Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Episode [-]. The last journey

In July of the seventh year of Zhengding, outside Yanjing City.

Zhang Moxie held the Quexie knife on his waist, looking at the capital of the Northern Dynasty in the night.

Behind him, stood a tall figure with a Chinese character face, with a resolute complexion and clenched fists.

He shouted to Zhang Moxie:

"Brother Zhang, are you really the rumored leader of the Demon Cult?"

"So what?"

Zhang Moxie replied softly:

"Could it be, my dear friend, when he heard that I was the leader of the Devil's Cult, he didn't plan to recognize me as a friend? The two of us met five months ago, and we hit it off. We traveled together in famous mountains and rivers, and went to Mount Tai to visit the Lord of the Jade Emperor Palace together." , how chic..."

"Could it be, my dear brother, just because I am the leader of the demon sect, you want to cut off my robes?"

Zhang Moxie chuckled lightly, he turned around and looked at the friend behind him.

His name is Ren Hao, he met Zhang Moxie at the foot of Mount Taiyue in Xiaoxiang, the two got along quite well, they were about the same age, they traveled together to famous mountains in the world, it has been five months now.

"In my eyes, dear brother is not such a superficial person."

Facing Zhang Moxie's words, Ren Hao clenched his fists and asked:

"I'm sure I don't think Brother Zhang is a bad person. You are very righteous, and you can't bear ugly things. You draw your sword to help when the road is rough. You are a first-class hero."

"I don't care if you are the leader of the Demon Sect, I just ask Brother Zhang, why are you here in Yanjing?"

Zhang Moxie was silent for a while, and replied:

"Seeing the leader of Tongwu, the Imperial Teacher of the Northern Dynasty is very happy. Let's compete with him and invite him to join the Demon Sect."

"That's a traitor from the Northern Dynasty!"

Ren Hao said loudly:

"Since the ruler of the Northern Dynasty was assassinated by an assassin last year and became seriously ill until now, he is always happy that the dog thief is controlling the government of the Northern Dynasty. He is ambitious and stares at our southern country, killing our people and harming our people. Why does Brother Zhang insist on being with such monsters? ?”

"I'm not from the Southern Dynasty!"

Zhang Moxie said indifferently:

"I'm from the Western Regions. If you have to say it, I'm a citizen of the Great Chu Dynasty. Zhao Hu, the king of the Southern Dynasty, is not in the right place. I don't recognize him. Besides, my dear brother, who do you think Yeluchong was killed by?" Assassinated?"

The leader gave a chuckle, quite charming, he snapped his fingers and said:

"I asked Qu Xie to do it, not only to kill Yeluchong, but also to kill Zhao Hu, the leader of the Southern Dynasty..."

"This world is chaotic, I really have seen enough! Since the two are incompetent and cannot unify the world, I will choose another person who has the ability to unify the world, why not?"

Ren Hao was born in a soldier and had fought vicious battles with the Northern Dynasty people, so he didn't have any good feelings for the Northern Dynasty thieves.

Hearing what Zhang Moxie said, Ren Hao was furious.

He took a step back, raised his fists, and said:

"What does Brother Zhang intend to do?"

"I, I want to unify the Demon Cult!"

Zhang Moxie leaned on the evil sword, played with the sword jade in his hand, and said to Ren Hao calmly:

"Commander the people of the Demon Sect, enter your Central Plains, unify the martial arts, and erase all the divisions of good and evil that brought chaos in the world! Not only that, I want to see the world unified, the country peaceful and the people safe!"

"Brother, in a few decades, the world will undergo great changes. If the world is still in such chaos, this Central Plains China may be completely destroyed."

"It's okay if you don't understand me, and I don't beg you to understand, just, my dear, just don't get in my way."

"Brother, you are also a dragon and phoenix among people, and I am also shocked by your martial arts talent. What do you say?"

Zhang Moxie asked softly.

On Ren Hao's fist, there was a strange zhenqi circulating endlessly. His fingers closed and separated again. After doing this several times, he let out a long breath, put down his fists, and said to Zhang Moxie:

"I'm not as ambitious as Brother Zhang, and I don't have ambitions in the world. It's just that I believed in you, but I couldn't trust the Demon Cult under your command!"

"Since Brother Zhang wants to command the Demon Cult and attack the world, I will follow the righteous path, win the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance, and call on the heroes of the world. If your Demon Cult does evil, I will not sit idly by!"

"hehe"

Zhang Moxie laughed exaggeratedly, and laughed backwards and forwards, as if he heard something funny.

After he finished laughing, he said to Ren Hao:

"it is good!"

"Brother, the two of us make a resolution here tonight, let's see who will win in the future."

"Let's see you in Jianghu."

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Zhengding 15 years, April.

"boom"

On Mount Taiyue, the mountain gate collapsed, and hundreds of disciples retreated in panic. Amid the sect's shock, Zhang Moxie, who was wearing a black robe, walked up the stone steps step by step with his wife Feng Yuhan in his arms.

Feng Yuhan's complexion was as pale as paper, and the oil was exhausted, and Zhang Moxie relied on Zhang Moxie's qi to protect his heart and continue his life.

