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Chapter 123 Minghong Sword
In other words, if Zhao Xun wants to find a suitable container to pour Haoran Qi into, and use it as his natal object, the container must essentially have Zhao Xun's aura, or the Zhao family's aura.

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 machine knives are no different.

What Zhao Xun wanted was a unique knife, which belonged to the Zhao family.

After figuring this out, Zhao Xun put away "Canglang Sword Technique" and left the room towards the main room where his father Cheng Guogong Zhao Yuan was.

At this moment, Cheng Guogong Zhao Yuan is practicing calligraphy at his desk in the house.

His handwriting is strong and powerful, with the free and easy heroism unique to martial arts.

The ancestor of the Zhao family, Zhao Yi, followed the emperor Taizu all his life and made great military exploits. Only then did he obtain the hereditary title of Duke of Cheng.

Although many generations have passed, Zhao Yuan's blood of the Zhao family still reminds him that he is a warrior.

Practicing calligraphy belongs to practicing calligraphy, but Zhao Yuan knew that once he had the opportunity to lead the army, he would go into battle without hesitation.

"My son greets his father."

Zhao Xun came to Zhao Yuan's side lightly, 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 in a harmonious voice.

"Father, my son wants to ask you something."

Faced with such a father who dotes on his son, Zhao Xun naturally didn't have any psychological pressure, and asked straightforwardly: "Our family is also a family of martial arts, do you have any magic weapons?"

Zhao Yuan was taken aback.

"The blade of the divine weapon?"

"Yeah, like a treasure knife"

Zhao Xun asked without any concealment.

"There is indeed a knife, but"

With a mysterious look on Zhao Yuan's face, he motioned Zhao Xun to get closer.

Zhao Xun hurriedly listened to it.

"The name of this knife is Minghong, and it was worn by our ancestors when they followed the emperor Taizu. This knife has drunk the blood of many enemies, and it has already been full of evil spirits. The ancestors then ordered the master to seal it and hide it deep in the mansion. Ming Hongdao is my father, and I have never seen it before."

What?
Now Zhao Xun was completely confused.

There is such an ancient weapon hidden in his mansion, but he doesn't know anything?
Although his father Zhao Yuan knew about it, he hadn't seen it?

This ancient man is really superstitious.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems to make sense.

Ming Hongdao drank countless blood, and there were countless innocent souls soaked in the knife.

Ordinary people may not be able to hold it down.

If you are devoured by these innocent souls, then the loss outweighs the gain.

In other words, in order to reactivate this Minghong knife, at least one condition must be met.

Either a martial artist with a purely strong and yang body, or a practitioner of the seventh rank or above.

Zhao Xun happened to be a little bit worse.

Although he is a warrior, he is not a pure majestic body.

Although he is a cultivator, he has not yet reached the seventh-rank realm.

So can he use this Ming Hong knife?Or would this Ming Hong Dao recognize him as its master?
Zhao Xun didn't know, but he thought he could give it a try.

"Father, I want to give it a try. If I want to advance to the seventh rank, I must find a suitable natal object. After much deliberation, I think that Ming Hong Dao is the most suitable."

"What, you want to activate the Ming Hong knife!"

Zhao Yuan showed a terrified look on his face, he shook his head again and again and said, "No, absolutely not. This is the last order of the ancestors, and a father cannot disobey the ancestors."

Zhao Xun thought to himself that his father is really a brain, why can't he turn this corner?

"Father, the ancestors only said that they would temporarily seal the Ming Hong Dao, but did not say that they would never let this sword come out. The blood of the Zhao family is flowing on the child. I believe that Ming Hong Dao will not reject the child."

Zhao Xun's mouth was dry, but Zhao Yuan didn't mean to be tempted at all.

"Xun'er, although you have a good cultivation talent, you can't control this knife."

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, "Father, take a look, shall I take a look at the head office?"

Since it was impossible to achieve it in one step, Zhao Xun decided to adopt a step-by-step approach.

"Forget it, I'll let you take a look."

Zhao Yuan couldn't stand Zhao Xun's hard work, so he reluctantly agreed.

Zhao Xun was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Thank you, father."

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Ming Hong Dao is the treasure of the Zhao family's town house.

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 Ming Hong Dao was in the attic, but Zhao Yuan knocked on the mechanism and opened a secret door.

The secret door leads directly to the basement, Zhao Xun suppressed the excitement in his heart, and followed Zhao Yuan slowly to the basement.

The basement was not dark, with torches burning on both sides, Zhao Xun didn't even need to force his true energy to light it.

But the temperature in the basement is very low, Zhao Xun is not worried about himself, but he is worried that his father Zhao Yuan will catch the cold.

"Xun'er, that Minghong Saber is right there."

Zhao Yuan pointed at the 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 inexhaustible treasure knife!

Zhao Xun approached slowly, feeling strong pressure every step he took.

This pressure came from all directions, making Zhao Xun feel great resistance.

It's like a person stepped into the mud step by step. Although he struggled desperately, every step he took was very difficult.

But Zhao Xun didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

He knew very well that he had to get this Minghong knife, and he had to get the approval of this knife, only in this way could he turn it into his natal object.

Only in this way can he achieve a breakthrough in his cultivation realm.

Can't beat me!
I've already died once, what else is there to be afraid of?

Zhao Xun laughed at himself in his heart.

"Ancestor's blessing!"

Zhao Xun moved forward with difficulty like legs filled with lead.

His true qi overflowed involuntarily to protect his master, but was instantly bounced away by the stronger gang qi.

hiss!
Zhao Xun gasped.

What a domineering atmosphere!

"The descendants of the Zhao family ask their ancestors to bless them!"

Zhao Xun knew that it was unrealistic to fight against this domineering aura, so he wanted to play the emotional card.

Sure enough, his plan worked, and the Ming Hong Dao in the pool made a buzzing sound, sometimes shaking violently, and sometimes submerged in the water.

The resistance on Zhao Xun's body also eased a lot.

"Thank you ancestors!"

Zhao Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and strode forward vigorously.

Zhao Yuan on the side was stunned.

In the past, Ming Hongdao was silent when he was beside him, but now there is such a big reaction. Could it be that Zhao Xun is really Ming Hongdao's chosen descendant?
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(End of this chapter)