The man in black attacked with a sharp sword, Zong Ziheng's spiritual pressure surged all over his body, and his clothes fluttered without wind. The power to sweep thousands of troops is unstoppable.
All the people in black were knocked out by the momentum, the bricks on the floor were flying, the tables, chairs, dishes were all broken, and even the two large wooden pillars in the lobby were cracked and might break at any time .
Zong Zixiao was shocked, and murmured: "Seven Heavens..."
Zong Ziheng had just comprehended the seventh level of Zongxuan swordsmanship, and he was still unable to control it. This move was indeed powerful, but it overdrawn his spiritual power. He vomited blood, and knelt down on his knees shaking.
"Big brother!" Zong Zixiao supported Zong Ziheng, crying helplessly.
"Hurry... run..." Zong Ziheng pushed Zong Zixiao, "run."
"No, brother, let's go together, let's go together!"
"Run!" Zong Ziheng pushed Zong Zixiao out with all his strength.
The group of black clothes were all seriously injured, but two of them were already struggling to get up.
Zong Zixiao sat down on the ground, looking at his elder brother with tears all over his face, but refused to leave.
"Let's go!" Zong Ziheng was drenched in blood, with a ferocious and desperate expression, like a dying beast.
Zong Zixiao bit his lips for blood, wiped away his tears, got up from the ground, and rushed out the door.
Zong Ziheng stood in front of the door and said viciously: "If you want my golden core, then... let my brother go, otherwise..." He put the sword against his neck, "I will keep you busy."
Sure enough, the man in black stopped in his tracks: "Okay, then you can dig out the golden core yourself, the golden core of the little highness, how can it compare with the big highness, who can break through the seventh heaven of Zongxuan sword at such a young age, and leave behind the golden core." You must not."
Zong Ziheng felt the golden pill in his body. When it was full of spiritual power, it was surging like a lake of spirit and sea of air. Since the pill was formed, it was not only the crystallization of his lifelong cultivation, but also the source of vitality. A cultivator of immortals There is no difference between losing the golden core and dying.
Zong Ziheng closed his eyes, and covered his dantian with his bloody hand.
How can you fall into the wrong hands
Suddenly, a sword flew in from outside the window, directly hitting the beam.
The wooden pillar that had already been shattered by Zong Ziheng's sword energy could no longer bear the blow, and broke from it with a loud noise.
Once this one broke, the other one was more difficult to bear alone, and it also broke, and the whole inn collapsed with a loud rumble.
Zong Ziheng was at the door, struggling to escape, and there were several screams behind him.
He rolled to the ground, seeing the bricks, tiles, wood and stones falling from the top of his head, but he was powerless to dodge.
A small hand suddenly grabbed him and dragged him far away.
Zong Ziheng looked up and saw that it was Zong Zixiao.
"… It's you?"
"Brother, get up." Zong Zixiao wanted to help him up, but he lost the strength.
Zong Ziheng's spiritual power was exhausted, he lost too much blood, and he did not pass out with the last sliver of sanity hanging on his will. He said weakly, "I didn't tell you... to run..."
"How can I leave you and run by myself, I want to advance and retreat with my brother."
Zong Ziheng was already unable to answer, and he might not be out of danger at this time, he only hoped that Zong Zixiao would leave as soon as possible.
"Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth!"
Hearing Huang Hong and Huang Wu's voice, the tense strings finally loosened, and Zong Ziheng's vision gradually blurred until it was pitch black.
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In Zong Zixiao's memory, the eldest brother has always smelled of orchids, his clothes, his hair, his quilt, and his whole body.
But now, the faint and elegant fragrance of orchids is gone, leaving only the bitterness of the medicine stone and the smell of blood. The eldest brother soaked in this smell is almost transparent, as if it will dissipate at any time.
Zong Ziheng was in a coma for two days, and Zong Zixiao stayed by the bed for two days, until he woke up, and suddenly called "Xiao Jiu" in a panic as if he woke up from a nightmare.
"Big brother, big brother, I'm here." Zong Zixiao lightly pressed his shoulders to prevent him from moving and pulling the wound.
