Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The handsome middle-aged man let out a chuckle.

Hu Houming's handsome face was full of anger, and he said coldly: "Are you sure you can force him to come over?"

The handsome young man nodded lightly.

Hu Houming frowned: "He knows the danger, but he still comes here?"

"Yes." Junyi, a middle-aged man, smiled: "As long as he kills his disciples, how can he not come to take revenge?"

"Xu Qingluo?" Hu Houming said in a deep voice: "Famous teachers produce great disciples, but she is a yellow-haired girl, but she is very powerful."

"No matter how powerful she is, she is nothing more than a great master. Two fists cannot beat four hands." Junyi, a middle-aged man, said calmly: "I will send all the masters in the sect to kill her!"

"Can he really kill her?" Hu Houming shook his head and said, "Don't forget, with his magical powers, how could he not know that his disciple was in danger?"

"Hey." Junyi, a middle-aged man, smiled proudly: "He can't see Xu Qingluo's situation because I have the turbid stone."

"...Xu Qingluo is not that easy to kill." Hu Houming thought for a while, but still shook his head: "He acts cautiously, how can he not have a killer weapon as his disciple?"

"Your Majesty, are you talking about the Shadow Assassin?"

"They must be guarding you from the side."

"Even if he is here, he can't protect Xu Qingluo!"

"Are you really so sure?"

"Nine times out of ten!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, said calmly: "If you can't win over a little girl with all your strength, that's a joke!"

"I hope I can win it." Hu Houming frowned and paced again with his hands behind his back.

Junyi, a middle-aged man, said calmly: "Your Majesty, you regret it, right?"

"Fart!" Hu Houming turned around fiercely and stared at him: "What do I regret?!"

"The prince thought it was okay at first, but now when he realizes that things are not going so smoothly, he is afraid of him."

"It's ridiculous!" Hu Houming shouted loudly: "How can I be afraid of him!"

Junyi, a middle-aged man, saw his expression and shook his head.

Hu Houming calmed down quickly and sneered: "Well, I am indeed worried about him, but there is nothing to be afraid of. He just has amazing magical powers, but magical powers are not martial arts and cannot kill people."

"Your Majesty is right to think so."

"I have always been curious, why are you so eager to kill him, and what are your intentions?" Hu Houming glanced at him sharply, as if to see through his heart: "Or, what are the benefits?"

"Kill him, won't the prince and the emperor give me a heavy reward?" Junyi, a middle-aged man, smiled: "If you don't ask for anything else, I have already given him a temple. Since this temple is saved now, just provide it to me. "

Hu Houming stared at him and said slowly: "This is not what you want."

The handsome middle-aged man smiled and said: "Then the prince said, what do I want?"

"You want his magical powers, right?" Hu Houming showed a proud smile: "right?"

Junyi, a middle-aged man, suddenly laughed and shook his head: "Who wouldn't want to get his magical powers? What a pity, I'm just thinking about it. What I want most is to kill him so that the sect can have a stable territory, become famous all over the world, and quickly Develop and grow.”

"Haha..." Hu Houming smiled and said: "Zheng Yuanhe, do you really think that I don't know anything?"

He seemed to have lost his anxiety, turned back to the Rosewood Pavilion, sat down leisurely, and looked at the handsome middle-aged Zheng Yuanhe calmly.

There was a huge contrast between his previous impatience and his current calmness, as if he was a different person.

Zheng Yuanhe didn't take it seriously: "What does the prince know?"

"I know your secret." Hu Houming said: "The Record of the Great Dream."

Zheng Yuanhe's expression suddenly changed.

Hu Houming chuckled, retracted his gaze, and turned his gaze to the window.

He stood up and walked to the window, gently pushing it open.

The night wind suddenly blew in, flipping the books on the red sandalwood eucalyptus, and causing a few ox candles to sway gently.

A bright moon hung in the night sky outside the window, shaped like a jade plate, without a single cloud in the night sky.

