After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Unlike Yu Xingzhi and Wang Ruyi who were instantly nervous, his eyes fell on Yan Shiyuan, but Ma Huaizhen was lying in the wheelchair, and his expression did not change: "It's just right."

Originally, he was worried about the three little ones behind him, but since the other party took the initiative to send him to the door, Ma Huaizhen was no longer polite.

Seeing the opened willow boxes in the passage on the second floor, Yan Shiyuan's face was ashen.

"Who allowed you to turn it over?! Ruyi, is it you?"

Facing Yan Shiyuan, Wang Ruyi had a guilty conscience, and when he heard the words, he didn't dare to say a word, so he quickly waved his hand and lowered his eyes crampedly.

Taking a panoramic view of this scene, Yu Xingzhi calmly dragged his broken leg and took a step in front of Wang Ruyi, isolating the line of sight between the two.

Wang Ruyi's eyes widened, the young man's face was not so friendly, and he didn't say a word. From Wang Ruyi's direction, only Yu Xingzhi's strong jawline could be seen.

Ma Huaizhen lifted his lips and asked in a deep voice, "I also want to ask the boss, if you put these things in the inn, are you not afraid of scaring the few guests away?"

Yan Shiyuan took two steps forward, his face even more ugly: "This is not a 'thing'."

Ma Huaizhen said decisively, "This is your comrade-in-arms."

Yan Shiyuan walked all the way up to the second floor and lifted the willow box that was lying down on the ground again: "If you know, you should respect them even more."

After scrutinizing Yan Shiyuan's expression for a while, Ma Huaizhen took the initiative to soften his attitude and said in a low voice, "Boss, calm down, we just don't know something, and we want to ask the boss to answer."

The middle-aged man picked up the corpses on the ground and put them back into the box piece by piece.

From Qiao Wan's point of view, this scene was originally very scary, but with Jing Yongxin's memory bonus, facing this box of corpses, Qiao Wan found that she could no longer feel "scared".

Closing the willow box again, Yan Shiyuan glanced at Ma Huaizhen.

Although the man is disabled, his cultivation is unfathomable and obviously not something he can provoke.

Conflict with him here, it's fine if he gets hurt, if this inn that he takes care of is hurt...

Ma Huaizhen took the initiative to give in, Yan Shiyuan was silent for a moment, and took a step back: "What do you want to ask?"

"This inn." Ma Huaizhen said, "and these boxes."

"As you can see, this box contains all my comrades-in-arms."

Ma Huaizhen asked, "Are you under the banner of the word 'Summer'?"

A trace of surprise crossed Yan Shiyuan's face: "Do you know the word 'summer' flag?"

Ma Huaizhen: "In order to deal with the Demon Realm for hundreds of years, the Cultivation World has divided eight armies..."

To tell you the truth," the man said with a half-smile, "I am under the banner of the word 'cold'. "

Yan Shiyuan: "Friend Daoist is injured, too?"

Ma Huaizhen said lightly, "Wounded on the battlefield."

"So it is." Yan Shiyuan murmured, looking up again, the gloom and vigilance in his eyes suddenly dissipated a lot.

Ma Huaizhen: "The summer flag and the cold flag belong to the north and the south. I don't know much about the summer flag. But I have heard that the summer flag suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Fufeng Valley."

At the beginning, in order to facilitate control, the Cultivation World divided all the combat power into eight flags according to eight directions, each guarding the "eight gates".

The "Cang" flag in the northeast, the "Enlightened" flag in the east; the "Yang" flag in the southeast; the "Shu" flag in the south, the "White" flag in the southwest, and the "Changhe" flag in the west; "Youdu" flag in the northwest; "cold" flag in the north.

The Xuanwu Sect, the Lingxiao Sect, and the Qingyun Sect were all classified under the banner of the summer word because they were located in the thirteen continents in the south.

In this battle, "Feng Zhao", a disciple of the Yunyan Sect in the "Summer" flag, defected and returned to the Demon Realm, resulting in the Battle of Fufeng Valley, which caused heavy casualties on the side of the cultivation world. Xuanwuzong, Lingxiaozong, Qingyunzong and other elite disciples of the small sects were killed and injured more than half. Since then, they have not recovered, and within a hundred or two hundred years, they have been annexed or destroyed by other sects.

