Chapter 419 If there is love in the family, there must be tears
I am known as the dejected person who grew up in a single-parent family. I have seen my father secretly shed tears for me, and I have seen my father secretly and humbly begging for help for me. This chapter is dedicated to all book friends, so as not to forget your kindness.
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Chapter 419: Go home. If people have feelings, they will also have tears.
This emperor is a martial master, how can he withstand Zuo Wuzhou's roar.
He was so frightened that he was tongue-tied: "Sir, I, I"
The evil spirit was released. Zuo Wuzhou stopped talking nonsense, lifted the emperor and slammed it to the ground. He smashed it into a pile of rotten meat!
What's the matter with the emperor? If you kill him, you'll kill him. But for those who have witnessed the scene of the dead city, killing an emperor is no big deal.
The two warriors were furious on one side and dumbfounded on the other, moaning secretly.
They are extremely dissatisfied with the emperor's actions, but they will not kill people easily. It should be noted that this country and this place need the emperor to control it. If the emperor dies, there will be no guarantee that there will be some chaos. At this moment, the country
Chaos is undoubtedly a disaster.
Zuo Wuzhou looked around indifferently and looked at the two Wu Yu: "Leave it to you to deal with it."
"Let's go!" With a booming sound, Zuo Wuzhou took the lead in blasting the sky, and the energy penetrated the Changhong and broke through the air.
The two military officials smiled abnormally. At this time, it seemed that the only choice was to choose another emperor to stabilize the imperial power. The two looked at each other: "I will stay to deal with the aftermath, and you go back."
When Wu Yu returns to Shuangmu Sect, he will tell you what he saw and heard.
There was even a trace of blush on Mu Wu Sheng's old face. He clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay, good kill. If a mere emperor dies, he will die."
"I thought they had Martial Saints, but I didn't expect that there were so many Martial Saints." Mu Martial Saint's heart stirred up waves. He was secretly horrified: "At least five Martial Saints, it's really terrifying."
"These people kill the sect-level demons with ease. They seem to be really powerful people. Fortunately, I agreed to lend a way and sell my favor. Otherwise, with that person's fiery temper, I am afraid that if he takes it by force, the favor will be gone.
, it hurts harmony."
"But, where do they come from?" Mu Wusheng was puzzled.
After many times in the world, I am afraid that only the Jiutian Sect and the Thirty-three Earth Sect can have five martial saints. Besides, there are only casual cultivators. The origins of those who can have five martial saints at every turn are definitely not simple.
Using the map as a guide, Zuo Wuzhou and his party set off on their return journey again.
During the round trip, Zuo Wuzhou chose a route that was crowded with people in the city and killed all the enemies along the way.
On the way back, I saw a lot of killings along the way. Demons were raging and civilians were suffering. Not to mention Zuo Wuzhou, even Wu Xi and others gradually ran out of tears.
There was really too much bloodshed and too many horrific scenes along the way. The most miserable thing was undoubtedly a country in a certain place. The improper control of the soul palace in that country actually caused half of the country's imperial city to be slaughtered by demons. That was, more than
One million civilians.
When passing through the imperial city, the sky-high resentment made people feel the sorrow and anger. If you have not witnessed the hell on earth with your own eyes, you cannot taste the extreme anger in the world.
Zuo Wuzhou recalled Mu Wusheng's words. With his will, he couldn't help but feel a great chill and hatred in his heart. If only this one place in the Dharma Soul Realm existed, there would have been so many killings and deaths.
If the ninety-nine Dharma Soul Realms were added together, the total number of deaths and killings would be such a huge number.
Passing more than twenty days along the way, what the group saw, heard, and heard made them fall into the ice cave. I hope I never wake up and don't hear such tragic things again.
It was as if the entire world had been melted into a huge pool of blood, soaked in bloody water, waiting at a loss for the invasion of the demons.
If we talk about misfortune, nothing can be more miserable than this. In just a few years after the demonic invasion, a Dharma Soul World has lost at least tens of millions of people.
The amount of losses caused by this demonic invasion is really tragic. It may not be the most tragic in history, but it is definitely the most tragic in ten thousand years. It may even be the most tragic in a hundred thousand years, and the scale is also the largest.
Along the way back, Zuo Wuzhou and others slaughtered more than seventy demons one after another. Among them, only a few were of imperial level and above.
The heavenly demons wreaking havoc in the Dharma Soul Realm are generally at the emperor level and below, but if some imperial-level heavenly demons are added to them, this is exactly what all living beings cannot handle.
Demons are the common enemy of mankind.
There are constant natural disasters and constant violence.
