Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Extra Story [-]. Disaster

written before the episode

This short story is about some things about Zhang Moxie, which was supposed to be included in the new book.

But it doesn't feel right to add it, after all, there is a gap of more than ten years between him and Shen Qiu, if it is imposed, there will be a sense of tearing the story.

These four episodes are equivalent to Zhang Moxie's "chronology", which includes some important personal events of Zhang Moxie. If the plot comes to mind in the future, some more may be added.

Because "Zuo Dao" is still in the new book period, I have to update the old road faster. If I add more than 1 words of testimonials, the number of words will be more when it is put on the shelves, which is not good for the book itself.

So I put it in the "Shadow" episode. These episodes are all testimonials, and VIP subscriptions are not accepted, so everyone just take a look for fun.

Uh, another important reason is that this 665 is too ugly, I want to make a 666, for the sake of auspiciousness.

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In the 23rd year of Yonghe, strange beasts appeared at the foot of the Taihang Mountains, and God punished the former Chu. At that time, there were many major earthquakes in the Central Plains, Liaodong, and Huainan, killing and injuring hundreds of thousands of people.

On July [-]th, the former Lingdi of Chu met Tianzhu in the court of Yanjing and died of terror.

In the next month, Tong Wujiao in Liaodong assisted Yeluchong in the incident, and Bingfeng pointed directly at Yanjing.

In those years, the world was in chaos.

The Western Regions, the northern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, where it meets the Daxue Mountains, there are various ethnic groups in the Western Regions living here, and hundreds of ethnic groups live here. The chaos that just started in the Central Plains has not yet continued here, and this place is still the edge of the Great Chu territory. live here.

It's just that in recent months, the bustling commercial road leading to the big world beyond the sky has been blocked by strange things. Some merchants said convincingly that it was the desert that blew up a big sandstorm that lingered all day long, like a wall. The land outside the territory is isolated from the land of China.

This vision made people panic for a while, and the Holy Fire Cult, which was widely spread in the Western Regions, took the opportunity to promote some doomsday theories, intimidating ordinary people to convert to its so-called orthodox faith.

But some knowledgeable people will not believe this.

Although it has been thousands of years since the Dharma-ending Era has fallen and the aura of the entire world has dissipated, the family sects that have inherited it still know the aura era thousands of years ago.

In that era, no matter what kind of vision appeared, it was not surprising, and the big storm outside the isolation domain was also a common thing.

Some ancient families that survived in the Western Regions were even a little happy about this vision. They felt that this was probably a sign of great changes in the world. Maybe, after a few years, ten years, or decades, the aura might come back What?

At that time, everyone will embark on the road to reach the sky, attract spiritual energy into the body, build the foundation and nourish the spirit, and raise the sky to ascend, wouldn't it be beautiful?

Of course, in any era, if you want to practice successfully, you cannot do without the help of spiritual objects. If you can find some high-quality spiritual objects in this dharma-ending era, it will naturally be of great benefit to your future practice.

It's just that everyone in the world knows that spiritual things are hard to find, and you must have a great chance, and you can't get it. It's just that recently, the Qijue sect of the martial arts school at the foot of the Daxue Mountain found such an opportunity by accident.

"Snapped"

The whip soaked in salt water lashed hard at the young man's naked chest and abdomen, making a piercing sound, leaving another bloodstain on the already scarred body.

The boy who was hung on the wooden frame lowered his head, as if he had passed out after several days of torture.

"Swish"

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and the water poured into his nostrils. Like a fish out of water, the excited boy raised his head suddenly, revealing a handsome face.

It is not an exaggeration to describe this boy with sword eyebrows and star eyes, but there are also a few scars on that handsome and heroic face.

"Master Zhang, I advise you to say it."

The big man with the whip grinned grimly, and threw the bloody whip into the salt water bucket at hand. With his hips on his hips, he said to the young man who was tied to the wooden frame in front of him:

"You are also a big son who was spoiled and spoiled since childhood. Why do you have to let yourself suffer like this? Although the fairy fate is good, it is also home to the virtuous."

"You dedicate the fairy fate you found to Master Feng. Your Zhang family will be able to skyrocket even in Qijue Sect. You will also get some great benefits. This is for you, for your Zhang family, They are all rare and beautiful things, so why bother?"

This persuasion is too explicit.

The young man from the Zhang family who was tied to the wooden frame gave a weak laugh, and seemed to say something, probably because he was too weak, so his voice was very weak, like the sound of mosquitoes flying.

The rough man stepped forward, trying to hear clearly, but in the end, a mouthful of bloody saliva hit him on the face.

The young man grinned, his white teeth were covered with blood, and his complexion was distorted, like a captive cub. He shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Feng Junzhuo harmed his own brothers because of the misty fate! He killed 37 members of my Zhang family! He is really a wolf-hearted man! It was me, Zhang Moxie, who kept secrets and caused a catastrophe for my Zhang family. This death is death! Get out of hell and reunite with my family!"

