Three days have passed.

"Such a torrential rain, it seems to be ominous. It's really stormy. Gu Yiyi said that he had already known the terrible achievements of Zuo Wuzhou in the past that shook the Ronghe Region, and he was shocked in vain, but he couldn't find Zuo Wuzhou.

It's like a drop of water in a rainstorm, mixed in and can't be found. Gu Yiyi was anxious: "Brother Zuo, you must not come." ”

Liu Dongcheng frowned: "This rain came so suddenly, so violent, it was a bit like ......"

Gu Yiyi silently mourned: "This rain is not exactly like Brother Zuo's person, extremely violent, and infinitely tenacious!"

Liudongcheng was unhappy with his association, and he brushed his sleeves heavily, and the torrential rain rolled down to both sides. However, the rain is continuous, it is really endless, rolled up and sprinkled again, so I have no choice but to help: "The thunder is falling, and the rain is coming." ”

What a sudden summer rain.

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In the Chongyun Palace, the first meeting of the Great Monarch is underway.

It's hard to say that the rainstorm is too loud, or everyone's voice is too weak, and the trance is a little confused, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The Maharaja Council is a meeting of the interests of the nine major powers in one region, and it is a relatively reciprocal relationship with each other, which is actually different from the Maharaja Council. Therefore, the main method of the Maharaja Society is to compete in the court, which is not as chaotic as the Maharaja Society.

The Great Monarch will be a third-order competition, one for the Martial Honor, one for the Martial Emperor, and the other for the Martial Emperor. The Maharaja will often be more **, which is nothing more than the division of interests determined by force. Whoever wins the highest number and grade will be able to pick the greatest benefit.

The eight great powers each led twenty or thirty martial venerables to come, of course, it was not a game world. The first said that it was the competition and competition of the martial artists. Poor Tan Si, it was originally a magic weapon for Jiuya to ensure that the martial arts level competition would win, but now it is not very good.

Wuzun is extremely important, just like in a small country, often the number of nine products can determine the probability of giving birth to Wuzun is higher. The more martial venerables there are, the higher the probability of giving birth to a martial monarch, which is often equal to a country's continued hegemony potential.

Therefore, the competition of the martial arts level is often an extremely important link. Because all countries have a deep view of the fire, they know that Wuzun is the future, and Wujun is the truth of the present.

The Martial Venerables fought continuously in the torrential rain, but this time, they did not receive much attention again. Everyone looked a little dazed, looking outside the palace from time to time, as if waiting for something.

"Today, I am the head of the Maharaja's meeting, will he come, and what will he do when he comes?"

Everyone keeps this in their hearts, whether it is schadenfreude or hatred is as deep as the sea, no one dares to underestimate Zuo Wuzhou anymore.

Being able to defeat the three great martial monarchs and crush the martial monarchs with their strength is worthy of every country's attention. Especially, in the eyes of many people, Zuo Wuzhou is still an unusually bold, lawless, and violent person.

"You deserve to be Chongyun, a good martial artist, and you actually turned your face against each other. Otherwise, in the battle of Wujun in the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't Chongyun have a great chance of winning. ”

Occasionally, someone has a head on his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he looks at the chief throne of the past year, the empty chief. No one from the Nine Cliffs participated.

Suddenly, a martial artist sang in a low voice: "The clouds are beginning to rise and sink into the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings." ”

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"It's raining heavily. ”

Braving the torrential rain, climbing high and looking into the distance, Zuo Wuzhou carefully stretched his hands, his hands were vertically obliquely at the mercy, and his eyes were fixed for a while. He had to be grateful to the Soul Academy, where he learned not only the foundation of soul cultivation, but also poetry and arithmetic!

Here is fifty miles outside the city of Sanmiao, and then dozens of miles to the east of the oblique outside, there is a wharf. A bending and rushing river that has flowed here for thousands of years. Along the banks of the river, there are rolling mountains and dense forests, and it is summer, which is the most dense time.

A handful of small knots that had already been folded were used as a calculation chip, squatting on the slippery grass, and arranging the calculation for a while. Back then, because of his family's business, he was more proficient in arithmetic, Zuo Wuzhou laughed with satisfaction: "Sure enough, more knowledge can always come in handy at a critical time." ”

Look at the river for a while, and then look at Sanmiao City, and calculate the distance in your heart. He groaned, swept towards the opposite side of the mountain, swept in a denser place than the shrubs, lifted off the bushes, and drilled into a hole, shouting to the Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen inside: "The direction is right, let's continue." ”

Dig down the hill until the river is poured back.

