Zong Ziheng sat on the side of the bed dully, and hadn't said a word for a long time.
"Brother, are you cold?" Zong Zixiao wiped Zong Ziheng's shoulders with a cloth towel. Perhaps the force was a little heavier, and the cloth towel left a red mark on the smooth and white back.
Zong Zixiao paused for a moment, lightly flicked his fingertips on the tender pink texture a few times, then retracted his hand as if being scalded. He put Zong Ziheng's wet hair on his chest, and a long and slender snowy neck came into view. From the neck and shoulders to the back, there was a large piece of white flesh, like sweet and tender tofu, tempting to taste. This time he finally endured. I couldn't help blushing. He could only stagger his eyes and quickly wiped away the rain.
Zong Ziheng didn't know his younger brother's whims, he was like a marionette at this moment, with only a blank expression on his face at the mercy of others.
"Brother, if the flowers are gone, you can plant them again. I will accompany you to find flower seeds. We will build another orchid garden, which will be more and better than before."
"I don't know what happened to you and Concubine Shen. If it's because of me... I'll give you the Excalibur, and I will do what I said."
"I asked people to look at it. If there are any with a relatively complete root system, they will be planted in pots. Some of them will survive."
"Soaked in water." Zong Ziheng said softly, "I can't survive."
Zong Zixiao felt a pain in his heart: "Not necessarily, there are so many. I will accompany you to rebuild Orchid Garden, really."
Zong Ziheng slowly raised his face, his eyes had just rained, and the haze was still there: "Xiao Jiu, if Big Brother wants to take you away now, will you come with me?"
Zong Zixiao was stunned: "What?"
I want to leave Wuji Palace, leave Daimyo, and never come back.
Zong Ziheng was thinking in his heart, but he couldn't say it out.
At the moment when his orchid garden was destroyed, he felt more relief, the place where he was born and raised, even the last thing he was nostalgic for disappeared, he should have run away without looking back, went to the place where he belonged own life.
He will build the orchid garden in a place surrounded by mountains and rivers, where it is like spring all year round, so that his flowers don’t have to experience the pain of overwintering. They can watch the sunrise and sunset, the clouds roll and the clouds relax every day, and live a idyllic and wild life. I also want to travel around Kyushu to eliminate evil spirits and demons, and calm the people and chaos. Born into the world, asking about cultivating immortals, follow your heart.
"Brother, are you serious?" Zong Zixiao asked cautiously after he was stunned.
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath and showed a miserable smile.
But he can't go, unfortunately, hateful, sad, ridiculous, lamentable, he can't go.
His uncle, his second brother, and many people who have died and will suffer, are now a heavy burden on his shoulders. How can he be alone for the sins committed by his parents? If he can't stop them, even if he is in the sky, his heart will be imprisoned in this bottomless infinite palace.
"Brother, I'll go with you, as I said, I'm willing to go anywhere with you." Zong Zixiao put on clothes for his elder brother, "But wait a little longer, until I get the sword cast by Shennong. I've made up my mind, I'll give you the Excalibur, anyway, we are connected by blood, so you can use it, okay?"
Zong Ziheng's heart trembled suddenly. He suddenly thought of an opportunity to lure Lu Zhaofeng out.
Nowadays, the top-level weapons and magic weapons produced in the world of cultivating immortals must be cast with the blood of their masters. In this way, only the masters and their blood relatives can use these weapons and magic weapons, so as not to fall into the hands of outsiders. If Zongzixiao's blood was added to the sword-making process, Lu Zhaofeng would definitely come to snatch the sword. With Lu Zhaofeng's cultivation base, if he possessed both the divine sword and the mountain whip, no one in the world would be able to match him.
If Lu Zhaofeng can be killed before it's too late, maybe the secret of Xiao Jiu's life experience can be kept.
Zong Ziheng grabbed his younger brother's wrist: "Brother doesn't want your sword, you deserve that sword."
Zong Zixiao showed hesitation on his face: "Brother, everything I said before was serious. I can give you everything. There should be no barrier between you and me, okay?"
Zong Ziheng stroked his younger brother's hair, and said softly: "No, elder brother only wants you to be well."
"I only want big brother." Zong Zixiao grabbed Zong Ziheng's hand and put it quietly on his heart.
"Xiao Jiu, you promise me one thing."
"you say."
"During this time, don't come to Qinghui Pavilion. If there is anything, I will go to Bailu Pavilion to find you, and then... stay away from my mother."
Zong Zixiao frowned: "Okay. Brother, if Concubine Shen punishes you again, you can come and live with me in Bailu Pavilion."
"No, you just need to take care of yourself." Zong Ziheng said sadly, "The murderer who killed your second brother has not been caught yet. Everything you eat and drink must be tested for poison first, understand."
"Well, take it easy."—
The eldest son Heng wrote a secret letter to Xu Zhinan, which was sealed with spiritual power. In the letter, he asked to use the power of Chunyang Sect and Cangyumen to kill Lu Zhaofeng. In return, he decided to fight for the crown prince. He fully understood that Xu Zhinan wanted him to be the crown prince, but he definitely didn't want Zong Minghe to become the crown prince after decades of death. He's fate is that he fulfilled his last filial piety and righteousness. Only by becoming the emperor can he stop his parents, try his best to repay the sins they committed, and seal the mouths of Xu Zhinan and Qi Mengsheng, so that Zong Zixiao will always be Zong Tianzi's ninth prince, not a thief born of adultery wild species.
