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!
Chapter completed!