After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

His mother placed her hands on his shoulders. The farewell should have been as heavy as a thousand-pound rock, but her tone was as gentle and peaceful as the clouds in the sky, and it fell into Zong Zhengzhuo's ears without a trace of oppression.

"Your eyes can see far into the future, right?"

"In the future, our Zongzheng clan will definitely be revived, right?"

Tears welled up in his scarlet eye sockets. Zong Zhengzhuo opened his mouth dumbly, but no sound came out.

He wanted to say no, but the god had cunningly covered his eyes, and he could only glimpse the intentionally leaked fragments through the occasional flash between his fingers.

He didn't know what Zong Zheng would be like in the future, and he couldn't predict it now...

"My son, you need to go out, live well, find your brother, and tell him not to blame himself."

His mother began to pull him forward madly. The fighting and spurting blood behind him seemed like a drama that had nothing to do with him.

"The disaster that befell our clan was not caused by him. There are many causes involved..."

The sound of weapons clashing was like the shattering of jade at Kunshan, pleasant to the ear but cruel.

"Don't live with hatred. Mother wants you all to be happy."

Deep in the woods, the mother stopped and gently wiped away the tears from his eyes.

"Be good and listen to me."

The string of reason had long been burned into ashes that scattered everywhere, and he was determined to turn back and live and die with his clan.

"My son... my son is obedient..."

The mother hugged him tightly, and this strong and beautiful woman finally shed tears of grief and reluctance.

A boy disguised as Zong Zhengzhuo emerged from behind the tree, pushed his back forward, and said urgently, "Take them away!"

Zong Zhengzhuo staggered a few steps, looking at the group of companions in front of him with his bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and suffocation in his chest, and the love in one glance was enough to last for ten thousand years.

He looked at his mother, at the boy who died in his place, and at his tribesmen who were fighting in front of him to delay time. His clenched fists were so tight that the knuckles turned cold and white.

"go!"

The words that came out of his dry voice were squeezed out from between his teeth. He endured the pain and persevered, fleeing with the future of the Zong Zheng family and a dozen young men and women in their prime.

The mother's eyes were filled with relief as she turned and rushed back to the battlefield, where she was wrapped in her horse's hide and finally died alongside her husband under a hail of arrows.

The boy disguised as Zong Zheng Zhuo fought bravely and was finally killed by a long sword.

The masked boy with bone Buddhist beads around his neck drew back the sharp sword that was already shining with a cold red light, bent down and ruthlessly grasped the boy's jaw.

The narrow eyes like an eagle swept across the boy's face like a precision instrument, then he threw him away with great force and stepped on the cold corpse in anger.

Like magma flowing beneath the surface, although his face was calm, his heart was already surging with heat and anger.

"Chase!"

Soon, dense footsteps were heard behind them. The fleeing crowd stopped as if they had agreed to do so, and said to Zong Zhengzhuo:

"sorry."

"We can only accompany you so far."

A group of people stopped and looked at him, his clear black eyes showing an unshakable determination to die bravely.

Zong Zhengzhuo wanted to cry, but he was so sad that he forgot how to let his tears fall.

He said nothing, but just put one hand on the hilt of the sword to express his determination and willingness to die.

Someone gently brushed his hand away, and smiled brilliantly as if he was playing in the bamboo forest in the past.

"I am unwilling to see Zong Zheng destroyed, so you must do your best to stay alive."

"By the way, go find your sister. If a person must rely on something to survive, I think she will be your pillar of support."

“Don’t be alone in the future… Ah, if you really do see your sister, please apologize to her for us. After all, I think our secret glances at her are still considered peeping… Ahhhh, I feel so ashamed when I think about it. This is not what a gentleman does…”

The man slapped his face in shame, then turned around with a firm expression, drew his sword with all the disciples, and instructed: "Finally, remember to pour a jar of good wine in the bamboo forest every year."

As the pursuers approached, the young boys and girls were brave and fearless, holding their swords high with firm and bright eyes.

After all, I can’t leave here.

They can't leave their homes and their people.

Don't go anywhere else even if you die.

Someone shouted loudly, veins popping out under the white skin of his neck: "Hey, don't let your parents down when you go down, kill the enemy with all your strength, we should be brave!"

Everyone responded: "We should kill the enemy with all our strength, we should be brave!"

They rushed towards the huge crowd of pursuers like a stone thrown into the water, inconspicuous and overestimating their own capabilities, but they caused violent ripples on the entire lake and bought Zong Zhengzhuo enough time to escape.

Many times, he wondered what the meaning of his survival was.

He completely forgot his mother's instructions and his companions' expectations, and only wanted to go back for revenge and die with his fellow tribesmen.

The little beast that had lost its tribe was covered in wounds and curled up in a damp, narrow cave. When it was mentally broken and wanted to go crazy countless times, a beam of light in its mind pierced through the chaotic fog and hit it squarely.

