Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Zheng Yuanhe chuckled and looked at Hu Houming with disdain: "What does the prince want to do?"

Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

Zheng Yuanhe turned back, took a few steps forward and came to Hu Houming, looking at him with disdain: "My lord, do you want to kill me?"

"Can't I kill you?" Hu Houming gritted his teeth.

Zheng Yuanhe still looked disdainful: "Why did you kill me?"

He immediately laughed, shook his head and said, "Is it because I'm too presumptuous? Or do I want to kill people and silence them?"

"Because you deserve to die!" Hu Houming said coldly.

"Hey!" Zheng Yuanhe stepped forward again, forced himself in front of Hu Houming, and then kept moving forward.

Hu Houming frowned and turned aside.

Zheng Yuanhe went straight to the Taishi's chair behind the red sandalwood eucalyptus, turned around and sat down slowly, then crossed his legs, folded his hands in front of his chest, and looked at him sideways.

Hu Houming's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Zheng Yuanhe has always been arrogant, relying on his advanced martial arts skills to become stronger, but he never expected that he would dare to be so arrogant.

How dare you sit in your seat.

In the beginning, because of his strong cultivation, I had always tolerated his arrogance and rudeness. On the one hand, I needed him, and on the other hand, I could show my broad mind.

Unexpectedly, instead of being grateful, Zheng Yuanhe went even further, getting more and more presumptuous.

Now he dares to sit in his seat.

He simply regarded himself as nothing, the positions of master and servant were suddenly reversed, and his majestic prince seemed to have become a subordinate of others!

The pride of being born with a noble stomach made him furious. He could not accept Zheng Yuanhe being like this. His murderous intention boiled and turned into a stern look, and his eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes.

He took a deep breath and glared at Zheng Yuanhe coldly: "Get out of here!"

Zheng Yuanhe smiled, his pride mixed with disdain: "Your Majesty, do you really think that the masters of the palace can do anything to me?"

Hu Houming gritted his teeth, squeezed his voice out from between his teeth, and said slowly: "You are looking for death!"

Zheng Yuanhe sat in the Taishi chair and burst into laughter.

He put down his legs, released his hands, supported the red sandalwood eucalyptus, and leaned his head forward, close to Hu Houming: "The prince wants to kill me? Huh?!"

Their faces were so close that they were only a foot away, within touching distance.

Hu Houming stared at his approaching face and said coldly: "It's up to you whether you live or die!"

"If I don't know what's interesting, will the prince kill me?" Zheng Yuanhe suddenly breathed into his face, frivolously and disdainfully.

This is like spitting.

Hu Houming's face became more gloomy, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

He held back the urge to vomit, anger and murderous intent surged in his chest, ready to burst out together with the contents of his stomach at any time.

He had a mysophobia, and Zheng Yuanhe's breath felt like foul-smelling stool to him, making him dizzy and his stomach churned.

But at this time, he must not vomit or show weakness. The pride in his bones made him never shrink back.

He stared at Zheng Yuanhe and said slowly: "You are seeking death!"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe laughed again: "My lord, you are determined to kill someone and silence me. But unfortunately, even if you kill me, he will still know."

Hu Houming stared at him coldly.

Zheng Yuanhe smiled and said: "If I am killed, someone will send him a letter saying that I was ordered by you, the prince, to deal with him."

Hu Houming felt that the fire in his heart could no longer be suppressed, like a volcano erupting, unstoppable.

This Zheng Yuanhe is such a bastard!

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Instead of doing this, the prince might as well help me and destroy him completely! ... What's more, I came directly, and he might have seen it."

Hu Houming took a deep breath, and his face gradually returned to calm.

The more his heart boils, the calmer his mind becomes. This is a skill developed on the battlefield.

Zheng Yuanhe looked at the changes in his expression with a half-smile but admired him in his heart.

The Prince Lun in front of him is indeed not a fool, but a powerful person. No wonder he has his current status.

This kind of concentration and calmness is not something that ordinary people can possess. It requires talent and acquired tempering.

Hu Houming said calmly: "Old Zheng, do you insist on dragging me into the water?"

"Your Majesty," Zheng Yuanhe restrained his disdain and arrogance, leaned back on the back of the Grand Master's chair, shook his head and said, "We have only one way to go. Instead of sitting uneasily and guarding against his plot, it is better to take the initiative. He is definitely not what he appears to be." He is so tolerant and will never let us go.”

"I won't let you go, Old Zheng." Hu Houming said calmly.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Now, Your Majesty, you still want to stay out of the matter? Your Majesty, please don't be naive!"

Hu Houming said: "I'm not staying out of the situation. I was on the outside and didn't take any action, right?"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe smiled, shook his head and said: "You said that the prince is naive, but the prince is still not convinced, will he believe that you didn't take any action? I am the prince's man, I took action, and I came to the prince's house many times, but the prince did not take action ?" Will he believe it?"

Hu Houming said calmly: "I believe he will believe it."

"My lord, you have been wearing a turbid stone. I am also wearing a turbid stone. He can't see clearly." Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "If you can't see clearly, you will only take the prince into consideration and take revenge."

"Old Zheng, let's go." Hu Houming said warmly: "I really can't help you. You have advanced cultivation and are no match for him, let alone a master in my palace."

"In terms of martial arts, I really can't count on the masters of the royal family." Zheng Yuanhe nodded: "But the prince has a treasure, you can lend it to me!"