"It's just that fairy fate, hehe."

The boy from this family sneered and said:

"I'd rather have it destroyed than hand it over to Feng Junzhuo's treacherous man!"

"what!"

Being humiliated by Zhang Moxie, the big man with the whip became furious, grabbed the whip and hit Zhang Moxie on the head and face, the sound of the whip hitting the flesh and blood was extremely ferocious.

After tortured like this for a stick of incense, Zhang Moxie passed out again. The big man felt relieved of his resentment, so he dropped his whip and walked out of the gloomy dungeon while cursing.

Feng Men wanted them to pry open Zhang Moxie's mouth as soon as possible, so that they could learn the real secret about Xianyuan from this young man.

It's just that although Mo Xie has a youthful heart, he has a character that would rather die than surrender, which is really annoying.

Not long after, a petite figure sneaked into the dungeon. She was wearing a light gauze dress of a woman from the Western Regions and a veil, and her hair was decorated with silver rings of beaded flowers.

A pair of big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a little cute baby fat on the cheeks. The most peculiar thing is that the girl's eyes are green, which is a remnant of the blood of the Hu people in the Western Regions.

This place has been inhabited by Hu and Han for a hundred years, and it is not uncommon to see a mixed race like this girl.

It's just that such a perfect girl who can combine the gentleness of the Han family with the customs of the Western Regions is really rare.

She was carrying an oiled paper bag in her arms, like a timid little mole, walking, looking left and right, after seeing Zhang Moxie's miserable state, her big eyes suddenly showed a touch of distress from the bottom of her heart and sadness.

"Cousin, cousin?"

The girl put the oiled paper bag in her bosom on the ground, stepped forward, pulled out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and tried to wake up her cousin while wiping the blood off Zhang Moxie's body.

There was heavy guilt in her eyes.

Among the Qijue Sect, there are 13 elders. Both the Feng family and the Zhang family are one of the elder families. The Feng family is the head of the sect and has a higher status, but the Zhang family is not bad. In this Western Region, it can be regarded as a wealthy family.

It's a pity, just because my cousin went to the Central Plains, and it was said that he got some kind of fairy fate, but he attracted the siege of the remaining 12 elders, and the Zhang family was wiped out a few days ago, only Mo Xie in front of him survived.

But this is not a lucky thing. Master Feng left Zhang Moxie just to find out whether the fairy fate exists.

"Uh..."

Under the mournful call of the girl, the extremely weak Zhang Moxie slowly opened his eyes and groaned in pain.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the girl beside him. Zhang Moxie's eyes showed a complex light, with hatred and disgust, but also a trace of intolerance.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Moxie scolded hoarsely:

"Get out, get out! I hate seeing your Feng family!"

"cousin!"

The girl was scolded by Zhang Moxie, her big eyes filled with tears, she sniffled and said:

"The evil thing was done by my father, and it has nothing to do with me. Why did you kill me? You wouldn't be so cruel to me before."

"Who knows if you are that old dog Feng Junzhuo, sent to spy on information?"

Zhang Moxie saw the girl crying, his heart softened, he knew that his cousin was very simple, she grew up with him since she was a child, she is not the kind of bad-hearted person.

But he said angrily:

"Even if it's not, this is not the place you should come to. Cousin Yuhan, get out of here quickly! Don't let your wolf-hearted father find out, and he will also implicate you when the time comes."

"Father won't know."

Feng Yuhan wiped his eyes, picked up the greased paper bag from the ground, opened it, took out some beef, held it with his hand, and fed it to Zhang Moxie.

Zhang Moxie was extremely hungry, but he was still vigilant.

"Eat quickly, cousin, I stole this from the kitchen, don't be afraid of father knowing, father has been like a demon these days, and several elders in the door searched around your house, wishing to dig the ground out a hole."

The girl felt uncomfortable too.

She only found out about the tragedy of the Zhang family yesterday, and she also knew that it was her father who did it.

"Father must have been deluded by evil spirits to do such a thing, cousin, you..."

"You don't have to speak for him."

Zhang Moxie said coldly:

"People's hearts are sinister, across the belly, if it hadn't happened, who would have known that my 'Uncle Feng' would be such a crazy person, and would do such things in order to seek immortality."

"He's gone crazy, Yuhan, your father has already entered the way of the devil, and he has disregarded human relations in the world for the sake of cultivation, but he is a real demon in the world!"

Feng Yuhan lowered her head and did not refute.

Her identity is too embarrassing and entangled, and there is no way to speak on this matter.

"You are not a direct descendant in your family, so you are not taken seriously. If you are involved in this matter, I don't know how your father will treat you."

Zhang Moxie was barely full. He tried to move the zhenqi in his body, but it was tightly sealed by the dozens of needles stuck in his body, and he couldn't move at all.