If Ma Huaizhen was not sure before, but now combining these few jade cards with a little association, it is not difficult to restore the true identity of the shadow soldier on the street.

Referring to the past, Yan Shiyuan was silent for a long time: "You are right. I am indeed a monk under the Shuzi banner."

Qiao Wan crossed her hands on her knees, sat up straight, and quietly listened to Yan Shiyuan's recounting of the past.

There are still many things she doesn't understand, such as the blue-eyed evil Buddha and "Wen Shi Xing Zhu".

"I'm cowardly by nature, and even though I'm on the battlefield, I don't dare to rush to kill. This was also the case in the battle at Fufeng Valley, so over time, cleaning the battlefield and other tasks fell on my head."

...

The wind in Fufeng Valley is rough and cold, and the four seasons are endless.

The Demon Realm is threatening, the cultivation world has suffered heavy losses, and the battle situation is almost one-sided. Under such circumstances, many disciples of the small sects in the Qi training period have been dragged to the battlefield. Open the Dao Domain and learn to draw Qi into the body.

"The north side is the battlefield of the big men."

One evening, after cleaning the battlefield and sitting together eating dry buns, Cao Luping said meaningfully.

People are divided into three, six, nine, and so on, and the battlefield is divided into battlegrounds and abandoned children.

The so-called big man is a sword that moves mountains with one sword, and the existence of a million soldiers with only one hand has nothing to do with them, these qi training disciples.

However, this did not prevent a group of people sitting together after the armistice, clutching their wounds and chewing on cold and hard military ration gossip.

"I heard that the real person of the 'cold' flag, with his own strength, just turned over 480 people in the demon domain, stirring up the snow mountain in the northern ice field."

Behind the Snow Mountain in the north is the Demon Domain Base Camp, so most of the top combat power in the cultivation world belongs to the word "cold", which is the so-called "battlefield of big men".

As for them in Fufeng Valley, they are not as shattered as the north side. Here, they are all rushed out by flesh and blood.

"What?" Miao Chunhui said with a smile: "Do you still want to compare with the real person Yuqing?"

Cao Luping also laughed: "How can I compare with the real person Yuqing, I just thought, it would be great if this battle can be won."

"Come on." The person who spoke was a red-clothed, round-faced girl named Zhang Xia, with a piece of battle armor being repaired on her knees.

Under such circumstances, the blood on her face could not stop her beautiful and soft eyebrows. Zhang Xia pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "I heard that the above has started to counterattack recently."

"Counter-attack?" Miao Chunhui asked curiously, "How to counter-attack? Feng Zhao, do you have any news here?"

"I heard that the God of War of the Demon Domain, Su Buhuo disappeared some time ago." A pale and handsome young man in the crowd said with a smile: "Recently, the head of Taiping Academy, Meng Guangze, has joined forces with Kunshan and decided to enter the Demon Domain lair and take advantage of this. , in one fell swoop, sealed the old thief Shi Yuan, and cut off the head of the Demon Domain."

"This is still news from a few months ago," Zhang Xia bit off the thread and was dazed, "I don't know if it was successful or not."

Cao Luping: "This seal is said to extend to the Seven Mountains and Ten Ridges in the east, Kunshan Mountains in the west, Daxue Mountain in the north, and Xize House in the south to the Thirteen Continents in the south. ."

"Qize Mansion in the Thirteen Continents in the South?" Yu Baocheng asked in surprise, "Yunpan, isn't this your hometown? Is there a spiritual vein there?"

Cen Yunpan, who was called Yun Pan, smiled and said, "Yes, my house is indeed there, and there is indeed a spiritual vein in my house."

Yu Baocheng wanted to say more, but Cao Luping gave him a secret wink.

The Cen Mansion was near the south. This time, there were thirty-six disciples in total. Thirty-five have died so far, leaving only Cen Yunpan alone. Well, what are you talking about.

"If we can win," Cao Luping said with a smile, "I'll go down the mountain immediately."

Immediately someone asked, "You don't cultivate immortality anymore?"

"Yes, who thought of becoming a Sword Immortal before?"

"I won't do it if I don't," Cao Luping waved his hand. "Without the qualifications, I'm wasting my time on the mountain. Life is too short. If I can spend a hundred or two hundred years on the mountain, my mother can't afford it."

After cultivating for hundreds of years, it was finally completed, so what? Looking back, the stove at home has fallen into dust, and the hut is dilapidated. How many piles of graves are there in front of the door?

