"Such a heavy rain. It seems to be ominous. Could it be that a storm is about to come?" Gu Yiyi has been aware of Zuo Wuzhou's terrible achievements in the past that shook the Ronghe area in the past few days. He was shocked, but he couldn't find it.
There is no boat left.
Just like a drop of water in a heavy rain, it gets mixed in and cannot be found. Gu Yiyi was anxious: "Brother Zuo, you must not come."
Liu Dongcheng frowned: "The rain came so suddenly and violently, it seems a bit like..."
Gu Yiyi silently lamented: "This Yu'er is not exactly like Brother Zuo, he is extremely violent and infinitely tough!"
Liudongcheng felt unhappy with his own thoughts, he fluttered his sleeves, and the heavy rain rolled back to both sides. However, the rain was continuous and endless. It rolled up one piece and sprinkled another piece, so he had no choice but to say: "Thousands of thunders fell,
The rain comes like thousands of peaks."
What a sudden summer rain.
In the Chongyun Palace, the gathering of husbands and wives in the past is going on.
It's hard to tell whether the sound of the rainstorm was too loud or whether everyone's voices were too weak. They were confused and confused, making it difficult to distinguish one from another.
The Husband's Association is an interest meeting of the nine major countries in a region. It has a relatively equal relationship with each other. It is actually different from the Grand Master's Association. Therefore, the main method of the Husband's Association is to compete in the hall, which is not as chaotic as the Grand Master's Association.
The Husband Association is a three-level competition, one is the Martial Lord, the other is the Martial Lord, and the other is the Martial Emperor. The Husband Association is often more naked, and it is nothing more than force that determines the division of interests. Whoever wins the game and has the highest rank can take the prize.
The greatest benefit.
The eight major countries each led twenty or thirty Martial Lords. Of course, this is not a game in the world. In the past, it was the Martial Lords' discussions and competitions. Poor Tansi, originally Jiuya's magic weapon to ensure victory in the Martial Lord-level competition, now
It doesn’t matter anymore.
Martial Lords are extremely important, just like in a small country, the number of ninth-grade can often determine the higher probability of giving birth to a Martial Lord. The more Martial Lords there are, the higher the chance of giving birth to a Martial Lord, which is often equal to a country's
The potential for continued dominance.
Therefore, the Martial Lord-level competition is often an extremely important link. This is because all countries have a clear understanding of the truth and understand that Martial Lord is the future and Martial Lord is the present.
The warriors fought continuously in the heavy rain, but this time, they did not receive much attention. Everyone looked somewhat dazed, looking outside the palace from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.
"Today I will meet my husband for a reunion. Will he come, and what unruly behavior will he do when he comes?"
Everyone has this thought in their hearts. Regardless of whether they are taking pleasure in others' misfortunes or whether they are filled with deep hatred, no one dares to look down on Zuo Wuzhou anymore.
A warrior who can defeat three great warriors and kill Wuman with dignity and dignity is worthy of the attention of every country. Especially. In the eyes of many people, Zuo Wuzhou is still an extremely bold, lawless and violent person.
Fire people.
"You deserve it, Chongyun. A good Martial Lord turned out to be such a quarrel. Otherwise, in tomorrow's battle between Martial Lords, Chongyun would have a great chance of winning."
Occasionally, someone would raise their head and look at the chief throne from the corner of their eyes, which was empty. There was no one on the nine cliffs.
Suddenly, a Wu Jun sang softly: "The clouds in the stream are just beginning to rise, the sun is sinking in the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full."
"heavy rain."
Braving the heavy rain, he climbed up and looked far away. Zuo Wuzhou carefully stretched his hands, stretched them vertically and diagonally, and stared for a while. He had to be grateful for the days in the Soul Academy. In the Soul Academy, he not only learned the basics of soul cultivation, but also
Poetry, arithmetic, and other subjects!
This is fifty miles outside Sanmiao City, and dozens of miles to the east, there is a dock. A winding and rushing river has flowed here for thousands of years. Along the river bank, there are rolling mountains and dense forests. It is summer again,
It's when it's most lush.
A handful of details that had been picked up long ago were used as calculation chips. He squatted on the slippery grass and made calculations for a while. Because of his family's business, he was proficient in arithmetic. Zuo Wuzhou laughed with satisfaction: "
Sure enough, more knowledge can always come in handy at critical times."
He watched the river for a while, then looked at Sanmiao City, calculating the distance in his mind. He pondered, and swept towards the other side of the mountain. He swept to a place where the bushes were denser, lifted off the bushes, drilled into a hole, and looked at the Yaksha inside.
