Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The town demon is closed.

Yu Mo didn't know when he let go of the hand he had been holding tightly all along.

The face also changed from dignified to soft.

The Confucian scholar appeared next to Yu Mo at some point, his face was full of weakness, and his Confucian shirt was even more disheveled.

"came back?"

Yu Mo smiled.

The Confucian scholar nodded lightly, with a little relief on his face, and said, "Well, I don't need to revive myself..."

"Can you..."

"Do you want to take a picture?"

With that said, Yu Mo took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and handed it to Confucian scholar.

"it is good."

The Confucian scholar nodded and pointed the camera at Yu Mo.

"I'm Yu Mo."

"The executioner of the human race, full of evil."

"actually..."

"The biggest con I've ever done was... just..."

Yu Mo's hand hidden in the wheelchair was strangling his own flesh, and his nails even sank into the flesh, so that he could barely maintain his smile: "My...surname is not Yu, let alone a descendant of the Yu family. "

"The descendants of Yu Yongyan..."

"How could you do something like this to me?"

Yu Mo lowered his head slightly, but soon raised it again: "Of course, I have deceived many people..."

"Yu Sheng, Sun Wen, Yu Sanshui..."

"There are too many names, so many... I can't remember clearly."

"original..."

"I thought, if the human race is destroyed, it seems like a good idea for me to become a dog in the Demon Realm."

"But Yaoyu was defeated..."

"Returning to the human race, what fate I will face, I know very well..."

"Ha ha..."

"But I don't regret it, once I succeed, my bones will die."

"Some things have to be done."

"Some roads have to be walked by someone."

"It's just... my path, now... has come to an end."

"Actually, there are still many things I want to say, but when I think about it carefully, I don't know what to say."

"If possible..."

"Um..."

"Bury me in the demon realm."

"My teacher..."

"Where I used to be."

At the end, a relieved smile appeared on Yu Mo's face, which was full of sincerity and clarity.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the sun above his head, and slowly closed his eyes, full of enjoyment.

Confucian scholar seemed to have noticed something, he threw his phone aside and rushed towards Yu Mo.

Including several other Jiujue nearby!

but...

A dull sound suddenly came from Yu Mo's body, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It all came so suddenly.

It was only half a second before and after.

"Yu Mo!"

Confucian scholar's eyes were a little red, and he put one hand on Yu Mo's shoulder, constantly instilling spiritual energy.

"No... no use..."

"Confucian scholars..."

"Go...back to Sin City..."

"Here...is not for you..."

Yu Mo slowly opened his eyes, still looking at the sky obsessively, as if yearning for the sun.

He tremblingly raised his right hand and stretched it into the air, as if trying to grab something, but in the end, it fell down weakly, and at this moment, he completely lost his breath.

"No!"

"No!"

"There is a chance!"

"Yes, I can fantasize!"

"That's right, that's it, that's it..."

Facing Yu Mo who had stopped breathing, the Confucian scholar's eyes were lost, and his mouth kept murmuring.

"Yu Mo has already..."

"Lie in peace..."

A Jiujue old man sighed softly, his eyes full of regret.

"No!"

"He's not dead!"

"You are all my imaginary existences. Since I can imagine you once, I can imagine them twice!"

At this moment, the Confucian scholar seemed so stubborn!

He even firmly protected Yu Mo's body.

He glared at anyone who came close.

finally...

The people who closed the demon town have dispersed...

The rain fell, washing the stains on the ground.

As if to wash away everything left on the battlefield.

Blood and water mixed with rainwater continued to flow into the cracks in the ground.

Soldiers of the human race silently collected the corpses of their compatriots, passing by Confucian scholars from time to time.

pointing at...

These people have also left.

The Confucian scholar was still standing beside Yu Mo, with one hand resting on the wheelchair, and he never stopped sending spiritual energy into Yu Mo's body from the beginning to the end, and even looked at the sky ecstatically.

"why..."

"I can't revive him..."

"If he can be resurrected, I am willing to give up my chance to become a fairy."

"this world..."

"Is there really a fairy..."

At some point, the Confucian scholar finally came to his senses, his face was full of vicissitudes, and he no longer had the simplicity and clarity of the past.

He smiled bitterly.

Just like that, he pushed Yu Mo's wheelchair and walked towards Yaoyu, and finally buried him in Tianqiongjian, the mountain where Ji Hong sat all year round.

Because Yu Mo said...

To bury him here.

But Confucian scholars still couldn't figure out why Yu Mo didn't bury himself in the human race.

Perhaps Confucian scholars...

He must be the only one who stood by Yu Mo's side from beginning to end.

No matter what Yu Mo did, he would stand firmly behind Yu Mo. Although he would look bitter when he was beaten, he never really flinched.

Since that day, Confucian scholars have gone...

Did not return to the human race.

I have never participated in any seminars on cultivating immortals.

Some people said that he saw the Confucian scholar return to Sin City with his own eyes. From then on, he did not care about world affairs, did not enter the world of mortals, but only lived and died alone in that cold Sin City.

perhaps...