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Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen complained a lot, this kind of digging work is really not what Wu Jun should do.

Although Wu Jun was digging up with incredible efficiency, this kind of taste of being in the company of muddy water had never been tried by Wu Jun or even Wu Zun. Of course, Zuo Wuzhou didn't care about what he did, whether it matched Wujun's identity or not, he didn't have the concept of identity in his heart, only strength.

Complaints are complaints, Xiao Qingchen and Yasha still know that this battle is not trivial. If you don't dig it, you will die ten times and there will be no life, and if you dig it, you will die nine times and live a life. This battle is equivalent to Zuo Wuzhou fighting a number of martial monarchs and a number of martial emperors.

Talking about Wujun, that is, Emperor Wu goes, it is also a situation of nine deaths and one life. Even if they would never want to encounter such a situation in their lives, Zuo Wuzhou had to take the initiative to seek war.

Fortunately, the torrential rain continued, and the water level of the river rose a lot. Therefore, it is not much to see how much mud will be dug up from the bottom of the river.

Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen admired Zuo Wuzhou very much, and they could actually think of such an escape method regardless of their identity, which was really unthinkable to Wujun - you must know that many Wujun would rather die standing than roll into the muddy water to die for the sake of arrogance.

"Go ahead, I'll make some arrangements. Zuo Wuzhou frankly admitted that he was not completely trusting.

The key to whether you can escape or not, the only one who can believe in yourself is yourself.

Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen have no different intentions!

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After a while, Zuo Wuzhou washed it clean before sweeping back: "People and blood, are you ready?"

Yaksha pointed at him, and a martial artist on the ground who was almost exactly the same size as Zuo Wuzhou was restrained, and struggled desperately in horror.

"Good. Zuo Wuzhou took matters into his own hands, compared his own appearance, and made his hair for this Wuzun, changed into the same set of black clothes, and then smiled with satisfaction.

After practicing for a while and reinvigorating his spirit, Zuo Wuzhou glanced at it, and Xiao Qingchen consciously retreated.

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were majestic, and he held a trace of sincerity: "Yasha, thank you." ”

Yaksha panicked and hurriedly returned the salute.

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"When I said that I helped you to take the house, it was originally to have one more helper to snatch the elixir from the major sects. Zuo Wuzhou was calm, and his breath was not slow: "Therefore, if you succeed in taking away, I don't have good intentions." ”

"I know, if you don't obey me, I don't care. In the past two years, you have helped me many times, and I will not take it to heart. Zuo Wuzhou's expression was indifferent, and bending over was a big gift: "But this time, it's for my family, I have to bow to you to be gracious." ”

Yaksha was taken aback, this was the first time he had seen Zuo Wuzhou so humble.

After pondering for a long time, Zuo Wuzhou was dumbfounded. At the beginning, I thought that I was going to seize the pill in the sect, but who knew that the development of events was always unexpected, and the Maharaja Society became a place to seize treasures. The situation had to be dealt with ten times more difficult than expected.

Zuo Wuzhou's fingertips moved slightly, indifferently: "I'm going, it's almost a situation of ten deaths, and I expected it." For my mother, I have to go. ”

The Yaksha was silent, and he paid respect. The more you can't figure it out, the more ruthless you are, but it's really unpredictable.

"This time, you don't have to accompany me to die, when I get the medicine, you can bring 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'm alive or dead, it's only ten years. ”

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were dark and black, and there was a threat in the scorching. Yaksha sighed in his heart: "I promise you, don't say ten years, twenty years is fine. The heavens are above, and I, the Yakshas, promise to protect my family this time, and if I break my promise, I will not die well. ”

Zuo Wuzhou held back a hint of pleasure: "Okay!"

"I'll give you back the fire of your soul!"

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The practice of returning the fire of the soul is not as painful as Yaksha thought, but it is extremely pleasant. It's like a torn soul, healed together.

The life-snatching soul and the life-returning soul need to go through the refining of the parasitic technique, which is done by Zuo Wuzhou only today.

Yaksha regained the joy of having a complete life and soul, and was ecstatic, and immediately crossed his knees to run his mind, and suddenly had a different color: "Huh?"

