Martial Hero in Wasteland/C1033 An Old Friend
+ Add to Library
Martial Hero in Wasteland/C1033 An Old Friend
+ Add to Library

C1033 An Old Friend

In the Lianyun Mountain Range, Zuo Yu arrived at Lian Feng's territory in a flash. If there were still some old friends who hadn't left, Lian Qing would be counted as one. He happened to pass by. After hesitating for a moment, Zuo Yu still went to visit them. If he left again, under normal circumstances, he would not easily come back again. It was better to say goodbye.

"Hm? You... Zuo Yu?" Lian Feng was startled. When he saw who it was, he was even more shocked. He had heard about Zuo Yu's reputation here.

"It really is you." Lian Feng walked over with a smile and sighed, "I am still Demon Emperor, but you can already kill Heavenly Gods..." Lian Feng was a little shocked.

"Hehe, if Demon Emperor wants to stay alive, it will be very easy." Zuo Yu said with a smile. He could tell that Lian Feng had also broken through to the Dao Stage with just a single Law.

"I just broke through not long ago. I can't even compare with you all." Lian Feng waved his hand and invited Zuo Yu in.

"Mr Zuo, it is really you..." Lian Qing ran out and was very surprised. "You really came back? I thought that you... were useless to me. You couldn't even break the entrance of the God Sealing Tablet. I can't save you either... " Lian Qing pouted her small mouth again as she spoke. She was very dissatisfied.

Zuo Yu smiled and the group of people walked in as well.

In the end, Zuo Yu left again. He could help. He also helped these old friends. He wasn't stingy at all. Lian Qing's family wanted to stay, especially Lian Qing. She was very reluctant to part with them. However, Zuo Yu still left. He had too many things to do.

In the most ordinary mountain village, Zuo Yu stood in the sky and looked down. His mind was in a trance. All kinds of thoughts in the past had surfaced in his mind.

This small mountain village was surrounded by mountains. It was also a paradise for ordinary people. However, it was only for ordinary people. For cultivators who could fly, these mountains were not big. They could easily fly over.

Zuo Yu flew down and entered a quiet small courtyard.

One. A middle-aged man with an arm was chopping firewood. His eyes lit up. He turned his head and looked over, but then he was stunned. The ax in his hand fell off with a clang.

"Xiao... Xiao Yu?" The middle-aged man said with a trembling voice.

"Uncle Zhou." Zuo Yu walked up with a smile on his face. This was Uncle Zhou, the only person who cared about him in the Feng family. It was also because of him that he was hunted down by the people of the Feng family and ended up losing his arm.

"You... It's really you, Little Yu. Why didn't you come and see Uncle Zhou all these years..." Uncle Zhou stood up while trembling, his eyes were moist.

"Dad, what's wrong..." At this moment, he heard the commotion outside. A figure appeared in a flash. It was Zhou Qing, who he had not seen for many years.

Zhou Qing rushed out. She was still wearing an apron. Clearly, she was cooking. The next moment, she was also stunned. Her big eyes stared blankly at Zuo Yu. A fog quickly emerged.

"Sister Zhou." Zuo Yu looked over with a smile.

"Zuo Yu... You, it really is you. Are you alright? Why didn't you come and see me... We..." Zhou Qing murmured and spoke the same words as Uncle Zhou.

Zuo Yu sighed softly in his heart. It was not because he did not want to come, but because over the years, his enemies had become more and more powerful. He did not dare to come because many of his opponents were unscrupulous. He had left for seven to eight years...

He also had feelings for these two people. Both of them treated him very well. Whether it was his previous self or himself, he was grateful to them for everything they had done for him.

"Hehe, you're still the same." Zhou Qing turned her head and broke into a smile. She was more happy. " Don't just stand there. Daddy, add a few more dishes today. Bring out your good wine as well. Let's have a good gathering... "

"Little Yu, wait for me. It will be ready soon." Zhou Qing giggled and ran into the kitchen again.

Very quickly, a table of food was placed on the stone table in the small courtyard. The three of them sat down.

"It's all some simple rice and tea from the mountains. Don't mind it." Zhou Qing's face turned red as she softly said.

Zuo Yu shook his head. Speaking of which, it had been a long time since he had such a meal, but it was also very delicious. The key was the quiet environment and the gentle atmosphere.

Uncle Zhou and Zhou Qing were also wearing ordinary farmer clothes, but they had already adapted to living in these ordinary places.

During dinner, the two of them asked Zuo Yu about the things that had happened over the years. Zuo Yu also asked them about their lives over the years. The family was especially happy.

Under the invitation of the two of them, Zuo Yu stayed for three days.

Uncle Zhou's strength was already at the True Martial Stage, and so was Zhou Qing. This was very normal. Uncle Zhou's natural endowment was pretty good. He was one of the top elders in the Feng family, and Zhou Qing's natural endowment was even higher. He had given them some cultivation resources before this, so it was normal for them to break through to the True Martial Stage.

However, in comparison, none of them had reached the threshold of the geniuses of the continent, and they were only at the True Martial Stage.

True Martial Stage warriors were considered great experts in ordinary places, and if nothing unexpected happened, they could live for more than a thousand years. Zuo Yu, on the other hand, felt relieved.

As for Uncle Zhou's broken arm, Zuo Yu could only help him recover some of it, but not all of it. Even with his current strength, he wouldn't be able to regrow his broken arm, and Zuo Yu wouldn't be able to do so even if he was as good as before.

Zuo Yu also knew that Zhou Qing hadn't married yet. Regarding this... Zuo Yu also felt helpless. He understood her heart. But... they were not suitable. His current opponent was already a Heavenly God. Any one of his attacks could destroy the heavens and earth. Any ordinary person who followed him would only be implicated by him. Furthermore, he didn't have such intentions...

Zuo Yu sighed slightly. It was better to let time wear away at all of this.

Zuo Yu invited the two of them to the Zuo family or to the Divine Valley. The Four Square Academy could do the same, but the two of them refused. They had been living here for most of these years. They had gotten used to it, but this place was not bad either.

Zuo Yu also respected their opinions, as long as they could live a good life.

In the end, Zuo Yu increased their strength and left enough cultivation resources for them. After that, he left. He had to prepare everything and then enter the Heaven Realm.

Uncle Zhou and Zhou Qing sent Zuo Yu into the sky and watched him leave.

"Little Yu, be careful." Uncle Zhou said.

"Take care." Zhou Qing also shouted.

Zuo Yu waved his hand and disappeared into the horizon.

"Sigh... Little girl, forget it. If I'm not wrong, Little Yu is really the number one person in the continent that everyone is talking about..." Uncle Zhou looked at his daughter and sighed, "Go back..."

"I just hope that he will be fine." Zhou Qing said softly and followed him back.

Uncle Zhou sighed again.

Uncle Zhou had heard rumors about the continent. He was also an expert at the True Martial Stage. Two days ago, when he was replenishing the goods for the village, he had heard about it on the continent, because that person was called Zuo Yu. But that person was too strong, so strong that he did not dare to think about it. But now, he believed it because Zuo Yu had almost reattached his arm. He had never heard of this before... If it had just been broken, it might still be possible. But how many years had he been crippled? This was simply a miracle.

Report
Share
Comments
|
Setting
Background
Font
18
Nunito
Merriweather
Libre Baskerville
Gentium Book Basic
Roboto
Rubik
Nunito
Page with
1000
Line-Height