Old Monster [Touhou Undefeated colleagues]

In the night of late autumn, the darkness is boundless, but the rain keeps falling, and the surrounding is filled with biting chill.

The mountain at the back of Heimuya, the place where the past generations of the Sun Moon God Sect are buried, where the gods and ghosts are not close, there are towering old trees, and the heavy rain is pouring down, as if the end of the world is coming.

In front of a newly built earthen grave, there are vaguely vegetarian incense candles, which have been ravaged by heavy rain and wind.

The rain washed the tombstone, and the six characters of "Tomb of the Undefeated in the East" were impressively engraved on it.

The bloody lacquer-stained characters and the rough stone stood helplessly like this, without any identity support, no inscriptions narrating his great achievements, and even the title of leader of the Sun Moon God Sect was deprived.

In fact, these are nothing, this small earthen grave is smaller and cruder than those of the deceased elders.

Ren Woxing naturally hated him so much that it would be no exaggeration to file his bones into ashes, but why give his bones a resting place?

What is the reason for such hypocrisy?

His eyes saw several black urns lying on the side of the grave, already shattered, and the contents inside were washed away by the heavy rain, and it was impossible to see what was mixed in the soil.

The fluttering paper lantern in his hand was almost extinguished, but he could vaguely see a remnant piece of cloth among the broken porcelain pieces, with gorgeous embroidery on it, red and dark purple with gold threads...

In an instant, Dongfang understood what was in the black urn almost immediately.

It was a robe he sewed stitch by stitch with his own hands, and put it on his beloved. He even remembered Brother Lian's surprised and admiring eyes after putting on the clothes.

Dongfang stretched out his blood-stained hand, and grabbed onto the tombstone with such force and hatred that his knuckles turned white.Suddenly grasping with five fingers, the top of the tombstone has been silently turned into powder under his hands in an instant.

After all, the paper lanterns couldn't stand the storm, and the candlelight was finally extinguished.

The last ray of light flashed across his face, pale, cold, with unparalleled hatred.

Who else in this world can be so cold, so gorgeous, so crazy and so arrogant.

He is undefeated in the East!

There are no two Undefeated Easts in the world, he is the only one!

Yes, he is still alive.

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From the back mountain, to the bottom of the Black Wood Cliff.

Dongfang Bubai's black hair was loose, wet from the rain, sticking to his cheeks, making him thinner.

The pink clothes on her body were gorgeous but dilapidated, and her chest was wrapped in thick gauze, which was stained with blood.

His whole body's power has dropped to [-]%, and he can't even make big movements with too much force, the wound will burst open at any time.

In fact, he really didn't know why he was still living in this world, his memory was still frozen in the moment when he threw himself on Brother Lian and died together.

who is it?Who saved him?Are there really gods in this world?

Just now when he inspected the tomb, the loose soil was washed away by the heavy rain, and after a little digging a few times, the coffin was exposed, and there was indeed someone lying in the coffin stained with blood.

The person or God who rescued him seemed to have insight into the opportunity and knew when he would die and when to be buried. He did not save him when he was still alive, but after he died in pain, he died in a deserted place. place, and revived him.

Yes, when he woke up, he found that he was sleeping in a small cave.

This simple and narrow cave was not formed naturally, but someone dug it abruptly.

No, it wasn't excavation. The formation of the cave wall seemed to be under one blow, and the rocks of the mountain could not bear the force and were defeated. It existed to save him.

At the peak of his skill, could he achieve such a soul-stirring blow?

Dongfang Bubai, who is number one in martial arts in the world, may not be able to do it, so who would it be?Maybe there really are gods in this world.

Everything else may not be important, the important thing is that he is still alive.

But what can he do while alive?

Everything he had in his life before was for the Sun Moon God Sect.

In order to be the leader, he worked hard to practice the Sunflower Book, and his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. He thought that he would be able to dominate the world, aspire to the top of the Central Plains, and rule the world. Who would have thought that he would gradually become disgusted with this worldly power dispute.

By the time he achieves great feats, the position of leader of the Sun Moon God Sect will no longer be meaningful to him.

Everyone said that he was vicious, vicious and cruel...

However, he chose to keep Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying behind, and let them find the opportunity to retaliate wildly, just because he was thinking of Ren Woxing's kindness in his heart.

He really is not worthy of being a leader.

Dongfang looked up at the skyscrapers and cliffs, and in the darkness, there were countless ghosts rushing towards him with their fangs and claws, pressing their heads down.

There is a suffocating sense of dignity and terror.

Between the cliffs, there were faint lights flickering, and he knew that it was the believers guarding the mountain walls who were on duty.

He raised his face and let the wind and rain invade his body. His body was cold, but his heart was even colder.

Imagine how proud and arrogant Ren Woxing should be now, and what a miserable end would be for those subordinates who surrendered to him in the past, just like... Brother Lian.

Thinking of Yang Lianting, Dongfang couldn't help smiling miserably, and couldn't help but clutch his chest tightly with his fingers.

