Chapter 5 Sword God inheritance

Author: Remnant Forest Tree

Chapter 5 Sword God inheritance

However, the old lady is very important to this thing. If he takes the opportunity to take it away, it will be difficult for him to not be noticed.

Especially with Hong Sixiang, an old eunuch who is at the pinnacle of the ninth rank and is almost infinitely close to the Grand Master, standing by his side all the year round, it would be extremely difficult for him to quietly take away the key.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but sigh. In his opinion, it was such an arduous and almost impossible task, but Fan Xian was able to complete it without much effort.

Sighing slightly, he couldn't help but recall the last few memories before he traveled through time.

He had actually been deliberately avoiding these memories before.

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

The choking smoke and the painful heat wave made him feel so terrible and real now that he thought about it.

Therefore, he is probably 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 bonds that are difficult to let go and difficult to cut off.

But now, he can only try his best to bury those memories in his heart, not to look at them or think about them.

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

No one is born to lie down, if hope is close to you, rather than boundless.

Who would really let it go without saying anything?

However, how he will proceed in this life will ultimately depend on the results of the next lottery.

Nowadays, the sense of ritual has been fully satisfied. Whether the European emperor or the non-chief, it is a matter of battle.

When he thought of this, his mind sank, and the light curtain that had disappeared in his eyes last night reappeared.

【Do you want to start the lottery?】

'yes!'

After Li Chengqian confirmed it, the light curtain in front of him exploded instantly, turning into countless light rains and scattering.

With countless bizarre pictures flashing in it, the lottery officially started.

At the same time, Lin Gong, who came to visit, had also been led by a maid to the front hall, Zhengyang Ju, and sat down.

"Master Lin, please wait here for a moment."

The maid said, poured a cup of tea for Lin Gong, then leaned over and exited the hall.

Lin Gong frowned slightly, not used to such treatment.

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

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

Could it be that he is tired of the Prime Minister's Office?

…

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

The reason why she called Izuyun "sir" was not only because Izuyun was Li Chengqian's personal maid, but also because Izuyun was the fifth-rank female official with the highest status in the entire Prince's Palace.

Many things in the prince's palace are taken care of by Izumo.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he holds the power of life and death over them.

Hearing this, Izumo nodded calmly and said in a cold tone: "Haosheng is here to serve you. If you ask about His Highness the Crown Prince, just say I don't know."

The maid immediately responded and stepped back.

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

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

In the palace before, His Royal Highness hated reading.

However, she didn't think too much about it. She just thought that after what happened yesterday, His Royal Highness suddenly thought about something and took these extraordinary actions.

In the study room, in Li Chengqian's eyes, amid countless changes of light and shadow, along with the freezing of a picture, this time the lottery finally came to an end.

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

His eyes were desolate, and the sadness in his eyes was like the continuous drizzle in winter, cold and biting.

"Lupao'er is dead, so what's the use of me practicing swordsmanship?"

His eyes were slightly raised, as if he was looking at Li Chengqian from infinite dimensions.

"You want my inheritance? Just take it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sword finger, and a sword energy that looked like a green snake and could kill everything in the world fell towards Li Chengqian in an instant.

boom!

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

In what seemed like an instant, it seemed like thousands of years had passed. Countless kendo essences and swordsmanship secrets all fell into my mind.

He just felt that his mind was agitated and he couldn't control himself.

It was a trembling feeling of suddenly becoming enlightened and seeing another world.

The body, mind, and soul all seem to be undergoing a transformation.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of sword auras in his eyes. The aura was so sharp that it almost shook the world.

But soon, the momentum dissipated and peace was restored.

At this moment, it looks much deeper, like a deep spring with no bottom.

It seems that all the strands of sword energy have been buried deep inside, and no one can get a glimpse of the root.

"Ha, haha, hahaha..."

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

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

The world praises him, "If heaven had not given birth to Li Chun Gang, his swordsmanship would have been as long as the night."

How powerful is the legacy of such characters.

Although it can be seen from the scene just now that Li Chungang was not in peak condition, but in a state of desolation after breaking his arm and imprisoning himself under the Tingchao Pavilion.

But even so, he still has the cultivation level of a first-grade Zhixuan in that world.

Although it is difficult to generalize about the power of the two worlds, according to his scattered memories, Li Chungang, who is in the first-grade Zhixuan realm, at least has the strength of the great master of this world.

In other words, after taking over Li Chungang's cultivation, he would have already possessed a force comparable to that of the Grand Master.

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

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

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

It was difficult for him not to worry that one day he would do something that seemed normal to him but was deviant, which would attract countless people to criticize him verbally and write down, and lead to his cheap father to exterminate his family members out of righteousness.

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

Precariousness may be the best way to describe his thoughts at the moment.

But it's completely different now.

The addition of grandmaster-level force made him truly feel a sense of stability and calmness for the first time.

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

One day, if something goes wrong, even if he abandons the position of prince and wants to leave, who can stop him?

He is a body of flesh and blood, and his true energy has its limits. Just like Wuzhu, it is impossible to defeat ten thousand people with one person, but even if he falls among ten thousand troops, he can easily float away.
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