Zong Ziheng's gaze gradually regained its focus. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, his body softened, and the severe pain spread all over his body. …”
"I'm fine, you're injured, but your golden core is still there, brother, they didn't succeed." Zong Zixiao held Zong Ziheng's hand, his eyes were wet again.
Zong Ziheng let out a long breath, and gently squeezed Zong Zixiao's warm little hand: "Where am I?"
"We are in E County. This is the branch of Chunyang Sect in E County. Huang Hong and Huang Wu brought us here."
"Are they all right?"
"They were also injured, but only the eldest brother was the most seriously injured." Zong Zixiao said angrily, "As bodyguards, they are not good for protecting the master. They are really useless!"
"It happened suddenly, so I don't blame them." Zong Ziheng still felt palpitations when he thought of what happened in the inn, "That Gong Shuji is so powerful... By the way, was someone caught?"
Zong Zixiao shook his head in disappointment: "At that time, he was afraid of danger, so he left first. After they settled down, they took the people from the Chunyang Sect back to have a look. The inn was burned down. Although a few corpses were dug up, what? If you can’t even recognize it, the caster must have run away.”
While talking, Huang Hong and Huang Wu knocked on the door and came in. Seeing that Zongzi Heng had woken up, he was relieved, the two of them knelt in front of the bed, and said in shame: "The guards are not good for my subordinates, I really have no face to see Your Highness."
Zong Zixiao said angrily: "You guys save this and tell the emperor."
"The enemy is in the dark, and they are coming prepared. You don't have to blame yourself too much." Zong Ziheng asked, "The emperor is here?"
"The emperor arrived at Shushan yesterday, and Shushan is not far from here, so he should arrive soon."
"Shushan..." Zong Ziheng suddenly remembered something, "Jiaolonghui!"
Huang Hong couldn't bear it and said: "Your Highness, the Flood Dragon Club has already started."
Zong Ziheng's mind went blank.
The Flood Dragon Club has already started, but he is still lying on the bed.
He was only twelve years old at the Jiaolong Club four years ago. At that time, he could only test his skills, mainly to meet the world. However, this session of the Jiaolong Club was his last chance. Everyone had high hopes for him. She is also confident, and vows to win the championship in one fell swoop, and regain the former glory for the daiming Zong family.
But now it's too late, he missed such an important thing, how will he face his father and mother
Zong Zixiao comforted: "Brother, don't think about these things, just take care of your wounds. You can comprehend the seventh heaven of Zongxuan sword, and there is no rival among your peers. It doesn't matter if you don't get that false name."
Zong Ziheng's eyes were like extinguished lights, extremely dim: "Father and mother will be very disappointed."
"No, they won't blame you, father will definitely find out those demon cultivators and avenge us!"
Zong Ziheng remained silent, the heartache was much more painful than the body injury. Ever since he was a child, he has always regarded the Jiaolong Club as his biggest goal, because everyone said that, as the eldest prince of the daimyo Zong Clan, he must beat the children of other families in the Jiaolong Club.
Unexpectedly, God would play him like this, making his efforts come to naught.
Huang Wudao: "Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth Prince is right. You have superior talent and acquired diligence. You don't need other people to prove it."
"Then how should I prove it?" Zong Ziheng said quietly.
There was silence in the room.
Huang Hong coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, the head teacher of the Chunyang Sect came from Jingzhou to investigate the attack on our inn in Gutuo Town. Do you want to see him?"
Zong Ziheng closed his eyes and shook his head: "I'm tired, you guys go out first."
Brothers Huang Hong and Huang Wu withdrew.
Zong Zixiao still stood by the bed, looking at Zong Ziheng without blinking, taking his pain, his frustration, and his remorse into his eyes one by one, feeling heavy and uncomfortable in his heart. After a long time, he murmured, "Brother, do you feel any pain?"
Zong Ziheng said softly, "It doesn't hurt."
"Liar."
Zong Ziheng forced a smile: "Then you still ask me."
Zong Zixiao held Zong Ziheng's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I'm too useless to help you."
"You are not allowed to say that, but in the end, you collapsed the inn with a sword and saved the life of the elder brother."
"However, when they besieged you, I couldn't help you, but dragged you down."
