Wu Changjie

The Wuji Palace was built on the mountain, and a hidden and luxurious palace was built in the mountain. Inside it was the Zong family's cave, which was guarded by a powerful barrier. No one could enter without the emperor's permission.

The cave is the lifeblood of a sect. Ordinary disciples have almost no chance to practice in the cave. The servants who serve in the cave have to pick out those ordinary people who have poor immortal roots and cannot form alchemy in this life.

Zong Zixiao doesn't have a deep memory of the Dongfu, because when he left the Wuji Palace, he was still a year old, and he was too young to go to the Dongfu for retreat. Snow.

When he came to the palace this time, Zong Zixiao thought of someone: "Where did uncle go?"

Although his uncle was his master, he went to retreat when he was very young, and he didn't even remember his uncle's appearance.

Zong Ziheng felt panicked in his heart, and said solemnly: "Uncle is no longer here."

"How did he die?" In fact, Zong Zixiao had expected it a long time ago. If the uncle was still alive, how could the Zong family not leave the customs due to such a big turmoil.

"……I have no idea."

"Why don't you know?" Zong Zixiao was not satisfied with this obviously concealed answer, "Uncle was the most powerful monk in the Zong family, and he died for no reason?"

The eldest son Heng tasted the bitterness in his heart, and said flatly: "I don't know, Father didn't tell me."

Zong Zixiao squinted a pair of dangerous fox eyes: "Could it be that uncle also died in your hands..."

"I didn't!" Zong Ziheng suddenly growled uncontrollably.He thought that his heart was numb from the pain, and he didn't want to be stabbed by the knife, and it would still bleed.In Zong Zixiao's heart, how unbearable is he, so that all evil deeds in the world are suspected of him? !

Zong Zixiao was slightly stunned, the resentment and pain in Zong Ziheng's eyes seemed to have been greatly wronged, which made him feel a little distressed, knowing that this person is not worthy or worthy, but he cares.But the more so, the more unwilling he was, and the more unforgiving his words were, he snorted coldly: "You have committed many crimes, so don't blame others for suspecting you."

Zong Ziheng was heartbroken, but he couldn't say anything.

"Okay, let's not mention this." Zong Zixiao hugged his elder brother's waist, and said in a magnanimous tone, "Today I came to enjoy the snow, so don't disappoint."——

The dance and music in the palace are peaceful, and the shengxiao is extravagant, which is a scene that has not been seen for many years.

Emperor Konghua didn't like noise, except for the New Year or entertaining guests, he almost never held a banquet, and even his own birthday was passed quietly. These ten years have been lonely and lonely.

Now the palace is full of delicacies and fine wines, and the beautiful musicians and dancers are performing hard, just for the pleasure of the superiors.

On the high couch, there were two people sitting and lying down, one was sipping fine wine comfortably, the other was expressionless, just sitting.

Zong Zixiao glanced at his elder brother, and said lazily, "Why are you so serious."

"This is Zong's cave, not a place for fun."

"Hehe, I have the final say on what to use here." Zong Zixiao obviously drank too much, his face was full of drunkenness.

Seeing that his eldest brother was still stern, Zong Zixiao drank the wine in the glass, threw the golden cup, and dragged him into his arms.

"Don't be here..." Zong Ziheng struggled in a panic.Zong Zixiao has become more and more unscrupulous, and he has to be so rude in front of so many people.

Zong Zixiao smiled lowly, arched his elder brother's cheek with the tip of his nose, and sniffed the quiet orchid fragrance in his skin: "What are you doing here? Are you here?"

"Let go of me." Zong Ziheng shouted in a low voice.

"Don't let it go. I'm bored enough these days, come here to have some fun, and you still have to keep a straight face." Zong Zixiao pinched his elder brother's soft cheeks, "Can't you have a good face."

"Don't get too far."

Zong Zixiao narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have to make an inch, or do you have to make an inch?"

Zong Ziheng remained silent, Zong Zixiao squeezed his chin and kissed him until he was out of breath before giving up.

The palace servants and dancers under the hall had a panoramic view of this absurd scene, but they didn't dare to show any strange expressions.

Zong Zixiao buried his face in his elder brother's chest, and murmured: "Did I find a bunch of trash? Why is there no improvement in alchemy?"

When mentioning alchemy, Zong Ziheng's body froze.

"This bunch of trash, I always want me not to worry, but today I blew up a pill furnace, and tomorrow I smelted the base material, and I haven't even touched the door." Zong Zixiao said angrily, "I really want to throw them all into the pill. In the furnace."

"It's only been practiced for two months, you really should be more patient." Zong Ziheng said indifferently, "It's not uncommon for a super elixir to fail after years or decades of refining."

"I can't wait that long. Don't think I don't know. They will definitely go to privately lobby various sects and unite against me."

"No one dares to confront you now." Zong Ziheng was a little frightened, he was afraid that Zong Zixiao would go on a killing spree.

"It will happen sooner or later, and I will let them know what will happen if you overestimate your capabilities." Zong Zixiao smiled sullenly, "Trash, a trash who overestimates his capabilities."

"Okay, you drank too much, take a rest." Zong Ziheng was afraid that he would act more presumptuously if he drank too much.

"What is this little wine?" Zong Zixiao hugged his elder brother's waist, rubbing his cheek against his chest back and forth, as if the most comfortable thing in the world was nothing more than that, he called softly, "Brother."

Zong Ziheng was very embarrassed, he couldn't get away at this time, and he couldn't cover so many eyes, even though these servants didn't dare to look at him, he seemed to hear how they despised him in their hearts.

Zong Zixiao took a panoramic view of his discomfort, and waved his hand to make everyone back off.

The dance and music stopped suddenly, and the servants filed out. The bustle just now was like a flash in the pan, and the inside of the palace suddenly became audible.

"It's so quiet, there's only eldest brother and me." Zong Zixiao kissed Zong Ziheng's lips, and said softly, "Sometimes, I feel that there are only you and me in this world, and other people and things are like dust and insignificant. You and me, it's true."

"Others are not insignificant, they are real people."

"Living and dead, what's the difference? If death is obedient, then it's better to die."

"You drank too much, stop talking."

Zong Zixiao stroked his elder brother's cheek, with deep desire in his eyes: "After the Chinese New Year, I will go to Kunlun to get the Bingling."

Zong Ziheng's breath stagnates.

"Whoever treats me positively and negatively, just take a good look at the fate of the Cangyu Sect."

"Don't mess around!"

"It's not that I didn't give Qi Mengsheng a chance, she's looking for death."

"Xu Zhinan will persuade her, she..."

"Hush—" Zong Zixiao pressed his slender fingers on his elder brother's limp lips, and said vaguely, "I don't like it, you have someone else's name on your lips."

Zong Ziheng was very worried. It seemed that Zong Zixiao was really going to attack Cang Yumen and make an example to others.

"Brother, do you know why I must refine this pill and break through the ninth heaven?" Zong Zixiao asked himself and answered, "Because, I want to be with you forever."