Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Chu Yu walked out of the archway with a book in his arms.

There is no crowd.

Instead, he stood on the top of the rockery and let the breeze blow his hair.

Yu Sheng and other freshmen of the 140th class, according to their seniority, stood at the back and watched silently.

Of course, those people in every corner don't count.

them...

In name, perhaps they are no longer considered students of Mo Academy.

Even if Mo Academy admits it, they don't recognize it in their own hearts.

In their hearts, they are only worthy of standing in a corner where no one is watching, watching this ceremony from afar.

I have seen it countless times in my dreams, and I can't wait to use my body to replace it...Graduation ceremony.

Even, for this they can pay their own lives.

but...

Graduation ceremonies year after year, faces that are either familiar or unfamiliar, just...do not belong to them.

So far, all the teachers and students of Mo Academy have arrived.

But those who are alive, without exception.

this moment...

All the honors belong to those who are about to climb that high platform and leave.

Alone...your own pride.

From adolescence, to youth, the best years of life...

Biggest affirmation.

In the sky, from the principal to the dean, they are still floating in midair, like the god of war.

Indulgently exudes its majestic energy.

"Mo Academy has been established for 140 years!"

"A total of 563 graduates!"

"today..."

"The 140th graduate, Su Mo, Bai Yu!"

"I have been in school for several years, and I have been with you all the way. It is a great honor for me to wait for the teacher!"

"May... the way forward..."

"I don't regret this life!"

"Mo Academy..."

"Respect!!!"

Accompanied by the principal's sonorous voice, in the distance...

A young man, wearing a white Confucian shirt, holding a folding fan, walked slowly with a smile on his face.

In the eyes of everyone, step on the stone steps of the high platform.

Step by step...

Finally reached the top of the high platform.

"Su Mo!"

"Five years in school, Siwen Yunxun."

"The 135th session, champion of the freshman competition."

"Beheaded 125 cultists, 84 wanted criminals, entered the demon realm three times, and killed 362 monsters."

"Climb to the Yaoguan Pass, 36 days!"

"today..."

"Liujue, graduation!"

The vice-principal wore his own presbyopic glasses, and plainly told about Su Mo's achievements.

It was just a series of cold numbers, which contained a lot of blood and tears.

I don't even know...

How much did Su Mo pay for this?

How much have you witnessed.

When he climbed onto this high platform, he looked around and saw the people who went to school together and fought...

All are gone.

This is an honor.

Similarly, it is also a loneliness.

Su Mo stood on the high platform in silence, thinking about the flirtatious words, thinking about how to pretend to be aggressive.

But when he really stood here.

Looking at one after another with envy, anticipation, and curiosity.

Those immature faces are very similar to their former self.

for a while...

Su Mo's eyes were a little rosy.

Own...

It turned out that he was also a member of the audience.

It’s just that the him back then had classmates, brothers, and teachers who were out of tune...

There are countless ideals and ambitions.

He even purely imagined that one day, he would stand on this high platform with all his classmates and enjoy the eyes of others!

but...

He watched in the audience for one year, two years, three years, four years...

Gaotai is always there.

But there are fewer and fewer comrades standing beside him.

Even his teacher, who was out of tune and always thinking about how to bully them every day, had left forever.

Until that fourth year...

Only myself, to look up, to look up.

Thinking of my ambition again, I couldn't help but want to tell, the moment I turned around, there was... no one around me.

Now, he finally stood on the high platform.

It's just like what I imagined back then, but...it's a different scene, another emotion.

in the crowd...

The newlyweds, still walking together, couldn't help whispering to each other.

There was only curiosity in his eyes.

The second grader was silent for a while, but looking forward to the high platform, he looked forward to it.

after that...

A lonely, scattered third-year student, only silent.

As for those scattered in the farthest corner, trying to hide themselves in the dark...

Take a deep breath.

Su Mo clenched his fists tightly.

"Ink Academy!"

"Class 135, mentor Meng Dong, monitor Fan Zhe, classmates Qi Ming, Yao Xinxue, Li Wei...Su Mo!"

"All staff report!"

"Graduate today!"

Su Mo's voice trembled a little, and his clenched hands were a little pale.

But he tried his best to maintain a calm tone.

Even squeezed out a smile abruptly.

"I can't figure out why they cry after graduation!"

"When the time comes, when our brothers go up there, it will be full of vigor and excitement, so we must laugh at them severely!"

"Yes, we graduated with a smile!"

"On the day of graduation, I will definitely beat Meng Papi hard!"

In the first year of school, they naively made their wishes.

smile!

Graduation with a smile!

Su Mo's smile bloomed, and he tried his best to maintain his elegance and demeanor.

It's just that tears still fell from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably after all.

"Entering Mo Academy..."

"All members of the 135th class... have no regrets!"

In the end, Su Mo turned around and looked at the teachers who were divided into two rows, and the old man in the sky...

Take a deep bow.

"Su Mo is here, waiting for all the staff for me...Thank you."

The principal and the others just nodded slightly. In the next second, they stopped suppressing their own energy, and awakened objects emerged one after another, echoing each other in midair.

Under the rendering of energy, it is so eye-catching.

even...

Compete with the scorching sun.

Words are spoken, but actions are spoken.

you...

It is also the pride of Mo Academy.

A teacher synchronized, showing his own awakening.

The flowers spread, paving a wide road under Su Mo's feet.

The fire phoenix spread its wings and surrounded Su Mo.

Surrounded by streaks of light spots.

Su Mo at this moment is so dazzling.

Including the students under the high platform, they also saluted collectively at this moment.

Inherit the hope of all the teachers and students of Zhumo College, and wish...

to the future...

That's your own path.

Keep...going.

A writing brush floated above Su Mo's head, and six brilliant crystals shone.

Su Mo stood in the center of the high platform.

again...

Take a deep bow.

back to the corner.