Many civilians died at the hands of demons, but they also died at the hands of their peers. Just like the emperor, fearing that he would lose his life, he transferred all the soul monks back to the imperial city to guard them, thus ruining an entire city.
The common people of a place.
In fact, civilians are very important to devouring heavenly demons, and the benefits gained are extremely small. Even if one heavenly demon devours millions of civilians, it may not be as great as the benefit of devouring one martial warrior.
The demons passed by and slaughtered countless bloody corpses. They were just killing for the sake of killing and destroying for the sake of destruction.
Heavenly Demon-level soul-eating monks also want to become stronger. If a Zong-level Heavenly Demon devours dozens of martial arts masters, it may break through to the Saint level. At that time, it will shed its physical body again and transform into an "incarnate Heavenly Demon" again.
Seize the body and proceed to the next round of devouring and evolving.
If a Zong-level Heavenly Demon devours the Martial Emperor, it may evolve by swallowing a million souls. The more powerful the soul monk the Heavenly Demon devours, the easier it is to accumulate evolution.
Zuo Wuzhou and others hurried back along the way, seeing and hearing things along the way. His eyes were about to split, and his head was filled with anger.
The only consolation is that in the place where the demon passed through, even though many civilians died, there were also many civilians who retreated into the mountains and wilderness after losing their protection.
In this way, there is a slight degree of safety. Speaking of safety, it is only relative. In comparison, the demon mainly kills various densely populated places.
But that is a powerful demon.
Weak demons often choose the opportunity to devour the civilians who wander into the mountains and wilds. If they are caught by you, they will not be able to resist at all.
Even though Zuo Wuzhou and other Heaven-killing Demons are extremely efficient and knowledgeable, they still lack manpower.
The only thing that can be done is to clear out the demons within the range of spiritual thoughts. In such a sweep, the number of demons killed is actually not many. Compared with the raging demons, they are really small.
Zuo Wuzhou, who had never had any regrets, felt a trace of annoyance for the first time: "Maybe I should have brought Dou Wu."
But since one side has suffered the calamity of the demon, the other side cannot avoid it even if he thinks about it. As soon as Zuo Wuzhou thought in his heart, Li Xuan sank. On the contrary, Ji Tong comforted him: "You don't have to worry too much about Dou Wu.
You also know that we are brave and good at fighting."
"No matter how many demons there are, they can't withstand the number of soul cultivators. Moreover, the soul cultivators over here in Douwu are not as reserved and precious as the soul cultivators here. The soul cultivators here are unwilling to take medicine to improve, but it is different over Douwu.
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Zuo Wuzhou was suddenly enlightened and thought with a wry smile: "What Ji Tong said is true. The soul monks in my hometown seem to be more reserved and more valuable. Comparing Dou Wu over there with here, five martial saints will not suffer a loss for one."
The exchange of five for one is based on considerations such as quantity. In a life-and-death battle, even if you don't encounter super powerful people such as Zhu Wudao, two can be exchanged for one.
"It seems that sometimes quantity is not entirely a bad thing." Zuo Wuzhou said solemnly.
The number of heavenly demons who have become good this time is indeed much greater than many times recorded in history.
In the past millions of years, the invasions of heavenly demons often had no main goals. This time, it seems average at first glance, but in fact, the Soul Realm is the hardest hit area.
"I don't know much about the history of heavenly demons in my hometown. But at No. 2, the largest one, the number of magic soul-level heavenly demons was about tens of thousands. This time, there seemed to be much more than every time before.
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That time, with the bravery and fierceness of the soul teller No. 2, the demon still caused a large number of civilian casualties in the magic soul world.
It's embarrassing to say that there are ancient documents and hundreds of millions of books collected by Dou Wu. Zuo Wuzhou has a better understanding of the history of Dou Wu. After some reference, he knows that the scale of this demon invasion exceeds
.
Tens of thousands of Dharma Soul-level heavenly demons seem to be a lot. They are distributed in ninety-nine Dharma Soul Realms, so they cannot cause any trouble.
But in this wave, Zuo Wuzhou alone crossed twenty or thirty areas along the way and killed no less than a hundred demons on the way back. In other words, according to preliminary estimates, the number of people who invaded this time was more than ten.
Thousands of people.
"One hundred thousand little devils, if one hundred of them can only become saints, they can cause great destructive power."
The more Zuo Wuzhou thought about it, the more horrified he became.
There is a vague thought: "What if there are more than one hundred thousand demons?"
The strange crunching sound floated intermittently, and turned into miserable screams in the blink of an eye.
Zuo Wuzhou grabbed a king-level demon, channeled a little Yang Soul power, and killed the demon!