He shouted to Xiao Qingchen: "The direction is right, let's continue."
Digging all the way down the mountainside until the river water poured into the place.
Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen complained greatly. This kind of digging holes was really not what Lord Wu should do.
Although Wu Jun's digging efficiency is beyond imagination, the feeling of working with mud and water is something that no Wu Jun or even Wu Zun has ever tried. Of course, Zuo Wuzhou doesn't care whether what he does matches Wu Jun's taste.
Identity, he has no concept of identity in his mind, only strength.
Complaints are complaints. Xiao Qingchen and Yaksha still know that this battle is no small matter. If they don't dig, they will die, but if they dig, they will die. This battle is equivalent to Zuo Wuzhou fighting several Martial Lords and several Martial Emperors alone.
Let's talk about Lord Wu. Even if Emperor Wu went there, it would be a narrow escape situation. They would never want to encounter such a situation in their lives, but Zuo Wuzhou took the initiative to ask for a fight.
Fortunately, the heavy rain continued and the river water level rose a lot. Therefore, when the excavated mud was filled into the river bottom, not much could be seen.
Yasha and Xiao Qingchen admired Zuo Wuzhou very much for being able to disregard his own safety. The various methods of survival in a cup made Wujun never think of the instructions. "For the sake of pride, Wujun would rather die standing than to die standing up."
I don't want to roll into the muddy water and die.
"You go ahead, I have to make some arrangements." Zuo Wuzhou frankly admitted that he did not completely trust him.
The only person who can trust the key to escape is yourself.
Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen have no objection!
After secretly arranging things for a while, Zuo Wuzhou cleaned up and returned: "Human and blood, are you ready?"
Yasha pointed his finger, and a Wu Zun on the ground who was almost exactly the same as Zuo Wuzhou was restrained and struggled desperately in fear.
"Okay." Zuo Wuzhou took matters into his own hands. After comparing his own appearance, he fixed the hair of this martial lord and changed into a set of identical black clothes before smiling with satisfaction.
After cultivating Renhui and regaining his energy, Zuo Wuzhou glanced at Xiao Qingchen and retreated far away consciously.
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were majestic and filled with sincerity: "Yaksha, thank you."
Yaksha immediately panicked and hurriedly returned the greeting.
"The reason why I helped you seize the body that day was to have one more helper to snatch the longevity pills from the major sects." Zuo Wuzhou said calmly and calmly: "So, you succeeded in seizing the body, and I have no good intentions.
"I know, I don't care if you don't obey me. You have helped me many times in the past two years, but I won't take it to heart." Zuo Wuzhou looked indifferent. Bending down was a big gift: "But this time, it is for
My family, I must pay you a courtesy."
Yasha was shocked. This was the first time he saw Zuo Wuzhou being so humble.
After pondering for a long time, Zuo Wuzhou was speechless. At first he thought he was going to win the elixir in the sect, but unexpectedly, the situation developed unexpectedly. The Husband Association turned out to be a place to win the treasure. The situation he had to deal with was ten times more difficult than expected.
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Zuo Wuzhou's fingertips moved slightly and said calmly: "When I go, I will almost be in a situation of death and no life. I expected it. I have to go for my mother's sake."
Yaksha was silent and respectful. The more he thought about it, the more he could not figure out Zuo Wuzhou. It was hard to predict that he was ruthless but also affectionate.
"This time, you don't have to accompany me to die. When I get the medicine, you can take it back to Xilin for me." Zuo Wuzhou endured his thoughts: "Take care of my family for me. Ten years. Only ten years.
"
"Whether I live or die, it only takes ten years."
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were dark and fierce. Yaksha sighed in his heart: "I promise you, don't say ten years, it can be twenty years. By the heavens above, I, Yaksha, promise Zuo Wuzhou to protect his family."
, if I break my promise, I will not die well.
Zuo Wuzhou felt a hint of joy: "Okay!"
"I will return your life soul fire to you!"
The act of returning the fire of life and soul is not as painful as Yasha thought, but it is extremely pleasurable. It is just like the feeling of a torn soul being healed together again.
Both life-stealing souls and life-returning souls need to be refined through the art of sending spirits, so in today's world, Zuo Wuzhou is the only one who can do it.
Yaksha once again enjoyed the feeling of having a complete life and soul. He was so happy that he immediately crossed his legs and started thinking. He suddenly had a strange look: "Huh?.
