Chapter 630 When father and son meet, the boat will always arrive at the shore
It is said that Bubai and Zhu Wudao are dead, and suddenly feel a little sad...
The last sentence of the title has a lot of meaning. On the one hand, it refers to Ji Xiaomo's love for Wu Zhou, and on the other hand, it also refers to Wu Zhou and his son. There will always be a day when the family relationship can be restored.
Chapter 630: When father and son meet, the boat will always arrive at the shore
“It’s miserable, it’s too miserable”
Sikong looked at everything in front of him, with tears streaming down his face and infinite sadness. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but repeat: "It's miserable, it's too miserable, it's too miserable."
What leaped in front of us were thousands of corpses.
Kill all those with martial arts and above.
Wherever you looked, corpses and mutilated limbs were piled up all over the mountains and fields, and the blood dyed the area for hundreds of miles completely red, like a burning sea of hell.
Kill, kill, kill him until the sky is dark and the earth is dark.
Kill, kill, kill until his flesh and blood are shed.
The bones formed mounds, and the blood flowed. It was extremely cruel. Thousands of corpses were piled up in such a cold manner, as high as a mountain, and the blood flowing there was as much as the sea.
So much so that this kind of shock caused Sikong and his companions to fall into a daze and receive the most powerful spiritual impact, just like a storm sweeping across the country.
There are wounds everywhere, ruins everywhere, corpses everywhere, and blood everywhere.
Sikong shivered, his pale face couldn't hold back the tears, he knelt down and cried out sadly: "This is so tragic."
"In our soul cultivation world, thousands of years of prosperity and tens of thousands of years of foundation were all wiped out in one day."
Tens of thousands of years of peace and development foundation have created these thousands of years of prosperity, creating a heyday in the soul cultivation world.
But this heyday has only been around for a few hundred years, and it has already come to an end and entered the era of its greatest decline.
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"me……"
Sikong trembled and cried sadly: "We are right or wrong to join the war?"
Sikong never understood that whether he participated in the war or not would not affect the fate of these members of the Killing Zuo Alliance, nor could it affect the success or failure of Zuo Wuzhou. The only thing that affected was the success, failure, life and death of Luoshuang and others.
One of his comrades was killed in the battle, and the remaining comrade was choked with sobs but didn't know how to comfort him.
Really, it's too miserable.
Just as Sikong said, in this battle, the tens of thousands of years of foundation of the soul cultivation world were destroyed.
At its peak, Xia San San San had 80 to nearly 100 super saints. However, after this battle, there were almost no super saints left. Except for Luo Shuang and Sheng Xibei, there were only one percent left.
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At its peak, Xia Santian once had more than 10,000 Martial Saints. However, after this battle, more than 5,000 Martial Saints died under the crushing and killing of countless super saints like bulldozers. Looking at the world, the rest of Xia Santian
Martial Saint, Xu Shi only has four thousand left.
In this battle, about thirty super saints from the Killing Left Alliance were killed, and about five thousand martial saints were killed. Wu Zong and Wu Yu were even more numerous.
After one battle, the Killing Left Alliance was completely destroyed, with almost no one left alive.
Sikong shouted loudly, brewing great sadness
The consequences of this battle caused a great decline in the soul cultivation world. How many years will it take to recover? One thousand years? Two thousand years? Five thousand years? Even ten thousand years
In a nutshell, today's soul cultivation world is at its most degraded and fragile state ever, with more than 70% of its high-end military forces having been killed, and having been regressed by more than a thousand years.
The Killing Left Alliance gathers the world's heroes, gathers the world's talents, and is the strongest and most powerful sect in every sect.
Once they are all killed, it means that at least 80% of the elites and geniuses in the soul cultivation world, as well as the hope for the future, have been killed in one fell swoop.
With Sikong's benevolence, how could he not be heartbroken: "I can even see what will happen to our home here in the future when demon spirits invade and strife breaks out in the world."
No one can predict it.
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Stepping on the mountain, my eyes were fixed on Sikong's body in the distance for a long time.
Zuo Wuzhou slowly withdrew his gaze: "He is considered a good person. Unfortunately, soul monks are not born to be good people, and there are no pure good people."
A soul monk who is not good at using force is like a politician who is not good at using power. It is difficult to say whether he is pitiful or pathetic.
Slowly walking back, he suddenly felt something. He saw Sikong with red eyes and his companions rushing over, almost giving him a big gift: "Sikong asks Zuo Chaosheng for something."
"Say" Zuo Wuzhou looked at Sikong calmly.