Seeing everyone killing the demons one by one, Zuo Wuzhou lost his thoughts and secretly sulked: "The Yin Hun mentality here has been lacking. Is it the fault of the Hun Tian Sect?"
If you have never been to No. 2, Zuo Wuzhou may not be able to compare. But once you have been to No. 2, Zuo Wuzhou will understand.
There is really no shortage of Yin Soul Mind Techniques on No. 2. Each of the four major super alliances has at least one set of Yin Soul Mind Techniques. Other casual cultivator alliances also have Yin Yang Soul Mind Techniques more or less. It's just not very complete.
The quality is also relatively average.
In a nutshell, it is relatively common for the Yin Hun mentality to be at No. 2.
No. 2, who has been fighting for millions of years, can still be passed down. There have never been many wars in my hometown. How could it be that only the Hun Tian Sect in the world has the Yin Hun Mind Technique.
If there is no "time and space beacon", Zuo Wuzhou may not have a clue. But knowing that the "time and space beacon" must be inspired by Yin and Yang souls, how can Zuo Wuzhou not be suspicious!
After killing the devil, Zuo Wuzhou took out the map and looked at it carefully. He showed a hint of joy: "We are almost there, we can't reveal our destination yet. Take a remote route." Take a remote route.
Soon they arrived at the border of Ronghe District. Zuo Wuzhou and others flew down and hurried on by foot. Even so, the speed was much faster than usual.
Zuo Wuzhou has already figured out that he will trick the Soul Tianzong once and show up again, so naturally he will not expose himself at this time.
We rushed all the way back. It didn't take too long, and we were already in sight of the imperial city of Xilin, Yan'an City.
Staring at the city that had not changed for decades, Zuo Wuzhou's emotions were surging, and it was difficult to restrain himself. He stared at the front, Wu Xi tightly hugged his second brother's arm. His body was actually trembling a little.
Youdao is more timid when you are close to the hometown.
He wanted to move forward, but there was a hot current rushing back and forth in his heart, and he couldn't move. Ji Tong seemed to understand and said softly: "It's better to rest here first."
"No, I took a deep breath and took a long breath. My hairs were blowing back and forth in the wind like wheat, falling down and standing up again. I felt that my heart was filled with joy and panic.
"Second brother, I'm afraid." There were already strands of tears hanging on Wu Xi's delicate face. There was some joy and some panic. She was so touching and at a loss.
"Second brother is also afraid." Zuo Wuzhou smiled bitterly. He tried his best to restrain his trembling legs. No matter how dangerous it was, it never made him so panicked and trembling. It happened at this time, and he couldn't help but feel that it was difficult to cope with it.
"I'm afraid I have to go home." Zuo Wuzhou gritted his teeth and looked at this place happily: "Let's go."
Ji Tong and others all showed a smile, thinking: "No matter how indifferent he is on weekdays, there will be times when he is like an ordinary person."
When a wanderer returns home, he is always timid and afraid.
Ji Tong said lightly: "Wear a mask.
"Oh, oh." Zuo Wuzhou hurriedly took out the phoenix mask. He gave it to Wu Xi and put it on himself.
Yasha suppressed his laughter and astonishment: "It's the other way around!" Yixi Wan looked at Xi Jiao and said, "Why is San more panicked than me? I should be the one wearing it."
The man and the woman wore each other's clothes backwards. Zuo Wuzhou quickly switched to the younger sister and smiled awkwardly. This smile was much more humane than usual.
Here, Zuo Wuzhou is not a murderer or a murderer, nor a martial sect or alliance leader, but a wanderer who has been away from his hometown for too many years.
There is no Wu Zong or Wu Sheng, he is just a poor and timid wanderer.
Laughing and making trouble relieved some of the tension. A line of hot tears flowed from the face under the mask, and he whispered: "My parents are here, so I won't travel far away. I am an unfilial son."
It has been decades since we said goodbye.
He has not returned home for decades, he has not been able to show his filial piety to his parents for decades, he has not repaid his parents for his kindness for decades. He is truly worthy of being a son of man.
"Maybe I am a so-called genius in cultivation. But I am not a good son, a good brother or a second brother."
Zuo Wuzhou calmed down and said sadly: "I have devoted myself to cultivation, and there have been gains and losses, and choices. I have gained cultivation, but I have lost the time to accompany my parents. But I have lost the time to be filial."
"How can I repay the kindness of my parents?"
While walking towards Ren'an City, Wu Xi suddenly said: "Second brother, look!"
Zuo Wuzhou took one look and his eyes immediately straightened.
On the old site of Zuojiazhuang, which has been moved, destroyed and rebuilt several times, a very large-scale village and castle have been rebuilt. It is vaguely visible. The mountains and buildings in the middle of the mountain are scattered.