He said to Feng Yuhan:

"I don't believe you either, you'd better leave quickly."

"Cousin, you and I grew up together, even if you hate your father, I will help you."

Feng Yuhan gritted her teeth and said to Zhang Moxie:

"You have to trust me."

Zhang Moxie remained silent.

In the current situation, if he wants to escape and avenge his family, he really needs a foreign aid. He looked at Feng Yuhan in front of him, and after changing his eyes several times, he whispered to his cousin:

"You do something for me."

"Cousin, tell me."

Feng Yuhan listened attentively, Zhang Moxie whispered to her:

"Go to your father's room and get my Tanlang Dao and my clothes. There is a piece of jade in the shape of a sword. It is an heirloom of my Zhang family. Be sure to get it. Wait for me outside the dungeon tomorrow night."

"Ah."

Feng Yuhan nodded, and heard Zhang Moxie say again:

"And the phantom needle on my body, pull out an inch for me, don't pull out too much, and then give me the hairpin on your head."

The cousin obediently pulled out a hairpin from her hair, stuffed it into Zhang Moxie's bound hand, and then pulled out the needles on Zhang Moxie's body one by one.

Under Zhang Moxie's urging, she put away the oiled paper bag on the ground, cleaned up all the traces, and left in a hurry.

Zhang Moxie watched his cousin leave with complicated eyes.

It's a risk, but not a big one.

If Cousin Yuhan is really a spy, he won't lose anything. The fairy fate given to him by the immortal in Taihang Mountain will never be found by others.

The next day, another day of torture, Zhang Moxie behaved the same as before.

But in the body, the needle that was pulled out by an inch could no longer hinder the flow of true energy. Zhang Moxie endured the whipping, but kept accumulating strength until midnight, three o'clock in the afternoon, the dungeon was quiet, and the executioners were gone. leave.

Zhang Moxie took a deep breath, and gathered the zhenqi accumulated in his body on his wrist. While moving his fingers, the hairpin, which had been held for a day, began to poke the cowhide rope on his wrist again.

With the blessing of true energy, the hairpin is sharper than ever.

"Snapped"

With a soft sound, the rope broke, Zhang Moxie moved his left hand, and stretched out his hand to untie the ropes from his right hand, legs and waist. He staggered a few steps and wiped the bloody sweat from his face.

The sharp hairpin spun around in the palm of his hand, and was pinched again with precision. The boy leaned on the wall and walked along the tunnel.

After the disaster, murderous aura burst into his heart.

At midnight, Feng Yuhan was waiting anxiously outside the dungeon with a large package in his arms.

"Snapped"

A palm carrying a teacher was suddenly placed on Feng Yuhan's shoulder, which startled the girl, she turned around and saw Cousin Mo Xie standing behind her.

Cousin was covered in blood, and the murderous aura still remained on his body, like a lone wolf escaped from a tiger's den.

Zhang Moxie smiled at his cousin, reached out to take the package, changed his clothes, carried the family-heirloom sword on his back, and hung the dusty sword jade on his wrist.

He looked back at Feng Yuhan who was wearing a veil and full of worry.

He took a step forward, grabbed his cousin's slender waist, and took off the veil. Under Feng Yuhan's astonished gaze, their lips met and kissed deeply under the moon.

"I know you have fallen in love with me since you were a child, Yuhan."

Zhang Moxie said in the ear of her blushing cousin:

"You don't let me down, and I will never let you down in this life...Come with me, my cousin will marry you in a good way, and it won't be long."

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Two years later, the second year of Zhengding, the eighth day of May.

The main altar of the Qijue Sect was burning, and there were corpses everywhere, and the blood was soaring. Except for Feng Yuhan, all 47 members of the Feng family, from Feng Junzhuo down, died at today's wedding banquet.

The corpses of the 12 elders of the Qijue Sect, whose blood had been sucked dry, were thrown in disarray under the throne of the sect master.

In the burning flames, Zhang Moxie sat on the throne of the sect master, hugging Feng Yuhan in his arms who was wearing a big red wedding gown.

He held his wife's slender waist with his left hand, and Feng Yuhan buried his head in his cousin's arms, not wanting to look at those horrible corpses.

In Zhang Moxie's right hand, he was leaning on a magic knife with a red light and a straight blade.

The name of the sword is evil, and it comes from Kunlun.

At his feet, Feng Junzhuo's deathly head was stepping on.

Under the 33 steps covered with corpses, the Qijuemen who survived the massacre knelt tremblingly in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and no one dared to look up at the blood sea demon king.

There are more than 600 people in the Qijue Sect. After an hour today, only the 60 people in front of me are left...

"From now on, I, Zhang Moxie, will be the master of Qijue sect!"

Zhang Moxie closed his eyes, sniffing the fragrance of his wife's long hair, he whispered:

"Wait."

"Are there any complaints?"

(End of this chapter)