Both Chunyang Sect and Wuyun Sect are big sects, and there are many juniors participating in the Flood Dragon Association this time, but this competition is a good seedling of the two sects, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.
When the two walked over, they saw Xu Zhinan and Yan Shu standing together. They treated people just like he usually did. They could talk and laugh so freely in the face of life and death enemies, which made people have to secretly admire Xu Zhinan's city.
Seeing the two of them, Xu Zhinan smiled and cupped his hands with everyone.
Yan Shu also bowed and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth."
Looking at this person closely, he is about fifty or sixty years old, tall and tall, with sharp-edged faces, deep eye sockets, and very sharp eyes, giving people a stern impression.
"Master Yan." Zong Ziheng nodded, and said as calmly as possible, "I've heard you famous for a long time."
"It's a mere name, His Highness thinks highly of it." Yan Shu's face was dull, showing no emotion.
"Sit down, the competition is about to begin." Xu Zhinan teased Yan Shu, "Master Yan, if my junior wins, don't be upset."
Yan Shu said with a half smile: "I'm just kidding, the dolls compete, winning or losing is their homework."
When Zong Ziheng sat down, he exchanged glances with Zong Zixiao quietly.
Zongzixiao understood and asked curiously: "Master Yan, I heard that you have a magic weapon called Wu Shengbi, which can turn anything you draw into reality. Can you lend it to me?"
Zong Ziheng scolded: "Xiao Jiu, don't be rude, how can a magic weapon speak casually."
Zong Zixiao was known as arrogant in the rumors, so it was not surprising that he made such a request. He said indifferently: "It's okay to borrow it, I don't want his, and Wu Shengbi is not the most powerful magic weapon of Wuyunmen."
"Xiao Jiu!"
Yan Shu moved his body uncomfortably.
Zong Zixiao pursed his mouth unhappily: "Master Yan, then you can demonstrate it to me."
Xu Zhinan said with a low smile, "Your Highness Ninth Prince is still young at heart."
"He is Pi, who wants to play all day long."
Yan Shu didn't show any embarrassment, he just said: "If Your Highness the Ninth Prince really wants to see it, I will demonstrate one or two after the competition is over."
Zong Zixiao clapped his hands happily: "Okay, big brother, what do you think we should draw, can we draw a dragon?"
"Do you know how big the dragon is? Where did you draw it?"
"That's right..." Zong Zixiao thought for a while, "Hey, I have a way, let the head master Yan draw a small dragon, and then ask Zhenren Xu to use Gongshumo to turn the little dragon into a big dragon, how about it?"
Yan Shu's eyebrows moved, and his jaw suddenly tightened.
Xu Zhinan said with a dry smile: "Your Highness Ninth Prince, that Gong Shuji is not in my hands, but in Feiling Envoy's place."
"But Qi Mengsheng clearly said that it was you..."
Zong Ziheng dragged Zong Zixiao over, and said in a low voice, "Can you shut up?"
Zong Zixiao snorted unconvinced.
Xu Zhinan showed embarrassment.
On the arena, the martial arts competition has already started, Yan Shu stared at the front, and whispered at the same time: "I heard that His Royal Highness and Xu Zhen have captured Chen Xingyong of the Lion League and killed the evil for the martial arts. It is a chivalrous act."
"Everyone who steals the alchemy will be punished. His Highness and His Highness Ninth Highness fought against the enemy bravely, while Xu did his best, which is worthless." Xu Zhinan said calmly.
"It's really regrettable to hear that Xu Zhenzhen's junior brother..."
Xu Zhinan's pupils contracted, and deep hatred flashed in his eyes, but he was as calm as a mountain, and he didn't show any flaws. He just said sadly: "We fell into a trap, and even Chen Xingyong was silenced, otherwise, the mastermind behind the scenes would have already been found out." .”
Yan Shu caressed his beard and said, "Wouldn't that let the people behind the scenes get away with it? The safety of the monks is still worrying."
Zong Zixiao said proudly: "When we interrogated Chen Xingyong, he couldn't tell everything to save his life, but he couldn't tell nothing, so he revealed some clues, and we will definitely find out."
"Oh, what clue?"
Xu Zhinan said: "Leader Yan, just watch. The person behind the scenes must be an expert. Maybe right now, before the end of the Flood Dragon Festival, we will test one by one. Sooner or later we will be able to find out." He was saying In this passage, the word "measurement" is deliberately bitten hard and clearly. This word inevitably reminds people of measurement, and when it comes to measurement, in this situation, it is inevitable to think of Gongshuji, the Luban magic ruler.
"Yes, it will definitely be detected." Zong Ziheng stared at the ring and clapped his hands heavily, "This is a good move."
Yan Shu looked at the arena and recovered from his daze, only to find that the juniors of his own faction had fallen behind the Chunyang Sect.
Soon, the competition was over, and the Pure Yang Sect narrowly defeated the Wuyun Sect.
Yan Shu remained calm and congratulated Xu Zhinan calmly.
Xu Zhinan laughed loudly: "Master Yan is being polite, you are being polite."
Zong Zixiao couldn't wait to say: "Master Yan, please show me Wu Sheng's brush. After a while, I will compete again."
Zong Ziheng said shamelessly: "Master Yan, my younger brother is not sensible, if this ruthless request embarrasses you, just say so."
"It's okay, let His Highness Ninth Prince take a look at it today."
Several people found a place to hide in the mountains and forests.
Yan Shu took out a simple brush, looked at Zong Zixiao and said, "Your Highness the Ninth Prince wants to see the dragon?"