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"Could it be that Zuojiazhuang has been rebuilt?" Zuo Wuzhou paused: "Go over and take a look."
He changed his direction and flew towards Zhuangzi. He arrived ten miles away. Zuo Wuzhou saw clearly. He shed two lines of pure tears: Little sister, we are home."
On the archway in front of Zhuangzi, there are three big characters - Zuojiazhuang.
Do you ever remember that your father happily put his child on his shoulders and had fun "on horseback" while your mother smiled brightly and was beaming with joy...
Do you ever remember that the father was laughing and touching the child's tender face with his stubble like an iron brush. The mother was making angry gestures to comfort the child who was hurt.
Do you ever remember that your father had a serious face and taught the child who had done something wrong. After waiting, the mother dragged the child to the corner with distress and softly comforted her heart with all-embracing maternal love.
Do you ever remember that while your father was smoking, he was facing the prospect of his child traveling far away. My mother was weeping beside her, sewing clothes, and remembering the joy of being pregnant for ten months.
No need to ask, no need to say, no need to describe. Parents' kindness is the most tolerant of children. It is even greater than the world.
Bit by bit, they are brewing in the heart, gathering together to form the hot current, drilling into the heart, flowing into the blood, and rolling into the top of the head.
His nose is sore and his eyes are red and tearful, but he is just like an underage child. In front of his parents, he is just a child who has never grown up, and he always needs care and protection.
It doesn’t matter what the day is. It doesn’t matter what the land is. If you want to cry, just cry cleanly, and cry as hard as you can. If a person has feelings, he will also have tears. If he even sheds his tears, then so will his feelings, and how can he tolerate them.
With the cultivation level of a group of people, even if it was broad daylight, it would be a simple matter to sneak into Zuojiazhuang without anyone noticing.
Turning around and sneaking into it, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were red, and he just wanted to see his parents right away. But suddenly you thought and was surprised: "Is there any Wuzong here?"
Wu Zong, who was hiding in Zuojiazhuang, seemed to be aware of it. He shuttled back and forth and appeared in front of everyone. Every time he moved, it was a Qingyi Wu Zong who could see the ten people in front of him at a glance (Songhu had turned into a cute little boy).
Lolita), her color suddenly changed.
The Wu Zong sensed this. His expression suddenly changed. He was secretly shocked. He could not detect the cultivation level of the ten people in this group. He was secretly on guard and said in a deep voice: "Who are you waiting to sneak into Zuojiazhuang? Are they friends or foes?
Tell me your name."
Zuo Wuzhou stared at this person for a long time, understood his intention, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly said: "Are you sent by Jun Wang? Come to get the token."
Wu Zong looked surprised and hesitated for a moment before taking out a white flower.
The small white flowers rustle in the cold wind. It reminds people of that one day in the past, a small white flower on the edge of the mountain cliff, just like today, struggled to bloom in the cold winter. Looking for a moment of brilliance.
How difficult it is to find a confidante. What's more, knowing each other, trusting each other, and just a promise can keep you company for decades. This can be said to be an unparalleled beauty.
Zuo Wuzhou felt a trace of gratitude and slowly took off his mask: "I am Zuo Wuzhou, my parents are still alive, please take me there."
Ping Wuzong looked like he had seen a ghost, and he drifted back. His expression changed with horror: "You are a human or a ghost. Didn't you already die in Yuhui Plain?"
If it weren't for Ping Wu Zong's courage, everyone would have believed that Zuo Wuzhou would definitely die. Yuhui had been sealed for hundreds of years, and once he entered it, there was no way he could come back alive.
A person who is bound to die in this way suddenly appears in front of his eyes, which is so terrifying that even the soul monk is frightened.
After coming back to his senses, Ping Wuzong was embarrassed and looked at Wu Xi who had taken off his mask. He finally recognized him and sighed with joy: "I didn't expect that you are still alive."
Ping Wuzong finally remembered and hurriedly led a group of people to a house. His voice was a little hesitant: "Zuo Wuyu, don't be anxious, I'm afraid your mother may not be able to survive."
Zuo Wuzhou and Wu Xi were shocked and rushed forward: "Quick!"
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, they soon arrived in front of the house. Zuo Wuzhou suppressed all sounds, and together with Wu Xi, suppressed their sadness and quietly entered the house.
At a glance, I saw my mother in front of the hospital bed and my father in front of the bed!
The tears of Zuo Wuzhou and Wu Xi could no longer be suppressed. They were gurgling. They rushed forward and knelt down, choking:
"Father, mother, the unfilial child has come home!"