The moment a Confucian scholar no longer believes in immortals, he is already dead.

He died in front of Yu Mo's grave, and also died in his own heart.

Terran victory...

Folks turn into a sea of ​​joy.

Countless people rushed to tell each other, leaving tears of excitement, and even an unknown number of old people stood on the street on this day and shed tears.

Po Jun did it, they really planted the flag on Tianqiongjian with their own hands.

The Reserves did it...

They firmly blocked the monsters from the four passes, and did not let them take half a step.

The human race is reforming, and the human race is planning its future development.

Faced with the sudden increase in land, there is nothing left to do.

The tinder of hope is lit in people's hearts.

but...

Heroes are dead.

that day.

Under a certain sun...

Zhao Zicheng took Xiao Xiao, carrying a dark red tombstone on his back, dragging his tired body, and returned home numbly.

When he saw the tearful wife, he finally forced a smile on his face full of vicissitudes.

"You... you're back..."

"Well, I'm back."

"No...don't fight anymore?"

"do not fight."

"Muyu, where's Artest?"

"They...here..."

From that day on, Zhao Zicheng put the tombstone in his yard forever, removing his status as the city lord.

Xiaoxiao completely depends on this family.

It's just that occasionally when I look at the tombstone, I'm always in a daze.

and also...

Yu Sheng is gone.

Since that war, he has never returned, and his whereabouts are unknown.

When the human race was giving birth, it was rumored that Yu Sanshui, a nine-jue hero of the human race, solemnly went to Mobei City, Zhao Zicheng's house, opened the door and went in, howling for a full hour before leaving in embarrassment.

And the next day, Zhao Zicheng said in a speech that he has been improving a little recently, and feels that he may break through Jiujue at any time, so he practiced with Yu Sanshui.

However, this claim was once questioned.

People speculated that the missing Yu Sheng was hiding in Zhao Zicheng's home, but no one dared to look for evidence.

Um...

But their eyes finally fixed on Zhao Zicheng's wife.

Every time she buys vegetables, she always buys food for five or six people. Occasionally, when she buys vegetables, she will mutter...

'Yu Sheng', 'I'm mad at my wife', 'Can't chat'

After waiting for a series of keywords, anger was written on his face.

The gossip is spreading everywhere, buzzing...

It's a pity that it's only kept on the gossip.

Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan, the two old comrades, ran away for the rest of their lives, and after missing work, they were ordered to act as the pavilion masters of the Mo Pavilion again.

I keep worrying about all kinds of bad things every day, swearing from the sky.

As for Xin Yongfeng...

After enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city for a while, he finally left.

City life still feels a bit noisy to him.

Unfortunately, the mountains have been destroyed.

But he found a job as a forest ranger, and he was quite comfortable, wandering around in the mountains every day.

It is worth mentioning that this time, he does not seem so lonely.

There is an extra bird beside him.

That unlucky bird.

I don't know why, but it relies on Xin Yongfeng so much, no matter where he goes, it follows behind him, and it will nag him from time to time.

It's fun to play around.

It can be clearly felt that the smile on Xin Yongfeng's face is much more than before.

But also...

There are only a few Jiujue people in the human race, and two of them... chose to commit suicide on a quiet night.

Not just nine senses, eight senses...

Even among ordinary reserve soldiers, some people do the same.

When the goal that they have persisted in for a lifetime is suddenly realized, they suddenly find that they have no motivation to live.

This feeling scares them.

until...

Lead them to the darkness.

Mo Academy is still a myth in colleges and universities, but the teachers have changed a batch, and most of the photos of the seniors have become black and white.

Military Academy, disbanded.

When there is no war, the military academy loses its meaning of existence.

Oh, and!

Yu Sanshui, this guy who wanders among thousands of flowers, is married.

It was the woman who hunted the soul.

It's just that Yu Sanshui doesn't look very happy, he often has a sad face, and occasionally hears a woman's cry, he will subconsciously tremble, far from the chic and exquisite before, but full of the vicissitudes of time, he has truly become A middle-aged man.

Zhenyao Pass has been demolished.

When Zhenyaoguan was demolished, I don't know how many people cried in the middle of the night...

There, it used to be their belief, and it was also...

their souls.

But now, everything is like the wind, quietly disappearing.

Mid-Autumn Festival.

Small courtyard.

The moonlight swayed on the tombstone, but for some reason, everyone didn't feel gloomy.

A six or seven-year-old girl was playing in the yard.

Xiao Xiao kept teasing her.

"Lin Xiaoxiao!!!"

"How long are you going to stay at my mother's house! How old are you, and you won't get married!!!"

"Is it interesting to bully my daughter every day!"

"Look at the rest of their lives and time, how conscious they are, they have already left!"

A woman wearing an apron stood at the gate of the courtyard, with her hips on her hips and cursed.

Lin Xiaoxiao shrank her neck in fright, stuck out her tongue: "I know, I know~"

She said perfunctorily, then picked up the girl violently, smiled, her eyes narrowed into a slit!

"Let me see our classmate Xiao Zhao!"

