The greatest tragedy in life should be that when you are in the clouds, when you are most proud of yourself, you are suddenly knocked into the mud.
Those who like sinister people will most likely do so when others are most proud, causing the enemy to lose all their pride and glory in one fell swoop.
Zuo Wuzhou was not a sinister person, but he couldn't bear the nonsense of these three things. It was when he couldn't bear it that he took action and drove these three things into the mud.
It takes a very strong nerve to endure the arrogant and inconsistent behavior of these three people.
The three of them, Bao Wuyu, probably didn't expect that compared with Emperor Wu, Wu Yu was indeed very powerful. But compared with Wu Zong, especially Wu Zong, who was as evil as Zuo Wuzhou, he became what they called "an ant."
When the three of them flew out, the proud mood lingered in their minds.
When the house was blown apart and fell to the ground, I realized that I had become an "ant" and I was frightened and frightened. It's hard to describe what I felt.
"Three incoherent idiots who don't know what to do."
Zuo Wuzhou, who had changed into a different look and aura, strode out, looking very indifferent.
It was really difficult for Zuo Wuzhou to understand the behaviors and psychology of these three people. He didn't even know what they wanted to say or what purpose they wanted to achieve.
"Mom doesn't want to see the dead bleeding, so I won't kill them today. It won't be too late to kill them when I get to the mountain." Zuo Wuzhou thought.
He said in a deep voice: "Meng Wu, arrest them."
"Yes, sir." Meng Wu's voice floated from the sky, and his breath flew over in an instant.
Not long after, Meng Wu caught the three people and returned. He threw them to the ground. Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and said, "Ask them what they want to say and what they want to do."
The heroes were shocked by the sudden appearance of a strong man, and Pei Xian and Bai Guan came forward to ask a few questions, dumbfounded.
In Zuo Wuzhou's view, Bao Wuyu and the other three were extremely confused and ignorant of their actions and words. In the final analysis, they could only say one thing!
The Diao Xing Sect wanted to abandon Ronghe District and send Ronghe District to die.
The purpose of sending three people here is to prevent the soul monks in Ronghe District from uniting. In the final analysis, it can be said in a nutshell: No matter what method is used, the purpose is to destroy Ronghe District.
With a very simple purpose, the three of them were proud of their new breakthrough for Wu Yu, and showed off their power in front of their own people in the Soul Palace. Not to mention facing a group of Soul monks whose cultivation was far inferior.
In fact, he wanted to show off his cultivation. However, the expression was not very clear, and it became something that Zuo Wuzhou could not understand.
Unexpectedly, before I had time to enjoy the feeling of being admired by others, I hit the iron plate.
"What is there to show off and be proud of in your cultivation?"
Zuo Wuzhou absolutely cannot understand the psychology of these three people. Cultivation is cultivation, whether it is self-protection or fighting. But there is nothing to show off or be proud of.
When you are with your friends, if your cultivation level is high enough, you can make your friends happy for you. But that is not about showing off and being proud. How about facing a bunch of enemies?
In fact, the thoughts of the three people are generally considered normal. It is inevitable for people to show off their pride. What's more, soul cultivation is not easy.
"I don't understand. Weird." If Zuo Wuzhou's inner voice were known to others, they would probably all vomit blood and die.
The three of them, Bao Wuyu, are just a small episode.
Zuo Wuzhou didn't pay much attention to this. If his mother didn't want to see the dead bleeding, these three people would have died long ago.
However, Zuo Wuzhou had no idea and spared the lives of these three people, but these three people were more miserable. They might as well have died cleanly.
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly flew out three Wu Yus, and there were also unfathomable subordinates like Meng Wu. The heroes of Zhijiao Ronghe were pounding in their hearts, especially the soul monks of Xuantian Sect and Xiang Kingdom, who were secretly grateful for this
Be restrained for a few days.
Zuo Wuzhou didn't care about the awe of the many soul monks, and pondered: "The current situation in Ronghe District is also due to me. Ronghe is my hometown. Since they are not enemies, then simply do something for my hometown.
Something."
After briefly asking about the discussion among the heroes, Xiaocao came up with her suggestion. Zuo Wuzhou lowered his head and said, "Just do what Xiaocao said."
"You don't have to talk nonsense, make a decision quickly." Zuo Wuzhou pondered for a long time: "I will send people to join you in destroying the demon."
The heroes were overjoyed.
Since Zuojiazhuang has shown such great strength, whether the heroes are willing or unwilling is secondary.