Hu Houming frowned: "What treasure?"

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanhe laughed: "The prince knows, why do you have to tell me."

"Tell me and listen."

"That sword." Zheng Yuanhe said, "The sword that the prince has always treasured."

"Impossible!" Hu Houming flatly refused.

"Your Majesty," Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile, "The sword left in your hands, Your Majesty, is just an antique for viewing. It has been covered in dust. But if I lend it to you, you can kill the demon monk with this sword. It can be said that everyone is happy!"

Hu Houming frowned and said, "With this sword, you can kill him?"

"Okay." Zheng Yuanhe smiled proudly: "He is just relying on his magical power. If he were to compete in martial arts, he is not worth mentioning at all!"

Hu Houming shook his head: "His cultivation is also very powerful."

"In the eyes of others, he is powerful, but in my eyes, hey!" Zheng Yuanhe said proudly: "As long as you break his magical power, killing him is easy!"

Hu Houming's face was solemn.

"Your Majesty?"

"..."

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Yuanhe looked impatient: "Why should you hesitate? Kill him or be killed by him. There is only one way to choose. Now you are still thinking about making peace with him? Impossible!"

"Alas!" Hu Houming sighed, shook his head and said, "This step is difficult."

"We have to take action after all!" Zheng Yuanhe stared at him eagerly.

Hu Houming paced with his hands behind his back.

Zheng Yuanhe stared at him and followed him around.

After more than ten laps, Hu Houming came to the Grand Master's chair and waved his hands.

Zheng Yuanhe shook his head and laughed, got up and left the Grand Master's chair, giving his seat back to Hu Houming.

Hu Houming sat in the Grand Master's chair, his expression became calmer and calmer, and he nodded slowly: "That's it, this is the only way!"

Zheng Yuanhe suddenly smiled and said happily: "Your Majesty is wise!"

"If I borrow the sword, I will be wise. If I don't borrow the sword, I will be naive and stupid." Hu Houming shook his head: "Old Zheng, you are too presumptuous."

"Yes, I am too presumptuous. Only you, the prince, are so magnanimous and broad-minded as to be able to tolerate such a thorn in my side." Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile.

Hu Houming pointed at him and shook his head helplessly.

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Your Majesty, to be honest, just you, your Majesty, if it were anyone else, you would really have so many stinky rules and respect for superiors and inferiors. I will never serve Old Zheng. I will serve whoever I love. I will live with you." My own happy days!”

"Alas!" Hu Houming shook his head: "Old Zheng, you are just a sword with two blades. It can hurt others as well as yourself."

"Hehe, only you, Prince, can control this double-edged sword of mine." Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile.

The two were chatting and laughing, as if the previous scene had never happened, and they were really falling out like a book.

Fakong sat in the Sutra Pavilion, his eyes wandering through the bookshelves and walls, through thousands of mountains and rivers, across tens of thousands of miles, and fell on Zheng Yuanhe and Hu Houming, watching them resolve a fierce conflict.

He put down an ancient book, stood up and walked to the outside of the Scripture Depository Pavilion with his hands behind his back, and stood on the lotus pond outside.

Lingkong Temple is built after the structure of the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple. It is more complete and refined based on the structure of the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple. It is intended that once you see this place, you will feel that the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple is simple.

Fakong paced with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

"Come with me." Hu Houming said solemnly: "Go and get the sword."

"Hey, it's very good." Zheng Yuanhe rubbed his hands and couldn't contain his excitement: "This sword, your prince, is an ancient artifact. Anyone who can get this sword must be lucky."

Hu Houming smiled faintly.

Zheng Yuanhe said: "To be honest with you, Your Majesty, when I agreed to be sent by you, most of the reason was actually because of this sword."

Hu Houming glanced at him.

Zheng Yuanhe smiled and said: "With this sword in hand, you will be the future lord of the world. In addition, my lord, you have a mind as big as the sea. You can be said to be a wise master. How can I refuse?"

Hu Houming smiled, stood up and walked out, pushed the door out of the study, walked out of the yard and walked through a few moon gates, and came to another yard.

This courtyard has three levels of guards, with open and hidden sentries, and a total of four great masters guarding it in the dark.

After entering the courtyard, he opened the door and entered the main room, but there was a map of the country hanging on the north wall, and an antique long sword hung next to the map.

There is a hint of gold in the dark green of the scabbard, filled with a sense of vicissitudes of time, and the golden spike of the sword is faintly flashing with golden light.

The blade of the sword is wide, twice as wide as the ordinary Qingfeng sword, and the same length. It looks extraordinary.

Hu Houming came to the Jiangshan Wanli map, glanced at the Jiangshan Wanli map, and slowly moved his eyes to the long sword.

His eyes flashed and his face was calm. He reached out and took off the sword, then turned to look at Zheng Yuanhe.

Zheng Yuanhe's eyes were firmly attracted by the long sword, and he had no time to pay attention to Hu Houming.

The two of them were only one step away. Zheng Yuanhe couldn't wait to reach out and grab the sword, but he held it back.

Hu Houming smiled slightly, pressed the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the sword.

"Buzz..." A dragon's roar seemed to come from the horizon. Although the sound was not loud, it clearly penetrated the door curtain and entered the house.

Zheng Yuanhe was suddenly stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up, and then went dark. He knew nothing and fell into eternal darkness.