Only then did Prince Li and the others react, and they complimented Qianlong together, and all kinds of sycophants flew all over the sky.

Qianlong was not happy, and he was a little jealous of Qingxu and this treasure knife.

After a while, Qianlong asked, "Dare to ask the great real person, what would happen if I insisted on wearing this knife?" ”

"Millions of corpses, thousands of miles of blood, people are devastated, and the world is catastrophic. Although the heavens are prominent, in the end, the saint will also become a real loner. Qingxu said lightly.

"You ......" Qianlong's face changed greatly.

"The Holy Lord must have moved to kill me and wanted to kill me, didn't he?" Qingxu avoided Qianlong's gaze, looked at the blood-devouring knife on the desk, and said: "This is the power of the blood-devouring knife, and the killing intent in the heart of the saint has been aroused." Fortunately, the saint is magnanimous by nature, and the king is upright, and he can suppress this murderous aura, otherwise, I would have already fallen to the ground at this moment. ”

Qianlong was stunned again, then smiled, waved his hand, and said, "The real man is serious." But...... This knife is indeed strange. A real person understands the heavenly machine, can you know the last evil luck of this knife? ”

"The saint doesn't have to worry, the fortunes of the Great Qing Kingdom are prosperous, such as the sun in the sky, Haiqing Heyan, and Kyushu Shengping. With the luck of the court and the suppression of the royal power, this knife is not enough to cause trouble, this knife is a murder weapon in the hands of ordinary people. Let him be murderous, in front of Tianwei, he is also breathing. Qingxu smiled and pointed at Bu Zhenxin.

Bu Zhenxin is the owner of the blood-devouring knife, but in front of the emperor, like a pug. This is what Qingxu said about the luck of the court and the royal prestige.

Qianlong nodded slightly and said, "I understand." This knife can only be in the hands of the minions, not in the hands of the masters. ”

"What the Holy One said is very true." Qingxu nodded and said: "This knife is currently beneficial and harmless to the imperial court, and the saint can let the Bu family hold this knife for generations." ”

"I wonder what will happen to this knife in hundreds of years?" Prince Li asked tentatively.

Qingxu shook his head slightly and said, "The sky is unpredictable, and I don't dare to say anything." ”

In fact, Qingxu naturally knew that when the Qing Dynasty fell, the luck of the imperial court was declining, and it could not suppress the murderous spirit of the blood-devouring knife, and this knife would cause trouble. But you can't say this, if you say it, Qianlong will turn his face.

Qianlong nodded, and ordered the left and right to reward Bu Zhenxin, let him bring the knife back, keep it for a good life, and take the position of hereditary executioner leader of the Criminal Department.

At this point, the Bu family can be regarded as a royal executioner. If you mix it with a yellow coat, it can be almost as prominent as the princes and ministers.

Bu Zhenxin retreated, Qingxu also said goodbye, and said: "The saint is benevolent and benevolent, gentle in the world, Tianwei is self-reliant, and all the people support it, so there was no need for such a fierce knife." Now that the sword has returned to its original owner, it shows the magnanimity of the saint. The minister had nothing else to do, so he took his leave. ”

Qianlong was complimented by this, coaxed Long Yan Dayue, and personally held hands to send him off.

Out of Prince Li's mansion, Qingxu deliberately took a detour, walked in front of Bu Zhenxin's door, and sighed secretly in his heart: "The knife is a good knife, but the infection is too heavy, and it will inevitably be a disaster in the future." Alas......"

Time flies, history changes, and in a blink of an eye, it has reached the end of the Qing Dynasty.

After many generations of hereditary inheritance, the Bu family is now prosperous and occupies an alley in Ximen. The alley is also named after the Bujia family and is called the Bujia Hutong.

The current blood-devouring knife is in the hands of Bu Youming, the head of the Bu family. Bu Youming's cousins and cousins of the same generation, a total of seventy-eight people, which shows the prosperity of the family.

However, after the abdication of Puyi, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, the Bu family began to kill people and kill each other. Sometimes, for something as big as mung beans, several people can be killed.

Moreover, in the entire Bujia Hutong, there are often inexplicable murders between passers-by, disagreeing with each other, and drawing knives against each other, which is almost often staged in Bujia Hutong.

The patriarch Bu Youming used to be the executioner of the criminal department, but after the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the criminal department naturally disappeared, and Bu Youming also retired. Seeing the tragedy happening in Bujia Hutong every day, Bu Youming was also anxious, running around all day long, putting out fires everywhere, and mediating family disputes.

However, in April 1912, Bu Youming's cousins and cousins once again broke out into a large-scale fight, killing and wounding dozens of people.

At that time, the provisional government came with several carts of soldiers, and almost all the men of the cloth family were arrested, and the rest were old and young women and children.

Because Bu Youming was old and the patriarch, he was not arrested and stayed in Bujia Hutong to deal with the aftermath.

Why did the Bu family lose so much? Bu Youming was puzzled.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, is anyone at home?" Outside the door, there was a sudden voice.

Bu Youming stood up and walked to the door tremblingly, only to see a young Taoist standing in front of the door.

"This Taoist priest, what's the matter with you?" Bu Youming asked.

"Poor Dao is here to turn fate." That Dao man was only twenty-four or five years old, but he was very old, and said lightly.

Bu Youming thought about it, took out a silver dollar from his pocket, handed it to the Taoist, and said, "Take it, little master, count me as a good fate." ”

The Taoist didn't accept the silver dollar, and said with a smile: "What I want to turn into is your family's ancestral treasure knife, the blood-devouring knife." ”

"How do you know that I have a treasure knife at home?" Bu Youming was taken aback and asked.

The man smiled and said, "Bujia Hutong is full of murderous aura, and there are murderous people every day, and it is this blood-devouring knife that is doing the trick." Old man, the retribution of your cloth family is coming, listen to my words and take the blood-devouring knife away for me, it is your blessing. Otherwise, the entire Bu family will be cut off. ”

"Talk, gibberish!" Bu Youming was horrified in his heart and shouted, "Who are you? ”

"It's good to say, in Xiamao Mountain, the Void Cloud View is a master of the Heart, and he has come to dissolve the murderous aura of the Blood Devouring Knife for hundreds of years." The Taoist nodded slightly, and said with a bow.

This person is the master of Maoshan seniors, the master of the three poor Taoists, the ancestor of Ding Ermiao, and the head of the Xuyunguan Absolute Heart Dao.

"Maoshan Daoist?" Bu Youming was stunned for a moment and said, "Come into the house and talk." ”

Desperate Dao thanked him and strode into the cloth house.

The old woman of the cloth family served tea, and Bu Youming greeted and sat down.

"Old man, where is that knife, can I take a look at it first?" Juexin took a sip of tea and asked.

"Okay......" Lao Bu stood up, but suddenly stopped, and said: "You said that you are a master of Maoshan Mountain, and you said that my family's treasure knife is murderous." So you look for me and see where the murderous aura is? If you can find it, I will believe you. If you can't find where the sword is, you're a liar! ”

"Hahaha, the old man is testing me, okay, okay, I'll find it for you!" Laughing, he put down his teacup and looked around.

After reading it in the living room, he shook his head desperately and said, "It's not in the hall, let's go to the backyard to have a look." ”

Lao Bu nodded slightly and walked to the backyard with desperation.