All the crises, only when he becomes the emperor, it seems possible to turn the crisis into safety.
After sending the letter away, he found Shen Shiyao and said expressionlessly, "Mother, I want you to promise me three things."
Shen Shiyao said calmly, "Say it."
"First, you are not allowed to go to Bailu Pavilion again. Second, you are not allowed to approach Xiao Jiu. Third, you are not allowed to make any more claims."
"go on."
"If you agree, I will meet with my father and ask him to make me the crown prince. Xiao Jiu is still young and has always listened to me. He will not argue with me. If you don't agree, or if I find out that your words and deeds are inconsistent, I will You will be locked up in the Qinghui Pavilion, and you will not be allowed to leave unless your father or the empress summons you."
Shen Shiyao narrowed her eyes: "How dare you?"
"I dare." Zong Ziheng looked at his mother coldly, without anger, "You killed Zimo, I will never let you have any chance to do evil again."
Shen Shiyao snorted coldly: "When you beg Zong Minghe, he will pass on the throne to you? You overestimated him and underestimated Li Xiangtong."
"What if I can get the support of Pure Yang Sect and Cangyu Sect?"
Shen Shiyao's eyes lit up: "You mean..."
"Yes, there are Chunyang Sect and Cangyu Sect, which are enough for my father to check and balance the Wuliang Sect."
The expression on Shen Shiyao's face was unpredictable, joyful, proud, worried, hesitant, all of them.
After a while, she shook her head slightly: "No, no. Not now."
"..."
Shen Shiyao took a step forward, wanting to shake Zong Ziheng's hand, but he immediately took a step back. Shen Shiyao's complexion froze, and she said: "It is like adding wings to a tiger to have the help of Chunyang Sect and Cangyu Sect, but this is a double-edged sword. As much as Zong Minghe is afraid of the Li family, he will also be afraid of you. If you let him know If you recruit the two future masters of Chunyang Sect and Cangyu Sect now, it will definitely backfire, so before you become the crown prince, you must not reveal this truth."
"What should I do?"
Shen Shiyao smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes were full of ambition: "My son has not let mother down, and mother will not let you down either."
"you… "
"Heng'er, mother promises you." Shen Shiyao said sincerely, "I won't go to Bailu Pavilion again, and I won't see Xiaojiu either, so you can rest assured."
Zong Ziheng looked at her suspiciously.
"With the help of Pure Yang Sect and Cangyu Sect, the throne of Human Emperor will be yours sooner or later. Mother believes in you."
Zong Ziheng felt a little uneasy in his heart. He could no longer believe that this person who was supposed to be the closest person in the world, but he couldn't think of what else she could do for a while. After all, her cultivation was limited. When the precautions are strictly taken, it is almost impossible to find another chance to strike—
Before the summer, Zong Ziheng received the news that Xu Zhinan had prepared everything, and on this side, Zong Minghe had already made preparations for the sword casting, and he would leave for Kunlun in three days.
In order to activate the Shennong Ding, Zong Minghe collected the best materials from Kyushu, summoned a total of 100 high-level monks from daimyo and other sects, and invited the owner of the Giant Spirit Villa to come out of the mountain and cast the sword himself.
Juling Villa is famous in Kyushu for its ability to forge swords. All the famous swords in the world of cultivating immortals, except for those handed down from ancestors, are undoubtedly the best tempered by Juling Villa. In addition to swords, many weapons, magic weapons, and elixir They are good at all of them, and if a daughter of a famous family does not have an ancestral weapon, she must have a weapon from the Giant Spirit Villa.
The old owner of the giant spirit villa has gone to take care of his old age and entertain his grandchildren. He hasn't tempered his sword himself for many years, and only Emperor Zong can invite old owner Ran to come out of the mountain.
This journey of sword casting is huge, and it is already a grand event that has not been seen in the world of cultivating immortals for twenty or thirty years.
Although Zong Minghe had promised this sword to his youngest son many years ago, but his son's body was still alive, even outsiders were talking about this practice. One can imagine what Li Xiangtong and the Wuliang sect felt like.
Rumors that Zong Minghe wanted to make Zong Zixiao the crown prince circulated again inside and outside the Wuji Palace. Now that he had achieved great success, his legitimate son died unexpectedly. He loved Jiu Zi so much that he even used a Shennong tripod to cast a sword for him. It's hard to meet, and it seems to be a matter of course to succeed Zong Tianzi.
The more fierce the rumor spread, the more frightened Zong Ziheng became. Before leaving for Kunlun, he kept staring at Shen Shiyao, for fear that these words would fall into her ears, but Shen Shiyao really did what he said, and if it was not necessary, he would hardly step out of Qinghui Pavilion.
But he didn't relax his vigilance because Shen Shiyao was abnormally calm, which made him uneasy.