After dark.
Zong Ziheng quietly got out of bed and changed into night clothes.
After finally dismissing everyone, he didn't care about the unhealed injury, and was eager to check if his uncle was okay.
The Wuji Palace is built next to the mountain, and there is a cave on the mountain, which is a place for senior monks of the Zong family to retreat and practice. The Dongfu is the place with the richest aura in Kyushu. It was formed in the prehistoric era. For millions of years, as the aura in the world became thinner and thinner, the Dongfu became extremely rare. Only a blessed place can establish a sect. Cave mansion, kung fu, and magic weapon, only if they have all three can they be worthy of being called a famous family.
The Zong's cave is heavily guarded, and there is a strong barrier. The ancestor's precepts are ordered, and non-Zong's blood is not allowed to enter. Zong's descendants can only enter after they are adults and with the permission of the Patriarch. Zongzi Heng has been there several times, but this is the first time he wants to sneak in secretly, but he is of Zong's blood, and the barrier will not stop him.
Zong Ziheng sneaked all the way, escaped all the guards, and entered the cave smoothly.
Outside Zong Mingfu's Jianju, there is another barrier to prevent disturbance. This is a curse seal created by the Zong family. Zong Ziheng directly removed the seal without destroying the barrier. He stood in front of the house and looked at the tight Closed the door, hesitated for a long time.
After the retreat, monks will fasten the valley and not allow anyone to approach, so no matter what happens inside, no one outside will know. If Lu Zhaofeng lied, he would disturb his uncle's practice, and if someone found out, he wouldn't even be able to explain it.
He took a few steps back, quietly climbed up to the roof, carefully lifted a few tiles, and looked down.
It was empty.
Zongzi Heng suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and all the wounds on his body ached at the same time.
He jumped off the roof, opened the door and rushed in.
Contrary to the luxury and magnificence of the Promise Palace, this room is very simple, with almost no extra items, so that people can concentrate on it. Retreating has always been a painstaking practice, and self-cultivation also requires cultivating one's character.
At a glance, there is nowhere to hide.
There is no one here, not Zong Mingfu.
Everyone in the world knows that Zong Mingfu has been cultivating in seclusion for five years. Seclusion is not a child's play. It is impossible to just leave. Why is there no one here!
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath, and walked around the small room helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Could it be, could it be that what Lu Zhaofeng said is true, his uncle has been...
Suddenly, Zong Ziheng found that two of the straw mats on the floor were not aligned, and one was pressing the edge of the other.
His uncle's temperament is a bit weird. Everything needs to be clean, neat and orderly. It is absolutely impossible to allow the mats he is sitting on to be uneven. Someone must have been here.
He walked over and lifted the straw mat, and suddenly saw dark brown traces under the mat. His heart sank, and he tore off the entire mat. The dry marks on the ground were blood!
Zong Ziheng's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.
"Uncle..." Zong Ziheng stroked the blood on the ground with trembling fingers, and the boundless chill engulfed him viciously, freezing his blood.
His uncle, his master, taught him how to practice since he was three years old, and gave him the first sword in his life...
He remembered that five years ago, his uncle pressed his shoulders and said to him: "Heng'er, you are an adult today. Professor Xiao'er is enough. Uncle can rest assured to go to seclusion. When I leave the seclusion, I will definitely complete my first cultivation." Yachongtian, revive the majesty of my daimyo Zongshi."
Zong Ziheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily at the pool of blood. His forehead was pressed against the cold ground, the pain pierced his bone marrow, and tears flowed like springs.
Lu Zhaofeng couldn't enter Zong's cave at all. If someone hadn't told him about the situation inside, he would have no way of knowing, so what he said...is it true
Father, is it really you, you... killed your own brother? —
Zong Ziheng returned to his dorm in panic, only to see Zong Zixiao sitting on his bed with his arms folded, his beautiful little face very serious.
"How do you..."
"where have you been."
The two spoke at the same time.
"You haven't recovered from your injury. What are you doing dressed like this?" Zong Zixiao walked over and scolded, "What are you hiding from me? We brothers have never had any secrets. Why have you been hiding since you met? Xu Zhinan, is it always secretive to me?"
Zong Ziheng hadn't been able to get rid of his grief yet. He was exhausted physically and mentally at this moment, and he didn't even want to say a word. He shook his head: "You're still young, don't ask."
Zong Zixiao was even more furious: "You have never been so perfunctory to me, what are you hiding from me!"
Zong Ziheng fell powerlessly on the bed, as if he had gone through a life-and-death battle, leaving only a scarred body.
"You, how are you?" Zong Zixiao saw him like this, and became worried again, "Dare to run around even if your injury is not healed, father obviously won't let you go out, what should you do if you are found out?" He checked Zong Ziheng's Pulse condition, checked the injury again, said with heartache and anger, "Look, the wound is oozing blood again."
