Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

When he thought of this, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him, looking down at the whole world, and he felt uncomfortable.

Hu Houming's face was uncertain.

The Kaitian Sword is a rare sword in the world, with amazing power. If he didn't have the Kaitian Sword, he couldn't kill Zheng Yuanhe.

With the Kaitian Sword, he could kill any master in the world, even including Monk Fakong.

Such a sword was robbed, which was really unpleasant and heartbroken. He wanted to take it back directly.

But he also knew that it was difficult.

Since Monk Fakong took it, it would be impossible to return it. Who can resist such a sword?

And Monk Fakong didn't want to return it. Can he take it back?

Difficult!

He was extremely angry.

Originally, he wanted to stay out of it and watch the fight from the mountain, but he didn't expect to get himself involved.

Not only did he lose a top master like Zheng Yuanhe, but he also lost the Kaitian Sword.

In the end, he didn't get anything, but suffered huge losses.

He felt aggrieved. As a prince and a lord, he had never suffered such a big loss even when he was fighting with several princes.

"Lord." Xiao Congyun saw his anger and whispered, "I'd better go to Daqian."

"... No need." Hu Houming gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

He judged that this was a warning from Fakong. Taking away the Kaitian Sword was a warning and a compensation.

Now that he had the Kaitian Sword, it should be enough.

After all, the palace did not take action, but failed to stop Zheng Tianhe, which was not a big grudge.

"Then..."

"Just pretend that nothing happened." Hu Houming said with gritted teeth.

Xiao Congyun nodded slowly: "It's better to do so for now."

Hu Houming glanced at him, his eyes flashed.

Xiao Congyun said: "It's still not appropriate to offend him too much now."

"Hey!" Hu Houming sneered, then looked decadent again, shook his head and looked up at the caisson.

As a prince and a prince, it was a great humiliation for him to be so weak, but he really couldn't provoke Fakong now.

Monk Fakong could actually break the obstruction of the Hun Tian Stone, which meant that Tiangang Palace couldn't resist him.

If Tiangang Palace couldn't be relied on, who else could be relied on?

Zheng Yuanhe's deep cultivation couldn't do it, who else could stop him?

Xiao Congyun fell silent.

As a prince, he couldn't do anything to a monk, which was really frustrating. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

But that's how things are in the world.

You can't do whatever you want just because you are of high status. If you are not strong enough, you must be able to bend and stretch, and you can't just show off your strength.

Fakong stood on the lotus pond in front of the Sutra Library, holding the Kaitian Sword and gently pulling out the scabbard.

The wide sword body has a total of four planes, with a small groove in the center of the sword body, and the sword body is bright and flawless.

At first glance, it is bright and flawless, and the light is dazzling, and you can't see the pattern contained in the sword body.

These patterns will only vaguely emerge when the sword is turned and the light changes.

Complex and strange, as if forming flowers one by one.

Fakong is extremely sensitive to words and runes. He has seen too many patterns, but this is the first time he has seen this pattern.

Turn the sword over and look at the pattern on the other side.

The patterns on both sides are different, and the styles are also different, elegant and unrestrained, like white clouds emerging in the sky.

He closed his eyes and deduced this pattern in his mind. After a moment, he opened his eyes and disappeared in a flash.

The next moment he appeared on the top of a mountain.

There was a huge stone on the top of the mountain, and there were many smaller snow-white stones next to it. At first glance, they looked like pieces of mutton-fat white jade.

These stones are similar to white jade, but not white jade. The texture is not so hard and brittle, and it is two points softer.

He swiped the Kaitian Divine Sword.

In the blink of an eye, a piece of white stone was split and turned into a stone sword, which was exactly the same as the Kaitian Divine Sword in his hand.

Except for the different texture, the remaining size and specifications are the same.

Then he swung the Kaitian Sword again, and wherever the tip of the sword passed, powder slid down.

After a while, the stone sword was covered with dense patterns, from the sword body to the sword tip, to the hilt.

As these patterns were fully reproduced, Fakong carefully sensed the changes in the stone sword, and then dripped a drop of blood on the stone sword.

This drop of blood contained his spirit and power, which was different from the blood of ordinary people.

The blood fell on the stone sword, and was instantly dispersed and attracted by the patterns on the sword body, spreading to the entire sword body.

The blood then disappeared into the stone sword and was completely absorbed.

The white stone sword returned to its snow-white color.

Fakong waved the stone sword and gently scratched the stone on the ground. After silently scratching, the stone split into two.

"Bang!" The white stone sword exploded into a ball of powder, scattering.

Fakong's hands were empty.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the powder was swept away.

He picked up the stone that had been cut into two pieces, and carefully looked at the cut surface of the stone, which was as smooth as a mirror.

It was really sharp.

Unfortunately, the white stone sword could not withstand the infusion of power.

If it was replaced with an iron sword, it should be much better, but it might not be able to withstand it for long. Just look at the material of the Kaitian Sword.

Its material is strange, and it is definitely not an ordinary sword material.

So, although this rune is wonderful and can greatly increase the sharpness, it has strict requirements on the material.

It is useless to just comprehend the secret of the rune.

The Kaitian Sword is indeed rare. I really don’t know how it was cast in the first place. It is also wonderful that it can be passed down to this day without being passed on.

Is this the self-concealment of the divine object?

Hu Houming felt depressed and in a bad mood staying in the study, so he came to the back garden.

Xiao Congyun followed him, and the two chatted for a while.

After walking around the back garden twice, he felt relieved and returned to the study. Then he saw the sword of the sky on the red sandalwood eucalyptus.

Hu Houming's eyes widened.

Xiao Congyun looked at the sword of the sky in surprise.

He was sure that the sword of the sky did not exist before leaving the study, and it appeared after they left.

He turned his head to look at Hu Houming.

Hu Houming looked at him.

The two knew who put it there.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Xiao Congyun smiled and said, "It's a good thing to recover what was lost."

Hu Houming grabbed the sword of the sky, drew the sword out of the sheath, and the bright sword immediately illuminated his sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

He looked at himself reflected on the sword and snorted: "He knows what's good for him!"

Xiao Congyun smiled and said: "This shows that he doesn't want to offend the prince, and he also respects the prince."

"Don't forget my identity." Hu Houming said proudly.

Although he felt a little guilty when he said this, if he didn't say this, how could he save his face as a prince?

He even felt a little grateful.

Monk Fakong is indeed a great monk. He knows the limits and knows how to be respectful. After all, he is the prince of Dayun.

Xiao Congyun smiled and said: "Prince, in this case, can we take advantage of the situation to establish a relationship with him?"

"Hmm?"

"As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting." Xiao Congyun said softly: "If we can get his help..."

"Will he agree?"

"We have to give it a try. Even if he doesn't agree, we won't lose anything." Xiao Congyun's eyes lit up: "Send him a heavy gift. The more gifts, the less blame."

Hu Houming pondered and nodded slowly.

After seeing the power of Fakong, he did have a strong desire to recruit him.