My Immortal Brother-in-law

Chapter 8 The escape route left by Wen Zhong

After the two mounts dismounted, Zhong Su lowered his head and looked at Wen Zhong.

"Zhongdi, no, now I should call you Marquis of Xichang, which means Grand Tutor.

Master Wen, what exactly are you doing here at my house? You must not just be here to play with me."

"of course not!"

After hearing what Zhong Suli said, Wen Zhong sighed, then waved his hand to signal his servants to stay away.

Then he walked up to Zhong Suli, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her into the bedroom while whispering.

"Brother, don't you really know why I'm here? Aren't you anxious now?

Uncle Zhong's body is still stuck in the evil land of Guifang. No matter what, Uncle Zhong's body must be retrieved!
Especially since I am the uncle's nephew and you are his biological son. We can't just wait for those guys in Xiqi to help us return Uncle Zhong's body!

That's so embarrassing!"

As they were talking, Wen Zhong and Zhong Su walked into the bedroom. They sat on the bed and set up a round table. Wen Zhong continued talking while tapping on the round table.

“Honestly, when I heard the news, I was terrified. Even if Uncle Zhong is not a Qigong practitioner, there are many extraordinary people among the 400,000 soldiers he led.

Such a lineup was actually killed by the mere barbarians of Guifang. I always feel that there is some conspiracy of Xiqi here.

In the past thirty years, since King Zhouli of Xibo came to power, Xiqi has won eight battles against the Guifang people. The results of the battles sent to the capital included nearly eight million heads and slaves of the Guifang people!

Why is it that Xiqi can kill Guifang as easily as killing a chicken, while our Great Shang is no match for it?
There must be something fishy going on here!"

Wen Zhong slammed the table, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction towards Xiqi.

Zhong Suli knew that this was not just Wen Zhong's idea, but that all the big businessmen of that era were dissatisfied with Xiqi.

Because Xiqi is not just strong in the current Zhou Wangli.

One hundred and eighty years ago, Xiqi was just a small country that was not even ranked among the 200 princes in the West.

But in the last two hundred years, Xiqi has had eight generations of wise kings. These eight wise kings have directly developed Xiqi from a small country to a level that is almost capable of resisting the Shang Dynasty.

Especially the current Zhou Wangli, although he is only the second son to the throne, he is ridiculously strong and is like a god in fighting against the Guifang!
It was also during the era of Ji Li that, because of his achievements in defeating Guifang, the then Emperor Wen Ding had to confer the title of Marquis of Xibo on Ji Li five years ago, making him the leader of the western princes.

The power of the Shang people grew and declined. As Xiqi became stronger, the land and slaves of the Shang people became less.

Therefore, all contemporary businessmen have some different views on Xiqi, and these views have even evolved to the point of approaching war.

There will inevitably be a war between Da Shang and Xiqi. This has become a foregone conclusion in the minds of contemporary businessmen and Xiqi people.

I just don't know when this war will start.

Zhong Su, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite the round table, listened to Wen Zhong's words and responded thoughtfully.

"Indeed, as my father's eldest and only son, I do have the obligation to bring back my father's remains.

If I can't do it, I will not only become a laughing stock in the court, but I will also be laughed at and talked about by the people in my own country."

Zhong Suli also learned this after reading the original owner's memory.

"only……."

Zhong Su shook his head slightly, then gave Wen Zhong a bitter smile.

"But Ah Zhong, the king is unlikely to send troops in the short term. Even if I ask for a fight, the king will not allow me."

"I know. Even my request for a fight was rejected by the king. It is certainly impossible for you, my brother, to be a mortal.

But this doesn't mean that you have to wait in despair!"

Wen Zhong interrupted Zhong Su's words and continued to speak to him with great anticipation.

"So isn't it that the second brother is here to help the eldest brother?"

He stretched his hand across the round table, grasped Zhong Su's hand tightly, and spoke word by word.

"Brother, you are a mortal now, so you are not favored by the king. In this case, why don't you find an opportunity to practice and cultivate your Qi?
I came to see my elder brother today because I want to take him to meet my master!

Our Jie Sect is the largest sect in the Great Wilderness, and my master is the direct descendant of the sect leader and the chief of the female fairies in the Jie Sect, the Venerable Golden Spirit Mother!