As soon as it was put into operation, Yaksha realized that his life and soul power was much stronger than before, much more refined, and contained something indescribable. When his life soul re-activated the fake soul, his cultivation speed was twice as fast as usual.

The Yaksha was pleasantly surprised, and this anomaly came to the left. Zuo Wuzhou was taken aback and thought, "Could it be because this soul fire has contaminated me with some peculiarities?"

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Throwing away distracting thoughts, Zuo Wuzhou held back his mind and explained carefully: "If there is an opportunity, you might as well teach my younger brothers and sisters." ”

"If I go, whether I live or die, I may be angry when I talk about anger or go to Dongcheng. Zuo Wuzhou has pride, but he is not lacking in meticulousness, and after a few days, he really thought of everything: "So, after you rush back, you must move quickly and then live in seclusion." ”

Come to think of it, his placement of his family is really very good. On the contrary, the placement of Xilin was too little, and he groaned slightly: "If I kill Liudongcheng, you might as well be the lord of Xilin for me." If it doesn't work, teach the little emperor of Xilin to be more careful, give in when he should give in, endure when he should endure, and leave a way out for the country as a last resort. ”

Yaksha was suddenly moved, and he really couldn't see Zuo Wuzhou's many wisdom in ordinary times.

"But teach me not to die, it is said that the brook and forest are now dead, and I will have a comeback, and I will teach the brook and forest to rise again. Zuo Wuzhou sighed: "This time, it seems that I may still be implicated in Xilin, it is better not to." ”

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The methods of proper placement that I had thought of with great care had been told one after another, and the Yaksha had it in mind.

Zuo Wuzhou's words are not finished, it is the first time in his life to say so much nonsense: "I have a few good friends, Chen Zongzhi of Xilin, Daoqi, and Xu Gaocheng of Huoyuan. If anything happens to me, they will be affected, and you had better find them with you to protect them. ”

Daoqi is not very easy to say, and he has long since disappeared. But Chen Zongzhi and Xu Gaocheng will definitely be affected. If something happens to him, the Chen family's past record is too poor, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to tolerate Chen Zongzhi. If something happens to him, the Xu family where Xu Gaocheng is located will be besieged and avenged by the Huoyuan family, and it will be difficult to survive.

There are all kinds of things, and they all need to be carefully arranged. He was alone in the Soul Cultivation Realm, but he was never alone, because he had relatives and friends. Whether he is dead or alive, he must think about others.

"If I die, please inform this Xiangzong on my behalf that the promise I owe them is too late to repay. But teach me not to die, and I will pay it back. ”

Thinking about it carefully, Zuo Wuzhou realized that he had a lot of concerns, and people had concerns, so they had feelings. If there is no concern, then on the path of soul cultivation, it is inevitable that the person's surname will gradually be worn out. It must be known that the path of soul cultivation is the most lonely, and I don't know how many people have gone crazy for it.

"Gu Yiyi, Zhang Dongtian, and say a word to them for me, thank you!"

Thinking about it for a while, Zuo Wuzhou was full of words, but like the spout of a teapot, he couldn't say it.

"Tell my father and mother that I have not been able to fulfill my filial piety in this life, but I beg to repay my father and mother in the next life. ”

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"There is a lot of nonsense, and the people who used to dislike nonsense the most, but now there is so much nonsense. ”

When Yaksha walked out, he was a little lonely and a little nervous. There is some sadness in my heart: "It turns out that being ruthless is just a line." Some people seem to be affectionate, but in fact they are ruthless. Some people seem to be ruthless, but they win but everyone is affectionate. ”

It is ruthless who may not be a true hero, and the Gu family may not be a husband.

Many martial emperors, many martial monarchs. Yaksha was stunned and thought to himself: "How can it be nine deaths and one life, and it is clear that there are ten deaths and no life." He is clearly explaining what will happen to him. ”

The twenty-three-year-old Wu Jun is a genius on the first day of the past and present, and has endless potential. But for the sake of his mother, he was willing to bury his future and future.

Let's ask who would be so stupid, you must know, endure for a while, it is the sea and the sky.

Yaksha 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." ”

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It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

The black lonely shadow in the torrential rain, there was infinite tragedy, kneeling in the direction of the stream, his head slammed on the muddy water, his eyes were like iron: "Daddy, the child is not filial!"

