Now that they met, they naturally formed a seat.
Zong Zixiao sat next to his eldest brother, looking warily at Hua Yuxin who was opposite him from time to time, to guard against the two flirting under his nose.
Zong Zimo was used to seeing scenes, and he acted like the master of the world, winning people's hearts lightly and lightly. It is not wrong for him to do so. As the son of Zong Tianzi, with relatives like the Wuliang Sect, there is no doubt that he will become the co-lord of Kyushu in the future.
Zong Ziheng looked at Zong Zimo's success in both directions, and he thought to himself, to lead a sect and a sect does not mean choosing to be the most advanced one. Be good at it.
During the dinner, Zong Zimo did not hide his hospitality to Hua Yuxin, Zong Ziheng kept thinking of his mother's advice to him in his mind, and his mood became more and more depressed. He wants to be a filial son and fulfill his mother's wishes, but deep down in his heart there is a tiny, uninterrupted voice that cries for relief.
If Zong Zimo embraces the beauty as he wishes, will he not have to bear any expectations and can live freely
Two contradictory thoughts collided in his mind, causing him headaches.
"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Zong Zixiao saw Zong Ziheng frowning non-stop, and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay." Zong Ziheng took a sip of wine in a concealed manner, "Didn't I tell you to stay in the palace well, what are you doing out here?"
Zong Zixiao heard that Zong Zimo was going to entertain guests from the Huaying faction, and wanted to see what the daughter of the Hua family looked like, and whether he was worthy of his elder brother. But of course he won't tell the truth: "Second brother said there are delicious food, I want to come out and relax."
"There is nothing to relax outside the palace. Now the city is full of monks from all over the place. It's very chaotic. You are not allowed to run around in the future."
"Understood." Zong Zixiao suddenly noticed that Hua Yuxin was looking this way again, he turned sideways, deliberately blocked that line of sight, and said displeasedly, "Brother, do you think Hua Qianjin looks good?"
"Of course it looks good."
"Second brother also thinks she is good-looking." Zong Zixiao showed a smirk, "I think second brother is a good match for her."
Zong Ziheng was silent.
Zong Ziheng ate this meal in an awkward and uncomfortable way. If he had known this, he would not show up. At this time, it would be pleasant to have a drink with Xu Zhinan, who is like-minded. Why bother sitting here on pins and needles.
Xu Zhinan is also an exquisite character, he quickly guessed the minds of these young people, and showed a thoughtful smile——
Three days later, the Flood Dragon Society officially started.
The place of the competition is the hunting ground in the back mountain of the Promise Palace. The competition will last for three days, and the selection method is very simple - draw lots randomly, and the winner will advance to the next level. There are not many rules in the competition, men and women are not limited, any weapon, magic weapon, talisman can be used, and everyone has their own special abilities. There is only one rule, which is not to make a killer move.
In order to prevent the young cultivators from not grasping the severity and hurting others, each of the major sects must send an elder to guard the ring. The elders discuss the outcome together.
When the competition comes to the end, the remaining ones are naturally the arrogance of heaven, fighting with the honor of the sect, how can they easily admit defeat, the more likely it is at this time, the more likely they will encounter the elders' ruling, if it is on their own territory, it is easier to use it secretly Therefore, everyone wants to host the Flood Dragon Club, and this is why there is a rule of rotation among several sects.
Zong Minghe took advantage of the internal turmoil in the Wuyun Sect and confidently snatched up this year's sponsor. He seemed to be the youngest son of his three thousand favorites, and made outsiders have many guesses about Zong Zixiao's strength.
This time, besides Zong Zixiao, the third princess Zong Ruoning and the fifth prince Zong Ziyun will also participate, plus the descendants of various sects and sects, there are more than a hundred people.
While the drums were beating, Zong Ziheng rode a tall horse and led his younger brothers and sisters into the arena.
Around the field, clumps of tents were dotted with tents and flags of various colors were flying, and their eyes were all on the descendants of Emperor Zong.
Zong Ziheng participated in the Flood Dragon Club for the first time when he was twelve years old, and it caused quite a stir. Although he didn't win any titles, his potential is astonishing at such a young age, which is enough to make people sigh that he is a formidable young man. After that, he roamed the rivers and lakes alone, and news of his deeds spread from time to time. The whole world of cultivating immortals thought that Zong Ziheng would probably win the first prize at the Jiaolong Meeting. However, he did not show up at the Flood Dragon Meeting, and for the next three years, he kept a low profile and seemed to disappear, which made people think of Zhong Yong's injury.
Now, he is the first to ride a horse, with a rhinoceros and jade sword, a white horse with a golden collar, and his whole body is dignified and dignified. This young man, who is as handsome and heroic as green pines and verdant cypresses, has no trace of depression from the outside world, and all eyes are on him. He kept throwing it at him, and the female nuns of the right age were already whispering.
