In front of Zong Ziheng, Li Buyu sent a sound transmission flower to his third uncle, asking him to unseal the corpse from the demon-binding formation after Zong Zixiao left, and hand it over to Zong's envoy .
Zong Ziheng planned to notify Zong Ziyun or the elders to escort Zong Minghe's body back to his daimyo after he settled down. Although he was not very sure that he could escape Zong Zixiao's pursuit, he had no choice but to escape.
The sound transmission flower fluttered like a butterfly, waving its wings and rushing towards the light, and escaped from this eerie cave in a blink of an eye.
Zong Ziheng sighed secretly, and looked at Li Buyu quietly.
Li Buyu said solemnly: "Does the emperor really want to choose today? I'm not greedy for life and afraid of death, but I'm just worried that if I anger Zong Zixiao, it will be bad for the emperor."
"'Unfavorable'? Why do you think I want to escape." If he can't stop Zong Zixiao from being "unfavorable" to him, the world of cultivating immortals may never see the light of day.
Zongzi Heng took out a talisman from the Qiankun bag.
Li Buyu took a step back and begged, "The emperor promised to give me the last respect." He took out the Qiankun bag from his arms and put it on the ground, "My sword is with me in life and death, but Lei Zubao, I Leave it to the Infinite Sect."
Zong Ziheng was most afraid of Lei Zubao Gao. Seeing this, he thought for a moment and put away the talisman: "The life and death of the Wuliang Sect is between your thoughts."
"Don't worry, Dijun, I have committed an unforgivable sin, and I have taken life and death lightly. Besides, I am not Dijun's opponent."
"Let's go."
Zong Ziheng took one last look at Zong Minghe, there was neither happiness nor sadness in his eyes, only indifference.
The two of them kept their spiritual breath to a minimum, and without anyone noticing, Yu Jian flew away from Shushan.
At this time, the twilight was getting darker, and it was the time when morning and evening alternated. Zong Ziheng acted alone in the name of worship. Zong Zixiao would not find out that he was no longer in Shushan until evening. A few hours was enough for him to fly to Zhangyang.
Among the rolling clouds, Shushan gradually disappeared. Zong Ziheng looked back for the last time. He really wanted to take a good look at Zong Zixiao again—if this was the last time—
Zhangyang is a small city in the south of the Yangtze River. The Shen family in Zhangyang back then was his mother's clan. Later, when the family was in decline, the mother had to go to the distant relatives of the daimyo Zong family. Because of her intelligence and beauty, she was favored by the empress dowager and stayed in the palace to be raised. She and Zong Minghe were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.
Everything is fate.
A few days ago, they had just come here to move the grave, and they were in a hurry that day, so they didn't take a good look at this place, and it was midnight at this time, and they couldn't see anything. The eldest son Heng found Shen Shiyao's tomb with the spiritual breath left behind.
Shen Shiyao's soul had already been scattered by Lei Zubaogao, within the Three Realms, in the reincarnation, she was left with only this pair of dry bones, thinking about this, Zong Ziheng's nose was sour, and sadness came from it.
With a plop, Li Buyu knelt down in front of Shen Shiyao's mausoleum.
Zong Ziheng said in a low voice: "You have done a lot of evil, but you still have a chance to redeem your sins. My mother will have nothing, and one day I will be gone. No one in this world will even remember her."
Li Buyu was silent.
"You keep saying that it's for revenge, but revenge is just an excuse for you to do evil. You kill people to get Zong Minghe's pill, and you use evil formations to press Zong Minghe on Diancang Peak to suck his wealth and life. Wuliangpai, you said you were unfair for me, but you killed all the people I care about, including me, and it was just a pawn you used." Zong Ziheng's voice was calm and quiet, and it looked particularly dark and cold in the dark valley.
Li Buyu came to Zong Ziheng on knees, looked up at him, and said in a trembling voice: "Dijun, I may be heinous, but I am sincere to you."
The eldest son Heng looked down at Li Buyu.
"I..." Li Buyu said with tears in his eyes, "I adore you. From the moment you rescued me, I always wanted to catch up with you. I went to Wuji Palace every now and then, not for Aunt, I came to see you. But I am stupid, if I am not the heir of Wuliang Sect, I am afraid you will dismiss me."
"Stop talking." Zong Ziheng said coldly.
"There are factional disputes within the Wuliang faction, and there are many immortal families who are looking down on the tiger. With my bones, I can't support the family business. I can't help it." Li Buyu cried, "Emperor, I wish so much." We have never grown up, you are still the grand majesty who loves to laugh, and I am still the young master of the Li family who is sheltered by my parents, I am satisfied if I can ask you a few tricks and say a few words."
"Stop it!" Zong Ziheng sternly said, "What's the use of saying this now." How could he ever forget his youth, the most beautiful youth in his life, at that time, although he was not valued by his father, his mother was gentle and loving , the younger brother is clever and lovely, he wholeheartedly asks about cultivating immortals, his only worry is whether he can win face for the Zong family at the Jiaolong meeting. And this person in front of him is not the head of the Wuliang Sect with a hideous face, the murderer who ruined his family, but just a little friend who likes to play with him.
