Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Yu Sheng stopped in his tracks and looked at the city gate from afar, as well as the soldiers standing on the gate who hadn't fully accepted the result for a while, causing them to be a little dazed.

In the distance, the poisonous gas has not dissipated.

Yu Sheng bypassed Zhenyao Pass, went to the deep mountains, shuttled through the deep mountains, and returned to the human race.

No credits, no chats, not even the joy of victory.

Yu Sheng returned to the Terran area peacefully with his wounds that had not completely healed.

He didn't even think that what he was doing was so important.

It's like a deal is done, that's all.

Sitting in the car, Yu Sheng did not start the car directly this time, but took out his mobile phone and checked the things that need to be paid attention to when driving on Baidu, including some teaching videos.

He looked very carefully, recording every detail.

In the end, when he put down his phone and started the car again, he no longer had the weird feeling before.

It is quite satisfactory.

Turn on the ignition, pull the handbrake, start the car, and leave steadily.

Perhaps, in Yu Sheng's heart, there once lived a casual young man who liked freedom, was not bound by rules and regulations, and traveled the world with a powerful and unconstrained style.

But this young man, after all, will be smoothed out and behaved in a satisfactory manner until... he dies completely.

……

"Knot... over?"

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't come down, and I could have a big ending."

Zhao Zicheng had bandages on his arms and gauze wrapped around his body. He fell on a simple stretcher, his only eyes blinking, a little dazed.

At this time, most of the soldiers had already walked down from the Zhenyao Pass, or returned to the human race to stick to their posts.

Or, go to the other three passes, and then guard the city pass.

After the war ended, the faces of these people became much more relaxed. When chatting with each other, some smiles returned to their faces.

More medical teams came continuously from the rear to treat the wounded.

This sudden tranquility after the real end makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

After receiving the battle report from the front line, announcements were sent out one after another within the human race, spreading wildly on the Internet.

"This battle is a great victory."

"Slaughtering countless demon clans, the master of the demon domain led the monsters and fled in the face of the wind!"

"Show off the prestige of my human race!"

And attached, are several names listed separately.

"Sun Dahu, An Xin, Zhao Qingyi, Ma Sangu..."

Similarly, including those who carried out the shadow plan in the dark cabinet, the dark cabinet issued a eulogy and announced a long list.

Due to the large number of casualties, the list of reserve personnel is still being counted.

In short, this string of words has imperceptibly diluted the post-war joy a lot.

……

"Go back and see them..."

"Stay with them for a few days, then sleep deeply..."

Dome off.

Yuan Qingshan looked at Kong Hongfang's back and said with a soft sigh.

Kong Hongfang didn't look back, but leaned on the city wall with both hands, looking at the demon realm in the distance, with melancholy eyes.

"never mind."

"A few days of reunion will only bring more pain."

"They are used to the days without me, and they broke into their lives rashly, and fell asleep again..."

Kong Hongfang didn't continue talking, but just sighed softly.

Yuan Qingshan smiled wryly: "That is to say, the old man will be a villain again, and now the old man is also the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion. Maybe we can consider handing over the job of offending people to others."

"You still have to work hard, Mr. Yuan."

"At least they trust you."

Kong Hongfang shook his head with a smile, looking at Yaoyu a little absent-minded: "War...hehe..."

"This resuscitation didn't hurt much, and the next resuscitation will save materials."

"I've already written the list..."

He turned around, took out a note from his pocket, handed it to Yuan Qingshan, and walked into the distance.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a few more wrinkles between his brows, making him look a little older.

"Oh, right."

"There is one more thing to trouble Mr. Yuan, that is... um..."

"Give this to my daughter."

Kong Hongfang, who was tall and rough, who was happy and fearless in the face of the two demon masters, now blushed slightly, lowered his head in embarrassment, and took out two pairs of bracelets from his pockets.

"I bought them outside when I had time, a pair for my wife and a pair for my daughter..."

"Just say...just say..."

"Forget it, don't say anything!"

Kong Hongfang covered his face and walked away, leaving only Yuan Qingshan holding the note in one hand and the bracelet in the other, standing there, a little dazed.

"You guys are talking about love, and you want this old man to write a love letter for you? What's wrong with the world!" Yuan Qingshan cursed viciously, then turned and left.

……

In the next few days, the tension within the human race finally dissipated a lot.

Many families breathed a sigh of relief watching soldiers returning from the front line.

But again, many more families are grieving.

That long list, all of them have something to say.

This, perhaps, is what Chu Huai said, no matter how they concealed the information before, causing them to despise the Yaoyu, but as long as the final death list is taken out, all that will disappear.

It was also on the ninth day after the end of the war that Yuan Qingshan and Qi Tian officially took over the position of the Pavilion Master of the Mo Pavilion.

Inside Mo Academy, the bell rang continuously.

Perhaps many years later, the history books will record this battle with only a few simple strokes.

But I don't know how much blood and tears are contained in these few strokes.

The tranquility now is all for a better explosion in the future!

And in this ink academy...

Yu Sheng has been asleep for seven full days and has not woken up yet.

Including Zhao Zicheng and others, as well as many old and new students, are all in the process of collective healing.

The smell of disinfectant permeates the entire campus.

Only Sun Wen is still busy in the logistics team, constantly transporting the wounded and supplies, but he has not returned yet.

The snow has passed, and spring has come.

There is a fresh breath in the air.

Inside the ink academy...

The spirit of spring is high, and a hundred flowers are waiting to bloom.

(Vol. VII, final.)