My master is very good to me. If I bring my elder brother to meet him, he will most likely accept me as his son.

How about it, big brother, come with me to Jin'ao Island!"

"Ah this..."

Wen Zhong's words really touched Zhong Su, especially for a time traveler like him. Who is the Golden Spirit Holy Mother? She is one of the four chiefs under the seat of Tongtian Sect Master, and the leader of the Five Holy Mothers of Jiejiao. Her Taoism is only slightly inferior to that of her eldest brother Duobao Daoist, and she is the leader of the female immortals of Jiejiao.

If he could really worship this female fairy as his teacher, not only would he have a beautiful master, but he could also at least be deified.

After all, the Golden Spirit Mother herself is the Dou Mu deity of Kan Palace, and all her disciples will be on the list of gods in the future.

but…….

Facing the eager Wen Zhong, Zhong Su shook his head firmly.

"Thank you, second brother, for considering me, but eldest brother... has other ideas."

"Brother, what else do you have to think about? That is my Jiejiao. There is no better sect in the world than my Jiejiao!
Big brother, you don't want to be my junior brother, right? You can't act on impulse!"

Wen Zhong suddenly became anxious, but Zhong Su just patted Wen Zhong's hand.

"I know that you have good intentions, and to be honest with you, I am determined to practice Qi cultivation.

Just... let's put it this way!"

Zhong Su thought about it, but finally decided not to say anything definite.

"Second brother, let me think about it for a while. Maybe I will figure it out after a while."

"this……."

After hearing Zhong Su's words, Wen Zhong nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that his elder brother had not yet gotten over the news of Grand Tutor Zhong's death.

"Well, big brother, I am waiting for your news at any time. If you have figured it out, I will take you back to Jin'ao Island immediately. Even if I am punished by Master to kneel, I will make you a member of the immortal family!

That’s all for today. I have to go back to practice, so I won’t disturb you anymore.

Big brother, you must figure it out as soon as possible!"

At this point, Wen Zhong bid farewell to Zhong Su, went out and took Mo Qilin to his own home next door.

After Wen Zhong left, Zhong Su sat there alone, thinking silently.

Zhong Su was really itching to follow Wen Zhong's suggestion. After all, it was a path that led directly to becoming an immortal, and it was an extremely reliable one.

but…….

Somehow.

Zhong Su always had an instinctive resentment towards becoming someone's disciple. Although the resentment was very light, it was very clear and Zhong Su could not help but care about it.

After all, this is the Great Wilderness, and the present era is the Age of Conferred Gods. If you become someone else's disciple at this time, you will most likely have to face the calamity for your master, or accompany your master into the calamity together.

Rather than embarking on a path to becoming an immortal that is destined to be restricted by the rules of heaven, Zhong Su now looks forward to new changes in his golden finger.

So he made up his mind that after tonight, he would go to Brother Kong Xuan to communicate his feelings.

No matter what, you must figure out the true usage of the golden finger in your heart.

If the golden finger can help me practice, then I won’t become a disciple, even if it’s a saint!

Since you already have the chance to become an immortal, why do you still have to listen to others and get involved in the inexplicable cause and effect of others?
To become an immortal is to be free and at least be able to be your own master!

And if the golden finger can't help me become an immortal, then I have to find a way out.

As for what this retreat is?
With my identity, I actually have quite a lot of ways out.

If becoming a disciple of Jiejiao with the help of Wen Zhong doesn't work, then Zhong Su can still make friends all over the world.

As long as you can get a reputation as a timely rain with wide friends before the war between Shang and Zhou, and then hang around Ji Chang, Ji Fa, Jiang Ziya and others.

As long as the reputation is loud enough, loud enough for everyone in the world to know about it.

Then with my seniority and bloodline, I could at least get a decent official position in the Heavenly Court, right?

After briefly sorting out his plan, Zhong Su fell asleep while muttering Kong Xuan in his mind.

At the same time, in Kong Xuan’s mansion.

Kong Xuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, then he threw off the quilt and sat up.

"What a ghost, why did I dream about that boy named Zhong!
Is there really some karmic connection between that guy and me?
But I’ve never felt that before!”

(End of this chapter)