After arriving in Yancheng, Xu Zhinan first summoned the disciples of the Chunyang Sect who were following him, and learned that Chen Xingyong met a man late last night. The man was dressed in black and covered his face with a sword, so it was impossible to judge his origin. When the man was out of town, a disciple tried to follow him, but quickly lost track of him.
Hearing this, Cheng Yanzhi severely reprimanded: "Who allowed you to act without authorization?"
The disciple muttered, "I think that person's identity must be unusual, so..."
"If you are really an extraordinary person, you may have already discovered you. Before I left, I specifically told you not to startle the snake. Where are you listening!"
"Senior Brother Cheng, I was wrong."
Xu Zhinan frowned and said, "Forget it, since Chen Xingyong hasn't left yet, it's very likely that we haven't been discovered yet."
Zong Ziheng said: "If that person is the one Chen Xingyong is waiting for, then he is very likely to be the buyer of the Lions League, but it is a pity to let him run away."
"As long as Chen Xingyong is captured alive, we can find out all the people behind the scenes."
"But Chen Xingyong will leave at any time after seeing the person he wants to meet. I'm afraid we won't be able to wait for the people from the Cangyu Sect."
Xu Zhinan asked, "How long will it take for Envoy Fei Ling to arrive?"
"Just a couple of days."
"Keep watching Chen Xingyong, and act immediately when they arrive."
"yes."
"Yan Zhi." Xu Zhinan said, "After sunset, you take people out of the city and go quietly to find out about the man in black. The tighter he is, the more important he is. This generation is not rich and there are not many monks." See, ask the people in the surrounding towns if they have seen any monks or wealthy people during the day."
"Yes, big brother."
After Cheng Yanzhi left, Zong Zixiao asked a question: "Brother, why did the Lion League come to this place? There are no fairy gates around here, and they are poor. Even if it is to avoid people's eyes and ears, isn't it because they live in seclusion in the city?" Is it safer?"
"You're right, but since you want to meet someone, the place might be reserved by the man in black."
"Brother, does that man in black have something to do with our being attacked back then?"
"Maybe." Zong Ziheng's eyes were covered with a layer of frost, "so Chen Xingyong must be caught alive."—
They stayed temporarily in a small inn, waiting for Qi Mengsheng, the flying feather envoy of Cangyumen, to arrive and arrest Chen Xingyong together.
When Chen Xingyong was in the Cangyu Sect, he was inconspicuous, his aptitude and cultivation level were not inferior, if he faced him head-on, he would not need such a big battle to deal with him, but the magic weapon of Gong Shuji is too powerful, even at the worst Help him escape.
An ordinary person can obtain such terrible power with the help of a magic weapon. No wonder so many monks fight for the magic weapon. Cannibal Pill was also promoted to the ranks of high-level monks. The daimyo Zongshi issued a wanted arrest for him. The Chunyang Sect, Cangyumen, and Huaying Sect have been hunting him down, but it has been three years and he is still at large.
"Brother, if Chen Xingyong is caught, I want to lose the truth." Zong Zixiao said frankly, as if the magic weapon should belong to him, and he didn't need to hide his desire at all.
Zong Ziheng's hands stopped.
He called the shop waiter and brought up a bucket of hot water, who was currently washing Zong Zixiao's hair.
"You can give it to elder brother, anyway, we don't distinguish between each other." Zong Zixiao sat in the bathtub, scooped up water and splashed his face, "Brother, the saponins have been dripping down, hurry up and wash."
"That magic weapon is something you can ask for, it originally belonged to the Cangyu Sect."
"It doesn't belong to the Cangyu Sect. The treasure left by the ancestors belongs to those who have the ability to obtain it." Zong Zixiao looked at Zong Ziheng seriously, "Brother, don't you want Gong Shuji?"
"Who doesn't want such a magic weapon, but this matter is not that simple. Could it be that we have captured Chen Xingyong, and we have to fight for someone else to get the magic weapon." Zong Ziheng rubbed Zong Zixiao's hair, "Don't be whimsical, Our purpose is not magic weapon."
"Your purpose is not a magic weapon. Have you ever thought about their purpose?" Zong Zixiao turned to face Zong Ziheng, "Why is Xu Zhinan so active? We and the Huaying faction are here for revenge and investigation. To clarify the truth, the Cangyu Sect is to clean up the sect and regain the magic weapon, what about the Pure Yang Sect? What does this matter have to do with the Pure Yang Sect
"..."
"Whoever catches Chen Xingyong will get Gongshuju." Zong Zixiao showed a smirk, "Brother, we got Gongshuju, do they really dare to snatch it from us, dare to fight against the daimyo Zongshi?"
Zong Ziheng was a little startled, this younger brother whom he brought up with his own hands, why is his personality completely different from his own? But after thinking about it, his life is used to retreat, and only by retreat can he protect himself, while Zong Zixiao is used to being aggressive in his life, because every time he is aggressive, he will gain something. He sighed secretly, unable to tell what was in his heart.
"Brother?" Zong Zixiao asked puzzled, "Am I not right? No one's name is engraved on the magic weapon. Those who are capable will get it. This is the rule of the world of cultivating immortals."
Zongziheng took a gourd and scooped a ladle of water, and poured it over Zongzixiao's head.
"Ah... eyes." Zong Zixiao rubbed his eyes filled with saponins, and didn't open them for a long time.
