A ray of spring breeze came, and Mao Xiaoan felt as if he was in a dream.

Overnight, Wang Shake became Lei Dong, Wu Yu became Martial Saint, and Mao Xiaoan transformed from an ordinary soul cultivator into the successor of a large sect.

Another night, Mao Xiaoan's master and uncle disappeared, leaving him alone as the only successor of Qingshan Sect.

Mao Xiaoan's deep sorrow is difficult to describe. No matter whether his master is Wang Dong or Lei Dong, he is the one who makes him admire others, and his kindness remains unchanged.

The sole descendant of the Qingshan Sect, the dazed Mao Xiaoan placed an unprecedented and even unimaginable burden on his thin shoulders.

"This kid is distracted again." Yaksha frowned. He understood that this did not mean that he allowed Mao Xiaoan to continue to be in a trance.

Yasha was about to kick the boy awake when a soft breath came over him. Yasha smiled, mixed with disappointment, and looked back: "Why are you here!" Zuo Wuyue smiled, waiting for Mao Xiaoan to wake up. Mao Xiaoan suddenly

Seeing Zuo Wuzhou in front of him, he was shocked: "Zuo Wusheng, Brother Zuo, you are too young!"

"You continue to practice, come over here and I will talk to you.

"Zuo Wuzhou waved his hand to Yaksha and the others, calling Mao Xiaoan to the side. His black eyes were condensed, making Mao Xiaoan extremely uneasy.

Zuo Wuzhou paused and said word by word in a deep voice: "Wang Dong is dead, Wen Ruyu is dead, and the Qingshan Sect is gone. I will accept Wang Dong's entrustment."

Mao Xiaoan's eyes were red, he was a young man after all.

Zuo Wuzhou was calm but indifferent: "If you dare not take the responsibility, I still have a hundred ways to rebuild the Qingshan Sect for them. If you have the courage to do it, I will naturally help you."

He turned around and walked back slowly with a fluttering voice: "Think clearly, and then decide whether to continue practicing under Yaksha's guidance!"

Mao Xiaoan was stunned and stared at the horizon with tears streaming down his face.

Ever since he was unable to help Zuo Wuzhou, Yasha had always felt a sense of loss. It wasn't until he found something to do again and started to practice wholeheartedly again that he regained his mood.

Nowadays, apart from his own cultivation, what Yasha does most often is to guide the disciples of the Zuo family in their cultivation.

Looking at Yasha who was serious, Zuo Wuzhou smiled and called to Yasha: "Yaksha, we haven't walked together for a long time!"

Yaksha smiled bitterly, looked at the spring buds on the old tree, and said dryly: "I just think of the past. At that time, you and I were no more than brothers. Now, you can crush me to death with just one finger."

Zuo Wuzhou recalled the past and laughed out loud: "At that time, it was really difficult for you and me. Now that I think about it, I feel a little nostalgic, and I don't know if you and I are getting old."

After a pause, Zuo Wuzhou said again: "You have been with me for nearly eighty years. I have said it before and I will say it again. You have declared yourself. You can do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want.

If you are the leader of a country and want to be the founder, I will help you."

Yasha curled his lips and said, "But what's the point? In the past eighty years, we have seen each other less. Whether you are the leader of a country or the leader of a sect, you have killed a lot."

Yasha stared at the horizon, then looked at Zuo Wuzhou who was about to speak, and said first: "Freedom, no ability, everything is fake. Don't even think about driving me away. Your future is unlimited. I will be able to break through to the Martial Saint and Super Saint in the future. I am counting on you."

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Yasha sighed with dissatisfaction: "I just feel unhappy. Back then, I and you were beaten like a lost dog by the Huntian Sect. At that time, I wanted to take revenge. As a result, you wanted to fight, but I couldn't participate."

Zuo Wudan smiled, feeling warm in his heart. He knew that Yasha followed him wholeheartedly and did not want to leave, and all the excuses were just excuses.

Yasha is a rebellious person, and even if he is committed to following Zuo Wuzhou, he will never say these words.

"When I get back the head of Zhu Wudao Chuan Bubai, you and I can reminisce about old times." Zuo Wudan patted Yaksha on the shoulder, smiled, and said nothing.

Walking towards Ji Xiaomo's yard, he was stopped by Umbrella Yan halfway.

Looking at the white-haired Jin Yan, Zuo Wuzhou sighed as time passed by.

The journey of cultivation is really too long and too lonely. If you make a rash decision to retreat and return, you may be separated from your family, friends, heaven and humans forever.

Jin Yan's temper was as irritable as ever. But due to decades of loneliness, he was a little more withdrawn. Jin Yan stared for a long time before saying: "Thank you."

"Although you often beat me to pieces when I was young, I really want to thank you." Jin Yan can really hold grudges.

Zuo Wuzhou led him to walk among the flowers and grass along the way: "No need to say more, don't say that I promised you, even if I didn't. With the friendship between you and me back then, since I can do my best, I will naturally help you."

Jin Yan squinted his eyes, and his tongue was still a little stiff as a result of not talking to anyone for decades: "It's a good thing I didn't lose my sight back then, otherwise it would have been difficult to speak. However, I still couldn't imagine at that time that your achievements would be

Such"

Jin Yan could no longer describe how Zuo Wuzhou's achievements exceeded his imagination and expectations. During his lifetime, Jin Yan was also a genius, but it took him about 150 years to become a martial artist.

However, Jin Yan always feels sighing when he recalls the past. Back then, he saw Zuo Wuzhou's talent and made a deal to place his hopes on him. At that time, he was so nervous that he could not imagine what he is doing now.