But Zhang Moxie, who was once high-spirited, was only 30 years old, but his long hair was already grey, and his eyes were full of pain and regret.

"Yuhan, hold on a little longer, we're almost there."

Zhang Moxie spoke softly to his wife in his arms.

Feng Yuhan could no longer answer him.

The situation of his wife made Zhang Moxie feel as if a knife had been twisted in his heart. In front of him, the disciples of Zhenwu Chunyang Sect rushed to stop him. It's staggering.

"Old man Chunyang!"

Zhang Moxie's voice went straight into the sky, he shouted:

"Five years ago, in Luoyang, there was a battle between good and evil, and I tied you, so I knew you had entered the innate realm! Your Taoist method is the best at healing wounds. Today, I don't come here for grievances, I just ask you to save me Make a wife!"

"If you don't save me, I will slaughter all Taiyue!"

Zhang Moxie was holding his seriously ill wife, standing in front of the Chunyang Zong Mountain Gate, surrounded by thousands of disciples, but no one rushed forward.

He is waiting.

Waiting for this legend to be the reply of Chunyangzi, a land god.

After a long time, a long sigh sounded from the top of the mountain.

"bang"

At the highest point of Taiyue, the door of the small Taoist temple that had been closed for five years was gently opened.

Zhang Moxie flew up with his wife in his arms, as if flying in the sky, within a few ups and downs, he fell into the Taoist temple.

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Zhengding 15 years, April.

Zhang Moxie took his wife to the Jade Palace on Mount Tai, and asked Taoist Ziwei, the owner of the Jade Palace, to heal his wife.

7 month.

In the Nirvana Temple in Lin'an, Zen Master Yuanwu turned the beads, took his hand from Feng Yuhan's wrist, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said to Zhang Moxie, who had a withered face in front of him:

"Benefactor Zhang, your wife is exhausted, and there is no cure in this world."

"If you hadn't used your pure and pure Qi to force her to continue her life, she would have gone half a year ago, but why should the benefactor be obsessed with this? Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the world and cannot be violated."

Zen Master Yuanwu spoke the cruel truth frankly, as if he was not afraid that Zhang Moxie would go crazy and slaughter the entire Lin'an.

He sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Moxie, while turning the rosary, he said:

"It's human nature for a benefactor to want his beloved wife to be resurrected, and the poor monk can understand it. But benefactor Zhang, just look at it, your beloved wife is unconscious now, and she is forcibly bound between life and death, and she can't recover , nor die."

"This is the most terrible torture in the world. If you really love her, why not let it go."

Zen Master Yuanwu proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and said to Zhang Moxie who was indifferent in front of him:

"Send your beloved wife into reincarnation, chant scriptures and pray for her. It turns out that she can avoid disasters in her life and grow up safely. If there is a destiny, maybe I can see you again in the world of mortals."

"You are a monk, what do you know about human love?"

Zhang Moxie said hoarsely:

"How do you know about me and Yuhan, how do you know about my guilt towards her?"

"The poor monk really doesn't know."

Monk Yuanwu laughed, and said to Zhang Moxie:

"But since the benefactor feels guilty, he might as well take this last chance to explain to Mrs. Ling, so as not to regret it for the rest of his life. The poor monk can help you."

After finishing speaking, the monk stretched out his hand and put it on Feng Yuhan's icy wrist. With the infusion of Buddhist qi into his body, Feng Yuhan's complexion became a little ruddy, and his eyes began to tremble.

But Zhang Moxie was even more sad.

This was probably the last time he and his wife spoke.

Not long after, Feng Yuhan opened her eyes in a daze, and she saw Zhang Moxie with a haggard face, like a teenager who had aged overnight, her green eyes were full of distress.

"Brother, what's wrong with you...?"

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, stroked Zhang Moxie's unshaven cheek, and said:

"Brother, where are we?"

"In Lin'an."

Zhang Moxie tried his best to calm down his tone, he said to his wife:

"I invited Master Yuanwu to treat your illness. You will recover soon. Xiao Chu and Xiao Lan are still waiting for you at home. You must get better soon."

"Brother, don't lie to me."

Feng Yuhan showed a weak smile, she nodded her thanks to Master Yuanwu first, and then said to Zhang Moxie:

"I know that when I vomited blood that night, it was time for me to die. My brother exchanged his life for mine. Don't do this anymore. I don't want to see my brother so haggard."

"Brother, let's go home."

Feng Yuhan closed her eyes and said to Zhang Moxie:

"I don't want to stay here, it's too noisy, I want to go home."

"Okay, let's go home."

Zhang Moxie picked up his wife, who was as affectionate as a feather, and sent the zhenqi in his body into Feng Yuhan's body continuously. He hugged his wife and left Nirvana Temple.

At the gate of the temple, Ren Hao was leaning against a tree, when he saw Zhang Moxie coming out, he took a step forward and said:

"I'm also cultivating Taoist Qi, maybe, I can..."

"Stop talking."