[Zong Zhengzhuo, I'm very happy that you have grown up well. ]

He suddenly opened his dark eyes, and his confused brain froze for a long time before he remembered whose voice it was.

The damaged tear glands slowly repaired themselves, and the fragile and struggling sobs gradually grew louder. With his back against the cold and rough stone wall, in the narrow and dark cave, he hugged his knees, bit his arms, and held back his tears.

……

After this baptism of blood, the Zong Zheng clan was destroyed, and no one else got a share of the spoils. King Chi Zhao was in a good mood.

Now there is only one Son of God in the world who controls the power of prophecy, and that is Chi Zhao’s Imperial Master.

No one cares about the blood and filth involved, but once a regime is imbued with a unique theocratic color, it means that Chi Zhao is chosen and given by heaven, and he is the only one who can be the ruler of the world.

King Chi Zhao imprisoned Zong Zhengyan not to ignore him, but to prevent someone from leaking the news and letting him hear about the extermination of the clan.

When Old Zhou was overjoyed and banged his head until it broke, he finally begged for Zong Zhengyan's freedom, but he didn't know that King Chi Zhao was just cleaning other people's mouths and was just about to release him.

It was a sunny day when Zong Zhengyan came out. His expression was the same as usual, gentle and elegant. He asked for a horse, and no one could stop him from leaving.

The guard was anxious and hurried to report to King Chi Zhao. The masked boy who was supposed to stand next to Messenger Yin Chen was standing next to the king.

"Quick, prepare the horse! I want to go with you, sir!"

King Chi Zhao looked panicked, fearing that something might happen to the Son of God.

Zhou Lao still had gauze wrapped around his head. He saw a group of people hurriedly leaving the palace and couldn't help wondering, "What happened again?"

While muttering, he still chased after someone and asked him.

It is not safe outside now. Yin Chen is fighting with Chi Zhao. When the soldiers saw Zong Zhengyan coming, they were stunned for a moment and then suddenly burst into thunderous cheers. Their high enthusiasm was like an everlasting flame.

Zong Zhengyan lifted his clothes and climbed up the city wall step by step.

He stood on the top of the city wall and looked down. Below, the Silver Dust soldiers wearing silver armor and preparing to attack inevitably lost their morale.

Even God is on Chi Zhao's side, so how can they win?

The breeze filled his sleeves, making his thin body look like a branch that might break at any time.

The whole audience dropped their voices at the same time, and countless pairs of complicated eyes looked at him.

"I am disappointed."

Chi Zhao three years ago was like a flower bud that broke through the soil and crushed the ice to grow tenaciously in the cold winter.

Unconsciously, Zong Zhengyan was looking forward to the blooming of this flower bud. He cultivated it with care and watered it carefully, but he never thought that Chi Zhao would look so ugly when it bloomed.

"The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency, but the way of man is different. It reduces the deficiency to serve the surplus."

The essence of human nature is to seize and plunder, and the greedy nature makes them use any means to achieve their goals.

He was disappointed.

King Chi Zhao approached cautiously, not caring about anything else, and gently comforted him: "Sir, please come down from the top of the city first."

A cold wind blew, and the bright sunny day was slowly covered by dark clouds.

Zong Zhengyan was unmoved, his fingers rested on the long sword at his waist, his eyes glaring:

"I know the way of heaven and the future. No one from the four countries is worthy of being the common ruler of the world."

The crowd, which was as quiet as a stagnant pool of water, suddenly became agitated and started talking non-stop.

King Chi Zhao felt uneasy and stopped him sternly: "Zong Zhengyan!"

"My people have died tragically, and heaven and earth mourn. There will be three days of heavy rain, three quarters of thunder, and the world will stop fighting for three years before the souls of my people can be suppressed!"

Every word shattered the sky. As soon as he finished speaking, it started to rain heavily, thunder roared, the sky and the earth were turned upside down, fog rose, and the lightning that flashed across the sky illuminated the dazed faces of everyone in the city and outside the city, which was a bit ridiculous.

"Today, I, Zong Zhengyan, say that God does not bless Chi Zhao!"

With a "swish" sound, even though heavy rain was pouring down, lightning and thunder were flashing, and the earth and sky were whistling, King Chi Zhao still heard clearly the short sound of the sword being drawn, which was filled with endless sorrow and anger.

At that moment, he seemed to be completely defeated. Even though he was firmly supported by others, he was still like a drifting log unable to find the other side.

Mr. Zhou, who rushed over in a hurry, suffered a cardiac arrest and lost his voice for a moment. The heavy rain blurred his vision, and he vaguely saw the young man holding a sword against his neck.

Zong Zhengyan turned around and glanced at the masked boy standing not far behind him, and said grimly: "I changed fate with my blood, and my clan's blood feud has finally been paid."

The strong wind caused the bone Buddhist beads around the boy's neck to shake violently, as if they were about to break without being able to withstand the bloody oath.

The masked boy's eyes were darker and deeper than the darkness of the rainstorm. He stared at Zong Zhengyan with a horrifying look.

