The heavenly materials and earthly treasures of various immortal families were sent to the daimyo in batches. The ruts and horse tracks left muddy gullies repeatedly rolled out in the snow, snow claws filled with mud, and geese left traces. , are all evidence of Zong's raiding the world.
The Promise Palace hadn't been so noisy for a long time, and it took several days just to count the annual tribute.
Although the treasures of the immortal family have their own strengths, they are dead creatures in the final analysis, and Zong Zixiao is very ruthless and wants them to pay tribute to living creatures. Of course, what he asked for by name was the alchemy secret method of each family. Who can give this kind of township treasure? , also becomes a proton.
Among them, the most important one is Ran Xingwen, the young owner of Juling Villa.
This giant spirit villa is unique in the world of cultivating immortals. It has been established for hundreds of years, and its pursuit has never been the ultimate swordsmanship or cultivation, but ingenuity.
Giant Spirit Villa has mastered the best and most complete smelting techniques in the world of cultivating immortals. For example, armor, pills, talismans, and magic weapons, Giant Spirit Villa is all excellent. It does not mean that the best things in the world of cultivating immortals are produced in Giant Spirit Villa. Top-notch products need top-notch base materials, but with the same base material, Juling Villa can always produce the best ones. Therefore, all the immortal families have to purchase a lot of things from the Giant Spirit Villa all year round, and they will also send the found treasures to the Giant Spirit Villa for refining.
Giant Spirit Villa has never participated in disputes between sects, because of its special and lofty status, no matter how turbulent the world of cultivating immortals is, he will always be alone.
Until Zong Zixiao appeared.
Now Juling Villa has to send the heir to the Promise Palace, which can be described as bearing the burden of humiliation.
Ran Xingwen is a mysterious person who lives in seclusion. When he was young, he never even participated in the Flood Dragon Club. In addition, Juling Villa does not put cultivation in the first place, so the outside world thinks that he is probably of mediocre talent. The technique is enough to gain a foothold in the world of cultivating immortals.
This time he came to daimyo, causing everyone in the world to want to have a glimpse of the honor, even the eldest son Heng was a little curious.
But when they met, everyone couldn't help being disappointed. This Ran Xingwen was pretty handsome, but he was reticent and even a bit dull. However, no one dared to doubt his true talents.
Zongzixiao entrusted Ran Xingwen with a heavy responsibility, asking him to coordinate alchemy matters, and discuss with the top alchemists of various sects the method of refining this peerless elixir. Shennong Ding Lian.
Ran Xingwen couldn't show his joy, and he didn't talk nonsense, so he started to study it. This winter, a lot of expensive substrates were wasted in repeated trials—
From the day when Zong Zixiao was making alchemy with great fanfare, Zong Ziheng's mood could not be calmed down. He didn't know what kind of pill Zongzixiao wanted, and he couldn't understand what was written in the scripture of secrets, but he knew many years ago that there was a kind of pill in the legend, which was called a peerless elixir.
That was what his biological father told him.
On this day, Zong Ziheng went to the alchemy room, wanting to see their progress, but the whole alchemy room was so smoky that even the door was so hot that no one could stand. It exploded.
Cai Chengyi stretched his neck to look in, but there was a thick smoke, and he couldn't see anything: "Oh, what's going on in here, Dijun, do you want your servant to go in and have a look?"
Zong Ziheng cast a protective barrier on Cai Chengyi: "Go."
After waiting at the door for a while, the sound of water and shouts came from inside. It is estimated that even if the alchemy furnace did not explode, it was still on fire and was being extinguished.
Someone approached behind him, Zongzi Heng turned his head and saw that it was Huang Daozi.
"Emperor." Huang Daozi saluted from a distance, "Caomin happened to pass by and saw the black smoke billowing from the alchemy room, so he came to have a look. This is..."
"The alchemy furnace is on fire, it should be nothing serious."
Huang Daozi shook his head, "I've been tinkering with it for so long, but it seems like there's no progress. Throwing so many treasures in there is really wasteful."
Zong Ziheng said coldly: "Aren't you a god? Why don't you calculate? Can the pill that Zong Zixiao wants be refined?"
"Can't make it."
Zong Ziheng turned his head abruptly and stared at Huang Daozi.
Huang Daozi still said humbly: "Don't blame the emperor, the grass people are outspoken."
"What did you just say?" Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, "Say it again."
"Caomin said that the alchemy that your lord wants cannot be refined."
Zong Ziheng felt murderous towards this unpredictable Huang Daozi. This person seems to be obedient, and his words are disobedient many times, as if he is a scammer, but he doesn't seem to be saying nothing, making people completely confused. But he firmly believed that this person must have some purpose in coming to Wuji Palace, and most of them had bad intentions.
Huang Daozi seemed to feel Zong Ziheng's murderous intent, and he knelt down calmly: "Emperor, forgive me."
"... What is your crime?"
Huang Daozi smiled wryly: "Caomin doesn't know either. Caomin is just a fortune teller. The emperor asks, and Caomin answers."
"Have you really thought about this?"
"Forget it."
"Then why didn't you tell Zong Zixiao?"
"Your Majesty didn't ask, how dare Caomin seek death. Besides, even if Caomin said it, Your Majesty might not believe it."
really. Today's Zongzi Xiao is self-respecting and extremely arrogant. He doesn't believe that Huang Daozi can count his fate, and most likely he doesn't believe that he can't make this pill.
Zongzi Heng said coldly: "If I don't ask today, you will keep concealing it and watch these people mess around, wasting people and money?"
