In other words, if Zhao Xun wants to find a suitable container to pour Haoran Qi into and use it as his natal object, essentially the container must have the aura of Zhao Xun, or the aura of the Zhao family.
The fish machine knife is not suitable, because this is the standard equipment of bad people, and everyone except Zhao Xun has one.
Essentially these fish knives are no different.
What Zhao Xun wants is a unique knife, a knife that belongs to the Zhao family.
After thinking about this, Zhao Xun put away the "Canglang Sword Technique" and left the room towards the main room where his father Cheng Guogong Zhao Yuan was.
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At this moment, Cheng Guogong Zhao Yuan was practicing calligraphy at his desk in the house.
The words he wrote were powerful and powerful, with the free and easy heroism unique to martial artists.
The ancestor of the Zhao family, Zhao Yi, followed Emperor Taizu throughout his life in the military and made great military exploits. Only then did he obtain the hereditary and irreplaceable Dukedom of Chengguo.
Even though many generations have passed, the blood of the Zhao family flowing through Zhao Yuan still reminds him that he is a martial artist.
Practicing calligraphy belongs to practicing calligraphy, but Zhao Yuan knew that once he had the opportunity to lead troops into battle, he would not hesitate to go into battle.
"The son greets his father."
Zhao Xun walked lightly to Zhao Yuan and bowed respectfully.
"Xun'er, why are you here?"
With a smile on his face, Zhao Yuan put down the wolf hair in his hand and asked softly.
"Dad, my son wants to ask you something."
Facing such a father who doted on his son, Zhao Xun naturally felt no psychological pressure and asked straight to the point: "Our family is also a martial arts family. Do we have any magic weapons?"
Zhao Yuan was stunned when he heard this.
"Magic weapon?"
"Yes, such as the sword..."
Zhao Xun asked without any concealment.
"As for the knife, I do have one, but..."
Zhao Yuan showed a mysterious look on his face and motioned for Zhao Xun to come closer.
Zhao Xun hurriedly listened.
"The name of this sword is Minghong. It was the sword that our ancestors used when they followed Emperor Taizu to rebel. This sword has drank the blood of many enemies and has long been filled with evil spirits. The ancestor then ordered an expert to seal it and hide it deep in the mansion. I have never seen Ming Hongdao as my father."
What?
This time Zhao Xun was completely confused.
There is such an ancient weapon hidden in his house, but he doesn't know anything about it?
Although father Zhao Yuan knows about it, he has never seen it?
These ancient people were really superstitious.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to make some sense.
The Minghong Sword drank countless blood, and it was unknown how many innocent souls were soaked in the blade.
Ordinary people really may not be able to suppress it.
If these innocent souls come back to haunt us, we will lose more than we gain.
In other words, in order to reactivate this Minghong Sword, at least one condition must be met.
Either he is a martial artist with a pure Yang body, or he is a practitioner of level seven or above.
Zhao Xun is just a little bit worse.
Although he is a martial artist, he is not a man of pure strength and yang.
Although he is a practitioner, he has not yet reached the seventh level.
So can he activate this Minghong Sword? Or will this Minghong Sword recognize him as its master?
Zhao Xun didn't know, but he thought he could give it a try.
"Dad, I want to give it a try. If I want to be promoted to the seventh level, I must find a suitable natal object. After thinking about it, I think the Ming Hong Dao is the most suitable."
"What, you want to activate the Minghong Sword!"
Zhao Yuan showed a look of horror on his face, shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, absolutely not. This is the last order of our ancestors. As a father, you cannot disobey your ancestors."
Zhao Xun thought to himself that his father was really a fool, why couldn't he turn this corner?
"Dad, our ancestors only said that the Minghong Sword would be sealed for the time being, but they did not say that the sword would never come out. The child's blood is the blood of the Zhao family, and I believe that the Minghong Sword will not reject the child."
Zhao Xun's mouth went dry as he spoke, but Zhao Yuan had no intention of being tempted at all.
"Xun'er, although your cultivation talent is good, you can't control this sword."
It’s nerve-wracking, really nerve-wracking.
Zhao Xun didn't know what to do for a while.
After thinking for a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Dad, take a look. Can I take a look at the head office?"
Since he couldn't do it all at once, Zhao Xun decided to adopt a step-by-step approach.
"That's all, I'll just let you take a look."
Zhao Yuan couldn't stand Zhao Xun's tough words, so he reluctantly agreed.
Zhao Xun was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Thank you dad."
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The Minghong Dao is the treasure of the Zhao family.
The specific storage location is naturally very particular. Zhao Yuan took Zhao Xun to an inconspicuous attic in the back garden.
Zhao Xun thought that the Minghong Sword was stored in the attic, but Zhao Yuan directly knocked on the mechanism and opened a secret door.
The secret door led directly to the basement. Zhao Xun suppressed his excitement and followed Zhao Yuan slowly towards the basement.
The basement was not dark, with torches burning on both sides, and Zhao Xun didn't even have to use his true energy to illuminate.
However, the temperature in the basement was very low, so Zhao Xun was not worried about himself, but he was worried that his father, Zhao Yuan, would catch the cold.
"Xun'er, that Minghong Sword is right there."
Zhao Yuan pointed at the dark black sword in the center of the pool not far away.
Zhao Xun's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He could feel the powerful aura emanating from that knife.
This is indeed an unparalleled sword!
Zhao Xun approached slowly, feeling strong pressure with every step he took.
This pressure came from all directions, making Zhao Xun feel huge resistance.
It's like a person stepping into a quagmire. Although he struggles desperately, every step he takes is very difficult.
But Zhao Xun had no intention of giving up.
He knew very well that he had to get this Minghong Sword and get its approval. Only in this way could he turn it into his own.
Only in this way can he achieve a breakthrough in his spiritual practice.
It’s not a problem for me!
I have died once, what else should I be afraid of?
Zhao Xun laughed at himself in his heart.
"Ancestral blessings!"
Zhao Xun moved with difficulty, as if his legs were filled with lead, and slowly moved forward.
His true energy overflowed involuntarily, trying to protect his master, but was instantly deflected by the stronger Gang Qi.
hiss!
Zhao Xun took a breath.
What a domineering smell!
"The descendants of the Zhao family ask for the blessings of their ancestors!"
Zhao Xun knew that it was unrealistic to resist this domineering aura, so he wanted to play the emotional card.
Sure enough, his plan worked. The Minghong knife in the pool made a buzzing sound, sometimes shaking sharply, and sometimes submerging into the water.
The resistance on Zhao Xun also lightened a lot.
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Zhao Xun let out a sigh of relief and stepped forward with all his strength.
Zhao Yuan on the side was stunned.
In the past, Ming Hong Dao was silent when he was around, but now he had such a big reaction. Could it be that Zhao Xun was really Ming Hong Dao's chosen descendant?
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