Everything happened incredibly fast.

The long sword that had accompanied him through life and death in battles cut his neck, and Zong Zhengyan committed suicide on the top of the city wall. The splattering blood was carried by the wind and hit King Chi Zhao's face hard, staining the boy's mask red.

King Chi Zhao's heart shrank with a piercing pain in his pupils, and he watched helplessly as his master's body fell forward and fell off the city wall.

Countless soldiers at the bottom rushed forward, regardless of friend or foe, and stretched out their arms to catch the falling bodies.

At this moment, Chi Zhao’s national destiny was cut off.

The thunder roared like an angry dragon, each one more violent and brutal than the last. The rain hit the skin like cold, hard stones, causing excruciating pain.

Zong Zhengyan always felt that the gods were partial and never gave him the scenes he wanted to see.

For example, what are the tribesmen doing?

That day, the god suddenly felt pity for the child and allowed him to take a look at the future of his people. Half a quarter of an hour later, it was the future of the extinction of the people.

D.

He cried and laughed as if he had gone mad.

How can I pay for my sin, the sin of stepping out of my tribe and bringing disaster upon myself?

I will use my blood to change the destiny of heaven and the fate of the world. The blood feud of my clan will eventually be avenged.

It’s over. This messy and disgusting farce has ended.

After the weather cleared, Mr. Zhou, who learned everything, buried him on a high slope, facing south, which was the direction of his home.

At the age of seventeen, the boy was buried here, with flowers surrounding his tomb, forever looking at the bamboo forest in the south.

Old Zhou sat cross-legged in front of the tomb and talked nonstop. He said a lot, but in the end he couldn't help but cover his face and cry.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have persuaded you to leave with me."

He was distraught and ashamed. He had once vowed to take good care of the family, but now he had to end up sending the young off.

After drinking the poisoned wine, he vomited black blood and fell in front of the tomb, his cloudy eyes staring at the pure blue sky.

"I will personally go and apologize to your people..."

After three years of ups and downs, Boya finally stopped playing the qin.

After Mr. Zhou died, Chi Zhao lost two important officials within a few days.

With the farewell of Zong Zhengyan, the divine glory that enveloped Chi Zhao also completely dissipated.

The four countries started fighting again. They wanted to fight but did not dare to. When the Son of God died, he said that the world must stop fighting for three years. People were half-believing and half-doubting. They secretly observed the situation for a long time and found that Chi Zhao, who was the most capable of provoking trouble, did not move. So they had to give up in disappointment.

In fact, it was not that they could not fight, but Zong Zhengyan predicted that the war would not stop, but would only intensify, so he was buying time for the people of the world even at the last moment.

Earlier, when the Silver Dust messenger had met King Chi Zhao in a threatening manner and Zong Zhengyan had come uninvited, the masked boy had sensed a sense of disharmony but could not figure out what it was. By then, his illusion had already taken effect.

The illusion affected everyone present, creating a suggestion in their minds, greatly deepening their belief in the power of prophecy, that is, divine power.

Before committing suicide, every word Zong Zhengyan said at that moment reacted to the seeds of suggestion that had been planted. King Chi Zhao was afraid of divine punishment and did not dare to start a war. When the envoy went back and exaggerated the story to his monarch, the monarch naturally became afraid.

It's only three years, and it will pass in a flash.

Three years of peace came inexplicably, and the people beat drums and gongs and cried for joy, but no one knew that it was the chess game that was carefully set up by the deceased boy.

I, Zong Zhengyan, am not a good man. I have fought for Chi Zhao for three years, causing great suffering to the people. Now I will give all living beings three years of peace.

As the suggestion weakened, the awe gradually disappeared, and they began to test the waters, and just after three years, they once again launched a war without restraint.

Qing Xuan turned against them and stabbed Chi Zhao hard, then turned around and attacked Xuan Yue, who had the weakest national strength.

In front of the city gate, a young man in black armor was elegant and extraordinary, with a proud and cold look in his eyes. He said loudly: "The mysterious moon will not fall!"

Yin Chen is still full of hatred for Chi Zhao because he was almost drowned, and he fights with him again. At that time, the country was full of talented people.

Chi Zhao has General Tiance Ji Changzheng, Yin Chen has the new priest Shen Chaozhuo, Xuan Yue has Dingyuan Marquis Song Zhiyuan, and Qing Xuan has the Left Prime Minister Yu Zhixu.

In the late Han Dynasty, warring statesmen were engaged in war.

The era centered on Zong Zhengyan has come to an end. Perhaps it was absurd, or perhaps it was a pity, it all depends on what future generations will say.

Today, a new and swift wave has swept across the world, with a strong momentum and surging waves. No one knows that someone with a higher talent for prophecy than Zong Zhengyan is also among them.

Zong Zhengzhuo, also known as Shen Chaozhuo, survived.

As the situation changes and the winds and clouds rise again, a new group of young talents come onto the stage.

A new disaster is bound to come, several times more violent than the previous one.