Be kind, and don't do things that are treacherous. Zhu Zuo did not forget the oath he made in front of the mysterious old man.

Zhu Zuo didn't continue to revel in the joy of the advancement, and floated in front of the red-haired machine spirit, half-bowing, and said, "Thank you for your help." ”

"Master, this must not be tormented by me. "The spirit of the machine is tight, and he only promises.

"The husband is above board, why not. If you hadn't treated me sincerely, I wouldn't have been able to advance, and I wouldn't have to worry about it. Zhu Zuo said calmly.

"Master, I..." The red-haired spirit choked up for a moment and couldn't speak, and finally let go of the mustard in his heart and accepted the new master wholeheartedly.

So far, the purple gold bell has been sincerely assisting Zhu Zuo, walking in the rain in the wind, fighting on the battlefield in blood, until he reached the pinnacle, then dissipated the Dao edge and entered the reincarnation as a human being, not to mention.

"Su Su mentioned before, if I am advanced, I can merge you and the others into one, I don't know what kind of magic method this is?"

"There is such a wonderful method! I think that when the first master refined the purple gold bell and shaped my three brothers and sisters, the words on his lips were - when the gentleman is sleepy, the situation is high, and the ground is thick, and he is afraid that there will be a disaster of disgust. ”

"When a gentleman is sleepy, are you afraid that there will be a disaster of disgust?" Zhu Zuo was puzzled?

"Well, the master stood at the top of the Dao Law back then, looking at the sky and thinking about how strong his personal strength was, he couldn't fight with heaven and earth, so why not go the other way?

Suppress everything with the power of heaven and earth. On a whim, the purple gold bell was cast. "The aftertaste of the machine spirit's pride.

"Did it happen on a whim?" Zhu Zuo's eyes were full of yearning, and he said leisurely: "Please also give the law." ”

The machine spirit stepped out in one step, turning into a burst of light and flashing into Zhu Zuo's Mud Pill Palace.

Zhu Zuo's sea of consciousness kept flashing patterns, and countless obscure spells poured into it in large numbers.

For a day and a night, Zhu Zuo showed no signs of waking up.

When the last painting flashed, a candlelight flickered, a jug of wine was placed at a desk, and a dashing and beautiful young man wearing brocade grosgrain with a purple gold bell tied around his waist pounced.

Immediately after that, the picture changed to a red sky, lightning and thunder. Countless thunderbolts slashed towards a beautiful man who looked at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in the wind.

When he covered the sky with one hand and blocked countless thunderstorms, nine hundred and eighty-one golden thunderbolts suddenly appeared and annihilated him. Only a lonely purple gold bell was left in the vast sky.

After a while, wait for this person to disappear. The sky was sprinkled with blood and rain, drowning an epoch at once.

Heaven and earth are sad, what kind of sadness is this?

No one knows, no one knows. Because everything is buried under the dust of history with him.

This picture is so shocking that Zhu Zuo can't describe it in words. Because this picture is pale with any textual embellishment.

There is only one quatrain in the picture scroll that imprints my heart:

Bead curtains, silk curtains alone, express a volume of sadness and wine, the end of the world dreams can not return, the waning moon twilight, dancing alone in the evening breeze, composing a gorgeous song.

The pain of displacement is a lifetime of elegance. The floating life is not drunk, slashing the love of the world, the soul is sad, and the miserable sound is unknown to anyone!

Whose tears have fallen in the years, whose sorrows have fallen in the past. The past is like smoke, I don't know who has fallen whose waiting?

Looking at the fireworks from afar, the lights and stars, the voices are insignificant, and the songs are not full of troubled times, such as beautiful flowers.

Looking through the autumn water, through the red dust, the zither song is difficult to understand the lovesickness, the low eyebrows whisper, the tears fall into the red dust, the flowers and trees on the other side, but it is not accessible, that faint sigh, knocking the soft heart.

Jin Ge Iron Horse stared at a solo song, the string was broken and injured, and he admired thousands of sounds.

But I don't want to wait for time, although the sound is elegant and beautiful, the roof ridge is swirled, and the ink is warm. But it is difficult to bury the painful wounds, and they turn into sorrows scattered all over the ground.

A quatrain is word-for-word, as if it is stating the tragic story of a generation of Tianjiao. Unconsciously, when Zhu Zuo finished watching the final picture, his eyes unnaturally shed two lines of tears, and he couldn't cry.

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