"Jing Yongxin, how about you?"

"Me?" The dark-skinned boy pursed his lips and smiled embarrassedly, "I want to go home, I miss my mother."

As soon as these words came out, the men in front of them burst into laughter.

"How old are you? I don't think about my daughter-in-law, and I still think about your mother at home."

But after laughing, everyone was silent for a moment, silently facing a cold moon in the night sky, nibbling on dry food.

I don't know who said in a low voice, "I miss my dad too."

"I think my mother, she is the only one in the family, and I don't know if she can take care of herself."

"I miss my daughter, she was so tall when I left."

"Don't say it, don't say it, what are you talking about, it made me cry."

After another brief silence, everyone looked at each other.

Cao Luping laughed and said: "If you want me to go back, I will use this technique to become some kind of national teacher."

Yu Baocheng patted his thigh: "If you want me to go back, I want to marry three or five daughters-in-law!"

"I want to go back." Jing Yongxin smiled: "I'll take my brother around."

After stopping the work in her hand, Zhang Xia tilted her head and thought: "I think about it, if you want me to go back, I will..."

The girl's eyes flickered slightly, and unknowingly fell on Yan Shiyuan.

"By the way, what about you, Lao Yan?"

Miao Chunhui poked his elbow: "What about you, if you win this battle, what do you want to do?"

Yan Shiyuan was taken aback: "Me?"

"Ask you," Miao Chunhui smiled, "Why don't you speak?"

"Don't force him, who doesn't know that our 'Ye Wang Ye' is timid."

"Hahaha who just went to the battlefield and was so scared that he didn't dare to move a step, and almost peed his pants. If it weren't for my quick eyes and hands, your head on your neck would have been lost." Cao Luping smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you As long as we keep our family letters and wait for the battlefield, brother, I will cover you."

he?

Yan Shiyuan smiled bitterly.

How dare he hope for this, in the current situation, it has been more than three months, and he has been trapped in Fufeng Valley for more than three months, and he has not even seen the shadow of a reinforcement.

But the atmosphere was so good, he didn't want to spoil the enthusiasm of his comrades, and said casually: "If you want me to go back, I'll open an inn."

Glancing at Zhang Xia, a girl in red with a round face, Yan Shiyuan's throat was a little dry.

Then, let Zhang Xia be the proprietress.

In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that they have been struggling here for more than three months, and the reinforcements have never arrived, and they will never arrive.

Who would have thought that this battle was fought for three months, surrounded by front and back, and a whole 30,000 people were trapped and died in this valley. Most of them died of starvation.

Now that they have run out of ammunition and food, the only thing they can do is to look at the cold moon in the night sky after each armistice and weave a peaceful dream for themselves.

I don't know who sighed in a low voice: "If I can go back, I will build a grass hut in front of the mountain and plant a few peach blossoms. It is best to have a mountain stream in front of the door. I usually fish and take it back after fishing. , cook two good dishes, call you a few, and let's drink together."

"If, if only real person Yuqing could come here to save us, we'd be saved."

"The power of moving mountains with one sword..."

The conversation was getting quieter and quieter.

Someone sang softly.

"Fifteen to join the army, and eighty to return.

Dao meets the villagers, who is there in the family?

Looking into the distance is Jun's house, full of pine and cypress mounds.

The rabbit enters from the dog sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

The atrium is born in the valley, and the inoue is born in the sun.

The pounded grains are used for cooking, and the harvested sunflowers are used for soup.

The rice is cooked for a while, and I don't know who Yi is.

Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes. "

Gradually, everyone stopped talking and looked at the cold moon in the sky in silence.

The next day was a new day, and the reinforcements still hadn't come.

The blood stained the morning glow red.

No one would have imagined that under such desperate circumstances, Feng Zhao betrayed, and the pale and handsome young man betrayed and returned to the Demon Realm. Together with the blue-eyed evil Buddha, he gave them a fatal blow.

That's what's called power.

A golden light almost harvested half of the battlefield.

Before this absolute strength suppression, human life is worthless like ants.

"Fuck away!!" Cao Luping was covered in blood, his body was pierced by arrows like a hedgehog, he turned his head with all his strength, and roared hoarsely: "Run! Run out with our family book!!"

The man's eyes were almost bloodshot.

"Just now!! Run for Lao Tzu!"