Zong Zixiao was behind Zong Ziheng, and seeing his elder brother receiving the attention of the audience, he was extremely proud. He squinted his eyes, watched the warm spring sun spread over the earth, and traced Zong Ziheng's handsome outline with sparkling golden light. At this moment, It was as if a god had descended into the world, and he couldn't help but want to chase the light in front of him—it is human nature to chase light.
Zong Zixiao clamped the horse's belly and chased after him. The two horses advanced side by side. He wanted the whole world of cultivating immortals to see that he was the one walking side by side with his elder brother, and he was the only one.
So one white and one black, the two arrogances, as soon as they appeared on the stage, amazed everyone—
They sat under their tents, waiting for the results of the lottery.
Zong Ruoning paced back and forth, looking a little nervous.
Zongzi Heng said: "Ning'er, don't walk around, shaking makes people's head hurt."
"Brother, I'm a little worried, what if I draw a particularly powerful one in the first round."
"It's up to fate, there's no use worrying, it just increases troubles." Zong Ziheng stretched out his hand, "Come, sit down."
Zong Ruoning took the elder brother's hand and shook it coquettishly: "Brother, this is the only time I have participated in the Jiaolong meeting. When I compete, you must watch me."
"Brother still wants to see me." Zong Zixiao muttered.
"You can still participate after four years. My sister is going to get married soon. There is no chance. You still fight with me."
Zong Zixiao said unwillingly: "I am so much younger than you, yet you still fight with me."
"I think you're looking for a fight." Zong Ruoning waved his fist.
Zong Ziheng smiled and said: "Okay, big brother will watch, but if your competitions are going on at the same time, then I'll go and see Ning'er, okay?"
Zong Ruoning smiled sweetly and nodded heavily: "Yes!"
Zong Ziheng touched his sister's satin-like hair, and sighed: "Brother always thinks that you are still a little girl, and you will get married soon."
"I don't want to either, but..." She suddenly leaned close to Zong Ziheng's ear, and whispered shyly, "Brother, I went to see him secretly, and I think he's pretty good-looking."
Zong Ziheng chuckled: "That's good, it's good to be worthy of our Ning'er." During the civil strife in Wuyun Sect, he was also worried that it would be unsafe for his younger sister to marry, but her future father-in-law had already put aside world affairs and devoted himself to cultivation. The important elder of Wuyun Sect has no conflict with Yan Shu. Yan Shu must have talked about this matter when he was recruited into Wuji Palace that day. Now it seems that it should have little influence.
"Third Sister, if Fifth Brother or I meet your future husband-in-law, what will we do?"
Zong Ruoning laughed and said: "Hit hard, don't embarrass our daiming Zong."
"The lottery is out, the lottery is out!"
A group of palace people each held a red silk roster and trotted all the way to the tents of the various sects.
After getting the autograph booklet, Zong Ziheng unfolded it under the eager gazes of his younger siblings.
Zong Ziheng saw Zong Ziyun's name at a glance: "Xiao Wu, you..."
Zong Ziyun scratched his head: "Why did I get the female cultivator from Cangyu Sect in the first round? I heard that they know magic arts, and I can't figure out the number of exercises. They are very evil."
"It's nothing, don't listen to the nonsense from the outside world, and scare yourself." Zong Ziheng said, "Compared, big brother believes in you."
"What about me? What about me?" Zong Zixiao poked his head over.
"Your Highness!" A young boy's voice came from afar, and in the blink of an eye, the owner of the voice got into the tent.
It was a handsome and tall young man with a clever look.
"Silence?" Zong Ziheng laughed.
"Li Buyu?" Zong Zixiao said with disgust, "When did you come?"
"There is a delay in Mount Shu. I just arrived yesterday." Li Buyu walked to Zong Ziheng, his eyes sparkled with hope, "Your Highness, this is the last time I will participate in the Jiaolong meeting. Can you come and see me compete?"
Zong Zixiao said bluntly: "My elder brother still wants to see us, how can he have time to see you, go back to your tent quickly."
"Zi Xiao, don't be so rude."
Li Buyu ignored Zong Zixiao: "Your Majesty, you taught me agility the year before last, and I benefited a lot. This time, I will definitely fight hard at the Flood Dragon Meeting."
Zong Ziheng smiled and said: "You have the head master Xianzun to teach you in person, how can I really guide you, at most it is my own mistakes, I can help you solve a problem or two. Don't say anything, I will definitely understand your martial arts competition." I went to see it, did you draw lots?"
"Well, it's smoked." Li Buyu looked at the roster in Zong Ziheng's hand, "But I haven't read it yet."
Zong Ziheng looked at the roster again: "Your first round was with..."
Several people were stunned at the same time.
Zong Zixiao slowly raised his head, staring at Li Buyu with piercing eyes.
Li Buyu clenched the sword in his hand.