On the day Zong Zixiao returned to his daimyo, the light rain continued to fall continuously.
The dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to fall unbearably into the world at any time, and the boundary between the sky and the earth was blurred and difficult to distinguish. A black shadow came from afar from the chaos.
The gates of Daming City are wide open, and there is no guard there. The empty towers are desolate and desolate. It doesn't look like the imperial capital of Kyushu, the hub of the Central Plains, but it looks like an abandoned city after the defeat.
Zong Ziheng withdrew all the guards, this was a battle between him and Zong Zixiao, why should the others die in vain.
In the city, the doors of every household were closed tightly, and there were no stray cats and dogs on the street, and there was no one panting. It seemed that hundreds of thousands of people in the city disappeared overnight.
Ever since Xiao Xiao, the eldest son of Mozun, was born, Kyushu has been shrouded in his shadow. Legend has it that he was violent and bloodthirsty, killing people like hemp, he controlled thousands of yin soldiers, massacred cities, and wherever he went, he drank blood and elixir, leaving no one alive.
Hearing that he was going back to his daimyo, many people fled here with their families, fearing that they would end up with Wuyunmen. However, most of the people's livelihoods are tied to the land, and they have nowhere to escape, so they can only hide in their homes and shiver.
The black shadow stepped into the city step by step.
There was silence everywhere, except for the regular sound of subway hooves tapping on the stone road, like the drumbeat before a battlefield, each of which was approaching death.
It was a skeleton horse filled with black death, its whole body was black and its four hooves were walking on the snow alone, without any burdens such as skin, flesh, blood, etc. Its strong and thick bones were like beams and pillars, firmly supporting Gao Jun's body. body.
It's called Uya. It is the mount of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, a famous horse of a generation. The overlord Wujiang slayed himself, and it also went on a hunger strike to die for the master, which shows its staunch and bloody character. But now, it has a more widely known title - magic horse.
It is said that during the ten years that Zong Zixiao disappeared, he traveled all over the land of Kyushu. He used Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman to summon countless resentful ghosts who died in the war from various ancient battlefield sites, and Wu Ya also had a new master.
The person riding on Wuya's back was dressed in black and black hat, motionless as a mountain, the hat covered his face, but couldn't hide his tall and strong figure, his black almost blended with Wuya, and he washed his hands The drizzle fell, and before it could wet his hair, it was swallowed up by the darkness.
Under the cloth wrap, is it a human or a demon
Wu Yake travels thousands of miles every day, but at this time it is walking very slowly, because its owner wants to take a good look at his hometown after ten years away.
This street is the main road of Daming City, leading all the way to the magnificent Wuji Palace. There is a rule in the world of cultivating immortals for younger generations that they are not allowed to leave home alone before the age of twelve, so when he was a child, he could only play with his elder brother in the city.
He has been to most places in the city, which restaurants are delicious, which tea and wine are the most delicious, and where there are new and interesting things, the eldest brother knows clearly, and will take him to try one by one.
Are those places still there? Ten years must have changed a lot.
He was born and raised here, and when he was forced to flee at the age of fourteen, he swore a poisonous oath that he would come back one day, but he never thought that he had waited ten years for this day.
Everything he once had here, parents, elder brother, love, wealth, was lost on the day he left in embarrassment, and he will never be able to get it back. Everyone - Revenge! —
Zong Ziheng would stand at the highest point of the Promise Palace every day, looking into the distance without moving. Today, he finally got the person he wanted to see.
He watched as the man rode a pitch-black skeleton warhorse, passed through the palace corridor, stepped over the long steps, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the Zhengji Hall. He is like a burning black flame, bursting with vigorous vitality in the rain.
Zong Ziheng felt his own heartbeat. Regularity, monotony, and calmness, maybe he had rehearsed the reunion of his brothers ten years later in his mind countless times in the past few days, but at this moment, his heart was surprisingly quiet.
The man on the horse raised his head slowly, but under the cover of the hat, he could only see two thin lips. With a faint smile, he spoke in a cold and contemptuous tone: "Caomin, have you seen Emperor Konghua?" Your Majesty." The voice echoed in the empty Wuji Palace.
The eldest son Heng took a deep breath, and flew down from the palace wall like a banished immortal.
The two stood facing each other, looking at each other silently, at this moment, the surroundings were silent, only the heartbeat rumbled like thunder in the ears.
The black riding boots fell to the ground, and the crushed rainwater splashed up, and the hat hat was thrown at his feet.
The four eyes meet.
