Huang Daozi was held by Zongzixiao's neck, and he slowly lifted it up. The spiritual pressure he released in an instant was like a mountain falling from the top of his head to a person with no deep cultivation, so terrifying.
"Zun... Shang..." Huang Daozi's legs kicked feebly in mid-air, his face turned ocher, his eyes stared like bells, as if he was about to spray out of his face.
"You, damn, die—" Zong Zixiao's expression was even more terrifying, his eyes contained extremely cold killing intent, his hair was windless and automatic, and a cloud of black death lingered around his body like a ghost accompanying him, resembling a rakshasa from hell.
Huang Daozi had already started to roll his eyes, and he pointed behind Zong Zixiao with the last of his strength: "Emperor...jun..."
Zong Zixiao knew it was a fraud, but he turned his head instinctively, and there was no one behind him.
The spiritual pressure was slightly relaxed, and Huang Daozi fell to the ground, shaking like chaff, with his mouth wide open, panting desperately.
Zong Zixiao also recovered a bit of clarity from the momentary rage, he stared at Huang Daozi who was curled up on the ground, a chill climbed up his spine, and rushed straight into Tianling, an inexplicable fear exploded a string of flames in his mind, A cloud of black dead air condensed in his hands: "Who ordered you to come here, and what are your intentions."
"My lord, the little ones dare not."
Zong Zixiao said sadly: "You are not worthy of my sword, do you want to taste what it feels like to be devoured by thousands of ghosts?"
Huang Daozi's face was ashen, and he said in a trembling voice: "My lord, the villain has no one to instigate, and I dare not have any bad intentions towards my lord or the emperor, but the villain doesn't say anything. I go up and ask the Ran family father and son, and the answer I get is the same. the same."
"… say clearly."
"Please listen to the villain's explanation." Huang Daozi took a deep breath, "In an ancient book that has been lost for a long time, there was once a real peerless elixir recorded. This ancient book is rarely known to people. He read all kinds of wild journals, listened to all kinds of anecdotes, and learned about it by accident. But the Ran family is proficient in alchemy, and has studied many ancient books about alchemy, so they must know it too."
"The so-called peerless elixir is the human pill?" Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth and said, "There are still a few old guys in the world of cultivating immortals who are higher than the emperor. Do you dare to talk about the emperor's pill?"
"My lord, this pill has little to do with cultivation." Huang Daozi said with a death-like expression, "The name of this pill is-'Peerless Human Emperor', and it must be taken from someone who has the fate of an emperor. Dan refining."
"The fate of the emperor..."
"That's right. A person with the fate of an emperor must be the reincarnation of a heaven and a man. The golden elixir is born with supernatural power. This elixir can transform ordinary people. If you eat this elixir with the cultivation level of the venerable, you must cultivate into the Dao."
Zong Zixiao clenched his fists, feeling his hairs standing on end.
He doesn't want to know this.
He shouldn't know.
"Since it's miscellaneous, how credible is it?" Zong Zixiao said in a hoarse voice, "With this thing alone, you dare to speak nonsense."
"This elixir is not in vain. Many uprisings and power usurpers in history were all for the emperor's golden elixir. It's just that the person who ate this pill became the emperor himself. Naturally, the secret must be buried, so this ancient book will be lost. "Huang Daozi said anxiously, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the old master Ran. This secret must be passed down from generation to generation in Ran's family."
Zong Zixiao stiffened his body and remained silent for a long time.
"Actually... the emperor can always be in the shadow of the emperor if he cultivates the Dao. Otherwise, the Zong family will decline sooner or later." Huang Daozi took a cautious look at Zong Zixiao, and whispered, "Take the pill, and it won't hurt your life."
"How many people still know this secret." Zong Zixiao said, "Who else did you tell?"
"I never told anyone else." Huang Daozi saw that Zong Zixiao was going to silence him, so he hurriedly said, "Please don't kill me, Your Majesty still needs me."
"What do I use you for?"
"This golden elixir with the fate of the emperor is powerful. You need to do it after taking it out. Small..."
"Who told you that I want to take the pill." Zong Zixiao looked at Huang Daozi with eyes that looked at dead objects—
Zong Ziheng stood on the observatory of the Promise Palace, looking at the vast sky, a bright moon hanging alone, and the little bits of starlight, not comparable to the sparkle of fireworks on New Year's Eve. He was in the deep palace, and he could still hear the sounds of festivals coming from the Daming City below him. The world at this moment was full of joy and reunion.
But he recalled that the day Zong Zixiao came back, he was standing here, watching that smudged figure step into the Wuji Palace, which also brought the deepest darkness into his life.
There was a sound of footsteps behind him.
Zong Ziheng turned his head.
A pale and handsome face emerged like a ghost, and Zong Zixiao walked out of the darkness, or rather, the darkness receded behind him. He was the Lord of Darkness, and the darkness bowed down to him.
The two looked at each other, as if they wanted to cut open each other's chest with their eyes, and see what was going on in that fiery red beating heart.
Zong Ziheng guessed from the solemn expression that he already knew the secret.