"Yes, draw a dragon."
Wu Sheng's pen emitted bursts of spiritual light and floated in mid-air. Yan Shu activated his spiritual power, and the tip of the pen automatically drew a small dragon with the length of a forearm in the void.
Although the little dragon is black all over, it is alive and well, shaking its beard, stretching its long body, obediently wrapping around Yan Shu.
Zong Zixiao excitedly ran after the dragon.
Zong Ziheng clapped his palms and said with a smile: "It's so interesting, how did Head Yan get such an interesting magic weapon."
"by chance."
"Master Yan, how long can this dragon last?"
"Such a small thing, I can keep it for a long time." Yan Shu looked at Xu Zhinan, "But if Xu Zhenren uses public transport moments to make it bigger, it will consume too much spiritual power, and I can't estimate it."
Xu Zhinan waved his hand, smiled wryly and said, "Gong Shumo is not in my hands."
Zong Zixiao said displeasedly: "Hmph, what the hell are you..."
Zong Ziheng severely interrupted Zong Zixiao's words: "Gong Shuji has a lot to do with it, so it's for you to have fun."
The three of them sang together, which really made Yan Shu frowned. The more Xu Zhinan evaded, the more suspicious he seemed. In addition, they were so nervous about sharing the truth, no matter how you looked at it, it was tricky—
After separating from Yan Shu, Zong Zixiao rolled his eyes: "He actually played with his magic weapon for me, I'm not a child."
Xu Zhinan said lightly: "That's because what His Highness wants to see is only Wu Sheng's pen, so naturally it's not good to embarrass you."
"If you really ask him for the treasure of Wuyun Sect's township, how can he agree, and he will also become suspicious." Zong Ziheng patted Zong Zixiao's head, "You are indeed still a child."
Zong Zixiao pushed away his elder brother's hand, straightened his chest, and said seriously, "I'm not a child."
"He should have taken the bait. He has dealt with Chen Xingyong many times, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions. It is impossible not to worry about his identity being exposed. Now we have to 'test' with public transport moments. Although he doesn't know how we are going to 'test', what to 'test' , but must be guilty.”
"This step alone is not enough. He just doubts, but he doesn't necessarily think that Gong Shuji can expose him."
Xu Zhinan nodded: "The next step is to rely on Hua Yuxin."
"How much do you know about the magic weapon of Wuyunmen?" Zong Zixiao frowned, "Even if we really force him to show his feet, if we can't catch him, it won't help."
"Mountain whip..." Zongzi Heng read, "It is said that it is a magic weapon of the first emperor, which can move mountains, but no one has seen what it is capable of. After all, it has not shown up in the world of cultivating immortals for hundreds of years."
Since three hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Zong family unified Kyushu and proclaimed themselves emperor, there has been no major disputes in this land. Not only the mountain whip, but the top magic weapons of the various immortal sects are almost useless, so Their generation knew very little about driving mountain whips.
"At that time, we can only capture him with the strength of everyone." Zong Ziheng looked at the sky, "Xiao Jiu, your second competition is about to start, let's go back."
In Zong Zixiao's second match, he met a disciple of the Chunyang Sect who had just narrowly defeated the Wuyun Sect. The match just now was enough for people to see that this disciple was not Zong Zixiao's opponent, so there was no suspense in this match .
The eldest son Heng was about to watch the battle, but was stopped by Shen Shiyao's maid: "Your Highness, Your Majesty wants to see you."
Zongzi Heng said coldly: "I'm going to watch Xiao Jiu compete."
"Your Majesty said..." the maid lowered her voice and said in embarrassment, "Your Highness, Your Majesty has been on fire for a whole day, if you let her come to you, wouldn't it be even worse."
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, knowing that it was useless to escape, he strode towards his tent.
Shen Shiyao waved away all the attendants, and the mother and son looked at each other across the air, with anger burning in their eyes.
Just as she was about to speak, Zong Ziheng said first: "Mother, do you know that you are wrong?"
Shen Shiyao widened her beautiful eyes, and tremblingly said: "I was wrong? Who am I doing all this for?!"
"I don't need you to do mean things for me."
Shen Shiyao was furious: "Presumptuous! You say I'm despicable?!"
"You... you gave that kind of medicine to an innocent girl, and you gave it back to your own son..." Zong Ziheng blushed with shame, "Have you ever thought about what will happen to us if this matter is revealed?"
"The end? The end is that Hua Yu insists that you are not going to marry. The Huaying faction originally wanted you to be their son-in-law. Isn't this the fulfillment of this marriage?"
"You..." Zong Ziheng was trembling with anger from Shen Shiyao.
"You think it's easy for me to get that medicine? You think I'm not afraid or guilty because I took the risk?" Shen Shiyao gritted her teeth, "But that bitch Li Xiangtong is far more vicious than me. Wait for her to destroy you by means!"
"Unreasonable!" Zong Ziheng sternly said, "You are simply unreasonable!" He has been sensible and filial since he was a child, and he has never had such a fierce quarrel with his mother. This time, he was really out of anger and disappointment, and he couldn't even accept such a person for a while. would be his own mother.
Shen Shiyao cried: "Why are you so unfilial, you don't understand mother's painstaking efforts at all, let me down everywhere, oppose me everywhere, I am your mother, I am all for you!"
"Are you really doing it for me?" Zong Ziheng asked with tears in his eyes as he took two steps back.
Shen Shiyao looked at her son stiffly.
Zong Ziheng shook his head, turned around and ran away.