On the first day of operation, Yaksha realized that the power of his life soul was much stronger than before, and it was also much purer, containing some unspeakable things. When his life soul activated the fake soul again, his cultivation speed was unexpectedly high.
Twice as fast as usual.
Yasha was overjoyed and told Zuo Wuzhou about this strange phenomenon. Zuo Wuzhou was shocked and thought to himself: "Is it because this fire of life and soul has contaminated something special about me?"
Throwing away distracting thoughts, Zuo Wuzhou gathered his mind and explained carefully again: "If you have the opportunity, you might as well teach my younger brothers and sisters."
"If I go here, regardless of life or death, I may be angry or vent my anger in Liudong City." Zuo Wuzhou has pride, but he is also meticulous. In the past few days, he has thought of all the situations: "So,
After you come back, you must move quickly and then live in seclusion."
Thinking about it, he has arranged the arrangements for his family very well. On the contrary, he has arranged too little for Xilin. He pondered briefly: "If I kill Liudong City, you might as well become the king of Xilin for me. If not,
, please teach the little emperor of Xilin to be extra careful, to surrender when you need to, to endure when you need to, and to leave a way out for the country's subjugation if you have no choice but to do so."
Yasha was suddenly moved. Normally, he really couldn't see Zuo Wuzhou's many clever tricks.
"But teach me not to die. If Xilin is destroyed today, I will make a comeback one day. I will teach Xilin to make a comeback. Zuo Wuzhou sighed: "It seems that I may still implicate Xilin after all, so it's best not to."
The carefully thought-out methods of properly pacifying Wu have all been told one after another, and Yaksha has certainly kept them in mind.
Zuo Wuzhou's words were not finished yet. It was the first time in his life that he said a lot of nonsense: "I have a few good friends, Chen Zongzhi from Xilin, Dao Qi, and Xu Gaocheng from Huoyuan. If something happens to me, they will be affected.
, you’d better find them together and protect them.”
It's hard to say that Dao Qi has disappeared long ago. But Chen Zongzhi and Xu Gaocheng will definitely be affected. If something happens to him, the Chen family's past record is too bad, and it is estimated that they will never tolerate Chen Zongzhi. If something happens to him, Xu Gaocheng
The Xu family where they live will be besieged and avenged by the Huoyuan family, and it will be difficult to survive.
All these things need to be carefully arranged. He is alone in the soul cultivation world, but he is never alone because he has relatives and friends. Whether he is dead or alive, he must consider other people.
"If I die, please tell the Benxiang Sect on my behalf that it will be too late to repay the promise I owe them. But teach me that I will pay it back if I don't die."
After thinking about it carefully, Zuo Wuzhou realized that he had many cares. People have cares, so they have feelings. If there are no cares, then on the road of soul cultivation, it is inevitable that the human nature will be gradually worn away. It should be noted that the road of soul cultivation is the most lonely.
I don’t know how many people have gone crazy over it.
"Gu Yiyi, Zhang Dongtian, please say thank you to them for me!"
I thought about it for a moment. Zuo Wuzhou was full of words and couplets, but he couldn't say it out like a poisonous person. "Tell my parents that you can't fulfill your filial piety in this life, but I hope you can repay your kindness in the next life."
A lot of nonsense. In the past, people who didn’t like nonsense the most, but today there is so much nonsense.
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When Yaksha walked out, he felt a little lonely and desolate. But he felt a little sad in his heart: "It turns out that being sentimental and ruthless is just a thin line. Some people seem to be sentimental, but in fact they are ruthless. Some people seem to be ruthless, but they are more sentimental than everyone else.
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Just because you are ruthless does not necessarily mean you are truly heroic. Being considerate of your family does not necessarily mean you don’t have a husband.
There are many martial emperors and many martial lords. Yaksha is stunned. He thinks: "How can it be that he will survive nine deaths? It is obviously ten deaths and no life. He is clearly giving instructions for his future affairs."
The twenty-three-year-old Wu Jun is the greatest genius of all time. He has endless potential. But for the sake of his mother, he is willing to sacrifice his career and future.
Who could be so stupid? You should know that if you can endure it for a while, the sea and the sky will be brighter.
Yasha remembered that Zuo Wuzhou had said that Ji Xiaomo was an idiot, and he suddenly felt a little sour: "It turns out that he is an even bigger idiot."
You will be at the top of the mountain and have a panoramic view of the mountains.
In the heavy rain, the lonely black figure looked infinitely tragic. He knelt down towards the stream and forest, banged his head heavily on the muddy water, and his eyes were like iron: "Mom and Dad, this child is unfilial!"