Zong Zixiao walked to the elder brother's side, closed the cloak for him, and said softly: "Aren't you afraid of the cold, why are you standing here?"
"Shou Sui."
"Okay, let's watch the year."
Zong Ziheng stared at Zong Zixiao: "What did you ask?"
"The essence of a strange beast that no one has seen for hundreds of years." Zong Zixiao hugged his elder brother, rested his head on his shoulder, and entrusted the weight of his body, as if his elder brother was his only support .
Zong Ziheng stood stiffly, bearing the weight. He knew that Zong Zixiao was lying, and he also expected it to be so. Only Zong Minghe, that frenzied beast who thought he had everything under control, would let him know that his golden core would be lost.
He really wanted to ask Zong Zixiao if he wanted to take his pill too, but he couldn't ask, he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of getting an answer he couldn't bear. He could only cooperate with this lie: "Then, can you get it?"
"I will order someone to look for it, maybe they can find it." Zong Zixiao said in a muffled voice, "Why do you suddenly care about my alchemy?"
"I'm concerned about whether you have made things difficult for Ran's father and son."
"They still have to make alchemy for me, so I won't die for the time being." Zong Ziheng didn't have eyes in the back of his head, so he couldn't see Zong Zixiao's pupils were covered with cobweb-like bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were dark and dark.
"Take the pill, and it won't hurt your life."
Huang Daozi's words echoed in Zong Zixiao's mind. He hugged his eldest brother, this man who fascinated him, made him crazy, and made him love and hate, as if he could perceive through layers of thick winter clothes. To the vibrant pill in the opponent's belly.
Taking pills can indeed save people's lives, but if a monk loses the golden pills, life will be worse than death.
What was he thinking about
He doesn't eat human pills, he despises all pill-stealing demon cultivators, and he doesn't want to have anything to do with Lu Zhaofeng. Most importantly, it was Zong Ziheng, his eldest brother, he... couldn't do anything.
However, a weak voice was torturing his soul: Why didn't you kill Huang Daozi
Zong Zixiao gasped, and his iron arms suddenly tightened, as if wishing he could embed the person in his arms into his body.
Zong Ziheng snorted: "You are strangling me very much." He seemed to feel the struggle in Zong Zixiao's heart, and his heart was mostly cold. He experienced the tingling fear again. When Zong Minghe stared at him with greedy and vicious eyes, he was no longer a person, but a container raised to hold Jindan.
The person he hated the most in his life was Zong Minghe, his biological father, who ruined his mother, him, and his beloved younger brother. All the grievances and sorrows were caused by this.
If Zong Zixiao wants his pill, if Zong Zixiao also becomes Zong Minghe, then he would rather die than let him succeed!
Zong Zixiao let go of him, but the next moment, he picked him up again and walked into the house.
"you… "
"I'll stay with elder brother to watch the year." Zong Zixiao kissed him on the forehead, his voice was low and hoarse, "You don't need to sleep when you watch the year, I will treat you well."
Zong Ziheng was full of sorrow, he gritted his teeth and said, "You said that there will be a limit in the future, and we just..."
"What's the matter?" Zong Zixiao smiled lightly, then lowered his head to bite his ear, "I only vented twice last night, you can't stand it, it's Chinese New Year today, let me have fun." He suppressed On the couch.
"Zong Zixiao!" At this moment, this is the last thing he wants to do!
Zong Zixiao held his elder brother's two wrists with one hand, pressed them on top of his head, and leaned over to look at him.
The four eyes looked at each other deeply for the first time, and they seemed to glimpse the undercurrents under the seemingly calm eyes of the other party.
Zong Zixiao suddenly let go of the restraint. He lay on his elder brother and hugged him tightly, but he didn't make any further movements or speak, as if he was asleep.
Zong Ziheng stared at the bed curtain with wide eyes, he suppressed his breathing, for fear of waking up the person next to the pillow. Zong Zixiao's various anomalies made him believe even more that this person was really interested in his golden core.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and Zong Zixiao suddenly whispered in his ear: "Brother, have you ever thought about... the future?"
"..."
"If I didn't come back, what would you do? Now that I'm back, what would you do?"
Zong Ziheng was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know."
"I thought about it."
Zong Ziheng was waiting for him to express his views on "the future", but after waiting for a long time, there was no sound, maybe he didn't intend to say it.
That's right, Zong Zixiao didn't intend to say it, and he never would. Because in the "future" he imagined, there will always be a big brother, and the only one who is sure and necessary is the big brother. He is hopelessly in love with the enemy who killed his mother and ruined his life, and even wants to be with him for the rest of his life. He will rot this desperately low secret in his stomach, bring it to the grave, and bring it to hell, but never won't say it.
As long as he doesn't say it, he can paralyze himself. He is out for revenge. Let them entangle like trapped animals and torture each other. They all bear too much evil, and no one is qualified to be free.
No one should try to get rid of it.
That night, the two of them didn't do anything, they embraced each other with deep thoughts, watched the new year honestly, and greeted the arrival of the new year together, just like when they were young, they always spent the cold and summer together one after another.