Details that had been wrangling for days in the past were finalized at a lightning speed.
After careful consideration by the heroes, Xiaocao's suggestion was indeed just right. It was indeed a fairer method to pool supplies and then make up for the losses of each country.
Under the advice of the heroes, the population was also included in the resources. In the battle to exterminate the demon, the population lost was shared equally among each other in proportion.
Xiaocao was very interested in leading this group of soul monks to fight and took the initiative to ask for a fight. Zuo Wuzhou thought about it for a while and nodded in agreement.
Zuo Wuzhou never expected that Xiaocao would gradually show surprising leadership and acumen in the process of leading the heroes to fight after leaving his protection for the first time.
Determined to participate in the battle to encircle and suppress the demon, Zuo Wuzhou simply sent out everyone around him, leaving only Beidou to continue to specialize in other areas.
Unexpectedly, it would be easier for a strong person to encircle and suppress the demon alone. If it were an organized encirclement and suppression, it would involve a lot more, especially the transmission of information.
In other districts and places, some specially made talismans have been distributed to the soul monks stationed in various places. If traces of the demon are found, the talisman can be used to remove them.
This is similar to the beacon tower's layer-by-layer transmission. Only then can we react in time and surround the demon.
Fortunately, the special talisman was of a low level, so Beidou could easily refine a batch of them.
When the monks Rong Hehun gathered together and prepared to encircle and suppress the demon.
Zuo Wuzhou was in front of his mother's grave, whispering some words and things to her mother. He stared blankly at the horizon. The coldness of winter dyed the world with a white color.
"Mom, do you think I should participate in the battle against the demon?" Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were filled with sadness.
The cold wind blew gently, and Zuo Rouzhou thought thoughtfully: "Mother, do you think I should go?"
"It should be.
Zuo Wuzhou said dumbly: "I am not a good person, and the world has nothing to do with me. But I am a human being after all, let alone killing the demon is good for me. I also understand the truth of death with cold lips and teeth."
"Then join the war." Zuo Wuzhou made the decision lightly: "The world has nothing to do with me. I am not a good person, and I don't want to be a good person with noble character like Shen Zi."
"The devil brings only destruction. It destroys not only the world, but also people and hope. It also destroys my path to the soul."
But even if you are still human, you know what to do. This is not a difficult decision.
Zuo Wuzhou laughed at himself: "Mom, if I talk about all kinds of great truths, don't say that you look down on me. Everyone in the world looks down on me, and I even look down on myself."
It would be ridiculous to tell Zuo Wuzhou that the world is for the public and that a great chivalrous person serves the country and the people.
"If I need a reason to join the war, let it be that I don't like the devil."
The cold wind seems to bring a little encouragement.
Zuo Wuzhou showed a smile: "Mom, we have agreed to participate in the war. But there is another thing that I have not decided yet, and it is difficult to decide."
"Should I go to Xunhun Tianzong and Yuan Yigu to take revenge at this time?"
Yes, shouldn’t it?
"Mom, you are a kind-hearted person. You don't know that Yuan Yigu had the intention to kidnap my little sister and Cao back then. Based on this, I will never let them go." Zuo Wuzhou's expression suddenly became serious.
If family members represent Zuo Wuzhou's humanity, no one knows if Zuo Wuzhou, who has gone to extremes in his soul path, will lose his humanity from now on if all his family members are lost.
It may not be difficult to kill people like crazy, but what is difficult is how to extract yourself from the pleasure of violence instead of continuing to indulge. That can only be done with the power of human nature
"The Hun Tian Sect has also done this. It is much more complicated than Yuan Yigu. In short, it is absolutely impossible for the Hun Tian Sect and I to coexist."
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were filled with emotion: "Mom, you don't know. Not only does the Soul Heaven Sect have an unspeakable hatred for me, but it is also an obstacle to my advancement in the Soul Path."
Yes, it shouldn’t be!
The breeze whines. There is no one in the wilderness and there is no sound, leaving only emptiness.
Reluctantly, like a child who cannot live without his mother, he went down the mountain and returned to Zuojiazhuang.
Passing by a training ground, they saw Bao Wuyu and three others being tied up and beaten and tortured.
That day, three people broke into the village and killed many servants. In the past few days, these three people were beaten violently by the angry servants and the Zuo family, and their image was miserable. Life was really worse than death.