The eldest son Heng didn't respond, and his younger brother hurriedly cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged him again.
After finally tidying up, Zong Zixiao sat by the bed and stared at Zong Ziheng for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and stroked the corners of his red eyes: "Brother, have you ever cried?"
Zong Ziheng's empty gaze finally moved over. Those deep black eyes lost their usual gentleness and clarity, and now seemed to be carrying a boundless sadness.
Zong Zixiao gritted his teeth: "Is it because of Hua Yu's heart?"
Zong Ziheng was noncommittal.
"You really like her?" Zong Zixiao's tone was full of unwillingness.
Zong Ziheng nodded lightly: "Xiao Jiu, did you know that she told me before she left that she would marry me."
Zong Zixiao turned his face away, his bright eyes stared angrily at the front, his jaw had begun to show the outline of a man, and it was tense at this moment, "But she is dead, and she will never be able to marry you."
Zong Ziheng lowered his eyes, his pale lips moved slightly, and finally said nothing.
Zong Zixiao looked at his weeping face, and regretted the harsh words: "Brother, if you must get married, when I grow up, I will marry you."
Zong Ziheng only regarded him as a childish talker, and said flatly: "Silly boy."
"Isn't it good? My mother said that getting married to the person you like the most is the greatest happiness in the world." Zong Zixiao looked at him, his eyes were as bright as stars in the sky, "I like my eldest brother the most, and my eldest brother also likes me the most, right? ?”
Zong Ziheng didn't notice Zong Zixiao's extraordinary seriousness. When he thought of what Chu Yingruo was thinking and doing behind his back when he said this, he shuddered.
"Brother?" Zong Zixiao pushed him, wanting a response, "Is it?"
Zong Ziheng said perfunctorily: "You're talking nonsense again, there are no brothers in the world who get married."
"It didn't exist in the past, so can't we have it in the future? Since we started, it has existed."
Zong Ziheng slowly lay down on the bed: "I'm tired, you can go back."
Zong Zixiao stared at his elder brother and murmured, "I'm serious."
"Yeah." Zong Ziheng still didn't take it to heart, his younger brother was arrogant and conceited since he was a child, and it wasn't the first time he said something whimsical.
Zong Zixiao pouted and snorted dissatisfiedly: "You haven't answered me yet, where did you sneak off to?"
"I wanted to leave the palace, but found that I couldn't, so I turned back."
"See Xu Zhinan?"
"Um."
"snort."
There was a sudden silence in the room.
After a long time, Zong Zixiao spoke in a very lonely voice: "Brother, why are you not getting close to me recently?"
Hearing this grievance, Zong Ziheng's heart softened. He looked at his younger brother who was sitting on the bed with his back facing him, thinking that this child had been awkward in the past, and he liked to point the back of his head at himself like this. From the small, fleshy back to the tall and straight figure of a young man, in a few years, he will grow into a man's skeleton, maybe even taller than himself, and he will no longer be the younger brother who relies on him everywhere.
Why does time pass so fast? Life is like a shooting star, passing through the eternal night without nostalgia.
Zong Ziheng softened his voice, and comforted him: "Brother feels uncomfortable, it will take some time, and it's not because he has a relationship with you."
"I know you are uncomfortable, so I will accompany you." Zong Zixiao turned around and said sadly, "I regret it very much. I should not have let you take me out of the palace in the first place, so that we would not pass through Gutuo Town. , you won’t be involved in so much right and wrong.”
These words directly poked Zong Ziheng's heart. Thinking back on everything that happened in the past four years, if he could do it all over again, what would he choose? Originally, he was supposed to participate in the last Flood Dragon Club, successfully won the championship, won the appreciation of his father, and made his mother get what she wanted, then everything in the future will not happen.
Yeah? is that so
No. Chen Xingyong and Lu Zhaofeng would still kill the monks, his uncle would still die, and his biological father might use other means to obtain his golden elixir. Nothing has changed, but he will be kept in the dark, so he would rather wake up earlier.
Zong Ziheng closed his eyes, unable to control the fear seeping into his limbs and bones.
Even at this moment, he still didn't dare, didn't want to believe it. He made all kinds of excuses, but he just couldn't accept that his biological father wanted to dig his golden core.
Even if he comes from a bad background, even if he is not loved, they are father and son after all.
Zong Zixiao saw his elder brother lost his mind again, and immediately regretted what he said: "Brother, rest, I will come to accompany you tomorrow morning." He reluctantly got up and walked towards the door.
"Xiao Jiu."
Zong Zixiao turned his head.
Zong Ziheng said firmly: "No matter what happens, you are my younger brother, and you are my eldest brother's favorite person."
The eldest son Xiao smiled happily: "Yes, I know."
No matter what happens, Big Brother will definitely protect you.