Sikong miserably said: "I beg you, Zuo Chaosheng, to take action. Don't bring chaos to the world. When the demon spirits invade, I beg you to take action."
Sikong stared intently, showing sincerity and pleading: "Except for you, no one can stop the chaos in the world, and no one can stop the invasion of demon spirits."
When Zuo Wuzhou held Gu Dingtian's head and Shi Shiran returned, he was destined to be invincible for the next three days and the strongest for the next three days.
If Zuo Wuzhou can compete with the six super saints and even kill the six super saints, then the invasion of demon souls is not a problem at all, and the chaos in the world may not be able to be suppressed.
The premise is that Zuo Wuzhou is willing to take action
After pondering for a while, Zuo Wuzhou nodded and said, "If the demon spirits invade, I will take action. Whether the world is in chaos or not is none of my business."
Sikong was stunned
Zuo Wuzhou walked back slowly, and said in a fluttering voice: "I don't ask about people and affairs in the world. Someone will ask about it. I think you are a good person, so I give you these reassuring words."
Sikong took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Zuo Wuzhou's back: "Thank you very much, Zuo Chaosheng, for saving the world."
"Save the world? When did I become so great?"
Zuo Wuzhou walked back with a smile. When he saw the corpses, his smile faded, leaving only sighs and heaviness: "They came all the way to fight for me and died here. We must not let them down. We must treat them well." Their relatives."
Looking back, Zuo Wuzhou felt a ray of sadness: "If you lose your twins, cremate them, and I will personally send them home. They fought for me and died because of me. I must do something for them."
"It's the alliance leader" Luo Shuang choked with tears
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This is the battle that will determine the fate of the world.
One battle will determine the outcome, but countless people will die in the battle.
There were seventeen super saints and more than a thousand martial saints who came back with Zuo Wuzhou.
After the war, the only ones who survived were eight super saints including Luo Shuang and Sheng Xibei, and more than three hundred martial saints, all of whom were seriously or lightly injured.
The damage caused by the battle is unimaginable.
In fact, the battle situation was far more dangerous than imagined. Even among the hundreds of martial saints led by Nie Chaoye, more than 30% of them died in the battle, even if they joined the battle late.
In fact, it is a great luck to have eight super saints and more than three hundred martial saints survive.
To a large extent, it is precisely because each of the soul monks from No. 2 was killed in the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, and therefore is very proficient in survival and self-protection in chaotic battles. Because of this, there are these survivors.
If it were local people who lacked experience in fighting to the death and self-protection, they would probably all be killed.
In this battle, Zuo Wuzhou was against six or seven of the strongest Super Saints, which was very difficult. But after all, he was the most powerful and had many trump cards, so victory was almost inevitable.
On the contrary, it was Luoshuang and Nie Hui who fought the hardest and most dangerously.
Although Zuo Wuzhou is indifferent, he is not ruthless. These people are fighting for him and dying because of him, and he will never treat them lightly.
After pondering for a while, Zuo Wuzhou suddenly said: "Tell the survivors that no matter whether they want to leave or stay in the future, there will be adequate arrangements. For those who want to leave, it will not be too late to leave after they recover from their injuries."
"Have the trophies been collected?" Zuo Wuzhou looked back.
Luoshuang's arm was almost cut off, so he helplessly hung it up to recuperate and receive treatment: "The battlefield cleaning has been completed, and the spoils have been handed over to Ji Chaosheng."
"Well, sort the trophies into categories and distribute them to them when they leave." Zuo Wuzhou smiled: "I will ask Beidou to refine some more elixirs, and they can take them back and give them to their apprentices and future generations. Well, it is simply good for cultivation."
"Tell them to rest in peace and recuperate, and there is no need to rush anything."
Sheng Xibei sighed with emotion and bent down to salute: "On behalf of everyone, I would like to thank the leader for his kindness."
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After the war, there were naturally many things to deal with.
However, as Zuo Wuzhou said from the bottom of his heart, what does the world have to do with him?
From the moment Zhu Wudao and others died, Zuo Wuzhou was no longer willing to interfere with the affairs of the next three days. Therefore, he left many arrangements for the funeral to Wu Xi, Xiao Cao and others.
Throughout the next three days, there were few things worth Zuo Wuzhou's concern and concern.
Becoming the ruler of the world? Zuo Wuzhou has never thought about it, even though countless people seem to be excited about it, and even think that it is inevitable and logical for Zuo Wuzhou to replace Hun Tianzong and become the new ruler.