When he got up again, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes trembled slightly, as if he had seen through thousands of mountains and rivers. Seeing his family and seeing them live and work in peace and contentment, he is full of happiness and contentment.

He whispered to the wind and rain: "Big brother, live well." No night, no night, cultivate hard, no matter whether the second brother is dead or alive this time, you will always grow up. ”

Wind and rain promised to send his heart into the hearts of his family.

He stood alone in the rainstorm, standing still. He misses his father's cigarette stick, misses the sweet cake made by his mother, misses his eldest brother's abacus, misses the generosity of the night, and misses the pigtails of the night.

There is a great storm in the sky, because the heavens are weeping.

There is a rainstorm in my heart, but why?

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Suddenly, a gray-yellow creature strode up the hill in embarrassment, looking up at the lonely shadow on the top of the mountain, and the creature happily ran up the hill from the bottom of the mountain. While running, he made a gurgling call.

Braving the torrential rain, the gray-yellow creatures galloped all the way, and actually came to Zuo Wuzhou's feet, wagging their tails excitedly and yelling.

"It's you, little thing, how did you get here. Zuo Wuzhou was taken aback, squatted down and touched the little thing that was much stronger than the original, the little thing had some blood and some plaster all over his body, and he excitedly stuck out his tongue to lick his face and hands, and stretched out his head to make love.

No one brought small things over, Zuo Wuzhou looked around and was moved: "Could it be that you came all the way by yourself?"

This is really too amazing, and it is hard for anyone to believe that a soul beast of low grade can be said to be an automatic master seeker for thousands of miles.

In fact, the little thing ran away from Zuo's house, following the road he walked all the way, chasing all the way. It's really a lot of hardship to be so embarrassed.

"I can't see that you little thing is so affectionate and righteous. The little thing seemed to understand what he was saying, and flew up and down excitedly.

Zuo Wuzhou smiled and patted its head: "Stay well, I'm going to do a dangerous thing, wait for me to come back." ”

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The lonely shadow was still looking at the sky, but there was a golden dog by his side.

For a long time, the torrential rain did not stop, Zuo Wuzhou moved slowly, walked down the mountain, step by step, and it was clearly as resolute as steel.

Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen waited quietly, Zuo Wuzhou didn't look back and didn't have a side face, his eyes looked straight ahead: "Take care of the little things for me." ”

The Yaksha grabbed the restless little thing, and the little thing screamed, injecting a poignant sense into this tragedy.

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In the rainstorm, the back is extremely empty.

Zuo Wuzhou's color is like iron, his heart is like a rock, and he is full of feelings. The slightest hint of war spirit was born, and there was no turning back from that resoluteness.

Even if there is no life, what does it matter. Just as I have such courage, it is that although there are tens of millions of people, I will go.

Here, even if it is the enemy of the world, what about it?

It is the wind and the water that is cold, and the strong man is gone.

It is also the blood of the sea and sky dragons, and the long song of the great wilderness. Yishui Xiao Xiao people also go, and the moon is as white as frost one day.

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The heavens seemed to be mad, the wind was like pulling out the mountains, and the rain was like a river.

It was the second day of the Maharaja's meeting. In the palace, Pei Xian fought fiercely with a martial artist, and the raindrops seemed to be transformed into the sharpest weapons under Pei Xian's hands, roaring like mountains and seas.

"Sure enough, it's still Pei Xiansheng, this kind of environment is really advantageous. "All the martial monarchs have their own lamentations, this kind of environment is too suitable for the water system to play. If it's an earth system, it's simply a matter of being killed.

Pei Xian punched and slapped, as if the raindrops between heaven and earth were contained, like an angry wave, half an arc blasted past, and the water flowers flew along the way, which was really a beautiful scene.

But at this moment, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

Liudongcheng was the first to notice it, his expression moved, revealing 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 artists were all aware of it, and looked at them in surprise and emotion: "It's him! ”

An extremely powerful aura, with the momentum of Ling Tian, was released unabashedly, as if the heavens and the earth were covered, making people forget the power of the rainstorm.

"I'm coming. "The sonorous and cold sound, like a thunderclap in a rainstorm, is full of fierce murderous machines!

The gate of the palace exploded with a bang, and a lonely young man in black appeared unhurriedly.

His momentum was full of energy, and every step he took made the earth tremble and tilt faintly.

(To be continued)