"I'll share your chicken legs with my sister later, okay~"

The little girl wrinkled her nose and said in a childish voice: "Impossible!!!"

"Stingy!"

Lin Xiaoxiao is not to be outdone!

In the yard, the sound of fighting came again.

Zhao Zicheng stood in the corner of the yard holding a wine glass, looking at the tombstone, smiling...

But before he knew it, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

"Mid-Autumn Festival..."

"Are you... all right?"

"For this wine, respect Sun Wen, respect Artai, respect Mu Yu, and respect...Xu Datou."

"Respect Chu Yu, respect Zhong Lao, respect Ji Hong!"

"Respect Wanwan to the brothers who fell in front of Zhenyao Pass."

After speaking, Zhao Zicheng was silent for a moment, and then took a deep breath, showing a relieved smile on his face.

"I respect you too..."

"Yu Mo..."

With a murmur, Zhao Zicheng poured the wine in the cup into the soil.

"What gift are you going to give me for Mid-Autumn Festival!"

In the distance, Lin Xiaoxiao saw Xiao Zhao was still smiling, but Xiao Zhao nodded seriously, ran back to the room, took out a box, and placed it in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, waiting for praise.

"ah..."

"He really prepared a gift for me!"

"My sister won't grab your chicken legs today!"

"Let me see, what are you going to give to my sister..."

Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed her hands expectantly, and opened the cardboard box in front of her.

Accompanied by the sound of whimpering, a pure white puppy shook its head and got out of the box, looking at the world with ignorant and curious eyes.

For a moment, Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Looking at the puppy in front of him, his eyes were red, and a tear fell uncontrollably on the ground.

"Sister Lin, yes... don't you like it?"

"I'm sorry, don't cry, I...I'll give you all the chicken legs..."

Xiao Zhao was a little flustered, and raised his little hand to wipe the tears on Lin Xiaoxiao's face.

"No..."

"This gift..."

"I love so much."

Lin Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Zhao, smiled happily, and tightly hugged the puppy in her arms.

As if liking the smell emanating from Xiaoxiao's body, the puppy gently licked Xiaoxiao's arm, and finally fell into Xiaoxiao's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

"perhaps..."

"I have to go now..."

Xiao Xiao muttered to herself, and finally looked at Zhao Zicheng with a sweet smile.

Time flies...

Unknowingly, the Yaozu has only existed in history, and the children born later even have a vague concept of Zhenyaoguan.

They just learned from their elders that once...

There is a group of very powerful people who defeated the demon clan and saved mankind from the fire and water.

Yu Sheng, Zhao Zicheng, Sun Yingxiong...

These names have become legends and myths.

Cities have been established in the original demon domain, and only one plain has been permanently preserved.

On the plain, huge ruin-like boulders stood upright.

Two figures walked on the plain and finally stopped somewhere.

"The 732nd wish, revisit the old place!"

"Finish!"

One of the teenagers spoke seriously with a gentle smile on his face.

The girl stood beside him, nodding slightly.

"The next wish is..."

"Visit an old friend!"

"Lao Zhao's house, let's go!"

The young man was full of vigor, and he waved his arms seriously and said.

But the girl shook her head slightly from the side: "Your movements are still unnatural."

"Ok?"

"Then should I wave like this?"

"Is that still the case?"

The boy repeated the action he had just done in the second grade, with a penetrating expression.

"This should be!"

The girl also gestured.

The two discussed along the way, gradually drifting away.

"What's the next wish?"

"Lecture at Mo Academy."

"That's not a wish, it's a job."

"What's the difference?"

"Same."

Only a faint voice continued to echo in the air.

A gray-haired old man, bent over like this, holding a wine bottle in his hand, came from another direction, but after walking almost, he sat down panting, looking at the ruins in the distance, his eyes full of emotion.

A group of tourist groups passed by, and the tour guide headed by them held a red flag in their hands, and kept asking for something.

The old man just watched with drunken eyes.

"Master, it's not hot if you wear so much, don't suffer from heat stroke."

A teenager looked at the old man, said with a smile, and then handed him a bottle of ice water.

"I!"

"But the 132nd session..."

"International students of Mo Academy..."

"No... not afraid of the heat."

As he spoke, the old man took another sip of wine and leaned against a boulder.

The boy looked at the old man and smiled.

"Class of 132?"

He couldn't help but joked: "Then you know Yu Sheng! It's in the history books! Yu Sheng!"

"The rest of my life..."

There were some memories in the old man's hazy eyes, and finally he said with a drunken smile: "I have seen and talked about it!"

"Come on, sir!"

"You drink slowly, blow slowly!"

The boy shook his head with a smile, and still put the cold water in front of the old man.

The old man just smiled without explaining.

"The uncle..."

"Let me ask you another question. Since you are from that era, do you know where this is?"

The vicissitudes of time were revealed in the old man's muddy eyes, looking at everything in front of him...

The tour guide happened to be passing by holding a flag, and he spoke almost at the same time as the old man, all with a proud tone, saying solemnly...

"here..."

"Once upon a time, there was a demon pass..."