The inner prison of the Wuji Palace was set up by the ancestors of the Zong family, and it only detains the children and family members of the Zong family who violated the laws and regulations of the country, but now it has long been useless.
In the dusty dungeon, the musty smell is like a condensed cloud, covering every corner, being swallowed whole with every breath, making one feel chest tight and nauseated.
Zong Ziheng woke up in severe pain, and what he breathed into his nose and nose was the thick musty and bloody smell. He tried to get up, but even the trembling of a finger caused boundless pain.
When he decided to return to Wuji Palace to return to his life, he knew what was waiting for him, but he couldn't just walk away, he was sober and suffered the hundred lashes.
After being thrown into the inner prison, he fell into a coma and woke up several times, and he didn't know how long it had passed. When he was awake, he thought about Zong Zixiao, whether his Xiao Jiu had successfully escaped, how was his injury, and whether he was sad now. He loved his younger brother for fourteen years, lost everything overnight, and could only face the dangerous life alone in the future.
Can he take care of himself, will he practice diligently, what should he do when he is sad, will anyone know if he is hot or cold, will he... how do he think about himself.
Zong Ziheng recalled Zong Zixiao's expression when he said "hate" to him, and the pain pierced his heart for a moment, even covering the bloody whip marks on his back.
I don't know if they will meet again in this life, and if I have a chance to explain.
Perhaps, it is better not to see.
In the empty dungeon, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
The eldest son Heng could tell who it was by this movement. Enduring the pain, he tried his best to prop up his body, sat in a pile of messy blood, and looked at his father.
The father and son looked at each other across the iron fence, as if there was a moat in the middle.
After staring at each other for a long time, Zong Minghe said, "I have always regretted giving birth to you."
Zongzi Heng looked at him blankly.
"If you hadn't been born before my son-in-law, why would I owe Li Xiangtong? After all these years, I have been criticized by the Wuliang Sect from time to time."
Zong Ziheng sneered.
"But it's really not your fault." Zong Minghe said, "Sometimes I also feel that I have treated you poorly."
In the past, Zong Ziheng imagined that Zong Minghe would feel even the slightest bit of guilt towards him, but now that he heard it, there was no disturbance in his heart.
"Unfortunately, you are still not an obedient son who knows the times." Zong Minghe shook his head, "I thought about passing the throne to you, if you didn't let them go."
Zong Ziheng laughed mockingly: "Even if I didn't let them go, you wouldn't let me go." For Zong Minghe, there is something far more important than the crown prince, and that is to keep those secrets that can destroy the Zong family.
"Then why did you come back? For your mother?" Zong Minghe's eyes were deep: "So soft-hearted, who are you like? If you leave, with your ability, I'm afraid no one will be able to catch you."
"Now it doesn't matter whether you arrest me or not. Lu Zhaofeng has run away. If you killed Chu Yingruo, he will definitely reveal your true face to the world."
"He dare not." Zong Minghe said confidently.
"..."
"Because the bastard didn't run away with him, but his whereabouts are unknown, he must have thought that the bastard was captured by me, so he didn't dare to act rashly."
"What..." Zong Ziheng asked anxiously, "Where is Xiao Jiu?"
"I'll find him."
Zong Ziheng pondered for a moment: "No, you can't find him." Zong Zixiao is smart and well-cultivated, so he will definitely be able to escape.
Zong Minghe said angrily: "If you let him go, you will cause serious trouble in the future, you idiot who has more success than failure!"
Zong Ziheng sneered: "You will never find him."
Zong Minghe asked grimly: "When you were in the underground palace, you already knew Lu Zhaofeng's identity and everything. What are you planning for such a long time?"
"I'm not planning anything."
"No plan? Then how could Shen Shiyao know about that bastard's life experience, really think that those clumsy words can deceive me? You hurt him, but at the same time, you can't bear to save him. Your indecision is really ridiculous."
Zong Ziheng nodded slightly, and he also found it ridiculous. He raised his head and looked directly at his father: "I really can't let go of the brotherhood, how about you? When you dug your uncle's golden core, did you ever think that he is your own brother?" ?”
Zong Minghe was startled, his eyes began to dodge.
"Five years ago in Gutuo Town, when you ordered Yan Shu to dig out my pill, did you remember that I was your own son anyway?"