"Caomin didn't hide it intentionally." Huang Daozi said helplessly, "I really dare not say it."
"Do you know that if he can't refine this pill, he will probably take countless human pills?"
"I know." Huang Daozi lowered his head and stared at the ground, his gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, "That's why the grass people dare not say it."
"Why did you come to the Promise Palace?" Zong Ziheng looked down at Huang Daozi who was kneeling at his feet, "If it's for money, I will promise you ten thousand gold, as long as you tell the real purpose."
"The real purpose of the grass-roots people is to help Zun Shang make alchemy."
With a flash of silver light, Zong Xuan's sword was unsheathed, and the cold edge of the sword pressed against Huang Daozi's throat in an instant.
Zongzi Heng's spiritual vein was sealed, so he could only mobilize weak spiritual power, but the speed of his sword was not slow at all.
"Stop pretending, who are you and what is your purpose?"
Huang Daozi didn't feel flustered, and remained silent.
"More than ten years ago, you were the one who calculated that I had the fate of an emperor. You told the first emperor and my mother and concubine that my father coveted my golden elixir, and my mother decided that I would be the emperor. The disaster of my clan, the ghost of people's hearts , maybe it can’t be all blamed on you, but you can’t escape the blame!”
Huang Daozi raised his head slowly, and said calmly: "Emperor, grassroots are mere mortals, you can only see the hair of the destiny, and you can't shake or change it. Everything that the emperor has experienced is predestined. Whether there are grassroots or not, it is the same."
Zong Ziheng's eyes gradually turned red: "You figured out that he couldn't make this alchemy, but also said that you want to help him make alchemy, isn't it inconsistent?"
"Your Majesty cannot refine the pill inside, because what your Majesty really needs is not that pill." Huang Daozi's eyes became deeper and deeper.
Zong Ziheng's heart was shocked: "What do you want to say?"
"The emperor has already guessed in his heart."
"You're courting death!" Zong Ziheng shook his sword-holding hand, and a string of blood drops fell to the ground.
Huang Daozi covered his neck, bleeding gushed from between his fingers, but the sword obviously didn't intend to kill him, and it didn't hit a vital point, otherwise, how many people in the world could escape Emperor Konghua's sword.
"If I kill you, he won't know about the 'Peerless Emperor'." Zong Ziheng's voice was also trembling.
"If the emperor really thought this, the grass people would have died by now."
Zong Ziheng's face was pale, and his eyes were full of bewilderment and pain. Ten years seems to be a short reincarnation. Ten years ago, in order to avoid being poached for pills, he had no choice but to raise his sword to usurp the throne. Ten years later, his pills became the treasure that Zongzi Xiao was looking for so hard.
Although Zongzixiao doesn't know yet, he can also kill Huang Daozi to silence him, but as Huang Daozi said, he has seen the cruelty and despicability of fate to the fullest. Sooner or later, he will know this secret through someone's mouth, or ancient books, or legends.
What will happen then
What will Zong Zixiao do to him in order to break through the ninth heaven of Zong Xuan Sword? He was terrified just thinking about it.
Huang Daozi stopped the bleeding for himself, and said slowly: "Emperor, the grass-roots came to help you to make alchemy, but you can't make alchemy."
"... What exactly do you want to say." Zong Ziheng said hoarsely.
"This matter is related to the life and death of Kyushu, the balance between humans and ghosts, and the secrets of heaven must not be revealed." Huang Daozi kowtowed to Zong Ziheng, "No matter what happens, the emperor will not let the emperor get your pill."
Zong Ziheng looked at Huang Daozi in a daze.
At this time, Cai Chengyi ran out screaming: "Dijun, it's too hot inside, it's a pill furnace..." He looked at Huang Daozi who was covered in blood, and was stunned.
Zong Ziheng put away his sword and left without looking back—
During lunch, Zong Zixiao came back, and when he saw him, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with you and Huang Daozi? Do you want to kill him?"
"I want to kill him, but can he still be alive? He's just giving a little punishment for his rude words." Zong Ziheng lowered his head and whispered.
"You are the emperor, and you will draw your sword to punish him?" Zong Zixiao raised Zong Ziheng's chin, stared into his eyes and said, "Don't perfunctory me, this Huang Daozi makes you very wrong, what is going on between you two?" thing!"
Zong Ziheng said blankly: "He figured out that I have the fate of an emperor."
"Then what?"
"He told his father and mother about it."
Zong Zixiao immediately understood, and he showed a look of disgust: "That's why that poisonous woman Shen Shiyao firmly believes that you will be the emperor, and she has tried her best to clear the obstacles for you. But even if there is no Huang Daozi, your mother and son are hard to change."
Zong Ziheng laughed mockingly: "You're right, even if there is no Huang Daozi, mother would not be reconciled to me not being able to stand out."
Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the surging emotions. Recently, the relationship between him and his elder brother has become much more peaceful. He is not willing to break this atmosphere, and he also doesn't like to be at war all day long, repeatedly bringing up old grievances. He took a deep breath: "Then why don't you kill him."
"He just wants to ask for some reward, it's insignificant." Zong Ziheng repeatedly recalled what Huang Daozi said, this person must have figured out something important, maybe he knows the possibility of reversing this deadlock.
Zong Zixiao didn't take Huang Daozi seriously either, he calmed down a bit: "Don't see him again in the future, so as not to upset you."
"Um."
"There's been a lot of snow on the mountain, I'll take you to enjoy the snow."
"..."
When he was young, he always took Xiao Jiu to the mountains to enjoy the snow every time of this season.