Zong Le and Zong Yaoyao didn't speak for a long time, but after coming back to their senses, the two of them didn't regret it.

They are different from Zong Jin, and their feelings for the Zong family are not so deep.

Now that I have nothing left, I might as well find a way for myself first.

I heard that when I went north, I would pass through a place in Luzhou, where people love to drink. When the time comes, the two of them will go over there to sell wine, right?

Zong Jin was not hindered by anything, and easily returned to the Zong family.

There is no pretense for Mrs. Zong's death, but no one knows how she died. Miao Lan was nowhere to be found, and even the girl who was serving the old lady of the sect was gone.

The people in the entire Zhuangzi were panicked, and there was no one who presided over the overall situation.

After Zong Jin came back, the sixth master and the sixth lady came out to hug him and cried, and then shifted all their focus to Zong Jin.

Zong Jin, as the grandson of the young master, took over everything logically.

He used to be a young master who didn't know anything about the world, and only knew how to fight cocks and walk dogs, eat, drink and have fun. But after experiencing this experience, he has become much more mature and stable.

Mrs. Zong had been dead for a few days, and Zong Jin had chosen a good time to bury her, and then sent a message to the leaders of the Half Moon Hall to come to see him.

Now the Half Moon Hall is scattered, several dragon heads are dead, and several dragon heads have rebelled and set up their own doors.

The rest of them are all on the table.

But there are seven or eight people who can't be on the stage alone.

Everyone was summoned to the council hall by Zong Jin, and they thought that Zong Jin wanted to be held accountable or seize power, and they had already begun to calculate in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, the first thing Zong Jin said when he saw them was: "I am ready to surrender to the Great Qi court."

"What?" Someone didn't hold back and said angrily, "Twelfth Young Master, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know."

Zong Jin looked at him with a calm expression, "It's because I know that I made such a decision."

"Do you know who is in control of the sky now? It was Li Jingmo, the seventh prince of Great Qi. He has been a soldier since he was young, and he is a mountain cut on the border of Daqi."

"It's just a small city, and it's only a matter of time before he wants to take it. In order to avoid more senseless casualties in the future, I suggest that you surrender directly."

Zong Jin's words made everyone's faces complicated and difficult to distinguish, and some of them were short-tempered, and they slapped the table directly.

"Zong Jin, you disappeared for a whole month, and when you came back, you said that you would take us to surrender. Have you already rebelled to the side of Daqi, and now you are just trying to convince us. Are you worthy of the old lady like this? Is it worthy of her years of teaching?"

Zong Jin knew that it would be even more difficult for him to come back, so he was quite calm in his heart.

He looked at the other man and said, "I disappeared for a whole month because I was hunted down by my own people and was seriously injured. I didn't rebel to Daqi's side, I just sought truth from facts."

Zong Jin pointed to the people sitting at the bottom of the hall and asked, "Look at how many people we sat here a few months ago, and how many people are sitting now?" There are more than 20 young masters in our sect family, how many have survived now? Even some of those who were in infancy were brutally killed, what is the benefit of such a situation and the opposition of Great Qi?"

"Then you can't go to Daqi." The man said excitedly, "We have a blood feud with Great Qi."

Zong Jin said expressionlessly, "My brothers who were brutally murdered were all killed by those rebellious dragon heads in the Half Moon Hall."

One sentence silenced everyone.

"I don't have a surname Liu, my surname is Zong. I don't have the same grand ambition as the pre-restoration dynasty, I just want my parents and relatives to live well."

Zong Jin made a direct decision: "I summoned you here today, not to pull the flag again, but to inform everyone of the result. If you don't want to, you can go down the mountain and leave the Half Moon Hall immediately. If you stay, you will default to maintaining the same idea as my Zongjin."

Someone said "hey" and wanted to argue, but Zong Jin just got up and looked at him and turned to leave.

The main owner is gone, and there is no point in saying anything at this time.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but I don't know what to do for a while.

Until someone suddenly spoke: "His Zong Jin is the grandson of the Zong family, and his father is still the sixth master, instead of supporting this young master, it is better to support the sixth master."

These words seemed to open up new ideas for everyone, and many people's eyes suddenly lit up.

Someone hesitated and said, "But the sixth master looks at it, it's not as good as this Young Master Sun."

"What about that?" Others said, "Up to now, we are just eight immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers, and we will talk about what to do in the end."

The crowd made such a hasty decision.

After Zong Jin went back and told the sixth master and the sixth lady what he thought, the sixth master didn't say anything, but the sixth lady scolded him first.

said that he thought he could grow a little when he came back this time, but he didn't expect him to be so spineless, saying that he was cowardly, and that he had fallen into the prestige of his ancestors.

In the past, when the sixth lady said this, Zong Jin never took it to heart, he just regarded it as his mother's nagging.

But after saying these words today, he felt a sting in his heart.

Zong Jin looked at the sixth lady and said in a low voice: "Mother, do you have to fight? Do you have to compete with the Great Qi court? Do you have to die so many brothers and sisters to be willing?"

The sixth lady slapped her and knocked blood out of the corner of Zong Jin's mouth.

She stared at Zong Jin and said with hatred that iron is not made of steel, "If you want to change the dynasty, how can there be no bloodshed? You are a man who stands up to the sky, you are a manly man, how can you do it if you are afraid of trouble?"

"Who's got up and didn't kill a few people? There are so many people in the sect family, how many brothers and sisters do you have, and how many die?"

The words of the sixth lady made Zong Jin fall into an ice cellar, and his heart was cold.

He looked at his mother, and only felt that the familiar face in front of him seemed extremely strange at this time.

Zong Jin originally thought that his mother was very competitive, and wanted him to get ahead and wanted him to sell well in front of Mrs. Zong.

But he didn't expect that his mother's desire for power had reached such a point.

How many brothers and sisters, and how many die?

How could she say such a thing?

Zong Jin was annoyed, and couldn't help but shout loudly, "Then what does the Liu family's country have to do with me? My surname is Zong and not Liu, I just want to live a peaceful and stable life, can't I?"

The sixth lady slapped her again.

Her hands trembled angrily, but the coldness in her eyes let Zong Jin know that there was no possibility of changing her thoughts.

He and his mother had no need to continue talking.

Zong Jin shook his hand and left, and the sixth master of the sect hesitated and said, "I think what Jin'er said also makes sense, now that my mother is gone, and the Half Moon Hall is torn apart, there is no need for us to ......."

The sixth lady stared at him, and said with a fanatical look in her eyes: "You are the son of the old lady, you have half of her bloodline, and you are also the descendant of the Liu family. Since Jin'er doesn't want to, then you can take it."