"Brother..."
The voice of grievance and sorrow resounded faintly in the room, and the lingering sound trembled a few times, like a whining puppy.
Zong Ziheng was lying on the bed, closing his eyes and concentrating. In fact, he was not asleep. He knew that Zong Zixiao also knew that he was not asleep, but he didn't intend to pay attention to it.
"Brother, I'm so tired, my legs are numb."
"Xiao Jiu is very hungry. I came all the way, tired and hungry, just want to see my elder brother, and you still scold me and punish me."
"I touched the barrier of the Pure Yang Sect and was almost injured. You don't feel sorry for me at all, do you?"
"You cared about me when I was young, and you were worried about bumps and bumps, and now you punish me every now and then. Don't tell me I won't be your brother when I grow up."
Zong Ziheng couldn't bear it anymore, sat up, looked at Zong Zixiao who had been squatting for half a night and looked downcast, and smiled angrily: "You have the nerve to say, who will allow you to run out without authorization."
"Who told you to leave me and go out alone. Besides, I am twelve years old. At this age, a monk should go out to practice alone, and no one needs to agree."
"Then you can go wherever you want, and don't come to me."
"If I don't come to you, you will look for me everywhere, right? I just want to save you worry, and you don't appreciate it. "
"Still talking back."
Zong Zixiao curled his lips and wailed, "Brother, my leg is numb, it's really numb."
Zong Ziheng stared at him for a while: "Come here."
Zong Zixiao relaxed and almost knelt on the ground.
Zong Ziheng subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, then retracted, and looked at Zong Zixiao pretending to be serious.
Zong Zixiao rubbed his legs, and then walked over with a swing: "Hiss... It hurts me to death, I may not be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
"I've only been squatting for two hours, and I'm getting more and more delicate." Zong Ziheng twisted his ears.
"You try squatting."
"Why did I squat? I didn't do anything stupid." Zong Ziheng's lingering anger still persisted, "Running so far from Daming by yourself, and even touching the barrier of the Golden Crow, do you know how dangerous it is? .”
"I didn't know there was an enchantment either."
"It's not just a problem of enchantment." Zong Ziheng thought of the Lion League, and thought of how they almost died at the hands of the pill hunters back then. Even after three years, he would still be afraid. How could this brat dare to run around by himself? He has always been so arrogant and conceited. What will he do when he grows up.
Zong Zixiao felt the worry of his elder brother: "Brother, do you remember that we were attacked in Gutuo Town back then?"
"Since you know it, don't be vigilant."
"But you also left the palace at the age of twelve. There are always bad people, and you can't give up eating because of choking."
"You should at least wait until you grow up a bit and have the power to protect yourself. Today is no different from the past, our Dan..." Zong Ziheng stopped abruptly.
Zong Zixiao accompanied him in silence for a while, and said, "Brother, is it true that the Empress really wants to harm us?"
Zong Ziheng stared at him: "Who did you listen to?"
"I overheard Concubine Shen talking to my mother."
Zong Ziheng was speechless. He didn't want to instill this groundless conspiracy into his young and inexperienced brother, for fear that the child would not be able to hold his tongue and cause trouble, but if he directly refuted it, wouldn't he be saying that his mother was gossiping? After thinking about it, he said: "Xiao Jiu, there is no evidence to prove that the empress is involved in this matter. My mother said this because she was eager to protect her son, and she was overly worried when she saw me hurt. It was actually an angry word, do you understand? "
Zong Zixiao looked at his elder brother, his thin eyelids opened and closed slightly, and he said calmly: "However, Concubine Shen's conjecture is not groundless."
Zong Ziheng was shocked.
"However, I also hope it's not the empress." Zong Zixiao said, "Second brother is very kind to me."
"Well, your second brother loves you too."
"But the second brother's talent is dull and he doesn't think about making progress. In the future, if the Daming Zong family wants to gain a foothold in the world of cultivating immortals, it still depends on us."
"You, who taught you these words? Do you know..." Zong Ziheng broke out in a cold sweat when he heard it.
"I know." Zong Zixiao said without changing his face, "I know everything. But I'm not wrong, right?"
Zong Ziheng's face darkened: "You can't say such things in the future, no matter in front of anyone, do you understand?"
"Of course I only told you."
At this moment, Zong Ziheng realized that the youngest brother had also grown up, and he suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, and even a little panicked.
He calmed down a bit: "Okay, who's calling."
"Didn't Xu Zhinan find Chen Xingyong's trail? When are we going to catch them?"
"It's not something you should worry about. You stay in Luojinwu obediently, and wait for me to fly back to your name tomorrow and let Huang Hong and Huang Wu come to pick you up."
"I don't want anyone to pick me up, I won't go back!" Zong Zixiao shouted, "I want to take revenge myself."
"Don't mess around. Those pill hunters are very dangerous. They escaped the two arrests."
"So wouldn't it be better to have one more man?"
