Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Okay, let's go and play."

"You little guy has a high probability of surviving to graduate. When the time comes, come to Zhenyaoguan to practice and practice."

Some perfunctory words to Yu Sheng, it seemed that he was not a ruthless person, Zhong Yushu got up decisively, and walked towards Sun Wen.

While walking, he was still muttering: "Dare to steal my business from the old man, today I will clean up the younger generation for Sun Gouxiong."

For some reason, seeing Zhong Yushu's murderous look, Yu Sheng suddenly felt pity for Sun Wen.

I always feel that something is going to happen to Sun Wen.

Watching from a distance, Zhong Yushu put his arm around Sun Wen's shoulders, dragged him like this, and walked into the distance.

No matter how Sun Wen struggled and resisted, it was useless.

In the corner, the two whispered for a long time.

Sun Wen's face was full of resistance.

In the end, Zhong Yushu stood up contentedly, patted Sun Wen on the shoulder, with a look of kindness and kindness from his elders.

Sun Wen, on the other hand, had a mournful face, but forced a smile on his face.

After his mood improved, Zhong Yushu's heart became wider. When he passed by Xu Yuanqing and Pavilion Master Lin, he didn't forget to smile at them.

The two middle-aged men who were kneeling facing each other finally stood up.

And, as soon as he got up, he held down Zhao Zicheng who was in the distance.

There was a friendly exchange that lasted several minutes.

The originally dignified and oppressive Zhenyao Pass was now full of joy and laughter.

But everyone vaguely noticed that this year's Mo Academy freshmen seemed to be a little different.

In Xu Yuanqing's assignment, Yu Sheng also joined the logistics.

Looking at a soldier who was seriously injured and unconscious, he was a little dazed.

Two hours passed.

The town demon is closed, and it has a new look.

All the corpses and wounded were transported away, followed by a group of professionals with knives skillfully decomposing the monster.

Dig out demon crystals, demon cores.

Eventually the body was separated.

Shipped away again.

Everything was organized and exceptionally skilled.

Witnessing the perfect work after a great war with their own eyes, everyone's mood gradually became heavy.

Originally, they were yearning and curious about Zhenyao Pass.

And feel very fresh.

But now, if they had to say it... here, it's cold, but warm.

The coldness comes from the Yaozu.

temperature...

From comrades.

It was dusk.

"Compared to previous students, you are lucky."

"At least there was no war when you entered the customs."

"But equally, you are also unfortunate, because what you see is not the blood on the battlefield, but the desolation and sadness after everything is over."

"Now, the entrance ceremony, the last item."

"Take the hero's path!"

"Xiaguan!"

Xu Yuanqing looked at the students standing in a row in front of him, and said calmly.

It's just that when he talked about the way of heroes, he paused.

In the distance, the innumerable soldiers all focused their eyes on a few of them, watching silently.

Take a deep breath: "Heroes, I am not qualified to say."

"You...see for yourself, listen for yourself, and...understand for yourself."

"Use your heart!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a staircase not far away.

There are many steps leading to Zhenyaoguan, for transporting supplies, dealing with demon clans, and even... collecting corpses.

But there are only two places that have never changed.

The way of passing on the torch.

The newcomer enters the customs.

Hero way.

The wounded retreated.

In this somewhat depressing atmosphere, Zhong Yushu who was in the distance suddenly said, "Boys, remember!"

"Don't ask where the hero comes from, even if he is late, he is still the backbone of the human race."

"I have walked this road, Liu Qingfeng has walked it, and the people in the old barracks have all walked it!"

"But I don't hope that one day, you will go there a second time!"

"The first generation, the second generation, and even the fourth generation didn't do it."

"But I hope that you, the fifth generation, will tear down this pass with your own hands one day."

"Wait, let me strengthen my human race!"

As Zhong Yushu's voice fell, the soldiers leaning against the wall with some laziness got up silently and stood up straight.

Xu Yuanqing took two steps back.

Give way.

He turned around and merged into the crowd of soldiers behind him.

Collectively clenched their right hands and hammered their hearts.

"Wait, let me strengthen my human race!"

The sound is uniform.

What is revealed in the eyes is anticipation.

This is also one of the annual entrance ceremonies of Mo Academy's freshmen.

From the forerunners, the hope and guilt of the younger generation.

What I hope is that one day in the future, the students of the younger generation will fulfill their unfulfilled ideals.

Unfortunately, it didn't end in this generation.

The 149th year of the Dawn Era.

This is the case every year.

never changed.

The impact of the scene in front of him came so suddenly, but also so shocking.

These famous fighters are connected together like a sea of ​​people, their bodies are still stained with blood, and their eyes reveal that kind of ferocity and violence.

But in the face of the future of the human race, they hide this fierceness in their hearts.

Try to show your gentleness.

finally...

Zhong Yushu, who was standing at a high point in the distance, and the famous general beside him bent slightly together.

For a moment, the eyes of Zhao Zicheng and others became moist.

Even Sun Wen's breathing became a little heavy.

He has boarded many times.

But this kind of...

He met for the first time.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why his grandfather insisted on letting him come to Mo Academy.

Because Mo Academy... really has a different charm.

Lin Xiaoxiao's tears kept dripping, the tombstone boy, the strong man clenched his fists, his eyes filled with infinite fighting spirit.

Zhao Zicheng leaned against the wall, muttering something incessantly.

And Yu Sheng was a little lost.

He... once again saw with his own eyes... a different scenery from Sin City.

This kind of scenery seems to be... very beautiful.

It even makes people want to blend in.

He stood silently in the corner, with his head slightly lowered, without saying a word.

"Now..."

"Finish the hero's way!"

Xu Yuanqing spoke again.

A group of people walked towards the stairs silently.

There was a sudden roar in the distance, accompanied by the roar of monsters.

"Enemy attack!"

"Eagle Stream Mountain!"

Accompanied by the shouts, these soldiers turned around silently, returned to their positions, and waited quietly.

Yu Sheng and the others paused.

Especially Zhao Zicheng, the tombstone boy and giant, clenched his fists.

"Don't look back!"

"Take the hero's way, wait for me at the end!"

Xu Yuanqing's voice sounded again.

Hearing the sound of fighting behind them, everyone gritted their teeth and walked towards Guanxia.

Staring at the backs of the crowd, Xu Yuanqing smiled and murmured to himself, "Now is not the time to use you."

When you're done, turn around.

Join the battlefield.