"That mysterious man was able to avoid explosives, but he used his subordinates as bait to deceive you, so vicious." Zong Ziheng was still in fear, "Brother Xu, you and Cheng Zhenren are lucky to have survived."
"That scoundrel's methods are too weird. If he comes from a decent background, he usually would not have thought of such indecent methods." Xu Zhinan said hoarsely, "It's a pity that he ran away and captured Chen Xingyong. The world of cultivating immortals is still not peaceful."
Qi Mengsheng said: "My faction has some contacts with Yongliang, I will send people to Yongliang, maybe I can find out which sect and faction their Thunder Fire Stones have been sold to."
Zong Zixiao snorted coldly: "Nothing is as good as making Chen Xingyong speak."
"Yes, we still have Chen Xingyong. The mysterious person doesn't know that Chen Xingyong is not dead, and if Chen Xingyong knows that the person wants to kill him, he may give up his mind and speak up." Zong Ziheng said.
Xu Zhinan's eyes boiled with murderous intent: "I will let him speak, no matter what method is used."
"The mysterious person thinks that Chen Xingyong is dead, so the buyers behind the Lions Alliance think that Chen Xingyong is dead. We can take advantage of this." Qi Mengsheng thought about it, "Use... public input to lure out the buyers who are colluding with Chen Xingyong."
"Emissary Fei Ling has a plan?" Xu Zhinan looked at Qi Mengsheng, the master teacher of the Chunyang Sect, who was originally a majestic and imposing man, looked pale and fragile at this moment, which was particularly touching.
Qi Mengsheng, who was as cold as ice, softened his tone a bit: "When your injury is better, we can discuss it together."
Xu Zhinan struggled to get up: "I'm going to see Yanzhi."
"Brother Xu." Zong Ziheng gently pressed his shoulder, "You are still injured, don't move around, Cheng Zhenren has a doctor to take care of him."
"His...how is it?" Xu Zhinan's eyes were flushed: "I watched Yanzhi grow up. He was proud and arrogant. He asked about cultivating immortals. He never slack off for a day. How could he be like this..."
Cheng Yanzhi's injuries were severe, all internal organs were damaged, and now he only has one breath left. Even if he survived by chance, losing the golden core would mean losing the self-healing ability of a Pure Yang Sect monk, and he would be a useless person in this life.
At this time, who dared to tell the truth to Xu Zhinan, everyone in the room avoided his eyes in unison.
Seeing such a reaction, there was something Xu Zhinan didn't understand, so he insisted on going.
"Brother." Xu Zhinan's junior said with tears in his eyes, "Brother Cheng... No, the doctor said, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight."
Xu Zhinan's body trembled, he gritted his teeth and said, "Take me to see him."—
Zong Ziheng and Zong Zixiao sat side by side on the stone steps of the courtyard, silently staring at the decayed and yellow fallen leaves, without saying a word for a long time.
"Brother..."
"Xiao Jiu..."
The two looked at each other in unison.
"Brother, you speak first."
"I was thinking, if it was me, in Brother Xu's situation, would I still be able to save your life and mine?"
"Why do you think about this? It's unfounded."
"It's not unfounded worry. Three years ago, we almost lost our lives at the hands of Chen Xingyong. If it was a fair battle, I wouldn't be afraid of him, but these people are full of tricks, and they have no idea what tricks they will use. Brother Xu's cultivation base, In the Chunyang Sect, he can already be ranked as an elder. In the whole world, there are not many people who can make him suffer. As a result... "
"It's still not strong enough." Zong Zixiao said seriously, "We must be strong enough not to be afraid of these insidious tricks."
Zong Ziheng smiled: "I always speak so loudly."
"It's not a lie, I can do what I say, just wait."
"Okay, okay."
A female cultivator from the Cangyu Gate walked in quickly and said respectfully: "Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth, a pair of monks came outside the door, named Huang Hong and Huang Wu. They claimed to be the guards of the two Highnesses."
"Huang Hong Huang Wu?" Zong Ziheng stood up, his scalp tingling. This pair of brothers only obeyed Zong Minghe's order, and they ran all the way here from their famous names, no doubt it was for Zong Zixiao. If he hadn't been in a hurry to arrest Chen Xingyong, he would have personally sent Zong Zixiao back, and now his father is probably angry.
Zong Zixiao immediately said: "Brother, don't worry, I came out myself, and I won't let my father blame you."
Zong Ziheng frowned and said, "It's not up to you to decide. Miss, let them in."
Brothers Huang Hong and Huang Wu walked in, and they all clasped their hands together: "I have seen Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth."
"Did your father send you here?"
"Yes." Huang Wudao, "His Royal Highness Ninth Prince left a letter and ran out of the Wuji Palace. The Emperor and Concubine Chu were very worried. We brothers searched all the way and found this place."
