A few days later, Zong Zixiao hosted a banquet in honor of Xu Zhinan and Li Buyu in the name of Zong Tianzi, and also summoned several heads of small sects.
They cut their flesh, blood dripped from their hearts, forced smiles at the banquet, and respected the eldest son Xiao. What's more, some of them wanted to stay in the Wuji Palace, or send their elders and cronies to the Wuji Palace to serve Zong Zixiao made alchemy.
In this banquet, except for Zong Zixiao, everyone had a thorn in their backs, especially Emperor Konghua, who was in the high position.
At the banquet, Zong Ziheng saw the magician Huang Daozi.
His temple hair is mixed with gray, he is skinny, his eyes are too white, and the black pupils are particularly sharp. When he looks at people, they are deep and sharp. He really has an unpleasant face. He can't live with his street spirit.
During the banquet, Zong Ziheng noticed that Huang Daozi looked at him several times, as if he was thinking about something, if Zong Zixiao didn't want to stay, he would have already kicked him out of the name.
The eldest son Heng drank the wine in his glass, got up and left the table.
Cai Chengyi followed behind, seeing that his footsteps were a little sloppy, so he wanted to help him.
The eldest son Heng waved his hand: "I am alone and quiet."
"Emperor, don't catch a cold." Cai Chengyi put a cloak on Zong Ziheng, and then quietly retreated.
Zong Ziheng stood in the atrium garden, looking up at the lone star and moon in the sky, feeling infinitely lonely in his heart.
There was a sound of cautious footsteps behind him.
Zong Ziheng tilted his head slightly, his eyes became colder when he saw someone coming.
"Grassmen pay homage to the emperor." Huang Daozi bent his body almost diagonally.
"Who are you?"
"Caomin is a fortune teller. People in the Jianghu are called Huang Daozi. Your Majesty will not abandon the grassroots, let them stay in the palace, and do the work of dogs and horses for the Emperor and Your Majesty."
"Who will you follow me?" Zong Ziheng turned around and stared at Huang Daozi sharply.
Huang Daozi smiled ingratiatingly: "The emperor forgives the sin, but the grassroots dare not. The grassroots are looking for the latrine, and they made a mistake. The emperor forgives the sin." After speaking, he walked backwards.
"Wait."
A gleam flashed in Huang Daozi's eyes, and his footsteps also stopped.
Zong Ziheng narrowed his eyes: "Do you have something to say to me?"
Huang Daozi smiled: "Does the emperor have something to tell the grassroots?"
"… get out."
Huang Daozi bowed again: "The emperor is deeply in distress now, and he thinks he can't get rid of it. In fact, the emperor has the destiny of emperor, and he is the reincarnation of heaven and man. These are inevitable calamities. In the end, he will definitely die and be auspicious. "
Fortune tellers in the market often say this kind of words, and they are used to comfort the suffering beings. It is disrespectful to fool the emperor with these words.
The eldest son Heng hated Huang Daozi even more: "How do you know that this seat is destined to be an emperor?"
"Caomin calculated it with Luoshui jade armor." Huang Daozi still smiled, "It was calculated when the emperor was born."
"Who knows if you are a charlatan or not." Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth and said, "You used this trick to fool the late emperor and my concubine, should you die?"
Huang Daozi said calmly: "How dare the grass-roots people fool the late emperor and Concubine Shen? What the grass-roots people say is the truth. The emperor does have the destiny of an emperor."
"Everyone in the world knows how this seat came to be the throne." Zong Ziheng approached Huang Daozi step by step, with murderous intent in his voice, "Is this the fate of the emperor?"
"Those who can be emperors may not necessarily have the fate of emperors, but those who have the fate of emperors must be able to be emperors." Huang Daozi said respectfully, "The emperor's throne is destined."
"Now I can't help myself, and the throne exists in name only. Is there such a fate as an emperor? Is this also destined!"
"Emperors are not invincible."
"Then what is the use of this emperor's fate?"
Huang Daozi just smiled and said nothing.
"what are you guys saying?"
Zong Zixiao's cold voice came from behind.
"My lord." Huang Daozi saluted very flatteringly.
"What did you say to the emperor?" Zong Zixiao looked down at Huang Daozi from above.
"The emperor is a little curious about the magic weapon of the grassroots."
Zong Ziheng looked at them with a sullen face, without saying a word.
Zong Zixiao glanced at his eldest brother, and said coldly: "If you dare to say something messy to the emperor that he doesn't like to hear, go back and count how many days you have to live."
"Grassmen don't dare." Huang Daozi retreated while begging for mercy.
Zong Zixiao walked to the elder brother: "He is not talking nonsense."
"What can he say?"
"This person looks submissive, but dares to say that I'm not going to die well" in front of my face. I'm afraid it's not what he looks like. I also want to see what he wants to do, so I can keep him." Zong Zixiao didn't know what he was doing. Why was he flustered, when he saw Zongzi Heng and Huang Daozi standing together, he was afraid that this magic stick would also tell his elder brother a fortune.
When Huang Daozi counted him as "unlucky", instead of being angry, he found it funny. Since the day he went into exile ten years ago, he never thought that he would have a good ending. He summoned the Yin soldiers, he Blood on his hands is not tolerated by heaven and earth. Unless he can cultivate to perfection, become immortal and transcend reincarnation, he will definitely go to hell. Therefore, he rules the world, and if he does not succeed, he will become benevolent.
But what about Zong Ziheng? Zong Ziheng also committed a serious crime, what will happen to him
During those ten years, he cursed his elder brother in endless pain, but he dared not let go as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw. He didn't even have the courage to ask Huang Daozi to divination a divination for his eldest son, for fear of their fate —Even if it’s an evil fate—it can be broken as soon as it is said.
He wants to change his fate against the sky, not only his own fate, he wants to be entangled with his elder brother forever!
Zong Ziheng's ears seemed to still be echoing the phrase "The Emperor's Fate", because of this Emperor's Fate, his family was ruined, and even became his younger brother's confinement.
"Brother?" Zong Zixiao frowned, "What did Huang Daozi say? Did he divination for you?"
"...No. He only said that I have the fate of an emperor."
Zong Zixiao frowned even deeper: "Isn't that nonsense."
If they don't specialize in the reincarnation of life and death, most people don't understand that the fate of the emperor and the fate of the emperor are two different things, and Zong Ziheng only learned a little bit from Huang Daozi.
Zong Ziheng always felt that Huang Daozi came with a certain purpose, just as Zong Zixiao said, this person is not as superficial as he appears on the surface.
"It's cold outside, let's go in." Zong Zixiao closed the front of Zong Ziheng's cloak.
"I want to take a breath and appreciate the moon." Zongzi Heng said lightly.
Zong Zixiao lowered his head and kissed the tip of his elder brother's nose: "The stars and moon tonight are nothing to see. If you want to see it, I will take you up the mountain to see it another day."
"No need." Zong Ziheng turned to leave.
Zong Zixiao stopped his waist, lowered his head and stared into those indifferent eyes: "You are mine, if he makes you unhappy, you can tell me."
Zong Ziheng thought to himself, you actually care who makes me unhappy, you have contributed half of all the pain today. But his face sank like water, he shook his head and said, "Let's go."
The two left side by side.
From the depths of the dark corridor, a square and handsome face protruded. Li Buyu's eyes kept showing the intimacy scene he saw just now, and his pupils were gradually stained with jealousy.