But if Zuo Wuzhou could take fame and fortune seriously, he would never achieve what he has achieved today.
In a nutshell, in his eyes and heart, apart from the soul path, there is no room for much else.
Everyone was busy coming and going, Zuo Wuzhou watched with cold eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or feel sad. He laughed at these people running around for fame and fortune, but felt sad at these people who gave up their souls.
After thinking about it carefully, Zuo Wuzhou laughed: "Actually, how am I qualified to treat them like this?"
"Everyone has his or her own choice and his or her own path. You don't have to think that your own scenery is beautiful just because others have to follow their own path to see your own scenery."
If you succeed in cultivation and then live a life of ease, wealth and honor, and enjoy it for the rest of your life, it might be a different way of life.
For the same thing, some people cry and others laugh, it depends on the person.
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Silently weeping, silently grieving.
Only then did Qingqing realize what it means for a man to not shed tears easily, but he has not yet reached the point of being sad.
Kneeling in front of the coffin, she sobbed softly: "Mom, I don't understand why you have to be so good-natured, why do you just..."
Qingqing showed resentment: "Mom, you said he is my father, but he has not come to see you for these few days. He...he..."
Sighing out in one breath, Qing Qing tilted her head fiercely, as if she didn't want Jun Wang to see her tears.
Qingqing, you have to be strong and be a good and determined man like your father.
"I don't want to be strong." Qingqing's tears welled up: "There is nothing good about being like him, he is just a cold and heartless person."
Qingqing, don't blame your parents. It's not that they don't miss you, it's just that your father doesn't know you are there. Don't ever blame them, okay.
Qingqing, you must always remember that your surname is Zuo, and your father is Zuo Wuzhou, a peerless hero.
Qingqing burst into tears, her handsome face filled with unspeakable sorrow and indignation.
Yes, he is an unparalleled hero, so what. He is just an unparalleled hero, not like a father at all.
"When I see him, I know that he is my father. But, mother, you don't know. When I see him, I will worship him, I will admire him, but I will not feel that it is my father in him. I can't find it. It feels like he is his son."
"He is a great hero, but he is too far away from me. He is not a father." Qingqing murmured in confusion.
So far away, Qingqing felt that he didn't look like his father. So far away, Qingqing felt that he was not his son. There was no sense of closeness or intimacy at all.
"I'm not a great hero. I'm a selfish person just like your mother."
A sound came from behind, Qingqing's whole body shook violently
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Zuo Wuzhou looked very calm.
Qingqing and Zuo Wuzhou are somewhat similar in appearance. Compared with Zuo Wuzhou's toughness and bravery, Qingqing has less experience in the world, and his appearance has inherited a softness from Ji Xiaomo, making him look handsome rather than heroic.
This was the first time Qingqing saw his father up close.
If it weren't for the fact that soul monks tend to have long lifespans and youthful looks, Qing Qing would really find it hard to believe that this young man in front of him, who looks about the same age as him, could be his father.
The father and son, who had almost never met, looked at each other carefully.
Suddenly there was a son who was more than 200 years old standing in front of him. It felt very subtle and strange. Zuo Wuzhou never felt that he was very old. He had not yet given birth to children. Now that he had a son, it felt even weirder. Already.
Zuo Wuzhou held back the soft feeling that was touched in his heart, as if an extraordinary emotion was awakened from the deepest part of his heart.
Noticing Qing Qing's anger, Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "I only learned of your existence for the first time a few days ago. This is probably the real first time we have met. If you don't want to get close to me, it doesn't matter."
For a while, it was difficult for me to get close to a son who suddenly had no feelings at all, a son who I didn’t live with at all.
"But, you have to accept it, and you have to get close to your mother." Zuo Wuzhou slowed down his voice.
Qingqing and Ji Xiaomo have met before, and they were taken care of by Ji Xiaomo when they were children. However, after not being able to see his mother for more than two hundred years, Qingqing may not be without resentment, nor may he not have a weak family affection. .
Qingqing bulged his eyes, not sure if he was angry or indignant, but also had a hint of hidden resentment.
Yes, before I was ten years old, I ran around with my mother, but later on, I only saw her once every few decades. Is she still my mother? How could there be no resentment?
Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "She is your biological mother. She did something wrong before. She should not have left you to Jun Wang, but she knows that she missed your growth. You can hate her for a while, but you cannot hate her for the rest of your life. "
Qingqing remained silent and suddenly raised his head: "I don't hate you."
"But I don't love you either."
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Zuo Wuzhou frowned and smiled.