Li Buyu choked with sobs and said, "Does Dijun even feel bored with my last few words?"
Zong Ziheng clenched his fists.
"Actually, I'm satisfied, so how can I be really satisfied?" Li Buyu grabbed Zong Ziheng's robe, and his eyes were stained with madness, "I made mistakes step by step, and I also approached you step by step, so I can't stop... I'm not reconciled, if I were Zong Zixiao, I would never dare to blaspheme you."
Zong Ziheng waved Li Buyu's hand away, took a few steps back, and stared at him with bloodshot eyes: "Enough."
Li Buyu smiled bitterly, pulled out a dagger from his boots, and pressed it against his chest. His expression was desolate and desperate, his eyes dim with tears, and he was still trying to see Zong Ziheng clearly: "Dijun, please don't forget me. In the afterlife, I wish to be a couple with you."
With a sound of "Puff", the dagger sank into Li Buyu's heart, and blood gushed out suddenly.
Zong Ziheng closed his eyes, feeling very anxious in his heart, and he didn't know who it was for—
The eldest son Heng buried Li Buyu properly, and offered sacrifices to his mother again. After all this was done, it was already dawn.
He took out a coarse casual clothes from the Qiankun bag, put on a hat and hat, and went down the mountain.
Zhangyang City has already started a new day. Although it is just an inconspicuous small place, the people are busy and go about their lives. This delicate and simple world is full of vitality.
When he was young, he often heard his mother mention his hometown, but he went to the south of the Yangtze River twice, but he didn’t come by accident. So he thought that one day he would come back for his mother to visit, but he didn’t expect that fate, the turbulent hand, would come here. After taking everything from him, he was put in the cold and lonely Wuji Palace.
I got my wish today, but my state of mind can never go back.
Standing in the crowd, he felt flustered and at a loss. Obviously no one would recognize him, but he didn't dare to raise his head. He escaped from Zong Zixiao, but his fear followed him like a shadow.
It's hard to imagine that when he was a teenager, his dream was to travel around. He liked the customs, wine and food everywhere, and he was very excited wherever he went. He wanted to buy many new and interesting things to bring back to his mother and younger brother. He sees the vastness of the world, and he also takes pity on the green grass and trees. Every time he integrates into this vast world, he can be temporarily relieved from the frustration of frustration. A good man has ambitions everywhere, and he doesn't have to trap himself in a square inch palace.
At that time, he was full of ambition, high spirits, and had unlimited expectations for the future, but now, after just walking down a street, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he just wanted to find a place that no one knew, and put himself deeply, Hidden deep.
He stood in a strange place, gathered in a strange crowd, not knowing where to go—
Zongziheng originally wanted to temporarily avoid the wind in Zhangyang, and then hide in a more secluded place. The only one who could guess where he was now was Xu Zhinan. Although he no longer trusted Xu Zhinan, he didn't think Xu Zhinan would betray him, which was not in anyone's interest.
In fact, even if Xu Zhinan didn't say anything, Zong Zixiao would use his own methods to find this place sooner or later, so he wouldn't stay for long.
However, he never expected that he thought he had escaped from birth, but in just two days, when he felt the overwhelming spiritual pressure of Zong Zixiao, the last flame of hope in his heart was silently extinguished.
The eldest son Xiao is holding his sword in the air, his black hair and clothes are dancing wildly, his body is surrounded by black death energy, anger and killing intent are intertwined, boiling against the sky, with the tendency of swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.
On the other hand, Zong Ziheng's handsome and elegant face was calm and indifferent, his pupils seemed to be covered with a gray mist, and no light could penetrate anymore.
In the small town of Zhangyang, have you ever seen such a battle before? The people in the underground looked up at the sky, watching the two immortals, one black and one white, confront each other.
"Zong, Zi, Heng!" Zong Zixiao's eyes were about to burst, "How dare you!"
Zong Ziheng looked at the person in front of him calmly: "How did you find me?"
"You only have this sentence?"
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
"You're looking for death." Zong Zixiao said viciously, "I'm not tolerant enough for you, isn't it good enough? I even allowed you to worship the poisonous woman who killed my mother. How about you? How dare you leave without saying a word! "He waited for several hours, until it was dark, until late at night, waiting for his elder brother to come back, but his elder brother did not come back. When he finally confirmed that the person could not wait to escape from him, his heart seemed to be crushed. He gave in again and again, and the guilt towards his mother tormented him day and night, because he loved his enemy helplessly, but what he got was a merciless betrayal. Just like ten years ago.
What is he? He is nothing, even though he already has the most powerful power in the world, in the eyes of the eldest brother, he is still the dog who can be fooled, trampled and discarded at will ten years ago!
Zong Ziheng was heartbroken, trembling, he said slowly: "Zong Zixiao, I will not let you get my golden elixir."
Zong Zixiao was shocked all over.