Starting from Li Chengqian, the prince of the Qing Dynasty, to be honored

Chapter 5 Sword God Inheritance
However, the old lady is very important to this thing, if he took the opportunity to take it away, it would be hard not to be noticed.

Especially with Hong Sixiang, the pinnacle of the ninth rank, an old eunuch who is almost infinitely close to the Grand Master, standing by his side all year round, it is as difficult as heaven for him to take this key away calmly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing. Fan Xian did not spend too much effort on the task that seemed to him so difficult and almost impossible.

Sighing slightly, he couldn't help recalling the last few memories before he crossed in his mind.

In fact, he had been deliberately avoiding these memories before.

Because if nothing else happened, after he fell asleep that night, there should have been a fire in his house.

The choking smoke and the painful heat wave are so scary and real now that he thinks about it.

Therefore, there is a high probability that he is dead.

I just don't know if anyone will be sad for his departure.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

In life, there will eventually be some fetters that are hard to let go and hard to break.

But until now, he can only try his best to bury those memories in his heart, neither look nor think about them.

I only hope that in this life, he can change his way of life.

No one is born to rush to lie flat, if hope is close at hand, instead of boundless.

Who would really let it go on without a word?
But how he will go in this life depends on the results of the next lottery.

Today, the sense of ritual is already full, and the European emperor is still a non-chief, so he will fight here.

As soon as he thought of this, his mind sank, and the light curtain that had disappeared from his eyes last night reappeared.

[Do you want to start a lottery draw? 】

'Yes! '

After Li Chengqian was sure, the light curtain in front of him exploded instantly, turning into countless light rains and scattered.

With countless grotesque pictures flickering in it, the lottery draw officially started.

At the same time, Lin Gong, who came to visit, had already been led by a maid to sit in Zhengyangju, the front hall.

"Mr. Lin, please wait here a moment."

As the maid said, she poured a cup of tea for Lin Gong, then bent down and exited the hall.

Lin Gong frowned slightly, a little unaccustomed to being treated like this.

In the past, if he came to the prince's mansion, the prince would always welcome him very warmly.

Now he is hanging him here, and I don't know what the purpose is.

Could it be that he detested the chancellor's mansion?
……

In the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, outside the study door, a maid came to Izumo and said respectfully: "Master Izumo, the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Lin Gong, has arrived at Zhengyang Hall."

The reason why she called Izumo her lord was not only because Izumo was Li Chengqian's personal maid, but also because Izumo was the highest-ranking fifth-rank female official in the entire Prince's Mansion.

Many things in the Prince's Mansion are taken care of by Izumo.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they have the power to control their life and death.

Hearing this, Izumo nodded calmly, and said in a cold tone: "It's good to serve you, if you ask His Royal Highness, just say you don't know."

The maid immediately responded and stepped back.

In the quiet courtyard, Izumo looked at the study room with the door closed, a hint of doubt appeared on his cold face.

At this time, why would His Royal Highness suddenly think of going to study?

In the palace before, His Highness the Crown Prince hated such things as reading books.

However, she didn't think too much about it, she just assumed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had suddenly figured out something after yesterday's incident, and she made these extraordinary actions.

In the study room, in Li Chengqian's eyes, amidst countless changes of light and shadow, accompanied by a freeze frame of the picture, this time the lottery draw finally came to an end.

In the picture shrouded in golden light, a one-armed old man who seemed to be in a dark dungeon slowly raised his head.

His eyes were bleak, and the sadness in his eyes was as cold as the continuous drizzle in winter.

"The green robe is dead, so what's the use of my practice of swordsmanship?"

His eyes lifted slightly, as if he was looking at Li Chengqian across infinite dimensions.

"Do you want my inheritance? Just take it!"

After saying that, he waved his sword finger, and a sword energy that looked like a green snake and could cut everything in the world fell towards Li Chengqian in an instant.

boom!
Li Chengqian was shocked, and countless pictures appeared in his mind.

It seems like a moment, and it seems that thousands of years have passed, the countless essences of swordsmanship and the mystery of swordsmanship are all in my heart.

He only felt that his mind was agitated and he couldn't help himself.

It was a sudden enlightenment, the trembling feeling of seeing the world on the other side.

Body, mind, and soul seem to be undergoing a transformation.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be countless strands of sword energy in his eyes, so strong that it almost shook the world.

But soon, this momentum dissipated and peace was restored.

At this moment, it looks much deeper, like a bottomless spring.

It seems that all the ten thousand wisps of sword energy have been buried deep in it, and no one can get a glimpse of the root.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha..."

Li Chengqian laughed lowly at first, and then laughed out loud uncontrollably.

Who is Li Chungang, the sword god in the world.

The world praises that Li Chungang is not born in the sky, and the way of swordsmanship is like a long night.

How powerful is the inheritance of such a character.

Although it can be seen from the picture just now that Li Chungang is not in his peak state, but after he lost his arm, he was imprisoned under the Tide Tide Pavilion.

But even so, he still has the cultivation base of the first rank Zhixuan in that world.

Although it is difficult to generalize the power of the two worlds, according to his scattered memories, Li Chungang, who is in the first rank of the Profound Realm, at least has the strength of a great master in this world.

That is to say, after accepting Li Chungang's cultivation base, if he already has the martial power comparable to that of a great master.

He seemed calm before, but in fact he was anxious.

There are too many things and rules that are unfamiliar to him in this era.

And as the prince of a country, countless pairs of eyes are staring at him.

It's hard for him not to worry that one day he will do something that seems normal to him, but deviant, which will attract criticism from countless people, and will attract his cheap father to kill his relatives righteously.

Even the original fate of his predecessor lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

Precariousness is perhaps the best way to describe his thoughts at the moment.

But now it's completely different.

For the first time, he felt a kind of stability and tranquility with the addition of force at the Grandmaster level.

This force may not make him invincible, but at least it gives him the confidence to advance and retreat freely in the face of any crisis.

One day, if something cannot be done, even if he abandons the position of prince, if he wants to leave, who can stop him?

He is a body of flesh and blood, and his true qi has its limit. Like Wu Zhu, he can defeat ten thousand with one enemy, but he can easily float away even if he falls among ten thousand armies.

(End of this chapter)