As Wu Yu, he was actually held down and beaten by a group of servants. It was truly a tragedy. Bao Wuyu and the other three were extremely ashamed and angry. They all wanted to die, but they couldn't bear to bite their tongues.
Even though these three people were clamoring about how to deal with the Diao Xing Sect, their harsh words really attracted some people at first. However, Zuo Wuzhou and others were not moved by it at all, and the others gradually became more courageous.
Big.
"I forgot about them." Zuo Wuzhou glanced at them as he passed by. Then he remembered: "Yes, why not ask."
As he got closer, he saw that the man was being tortured in a very desolate manner. Zuo Wuzhou frowned secretly, then relaxed.
Zuo Wuzhou is a murderer, but he doesn't like torturing people. If he wants to kill, he just kills him with a knife and a punch. He only thinks that torturing the enemy is meaningless. When asked, he said: People are tortured to the point of death.
.At this time, I know that there is no wait and no words are endless.
"I saw that the martial arts auras of these three people were wavering. It was a new breakthrough. Sure enough, the three of them really were a new breakthrough, or they had taken medicine." Zuo Wuzhou confirmed his suspicion.
After asking a few more questions calmly, Zuo Wuzhou changed his face slightly.
Bao Wuyu and the others obviously didn't know much. But they at least knew that as the situation worsened, the number of the first batch of Emperors of the Diao Xing Sect to take pills was one hundred. Among them, sixty or seventy people successfully broke through and became martial emperors.
Royal.
After asking, Zuo Wuzhou killed the three of them with one knife, thus relieving them of their pain.
While walking back, he pondered: "The Diao Xing Sect is a declining sect. It can easily take out at least a hundred Martial Control Pills. It seems that it is still very different from what I thought."
The more he thought about it, the more moved Zuo Wuzhou was: "The Diao Xing Sect has hundreds of Martial Royal Pills, and I'm afraid there are also Martial Sect and even Martial Saint Pills."
"If there is even the Diao Xing Sect, what about the Hun Tian Sect."
The more clearly you think about it, the more awe-inspiring you become.
Zuo Wuzhou raised his forehead and said coldly: "How many Martial Saint Pills the Hun Tian Sect has collected for millions of years, and how many Martial Saints can be cultivated."
"No wonder when I came back, I vaguely felt that I had overlooked something. It turns out that what I ignored was the power of this elixir." Walking towards the inner village step by step, Zuo Wuzhou looked calm and solemn.
Basically, many of the soul monks in the No. 2 True Soul Realm took pills to break through. After breaking through the four super alliances, there were also a small number of Wuzong Wusheng Pills seized.
Even the people in the No. 2 True Soul World know how to store the elixirs so that they can be used when needed. So what about your hometown. It should be noted that the soul monks in your hometown are much stronger than the No. 2 soul monks.
How many elixirs have been refined in my hometown over the years? And how many have been stored away, waiting for the opportunity to be used again?
No wonder the number of martial saints in each sect is smaller than that of the No. 2 True Soul World, which has been fighting for years. There should not be palaces and other situations in the ten realms of collective powerful soul cultivators※
No wonder none of the martial saints Zuo Wuzhou met had achieved breakthroughs by taking pills.
Counting the numbers, Zuo Wuzhou took a deep breath of cold air.
Just the Wuyu Martial Sect, there are at least 200 sects in the world with Martial Saints in charge. The Jiutian Sect and the Thirty-three Earth Sect alone have at least nearly 200 Martial Saints.
Looking at the world like this, there are still five to six hundred Martial Saints. No more powerful than the Martial Saint No. 2, the Martial Saint here is much more powerful.
"When the time comes, use the Martial Saint Pill to create them." Zuo Wuzhou looked at the sky silently: "The three continents on No. 2 combined should have 3,000 Martial Saints. And if the treasured pills are taken here to create them, I'm afraid it may not be possible.
We cannot expand into thousands of martial saints overnight."
"Thousands of Martial Saints." Zuo Wuzhou pinched a piece of thin ice and crushed it into ice slag!
"I underestimated Huntian Sect. It seems that I did the right thing by hiding my identity temporarily."
While meditating, he returned to the courtyard.
Zuo Yidou was sitting on the stone bench, hunched over with his body bearing all the vicissitudes of life. He bit the brass cigarette rod and blew out a puff of smoke. He said dullly, "Nothing will happen to your sister."
"Daddy and sister are fine. I have arranged for someone to protect her." Zuo Wuzhou sat down and activated his soul power to expel the cold air for his father.