Zongzi Xiao rolled his eyes at him: "What are you worried about? I am twelve years old, and I can go out and travel alone."
"Your Highness Nine, you were in danger in Gutuo Town three years ago, and it is human nature for the Emperor to worry about you."
"Then you can see now that I'm with big brother, very safe, and I won't go back with you."
Huang Hongdao: "Actually, Dijun didn't urge us to bring you back to Daming immediately, as long as you go home before the Chinese New Year."
"Oh?" Zong Zixiao smiled with satisfaction, "That's good. This is the first time I have been out of the palace in winter. I heard that it will rain in winter in the south. I would like to see it."
Zong Ziheng also breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had offended his father. After all, he missed the Jiaolong meeting at that time because he was out of the palace temporarily and had troubles. Now he is only a few months away from Zong Zixiao's Jiaolong meeting. .
"Your Highness, the emperor has a secret order, can you come in and say it?" Huang Hong scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
"Come in."
The four of them entered the room, Huang Wu cut to the chase and said, "I heard that your Highnesses helped Chunyang Sect and Cangyu Sect wipe out the Lion League in one fell swoop and captured Chen Xingyong."
"Has it spread in the Jianghu?"
"Well, it has already been passed on to the daimyo. The two Highnesses are really brave, and they also avenged the past. Did you find out whether Chen Xingyong was instigated by others?"
"Not yet, this matter is a bit complicated, Chen Xingyong will not speak up easily." Zong Ziheng didn't intend to tell them what happened last night, not out of suspicion, but because the two brothers belonged to his father. Just let him have some reservations.
"Everyone has been caught, and this matter will definitely come to light. Anyone who dares to hurt the two Highnesses, no matter who they are, will be severely punished by the emperor."
"What secret order does Father have?" Zong Ziheng asked.
The two brothers looked at Zong Ziheng at the same time: "The emperor wants His Royal Highness to bring back Gong Shuji."
Zong Ziheng froze.
Zong Zixiao raised his eyebrows: "Father is really well informed."
Huang Wu smiled: "Under the whole world, could it be the land of the king, the emperor can naturally see all directions and hear all directions."
"Gong Shuji..." Zong Ziheng said hesitantly, "It's the magic weapon of Cangyu Sect."
"Gongshuji is Luban's magic weapon. It is only handed down here. According to the rules of the world of cultivating immortals, it has no owner. It was obtained by Cangyu Sect by accident, so it cannot be counted as a thing of Cangyu Sect." Huang Hongdao, "Besides, Even if it is the magic weapon of the Cangyu Sect, so what."
Zong Ziheng was silent.
Huang Hong is right, the magic weapon of land is obtained by those who are capable, but once it belongs to a certain faction, other factions will never fight for it unless they want to cause disputes, just like the picture of Shanhe Sheji is passed down from generation to generation by the daimyo clan The ancient divine treasure, Lei Zubao, is a treasure of the Wuliang sect, and the seven-star longevity lamp is one of the most precious treasures of the Chunyang sect. Although Gong Shuji is not as good as the top magic weapon, it is worth fighting for by any sect.
There are countless treasures hidden in the Promise Palace, Zong Minghe still wants it.
Zong Zixiao said proudly: "It is possible, but we have obtained this magic weapon, so it belongs to us."
"Xiao Jiu!" Zong Zixiao yelled softly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Father asked us to bring back such a powerful magic weapon, don't you want to reward him?" Zong Zixiao looked confident.
"I'm not talking about that. This Gongshu Mo was originally a product of the Cangyu Sect. It was taken away by Chen Xingyong. This magic weapon does not belong to us. How can we just grab it?!"
Huang Hong lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "The emperor said, I hope His Highness will not disappoint him again this time."
Zong Ziheng's figure trembled slightly, he clenched his fists secretly, the words came to his lips, but he couldn't utter them. He thought of his father's scolding and his mother's tears when he missed the Jiaolong meeting three years ago, and also thought of his brother Xu Zhinan who had suffered a lot, and fell into a deep dilemma.
The Chunyang Sect had one death and two injuries, and still failed to catch the mastermind behind the scenes. They were trying to use Gongshu Moment to lure them out. At this time, how could he have the idea of Gongshu Moment
"Your Majesty?"
Zong Ziheng's eyes flickered, and fine sweat oozes from his smooth and fair forehead.
Ever since he was a child, he has always longed for Zong Minghe's praise and appreciation. He screwed up three years ago, and now he has another chance to let his father see him again. He... what should he do
Huang Hong said in a low voice: "Your Highness, your character is gentle and generous. This is a virtue. Both my brother and I admire it very much. But sometimes, people have to think about themselves."
"Brother." Zong Zixiao also persuaded, "I got the Gongshu Ju, I will go back and ask my father to give you the Gongshu Ju, so that you have a good sword and a powerful magic weapon, wouldn't it be great?!"
Zong Ziheng lowered his head heavily.