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 walking 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, clasped 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.
At first, 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, Zheng Yuanhe not only was not grateful, but instead went to extravagant lengths, and became more and more impudent.
Now I dare to sit in my seat.
He simply regarded himself as nothing, the positions of master and servant were suddenly reversed, and his dignified 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 intent boiled over and turned into a stern look, his eyes 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 laughed heartily.
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 and 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 even 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.
He had a mysophobia, and Zheng Yuanhe's breath felt like foul-smelling stool to him, making him dizzy and stomach churning.
But at this time, he must not vomit, must not show weakness, and the pride in his bones makes 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 it's a pity that 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 volcanic eruption that could not be stopped.
This Zheng Yuanhe is such a bastard!
Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile: "Instead of doing this, Your Majesty, why don't you lend me a helping hand and destroy him completely! ... What's more, I came directly, so 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 face with a half-smile but admired him in his heart.
The Prince Lun in front of me is indeed no idiot, he is 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 really want to drag 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 will never be what he appears to be."
He is so tolerant and will definitely not 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 always been wearing a turbid stone, and I am also wearing a turbid stone. He cannot 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 the story."
"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 gathering dust. I lent it to you, but 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, can you 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 other people's eyes, he is powerful, but in my eyes, hey!" Zheng Yuanhe said proudly: "As long as you break his magical power, it will be easy to kill him!"
Hu Houming's face was solemn.
"Your Majesty?"
"..."
"Your Majesty!" Zheng Yuanhe said with an impatient expression: "Why should you hesitate? Kill him or be killed by him. There is only one way to choose. Now, you still want to make 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 hand.
Zheng Yuanhe shook his head and laughed, got up and left the 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 prick like me." Zheng Yuanhe said with a chuckle.
Hu Houming pointed at him and shook his head helplessly.
Zheng Yuanhe smiled and said: "Your Majesty, to be honest, if it were you, Your Majesty, if it were anyone else, there would really be 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 edges. 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 Sutra Pavilion with his hands behind his hands, 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 designed to make you feel the simplicity of the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple when you see this place.
Fakong walked around 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, the reason why I agreed to be sent to you in the first place 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 layers 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. 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 room.
Zheng Yuanhe was suddenly stunned when he heard this. Then his eyes lit up, and then went dark. He knew nothing and fell into eternal darkness.