Zhang Moxie said casually:

"You are a leader of the martial arts. It's not good for you to be seen with me, the leader of the demon sect. If you really want to help, let your decent bastards not block the way home for me and my wife."

"Brother, let me say one last thing, whoever dares to stop me on this trip... will be the disaster of destroying the family!"

"J!"

"Also, don't cultivate your inner strength that you got from Penglai Xianshan, it won't do you any good."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Moxie picked up his wife and rushed into the bustling market in front of him like lightning, and disappeared above the eaves of the street in the blink of an eye.

Half a month later, on the Xiaoxiao Ancient Road leading to the Western Regions.

Zhang Moxie was riding on the horse, and Feng Yuhan was leaning on her cousin's arms like she was when she was young. She looked at the sunset in front of her eyes, her eyes were full of calm and satisfaction.

She hoped that this road would never end.

It was just her and her cousin, just clinging to each other and walking on.

"Yuhan, I know, although you haven't said it all these years, I know."

Zhang Moxie pulled the rein of the horse, closed his eyes, stroked his wife's withered and yellow hair, and said:

"It's all my fault. I killed too much that day and killed your father and family members. You can neither stop me nor save your family members, let alone hate me. You have lived so contradictoryly until now."

"Xiao Tongtang told me ten years ago that you are already weak and depressed. If you can't untie your knot, your life will be in danger."

"I tried my best, but it seems that I couldn't get you out of your knot. After you gave birth to Xiao Chu, you insisted on giving birth to Xiao Lan, so that your limited lifespan would be wiped out. "

Zhang Moxie said:

"It's all my fault, Yuhan. If I could have a little kindness in my heart and be more merciful that day, maybe you would be able to stay with me longer. This is my sin."

The leader of the Devil's Cult sighed, he clasped the sword jade tightly in his hand, and said:

"This is the punishment God gave me. It will take you away from me...I only hate, I only hate you. I was born 60 years earlier."

"My brother is talking nonsense again."

Feng Yuhan leaned against Zhang Moxie's arms, she was fascinated by looking at the magnificent red sunset in the distance, she said:

"I never blamed my brother. It was indeed my father who made the mistake. This is how things in the world are like this. The grievances and grievances are hard to resolve. I also want to accompany my brother to grow old. It's just that I have no luck."

"After I leave, brother, don't be too sad. I know you have great ambitions. Without my restraint, brother will only be freer."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Moxie chuckled lightly, and said:

"I have made up my mind. After you go, I will also leave this river and lake."

"16 years ago, on the Taihang Mountain, the immortal told me that he hoped to bring some changes to this world. I tried my best to do it. I worked hard for 16 years. Enough is enough. I am already very tired, Yuhan. "

"I just want to accompany you through the last journey. From then on, the grievances and grievances in this world have nothing to do with me, Zhang Moxie!"

"What about little Tongtang?"

Feng Yuhan coughed, she looked at Zhang Moxie, her eyes were as bright as back then, her brother is such a hero, and she couldn't get enough of it in her whole life.

She blinked and said in a sly tone:

"Brother, do you want Xiao Tongtang to wait for the rest of your life? Shaohua is easy to grow old, brother, maybe, this is God's reminder to let me go, so that you and Xiao Tongtang can have a match made in heaven."

"But, I have you in my heart."

Zhang Moxie stretched out his hand, gently pinched his wife's face, and said:

"How can I integrate into her again?"

"Brother lied!"

Feng Yuhan said with a smile:

"When my brother talked in his sleep many times, he would call Xiao Tongtang's name... It's the love gu, right? Brother, it has already entered your heart, and it can no longer be removed."

"If brother really loves me, then listen to me. After I go, you go to Miaojiang and marry Xiao Tongtang."

Feng Yuhan closed her eyes, smelling the smell of her brother nostalgia, she said:

"There is no one to take care of you, even if I go to Huangquan, I will feel uneasy."

"Brother, slow down, this road is so beautiful, let me take a good look..."

"Slow down."

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Zhengding 19 years, July.

In Yanjiao, a small village, a generation of strange people who have been missing in the rivers and lakes for four years, Mo Xie, the leader of the demon sect, looked at the silly little boy in front of him, dressed in rags, with dull eyes, and he couldn't see anything strange.

He frowned and stroked the big orange cat in his arms.

It took him four years and all kinds of hardships to find this orange cat from outside the Western Regions.

He whispered to the orange cat in his arms:

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Meow~"

The big orange cat in his arms let out a lazy cry, and it rubbed its head against Zhang Moxie, as if to urge him.

Zhang Moxie untied the sword jade from his hand that he had never left his body for 20 years, stroked it again, and handed the sword jade in his hand to the silly boy in front of him.

He stroked the boy's head and said softly:

"The fairy fate that people in this world can't ask for is yours after all."

"Son, tell me, what's your name?"

The boy held the kendama in his hand, and at the moment when the kendama was in his hand, there seemed to be a strange light flashing in his silly eyes, as if something that had been sleeping had been awakened for a moment, and fell asleep again Go for average.

He raised his head and grinned at the kind uncle in front of him who gave him a gift.

他 说:

"My name is... Shen Qiu."

(End of this chapter)