Zuo Yidou felt something changed. He waved his hand and said, "I never thought you would be as capable as you are now. I'm very happy, really happy."
Zuo Wuzhou nodded slightly, Zuo Yidou exhaled a puff of smoke and raised his face carved by time: "I didn't give you a good environment back then. At that time, I just thought, since the Soul Institute said you are very talented. I
I just thought, it would be great if you could be as powerful as the Lin family."
Lin family, Lin family! Zuo Wuzhou has almost forgotten, the family he killed when he was just starting out. Along the way, his hands were stained with blood, and suddenly he looked back. There was no one left alive to witness Zuo Wuzhou's journey of cultivation.
Zuo Yidou didn't know much about cultivation. He only knew that the Lin family, which was once dominant back then, was not as good as a single hair of his son.
The Lin family, which once ruined the Zuo family, now looks back and is truly inconspicuous.
"At that time, I originally wanted your eldest brother to take over the family business. Later, you joined me in the business. I thought you could take over."
A look of nostalgia appeared on Zuo Yidou's face. Indeed, for several years when he was young, Zuo Yidou thought his son was a good businessman.
Zuo Wuzhou smiled. He changed from a good businessman to a boring and cold person who only knew how to practice and didn't know how to socialize. His smile was sad.
Along the way in life, there are gains and losses. No one knows whether the gain was a big mistake. If he had not joined the Fengwei Sect, Zuo Wuzhou would have been an extremely successful grain merchant.
Without the Fengwei Sect for ten years, Zuo Wuzhou might have been no different from those domineering and proud geniuses. Without the benefits left by the two seniors Gu Zhong, Zuo Wuzhou might have sunk.
The cause and effect are so intertwined that it is difficult to distinguish. This may be the reason why people prefer to believe in fate, at least it is simple, at least it is comfort. They will not regret and be disappointed after losing, but comfort themselves by saying that it was destined.
When it comes to destiny, it is originally a miserable self-hypnosis.
Zuo Wuzhou has always used all his abilities to fight and fight. In his eyes, there is no destiny. There is only hard work and fighting spirit. If you can't win, it means you are not strong enough, and it is not the fault of some bullshit fate.
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Even if there are tigers and wolves in front of him, he must fight with all his strength every time without leaving any regrets. Because Zuo Wuzhou knows that he may die in any accident or in any battle.
Zuo Wuzhou said to himself: "I have been able to go through countless hardships and dangers, and living till now is definitely not destined to be some shit. I risked my life to get it."
Never give up, never give up. That’s what Zuo Wuzhou does, and that’s what people do.
Zuo Wuzhou is not noble, but he lives a straightforward life.
The left man puffed out another puff of smoke. It was misty in the smoke.
"I don't understand your cultivation, and I'm very happy that you are where you are now. If I leave, take good care of your younger brothers, sisters, and your elder brother." Zuo Yiyi's cloudy eyes in the smoke were crystal clear: "I'm sorry.
Your mother, I didn’t give your mother much peace of mind."
Zuo Yidou thought his son couldn't see, but Zuo Wuzhou actually could.
Zuo Yidou struggled to lift a box from his feet and placed it on the stone table: "This is what your mother left for you."
After saying that, he stooped his body and slowly picked up the brass cigarette rod and walked away from the smoke: "Live well, live with backbone, and live like a human being. If you want to beat him, then beat him."
shape."
Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were filled with tears, and he would never forget this moment. The hunched back of his father walking in the smoke.
The box is an old one that was used as a dowry by my mother. Some of the corners have lost paint and are stained with the color of time.
Zuo Wuzhou gently opened the box and burst into tears.
In the big box, there were children's clothes folded very neatly and cleanly. The little boy was very surprised. They were stacked in order from one to sixteen years old. Each piece of clothes recorded the son's growing up time and carried the burden of his life.
Boundless love.
There is also a long-life lock made of brass in the box. It was worn by Zuo Wuzhou when he was a child. At that time, the family business was just starting up and there was no gold to cast it.
The writing and patterns on the longevity lock have faded away in my mother's thoughts and caress.
Beside it, there were neatly folded new black clothes.
Each piece of the black clothes sewn by my mother is printed in the same mold, and there is still a festive red line on the cuffs.
Sixty-one black clothes, sixty-one years of care and longing. Mother's love knows no bounds.
The north wind is hunting, and thoughts come and go.
Zuo Wuzhou sobbed silently, tears streaming down his cheeks!