Zong Minghe's nose wrinkled, and a ferocious look flashed across his face: "Everything I have done is to protect my Zong family! There have been three generations of the Zong family, a full three generations! No one has broken through the eighth heaven! All forces Foolishly, the Zong family is becoming less and less important, if this continues, the ancestor's foundation will end in my hands!"
Zong Ziheng asked calmly: "You have committed a lot of evil, so you are not afraid of retribution."
"Retribution? I don't care about going to hell after death, or going to the animal realm in the afterlife!" Zong Minghe showed a distorted smile, "As long as I practice Mahayana, I will be able to turn my body into a fairy after I die, and escape the six realms of reincarnation!"
"Why do you think that you can get the Tao, just relying on the man-eating pill?"
"My elder brother's pill has already helped me break through the eighth heaven of the Zongxuan Sword. If it weren't for the miraculous effect of the human pill, how could it attract people to follow suit, and how could the pill-stealing magic cultivator be able to kill repeatedly." Zong Minghe Narrowing his eyes, "As a child of the Zong clan, this is the most useful way for him to show his loyalty to the clan."
Zong Ziheng gritted his teeth, Zong Minghe's cruelty and shamelessness made him feel murderous.
"It's the same for you." Zong Minghe let out a breath, and his voice suddenly became gentle, "Ziheng, do you know that your pill can help father reach the Mahayana stage."
"Your talent is mediocre, and you practiced this crooked way that destroys human nature the day after tomorrow, and you still want to become a fairy?" Zong Ziheng said angrily, "You are dreaming!"
"No, as long as you have your pill, it is really possible." Zong Minghe tremblingly said, "There is a legendary elixir that can transform the person who takes it and greatly increase their cultivation. .”
Zong Ziheng stared straight at his eyes.
"This elixir needs to be obtained from the golden elixir of a person who has the fate of an emperor, and is refined with the Shennong Cauldron." Zong Minghe's face exuded a chilling frenzy, "Although I respect the emperor, I am not born in heaven. Luo Shuiyu A can't make mistakes, it once calculated that only you, only you have the fate of emperor, and your pill is the ultimate emperor."
Zong Ziheng's hair was terrified, and his body subconsciously rubbed back. Zong Minghe's greedy eyes seemed to break through the iron bars in the next moment and eat him raw.
It turned out that his biological father had always coveted the golden pill in his stomach. No wonder he is the least favored, but he can get the most powerful monk in the Zong family as his teacher. No wonder Zong Minghe never gave him good swords and magic weapons, but the elixir and tonic that other princes should have are not short. No wonder Zong Minghe easily agreed to Xiao Jiu Using the Shennong tripod to cast a sword, no wonder...
The biological father who gave him life and raised him, from the beginning to the end, used him as a living tool to raise his pills, and has been planning to tear himself apart. Helped to the throne, but did not know that this is a dead end from the beginning.
Zong Ziheng couldn't tell whether he was in hell or the world now.
Zong Minghe took a deep breath and seemed to have calmed down. He stroked his clothes and said in a persuasive tone: "Ziheng, you and I are father and son after all. As long as you are honest and obedient, I will not kill you. The matter of Zimo , Shen Shiyao did it too, right? Just take one of your pills, and it will be worth the life of my son-in-law."
"You're crazy. Zong Minghe, you're crazy."
"Everything needed for alchemy with the Shennong Ding has been prepared, and we are about to set off for Kunlun." Zong Minghe looked into the eyes of the eldest son, and finally felt a little pity, "After the matter is completed, I will send you and Shen Shiyao out Daming, choose a place to settle down, and you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life. But if you spoil my business again, or talk nonsense, don't blame me for not showing any sympathy."
"You will die if you do many unrighteous actions, Zong Minghe, you will have retribution."
Zong Minghe took one last look at Zong Ziheng, as if he was looking at the fish on the chopping board, and then left with a flick of his sleeves.
Zong Ziheng couldn't support his body anymore, and fell to the ground, with bottomless despair in his empty eyes.
Inexplicably, he remembered a conversation they had five years ago when they were eliminating evil spirits in Gutuo Town. Zong Zixiao innocently said that they would not drink Mengpo soup after death, and that they would be brothers in the next life.
He knew that Zong Minghe would never let him live. I am afraid that he and Xiao Jiu will really see each other in the next life.
In the next life, in the next life, in the next life, they must remember each other and be brothers again.