"I didn't expect that either." Zuo Wuzhou said with a smile: "No one can predict the future."

Jin Yan laughed loudly: "Now that I think about it, I feel a little proud. Speaking of which, I am the first

I find that your cultivation genius was far inferior to you in your lifetime cultivation, but I am better!"

Jin Yan said, feeling smug: "The deal I made with you back then was really a good bet. The so-called profit of a million dollars is nothing more than this. I was so rampant in my life, but I didn't expect that before I died, I made a big deal that will last for thousands of years."

No wonder Jin Yan was so proud that he handed over the Fuyun Treasure during two transactions that year. However, he also obtained a promise from Zuo Wuzhou. Just a promise to rebuild the Fuyun Sect was enough to keep the Fuyun Sect for at least thousands of years.

Zuo Wuzhou was speechless, thinking: "Jin Yan has indeed not changed, he is still the same irritable and direct person.

Zuo Wudan couldn't help but smile knowingly when he recalled the way Jin Yan used to curse and curse at every turn and was beaten up and hung up by him.

Jin Yan's laughter stopped and he was confused: "I really didn't expect that you are only a hundred years old, a Martial Saint, or a Seven-Soul Martial Saint."

"I never expected that, above the Martial Saint, there is the Super Saint. Above the Super Saint, there are the Taihun and the Divine Soul." Jin Yan's eyes were dazed: "How far can you go? Unfortunately, I haven't.

Noriko saw it with his own eyes."

"I really want to see your future achievements. I have never known how to recognize people with my eyes open. Even my master and senior brother defrauded me of thousands of dollars. But I never thought that I would be the first person to appreciate you. In this life, I will never know how to recognize people.

Just do it right this time.”

Jin Yan's eyes were red, but his expression looked like he was about to burst into anger. Only those who are familiar with his temper would know that he was not angry but sad.

"You must have noticed it," Jin Yan said seriously, "I don't have much time left. The future of Fuyun Sect depends on Heavenly Fire, and it depends on you."

Zuo Wuzhou said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, you will do your best."

Watching Zuo Wuzhou turn the corner and enter the courtyard.

All the sorrow in Jin Yan's heart welled up, and he burst into tears: "The ancestors of our sect, my disciples have been blind all their lives, and their hearts have been blind all their lives. In this life, I only made sure to do it right this time. This time.

.The disciple will die without regret."

Plop! Jin Yan’s knees went weak, he knelt on the bluestone floor, and kowtowed three times in a row!

I don’t know if this is the ancestor of Fuyun Sect under Jiuquanxia, ​​or who it is for!

Only a faint word floated out quietly!

Thanks!"

"No need!"

Walking into the courtyard, Zuo Wuzhou said solemnly to the air without looking back.

I sighed in my heart and thought: "Jin Yan is still so shameless, but he really has nothing to say about Fuyun Sect. A person who can do this for the sect can really teach others."

admire."

Some emotions, some touches, flow in my heart.

Zuo Wuzhou thought to himself: "There are almost no moral people in the soul cultivation world, but there are always some people and things that are beautiful."

"Just like Xiao Mo!"

Zuo Wuzhou stamped his feet, stared at Ji Mo who was leaning against the door, smiled and said nothing! He strode over and hugged her heavily: "I miss you!"

After several moments of joy.

Zuo Wuzhou relaxed his tense mind before the decisive battle and hugged this beautiful white body. He didn't think about anything for a moment, but felt very relaxed.

At the end, Zuo Wuzhou thought of the children and grandchildren of his elder brother and younger brother, and suddenly said: Xiao Mo, one day, would you like to give birth to a son for me?"

Ji Xiaomo turned around and looked at him squarely: "Let's not talk about whether I want to give birth to a baby. Why can't it be a daughter?"

Zuo Wudan paused, at a loss, and said sarcastically: "Of course a daughter is good, but a son can inherit the incense."

"You are very old and need your son to inherit the bloodline of the incense for you?" Ji Xiaomo's rhetorical question, every sentence was sharp, and it was like asking in a series of seductive questions: "Does it mean that the daughter's family cannot inherit the incense? Who said it, who stipulated it?

of!"

When Zuo Wuzhou met this gorgeous contemporary pioneer of self-reliance and independence, no matter how many words he had to say, he only retreated gorgeously.

For the soul monks, Zuo Wuzhou was even very young. It was just a sudden movement in his heart, thinking of the children and grandchildren of his eldest brother and his younger brother, that made him say this. The matter of having children, Zuo Wuzhou had never thought about it before.

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The age at which soul monks get married and give birth to children can often be said to be very large or very small. Generally speaking, as long as they don't pay too much attention to the inheritance of incense, they will generally have children later.

In a nutshell, the higher the soul monk's cultivation level, the more determined he is to implement the concept of late childbearing. There are naturally many reasons. One of the big reasons is that among soul monks, the disciple relationship can often replace the kinship relationship and is even stronger.

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"I wholeheartedly yearn for the soul path, so I may not be a good father." Zuo Wudan is very self-aware: "Xiao Mo may not be a good mother either!"

For Zuo Wudan, who was full of energy and far from reaching the peak of his life, children were an extremely distant concept.

"Yes."

Zuo Wuzhou turned over and jumped up, handing a piece of tissue paper to Ji Xiaomo: "This is the best thunder heart method! And a method to stimulate blood vessels."

"With these two things, your life soul has been handed over to me again. Your cultivation speed can at least be nearly doubled on the original basis."

Ji Xiaomo hesitated for a moment, but Zuo Wudan knew that her temper was out of character again, so he calmly said in a cold voice: "Do you think this mentality is very important?"
To be continued...