"Xiao Jiu, you want what you can't see. This world will not always be what you want." Zong Ziheng said softly, "Gong Shuji was taken away by Chen Xingyong who killed his master. After taking it back, he should return it to Cang Yu." door, this is morality."
Zong Zixiao opened his eyes, and his dark pupils looked at Zong Ziheng without blinking.
"As for Brother Xu, I don't think he has any other purpose. He just wants to get rid of the scourge of Chen Xingyong. This is the chivalrous courage that every cultivator should have. If you think of him like this, you are treating a gentleman with the heart of a villain. belly."
Anger flashed across Zong Zixiao's face, but it was immediately replaced by sadness: "Brother, don't say that about me, you and Xu Zhinan have only met twice, why do you trust him so much?"
Zong Ziheng also realized that his words were serious, and he wiped off the foam on Zong Zixiao's face: "Brother, what you mean is, don't always think of people as bad."
Zong Zixiao said unconvinced: "If you can get what you want based on your ability, how can there be good or bad?"
Zong Ziheng said seriously: "If you think so, then Chen Xingyong also thinks so."
"...I'm not like him."
"Of course you are different." Zong Ziheng stroked his younger brother's wet hair, "So, don't think about Gong Shuji anymore."
"Brother really doesn't want a powerful magic weapon?"
"I think so, but a gentleman loves money in a proper way, and we can't rob others."
"Hmph, that's all. I may not like Gongshuji yet. One day in the future, I will ask for the map of Shanhe Sheji."
Zong Ziheng chuckled: "The tone is not small."
The map of mountains, rivers and land, one of the four ancient magic weapons, is in the treasure house of the Daming Zongshi. Unfortunately, the ancient magic weapons can hardly be controlled by ordinary people, such as the Shennong Ding, which requires hundreds of high-ranking monks to exert their strength at the same time.
"Our ancestors of the Zong family used the map of mountains, rivers and land, so why can't I use it? One day, sooner or later, I will be powerful enough to control the ancient magic weapon."
"You, get on the road first before thinking about flying."
Zong Zixiao snorted coldly, and suddenly sank into the water, leaving only a string of small bubbles on the water surface.
Zong Ziheng wrapped his fingers around his Wusi floating on the water like seaweed: "I'll see how long you can hold it."
Zong Zixiao struggled, but he didn't float up. In the end, he couldn't hold back any longer, so he rushed out of the water, deliberately thumping and getting Zong Ziheng covered in water.
"Little bastard." Zong Ziheng scolded with a smile, and also started to splash water on his face.
The two had a water fight separated by a tub, and in the end water was sprinkled all over the room, and Zong Ziheng was completely wet.
Zong Zixiao had a great time playing, his cheeks were stiff from laughing, and his whole little face was flushed.
"Okay, stop making trouble, it's not honest to take a bath." Zong Ziheng wrapped him up in a cloth towel, put him on the bed with one hand, and wiped his body indiscriminately.
Zong Zixiao was still laughing at first, but after a while, his face became strange, and he dodged uncomfortably. He curled up awkwardly and snatched the cloth towel: "Okay, I'll wipe it myself."
"You wipe it, the hair must be dry, I have to change clothes."
Zong Ziheng walked aside, turned his back to Zong Zixiao, undressed, and removed the wet clothes layer by layer. He was slender, with fair skin, and his figure was between that of a teenager and a young man. His strong bones covered his thin skin. Muscles, like a piece of finely crafted jade, exudes a warm, pure, and delicate brilliance.
Zong Zixiao secretly looked at his elder brother's back, his face blushed inexplicably. He still doesn't understand why his body changes, and he also doesn't understand why he wants to watch his elder brother change his clothes, but he doesn't want his elder brother to know that he is peeking.
He thought, his body is so white, so thin, his waist is so thin, his legs are so long, everything looks good.
When going to bed that night, Zong Zixiao didn't cling to his elder brother for the first time, but deliberately pulled a little distance away. In such a cold day, there was his favorite heat source lying beside him, but he shyly dared not approach him for fear of being caught. burning like—
After sleeping until dawn, the two brothers woke up at the same time when the cock crowed.
After washing up, they went downstairs to the atrium for morning exercises.
Xu Zhinan and several Chunyang Sect disciples also got up. The two brothers had never sparred with Wu Xiu before, so they were eager to try.
At this time, the shop waiter carried a wooden barrel through the atrium and greeted them with a smile: "Guest officer, I woke up so early. I'll go to the next door to make fresh tofu, and I will make tofu stew for you in the morning."
Zong Ziheng smiled and said, "Okay."
The shop clerk went out, and suddenly, he heard him screaming, the wooden barrel fell to the ground with a loud bang, and he came back rolling and crawling: "Monster, monster!"
"what happened!"
A group of people ran out following the sound, only to see a black shadow the size of a house appearing behind the early morning mist, walking towards them step by step, each foot landing brought tremors on the ground, and rushed straight to them through the soles of their feet. forehead.
Several people did not dare to breathe.
What kind of monster is this? Almost all monsters live alone, and it is unlikely to appear on human territory, let alone such a big monster.
The monster stopped suddenly, as if it was looking at them through the fog.
Xu Zhinan took out a wind talisman, threw it out, a gust of wind blew away the white mist, and a dog appeared in front of him.
Zong Ziheng's expression changed in shock, isn't this the big yellow dog on the street
Zong Zixiao said: "Dog, how did the dog get bigger!"
Xu Zhinan said solemnly: "It's not that the dog has grown bigger, it's that we have become smaller."