He admired the bright moon and bathed in the moonlight.

The moonlight was like water, as if he was immersed in it.

His heart slowly calmed down in the coolness of the moonlight, his anger disappeared, and he regained his tranquility and calmness.

He returned to the Rosewood Pavilion and sat down, looking at the uncertain Zheng Yuanhe, and said with a smile: "Do you think no one knows about the Dream Record you practiced?"

"How is that possible?" Zheng Yuanhe frowned, staring at him with eyes as bright as lightning: "The prince should not know."

"If I don't know, how can I cooperate with you?" Hu Houming said: "Do you think that I have always been a gullible person?"

"We cooperate with each other and benefit each other." Zheng Yuanhe said slowly.

Hu Houming sneered: "If I don't know you, how do I know you won't sell me?"

Zheng Yuanhe took a deep breath and said slowly: "Your Majesty is indeed very capable. I did underestimate him."

Hu Houming shook his head and said: "You killed him because you wanted to seize his magical power through the Great Dream Confused God Record, right? The Great Dream Confused God Record can absorb the opponent's cultivation and magical skills."

"...Not bad." Zheng Yuanhe smiled: "The prince really knows about the Great Dream."

"You do have a good plan." Hu Houming shook his head and said, "But can you really win his magical power?"

"Don't you, Your Majesty, know about the Record of the Great Dream?" Zheng Yuanhe said with a proud smile: "Of course I know whether it is possible."

"Martial arts are okay, but magical powers..."

"There's no problem with magical powers." Zheng Yuanhe's eyes shone: "Hey..., if I can kill him and get his magical powers..."

Hu Houming sighed: "If it can be done, it would be great. At least we, Dayun, don't have to be coerced by him anymore."

He looked at Zheng Yuanhe.

If Zheng Yuanhe mastered the magical power, it would be a great help to Dayun. Dayun would be even more powerful and it would be easy to deal with Daqian and Dayong!

Zheng Yuanhe is very ambitious. Once he mastered the magical power, he would probably want more, far more than Monk Fakong.

But no matter what, Zheng Yuanhe is a Dayun man after all, and he would not betray Dayun to help Daqian and Dayong.

It doesn't matter if you have big ambitions, but you are afraid of not having ambitions. Without ambitions, you can't drive them and can't use them for yourself.

Zheng Yuanhe said: "Since the prince already knows, then the prince should also lend me a hand."

"...I can't help." Hu Houming said slowly.

"Your Highness is still afraid of him."

"Don't say that anymore. I am indeed afraid of him." Hu Houming snorted, "There is nothing shameful about this. Aren't you afraid of him? If you are not afraid of him, just go and kill him!"

"... I am not sure if I can kill him. I need the help of the headquarters." Zheng Yuanhe said helplessly, "Why don't you send a few grandmasters to help me kill Xu Qingluo."

"Aren't you sure?"

"With a few more grandmasters, it will be foolproof."

"... Let's wait and see." Hu Houming said.

As the two were talking, footsteps were heard outside.

Hu Houming looked out the window at a gaunt old man and said indifferently, "Old Yan, what's the news?"

The gaunt old man came to the window and clasped his fists and said, "Your Highness, I received news that the people of the Mishen Sect were wiped out again."

"All dead?"

"Yes."

"Who did it?"

"Xu Qingluo and the other four." The gaunt old man said, "There are still a few monks, but they didn't take action."

"...It seems to be the monks from the Snow Mountain." Hu Houming pondered and turned to look at Zheng Yuanhe, who had a gloomy face.

Zheng Yuanhe was gloomy and came to the window and said in a deep voice, "The whole army was wiped out?"

The gaunt old man nodded.

Hu Houming waved his hand.

The gaunt old man withdrew.

"What are you going to do?" Hu Houming said, "Do you want to send more people?"

Zheng Yuanhe sneered, "Send people? I want to send people, but there is no one to send! Your Highness..."

Hu Houming paced with his hands behind his back.

PS: Update completed.