"You are timid and incompetent, so don't die here!"

Touching the thick stack of family letters in his arms, Yan Shiyuan burst into tears.

Miao Chunhui is dead.

Yu Baocheng is dead.

Among them, the youngest Jing Yongxin also died.

Stumbled all the way forward.

run--

Yan Shiyuan was dizzy and breathless.

run out--

"Yan Shiyuan!" The familiar roar sounded again, and Cao Luping scolded angrily: "Be careful!!"

Before the second half of the words were finished, they got stuck in his throat.

The warm blood suddenly splashed all over himself, and Yan Shiyuan turned his head blankly.

In front of him, Cao Luping blocked the deadly golden light for him.

The man's whole body spread red blood lines up and down, his body cracked inch by inch, and it was scattered into pieces.

Before dying, the man's eyes were splitting, and his eyes almost shed blood and tears: "Run..."

"Wait on the battlefield, brother, I will cover you."

...

He can't run away.

Watching his comrades fall one after another, the figure wearing a cassock was getting closer and closer to him, Yan Shiyuan's whole body was shaking like a sieve, tremblingly hiding under the corpse mountain, clenching his teeth.

While touching the family letter on his chest, Yan Shiyuan closed his eyes and prayed desperately until his tongue became dry.

Don't see him, don't see him, don't see him.

Heart beating.

Bang bang bang.

Yan Shiyuan's eyelids opened a slit.

It was the evil Buddha who approached.

The blue-eyed evil Buddha walked unhurriedly, stepping on a mountain of corpses, as if walking in a leisurely court.

The young monk's lips curled into a slight smile, and Bi Yingying's eyes were as soft as spring water.

Obviously not looking at each other, but seeing Bi Yingying's eyes, Yan Shiyuan's whole body was cold, and he felt that he must have seen him.

A golden light swirls out—

When Yan Shiyuan's soul shook, his hands and feet were cold.

This golden light was not directed at him.

Along with the golden light, the pile of corpses on his body also fell apart!

He was hiding under the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, and all his comrades-in-arms were on his head...

Burying his head lower and deeper, Yan Shiyuan shivered, tears streaming down desperately.

It's him... he's too cowardly, too timid.

It is he who is unwilling.

At this time, he was still hiding under the corpses of his comrades in arms, using the corpses of his comrades as his own shelter, and trying to survive.

Although the evil Buddha didn't look at him, inexplicably, Yan Shiyuan knew in his heart that he must have found this coward hiding under the body of his comrade-in-arms.

The first golden light penetrated Miao Chunhui's chest.

The second golden light cut off Zhang Xia's slender and fair neck, and the girl's gentle smile stopped abruptly.

The third golden light slashed Cen Yunpan in the waist.

It seems that hundreds of years have passed, and it seems that only a few moments have passed.

The blue-eyed evil Buddha walked away.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Shiyuan pushed away the corpse above his head, crawled out of the pile of corpses covered in blood, and looked back to see the broken corpses all over the floor.

The eight-foot-tall man staggered and fell to his knees, wailing in despair, and he couldn't cry for a moment.

He's going to collect the bodies for them.

He...he wants them to rest in peace.

...

in the inn.

Yan Shiyuan said solemnly: "After Feng Zhao betrayed and returned to the Demon Realm, he refined all the 30,000 people into walking corpses. For hundreds of years, he has been used to drive him into slavery. Later, I climbed out and began to collect the remains of my comrades-in-arms. I want to bring them back into the coffin and give them a resting place."

So over the years, he has traveled a lot in order to collect the bodies of his comrades.

He took this inn, or this tomb, and walked around alone.

Because of the rumors that he heard only a few words, he dug a grave in the middle of the night, and was treated with indifference, expulsion, and abuse.

In the past few hundred years, he has been reduced to a ghost city, searching everywhere, going out in the morning and returning at noon.

He wants to find them.

He... He also wanted Zhang Xia to be the boss's wife.

He wants them to live comfortably and safely. When the big guys gather, he will take the inn to find a beautiful place with a mountain stream to live in, and plant a few peach blossoms. I usually fish and fish, take it back after fishing, cook two good dishes, and invite some brothers to drink together.

The boxes and boxes of corpses are all his comrades-in-arms.

"You're right." Yan Shiyuan looked at Ma Huaizhen, "There is a coffin inside and outside this inn."

"Because this is their resting place."