He stood up again. Zuo Wuzhou's eyes trembled slightly, as if he could see through thousands of mountains and rivers. When he saw his family, when he saw them living and working in peace and contentment, he was filled with happiness and satisfaction.
He whispered to Feng Yu: "Brother, live well. Never too late or late. Practice well. No matter whether second brother is dead or alive this time, you will always grow up."
Feng Yu promised to send his thoughts into the hearts of his family.
He stood lonely in the heavy rain, motionless. He missed his father's cigarette stick, missed his mother's sweet cakes, missed his elder brother's abacus, missed Wuwan's honesty, and missed Wuxi's braid.
It rains heavily because the heavens are weeping.
There is a heavy rain in my heart, but why?
Suddenly, a gray-yellow living creature walked up the mountain in a panic, looking up at the lone figure on the top of the mountain. The living creature ran happily from the bottom of the mountain up the mountain. As it ran, it made a barking sound.
Braving the heavy rain, the gray-yellow living creature ran very fast and came to Zuo Wuzhou's feet. It was wagging its tail excitedly and barking.
"It's you, little thing. How did you get here?" Zuo Wuzhou was shocked. He squatted down and touched the little thing, which was much stronger than before. There was blood and some plaster all over the little thing's body. He stretched out his tongue to lick his face and
Hands, reach out your head and make out.
No one brought little things over. Zuo Wuzhou looked around, moved: "Did you come all the way here by yourself?"
This is really too amazing, and it would be hard for anyone to believe it. A low-level soul beast can actually be said to have traveled thousands of miles away to find its master automatically.
In fact, the little thing just ran away from Zuo's house and followed the path he took, chasing him all the way. He must have suffered a lot to be in such an embarrassing situation.
"I can't tell. You little thing is also so affectionate and wise. The little thing seemed to understand what he was talking about and jumped up and down excitedly.
Zuo Wuzhou laughed and patted its head: "Stay well, I'm going to do something dangerous, wait until I come back.
The lone shadow is still looking at the sky in the distance, but there is a golden dog accompanying it.
For a long time, the rainstorm did not stop. Zuo Wuzhou moved slowly, walking down the mountain, step by step, with determination as clear as steel.
Yasha and Xiao Qingchen waited quietly. Zuo Wuzhou did not look back or turn his face, and looked straight ahead: "Keep an eye on the little thing for me."
Yaksha caught the anxious little thing, and the little thing barked, injecting a sense of tragedy into this tragedy.
In the heavy rain, the back was extremely empty.
Zuo Wuzhou's color is like iron or rock, and he is full of emotion. Every bit of fighting spirit arises spontaneously, and he will never look back when he is determined.
Even if it means ten deaths and no life, it doesn't matter. Just because I have such courage, even if there are thousands of people, I will go.
Now, even if we are enemies of the world, so what.
The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Once a strong man leaves, he will never return.
It is still the battle between the sea and the sky, the blood is dark and yellow, the hair is spread and the song is long, and the wilderness is viewed. The water is flowing and the people are gone, and the moon is as white as frost one day.
God seems to be in a state of panic. The wind is like a mountain and the rain is like a river pouring down.
It was the first day of the Husbands' Meeting. In the palace, Pei Xian had a fierce battle with a martial lord. The raindrops seemed to have turned into the sharpest weapons under Pei Xian's hands, roaring like mountains to the sea.
"As expected, Pei Xian still wins. This environment is really advantageous." All the warrior kings lamented in their hearts that this environment is too suitable for the water element. If it is the earth element, it will be severely suppressed.
Pei Xian's punches and palms seemed to have caught up all the raindrops from the sky and the earth. It was like a roaring wave and it passed by in a half arc, with splashes of water flying along the way. It was really a beautiful scene.
But at this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.
Liudongcheng was the first to notice it. His expression changed, showing a hint of joy, and then he stood up and stared coldly at the entrance of the palace!
In an instant, Gu Yiyi and the other martial princes all realized something and looked at him in surprise and emotion: "It's him! He's finally here."
An extremely powerful aura was released without any cover with the power of the sky. It seemed to cover the heaven and the earth, making people forget the power of the rainstorm.
"I'm coming." There was a sonorous and cold voice. It was like a thunder in a heavy rain, full of fierce murderous intent!
The palace gate exploded with a roar, and a lonely young man in black appeared unhurriedly.
His momentum was full and reaching its peak. Every step he took made the earth tremble and tilt.