Yes, the only thing he can do while alive is to kill Ren Woxing, not only Ren Woxing, but also Ren Yingying, Xiang Wentian, Shangguanyun, and the most hated villain Linghu Chong!

Linghu Chong's swordsmanship is very good, Dugu Nine Swords really deserves its reputation.

If it is said that the martial arts of the Sunflower Book made him make rapid progress, then what about Linghu Chong?

As long as there is enough time, Linghu Chong's Duhu Nine Swords may be his greatest enemy in this life.

But he had to avenge this revenge!

With his current martial arts, it is absolutely impossible to deal with Ren Woxing and Linghu Chong, so he has to be patient, he must be patient.

Even though these people are singing, celebrating, laughing and sarcasm wantonly, he has to endure it.

He wanted to scrape these people thousands of knives and chop them into meat to comfort Brother Lian's spirit in heaven.

Dongfang took a deep breath to calm down the impulse in his heart.

He turned around with a cold face and was about to leave Heimuya, but he saw a group of people walking not far away, which was extremely abrupt in the dark night.

These people are dressed in white clothes and sackcloth, holding oil-paper umbrellas in their hands, and they are rushing towards them. The style of clothes is unique to our sect.

This dazzling white is shocking in the dark night.

Dongfang immediately hid behind the tree, watching all this silently, but had strange thoughts in his heart.

The looks of these few believers were unfamiliar, and it seemed that their attire was not high in the church. How could they be so bold and dare to openly wear mourning clothes to offend the bad luck of their own profession?

What's even more strange is that among this group of people, there is another person accompanying them.

This person was dressed in the robes of the Huashan sect, and on his head was a bamboo hat that covered his face from the rain.

Such a strange combination, how can it not be eye-catching.

Dongfang watched the pedestrian pass the password and sat on the bamboo basket hanging from the cliff.

After the gong sounded three times, the bamboo basket slowly went up, and all this was clearly the same as before.

In a moment, the bamboo basket had disappeared in the darkness.

Without hesitation, Dongfang flipped his fingers, and an embroidery needle shot upwards, straight into the rock several feet high.

The red silk thread passed by like a light dream, and then his figure fluttered upwards.

When approaching the cliff, tap your toes lightly, use your strength to pull out the steel needle, and continue to shoot upwards.

In the blink of an eye, he had already swung several zhangs, hundreds of times faster than the winch.

Heimuya has always been heavily guarded and noise is strictly prohibited, but it has never been so cold and lonely like tonight.

There are white gauze decorations everywhere, fluttering in the cold wind.

Dongfang Bubai hid in the dark, calming his breath, his chest was already in unbearable pain from the big movement just now, luckily no one was alarmed.

When he saw the teams of teachers passing by, everyone was wearing mourning clothes, he couldn't help frowning subconsciously.

Just now at the bottom of the cliff, except for the few believers who went with the Huashan sect in mourning clothes, the others were as usual, but on the cliff it was a different scene.

Who is dead?But have to hide it? !The answer seems to be on the horizon.

The group of congregation in front of him was about to enter the iron gate, after Dongfang heard the password clearly, while those people were checking their badges, he flew out the needle without thinking. Injected into the back of the head of the crowd, killing without leaving a drop of blood.

The needle flew out from the forehead, the hand turned lightly, the red silk thread wrapped around the man's neck, and the corpse had already flown back.

Faint blood dripped down the silk thread and fell into the dust under the feet, like the flowers of each other blooming in hell.

The bloody flower was quickly washed away by the heavy rain, leaving no trace.

He gently took back the needle thread and wrapped it around his wrist, the fingers were already stained with blood.

It's been too long, and he has forgotten the color of the silk thread at the beginning, whether it was as bright red as blood, or whether it was dyed with blood at all.

Take off the mourning clothes of the believers, and they are already dressed in three or two strokes.

His face was pale, his lips were pale, and now he was wearing a white robe, which made it look like snow or an ice sculpture.

The beating firelight shining on his face could not melt even a trace of coldness.

He stretched out his hand and caressed the three words 'Xu Fushou' engraved on the black wooden waist card. Dongfang hung the belt expressionlessly on his waist, and then quickly turned out from the dark place, striding towards the brigade to follow behind the congregation. and go.

He was not afraid that someone would recognize him, since he practiced the Sunflower Canon, he lived in seclusion, and in the end he did not appear in front of the world at all, and only a few cronies could see him.

Furthermore, since the palace, his appearance, figure, and demeanor have changed a lot. Back then, Tong Baixiong was as close to him as brothers, so he couldn't recognize him at a glance.

Now that Woxing is in power, there will be no old subordinates left, he would like to see how many old faces are still on this Black Wood Cliff, who else in this world can recognize him except Ren Woxing Come.

The triple iron gate in front was still heavily guarded, but with the badge and password of 'Xu Fushou', he was able to go all the way unimpeded.

But the more we walked up, we found that there was no one guarding the stone avenue at all, only countless pine torches reflected the road like daylight.