"You didn't drag me down. Whether we had you or not, we couldn't escape this catastrophe." Zong Ziheng remembered what the men in black said, and the wounds on his body throbbed again, "This group of demon cultivators are so arrogant So far, even our golden elixir dares to covet, who in the world is safe?"
"When my father catches them, I will cut them into pieces!" Zong Zixiao only felt hatred, he had never seen Zong Ziheng so fragile and relaxed, that gentle and smiling big brother who seemed to be omnipotent, He was injured like this!
Zong Ziheng remembered the Jiaolong Society he had missed, even if he caught those people, time would not turn back.
Zong Zixiao climbed onto the bed, put his face lightly on Zong Ziheng's shoulder, sniffled his nose, and whispered, "Brother, I will never skip class again, and I will never be lazy again. Very powerful, very powerful, no one can hurt big brother again."
Zong Ziheng gently held his younger brother's hand, thinking that at least both of them escaped from death, it was already a great fortune in misfortune, he felt a lot of comfort in his heart, he smiled and said: "Okay, Xiao Jiu is more sensible."
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Later, Zong Ziheng was barely able to get up. After dinner, Zong Zixiao was feeding him medicine, when he heard a sound of hurried footsteps approaching from outside the house, and then, the door was pushed open roughly, hitting the wall with a bang superior.
"Father!"
Zong Minghe looked at Zong Ziheng with a gloomy expression and eyes full of anger.
"Father, I..."
"For a walking corpse with no name and no surname, you stayed in that remote village, exposed your identity, provoked the demon cultivator, and caused your brother to take risks with you, and even missed the Jiaolong meeting. Are you stupid!"
The room was dead silent.
Zong Minghe's direct anger made Zong Ziheng feel a heart-burning pain.
As the eldest son, he was forced to be precocious and sensible, but after all, he was only sixteen years old. At this time, he narrowly escaped death and was seriously injured in bed. He thought that his father would at least comfort him, but unexpectedly...
Zong Zixiao was the first to recover: "Father, how can you blame elder brother, he..."
"Shut up!" Zong Minghe sternly said, "Do you know the importance of the Flood Dragon Society? Do you know that you can only win this battle and not lose? Do you know that as the eldest son, you are responsible for the responsibility of Fuxing Zong Clan? Mission? In the end, you were lucky, because of some messy thing, you actually missed the Jiaolong Society, what's the use of me giving birth to you?!"
Zong Ziheng's eyes turned red, he tightly grasped the quilt with his ten fingers, his lips moved and he couldn't speak.
The eldest son stood up suddenly: "Father, you, why do you say such things? We were attacked, and the eldest brother almost died."
"Then who is to blame? At this time, you should be in Yunding in Shushan, not here. Can you not tell which is more important than Jiaolonghui and a walking corpse? Who told you to meddle in your own business? Who wants to investigate Yes, who wants to stay in that inn, is it your brother, is it Huang Hong and Huang Wu?!"
Zong Ziheng tremblingly said: "It is... son."
"Not only did you miss the Flood Dragon Club, but you also let Zixiao follow you into danger. You brought him out. If something happens to him, how can you explain it?!"
"...It's my son's fault." Zong Ziheng held back his tears, and tremblingly lifted the quilt, wanting to get out of bed.
"Brother, don't move!"
Zong Zixiao hurriedly supported him, but was pushed away by Zong Ziheng. Enduring the pain all over his body, he insisted on getting out of bed.
Zong Minghe looked at his eldest son coldly, and knelt down in front of him with difficulty.
The eldest son Heng kowtowed deeply, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "My son is wrong, and I have disappointed my father."
Zong Minghe didn't look at him again: "Zi Xiao, return to your name with me."
"But brother..."
"Walk."
"No, I want to accompany Big Brother!"
"Huang Hong Huang Wu."
"yes."
Although Huang Hong was in a dilemma, he had no choice but to go over and hug Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao kicked and beat angrily: "Go away, don't touch me, go away! Brother—"
Zong Minghe left with a flick of his sleeve, and Zong Zixiao was also taken away. In an instant, Zong Ziheng was the only one left in the room. He still maintained his kneeling posture, with his head lowered into the dust. After a while, his shoulders twitched slightly.