"you still… "
"If I can't even protect myself, why do I still participate in the Jiaolong Association, and my elder brother looks down on me like this?" Zong Zixiao was also annoyed, "I am no longer a child. You are at my age, and you are alone in the rivers and lakes , how can I be worse than you in subduing demons and eliminating evil spirits?"
Zong Ziheng remembered that when he was twelve years old, he was also extremely energetic, traveling alone in Kyushu without any fear, but when it was Zong Zixiao's turn, he was always worried.
"Furthermore, with so many monks here, the Lions League can only run away with their heads in their hands. It is completely different from the attack on Gutuo Town at that time."
"Having said that..."
"Anyway, I won't go back. I will go wherever elder brother goes. You send me back, I have legs, and I will come out again." Zong Zixiao stared at Zong Ziheng stubbornly.
Zong Ziheng sighed. Maybe he just wants to slowly accept that his younger brother has grown up and will have his own opinions more and more. If he is older, he may be more rebellious, but he can't stop the young bird from spreading its wings.
Seeing that Zong Ziheng was obviously loose, Zong Zixiao immediately wrapped himself around his neck and said coquettishly, "Brother, my leg hurts so much, please rub it for me."
"You are clingy." Zong Ziheng said helplessly, "Why are you so clingy?"
"Only cling to elder brother." Zong Zixiao tilted his head on Zong Ziheng's shoulder socket, with a smirk on his face, "I will cling to elder brother all my life."
Zong Ziheng pinched his legs for him, and his tone softened: "Brother is for your own good, do you understand?"
"clear."
"What do you understand?"
"I understand that you are worried about me."
"The attack in Gutuo Town three years ago was the most frightening time in my life." Zong Ziheng said in a low voice, "They won't let you go. If something really happened to you, what will Big Brother do?"
"I will never worry you again. I am much stronger than before. Even if I meet a high-ranking monk, I think I can at least escape with my life."
Zong Ziheng glanced at his younger brother and smiled faintly.
"Really, if the spray is really dangerous, I will run, and I will never hold you back."
"Okay, it's done."—
The next day, several people discussed the next action together. This time they will join forces with the Cangyumen to surround Chen Xingyong in Yancheng. Drawing on the experience of the previous two times, they will send a lot of people this time.
In order not to scare the snakes, they will divide into several groups and enter Yancheng at different times, and they cannot control the sword. They changed out of their conspicuous monk uniforms, rode on horses, and dressed like ordinary Jiang Hu people.
It takes at least four days to travel from Jingzhou to Yancheng. The two brothers walked together with Xu Zhinan and Cheng Yanzhi.
On the way, Zong Zixiao asked curiously: "Brother, are all the people in Cangyumen not male or female?"
"I haven't had much contact with it. This sect is very mysterious, but it is indeed mostly female cultivators."
"Haha, isn't that exactly the opposite of the Pure Yang Sect."
Xu Zhinan smiled.
"I heard that they still claim to be the guardians of the Shennong Ding, but the Shennong Ding has been there for millions of years. What does it have to do with them? Why do they collect protection fees?"
"This point is indeed criticized. But the Cangyu Sect is located in Kunlun, which has a geographical advantage. If they offend them, it is difficult to guarantee that the tempering process will not be disturbed."
"Hmph, when Father tempers the sword for me, I want to see how tough they are."
Using the Shennong cauldron to refine any divine object would cause shock in the world of cultivating immortals. After all, it was the lifelong yearning of all monks. Hearing this, Xu Zhinan's senior brothers all turned to look at Zongzixiao in surprise.
Zong Zixiao said proudly: "Yes, my father promised me that when I win the championship at the Jiaolong meeting next year, my father will temper a rare sword for me with the Shennong cauldron."
Because Xu Zhinan was born in a family of merchants, he was smart and tactful, and he was very good at observing words and expressions. He glanced at Zongzi Heng without any trace, and said with a light smile, "Congratulations, Your Highness."
On the other hand, his junior brother Cheng Yanzhi was much more upright, and his eyes immediately fell on Zong Ziheng's saber.
As Zong Tianzi's eldest son, Zong Ziheng's sword is too ordinary, far from worthy of his background. It seems that the rumors about the eldest prince not being favored by the outside world are all true.
Although Zong Ziheng looked ahead, he still felt the gaze mixed with surprise and puzzlement. His face suddenly became hot.
For a swordsman, the sword is not only a weapon, but also a life-and-death companion, an identity, and a face. Usually, a good sword can accompany a swordsman for a lifetime.
And he only has an ordinary sword.
A good sword is as light as a thousand pieces of gold, but as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold is hard to find. His mother was an orphan, and she didn't have a strong family as a backer, so she couldn't afford a good sword just because of their mother's and son's palace status.
Emperor Ninghua once wanted to present him with a good sword at the Jiaolong meeting, but he missed it.
Hearing his brother Yao talk about the sword made of Shennong cauldron in such a proud and light tone, and looking at his own sword, he is definitely not a vain person, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.
Xu Zhinan changed the topic at the right time: "Yanzhi, is there a town in front of you?"
Cheng Yanzhi took out the map and looked at it: "The front should be Luliu Town, let's settle here tonight."