He has changed, the gentle and gentle young man who used to be like orchids and jade trees, green pines and cypresses, now has no light in his eyes, and a shallow crease that cannot be erased is formed between his brows with melancholy clouds. That white and handsome appearance is almost the same as ten years ago, but his demeanor is completely different.
He has also changed, from the formerly high-spirited, innocent and frivolous boy to a vicious and vicious man.
He is tall and oppressive, his shoulders are as broad as a wall, his pair of hanging fox eyes are hooked up, and his pupils are dark and unfathomable. His stunning appearance, inherited from the most beautiful woman in the world, has degenerated into the charm of a ghost, the madness of a demon.
Zong Zixiao looked at Zong Ziheng with eyes, as if wanting to pierce his body. He showed a cold smile, and made a hoarse voice: "Ten years, we finally meet again." He paused, and called out the two words that burned his heart day and night, " Brother."
Zong Ziheng carefully traced Zong Zixiao's outline and lines with his eyes, trying to find Xiao Jiu's shadow from this man who made him feel strange. With such a similar appearance and voice, why is it not like his Xiaojiu at all? He felt dazed and dazed.
Zong Zixiao's gaze became more intense, and he took a step forward.
Zong Ziheng's heart tightened, and he murmured: "You... have grown up."
"Why, don't you recognize me?"
"You've grown taller too." Zong Ziheng watched Zong Zixiao quietly, "You're taller than me."
"Emperor Konghua manages a lot of things every day, and it is a great honor to still remember me, a fugitive and a bastard."
"How could I forget you?"
"Yes, you must have thought about me in the past ten years." Zong Zixiao sneered, "I wonder if I am dead, and will I come back one day to compete with you for the throne."
Zong Ziheng was stung by Zong Zixiao's eyes full of hatred: "Zi Xiao, you want to become king and emperor, and no one can stop you, but you don't want to kill any more."
"What if I want your throne?!"
"Then you have to step over my corpse." Zong Ziheng said flatly, "As a descendant of the Zong family, I shall protect the inheritance left by my ancestors with my life."
Zong Zixiao let out a burst of laughter: "Do you think I will kill you, my eldest brother?"
Zong Ziheng felt his heart ache unbearably, and he couldn't speak for a while.
"Or I'm not worthy to be called your big brother? I'm just a bastard born in secret by a pill thief, so how can I be called a brother and brother with Emperor Konghua?"
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath: "Zi Xiao, I will always regard you as my younger brother."
Zong Zixiao's eyes were fierce, and his eyes were stained red: "You are still so hypocritical and cunning, it really makes me sick!"
"I..." Zongzi Heng felt like a stick in his throat. Zong Zixiao's hateful eyes and harsh words pierced his heart like ten thousand arrows. He thought that his heart had been shattered piece by piece in the past ten years, but he didn't expect that the person he cared about the most could crush those pieces into fine powder again.
"You actually have the face to tell me not to kill again." Zong Zixiao bared his white teeth, "A person who poisoned, framed his brother, murdered his father and usurped the throne, and a person who has committed many evils and will go to Abi Hell after death, how hypocritically Tell me not to kill again?!"
"I can explain many things to you." Zong Ziheng tremblingly said, "As long as you are willing to listen."
"Do you think that I will believe any word from your mouth again? I believed in you once, what did you give me? You killed my mother and pushed me into the abyss."
Zong Ziheng took a step back unconsciously, he tried his best to maintain a calm face, but in fact his heart was broken.
Zong Zixiao looked at Zong Ziheng's pale complexion and gray eyes, and laughed wildly: "You are scared now, you are afraid that everything you have obtained with all your efforts and unscrupulous means will be easily destroyed by me. So you want to quibble, want to beg for mercy, Want me to be your brother forever, hahahahaha—"
"Zi Xiao, I won't beg for mercy." Zong Ziheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become firm. He also suffered pain and resentment for bearing sins that did not belong to him, but looking back, he actually made a choice for everything, so he should bear all the costs by himself.
"Really." Zong Zixiao approached Zong Ziheng again. In addition to hatred, there was also a naked and extremely aggressive desire in his eyes. An evil fire that only he could understand burned in his pupils, and his breathing became heavy: "Brother, I am not who I was ten years ago. I have ten thousand ways to make, you, beg, me. Do you want to know how I will deal with you?"
This time, Zong Ziheng did not retreat, he stared fearlessly into Zong Zixiao's eyes, buried all the bitterness deep in his soul, and pulled out his sword neatly: "Zixiao, draw your sword, the grievances between you and me , should end today."