His son was treated differently. Judging from his words, it was not that he had no affection for Ji Xiaomo, but he just had resentment in his heart.
On the contrary, what Qingqing neither loves nor hates is his father.
In fact, Zuo Wuzhou should be lucky. If Jun Wang hadn't always talked to Qing Qing about his father, Ling Qing Qing would have had many fantasies about his father, most of which would have had no family affection at all.
Qingqing was undoubtedly a little uncomfortable and said angrily: "Why are you laughing?"
Shaking his head, Zuo Wuzhou said calmly: "When I knew you were here, it was actually hard for me to accept it." He raised his finger lightly and said, "Suddenly, a son as old as you is."
"You are already over two hundred years old. It is difficult for me to talk to you as a child." Zuo Wuzhou paused: "In this case, it is better to speak more clearly."
Looking at Qing Qing intently, Zuo Wuzhou's voice vibrated: "It doesn't matter whether you love me or hate me, whether you admit it or not. I am your father and you are my son."
"Frankly speaking, don't say you can't get close to me, and I can't get close to you. This is just the first time we've met and gotten along. It's hard for you to treat me as a father, and it's hard for me to treat you as a father. You are my son."
"No matter how much you are dissatisfied and resentful towards me." Zuo Wuzhou endured his temper and said slowly: "From today on, I will try to be a qualified father until..."
Turning around, he left a message: "Until there is no such barrier between us."
"Qingqing remember, your surname is Zuo, Zuo Wuzhou's Zuo"
Zuo Wuzhou strode out and looked at the sky, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.
Qingqing? Passionate
Zuo Wuzhou walked to Ji Xiaomo, who was secretly stroking her tears and feeling sad, put his arm around her shoulders and said lowly: "Don't be sad, give him some time, and give us some time."
"Now you can go in. I'm sure he won't ignore you anymore."
Ji Xiaomo showed infinite joy and hurriedly walked away. Zuo Wuzhou suddenly said: "Who gave the name Qingqing?"
Ji Xiaomo paused in his steps and said quietly without looking back: "I originally called him An'er."
A light boat will always reach the shore
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I personally carried Jun Wang's coffin and came to a place with great scenery.
Zuo Wuzhou looked at Qingqing and Ji Xiaomo and put down the coffin: "Come, let's go together."
His hands were immersed in the soil like shovels, digging out the soil bit by bit.
You forget, I am here to personally see you off on your last journey in this world.
Don't forget me
I will never forget you. Never.
One day, I will personally resurrect you, face to face, and return to you everything I owe you...
Ji Xiaomo and Qing Qing walked over silently and used their hands to dig out the burial place for Jun Wang.
Qingqing burst into tears. The family relationship of more than two hundred years was definitely not comparable to the weak family relationship between Zuo Wuzhou and Ji Xiaomo.
Zuo Wuzhou silently hid his grief in his heart, lifted the coffin with his own strength, and gently placed it in the pit: "I'll come. You just go aside."
Ji Xiaomo walked away silently with Qing Qing, and suddenly came back: "Actually... that day in the Tianjun Sect, the person who spent the night with you..."
Zuo Wuzhou stood up and shook his head slowly: "No need to say it, I already know it."
"You know?" Ji Xiaomo was surprised: "When did you know?"
"A few days ago, when you Wang Wang died." Zuo Wuzhou said calmly, unable to hide his sadness.
That year, that night, that woman.
From the time when Jun Wang fell, Zuo Wuzhou solved the mystery that had been buried for hundreds of years. The woman that night was definitely not Jun Wang.
He got drunk that night and stayed drunk for hundreds of years. It wasn't until Jun Wangshen died that Zuo Wuzhou woke up.
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A faint hint of bitterness rippled through my heart, causing an incomparable throbbing pain.
Perhaps, that night that night, Jun Wang already had the heart to bloom and wither. At least, when he was imprisoned, he must have had the ambition to seek benevolence.
These hundreds of years have been a unnecessary ordeal for a woman who pursues perfection and only wants to be perfect her whole life.
In particular, Ji Xiaomo also handed over Qing Qing to Jun Wang to raise him. Perhaps, in the past two hundred years of Qing Qing, Jun Wang had never had an easy time.
It's hard to imagine how it feels to have a son by your side, but it's from the person you love and your lover.
Flowers bloom and fade, joys and sorrows come and go, how can there be so much perfection.
Zuo Wuzhou fell into a trance.
At this moment, a bolt of thunder and lightning struck, suddenly, like a thunder and lightning bombardment, hitting Zuo Wuzhou.