After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 148|15th Military March

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Unlike Yu Xingzhi and Wang Ruyi, who were tense for a moment, Ma Huaizhen’s eyes fell on Yan Shiyuan, and he slumped into his wheelchair on the ground. His expression did not change and he said: “It’s just the right time.”

Originally, I was worried about the three little ones behind me, but now that they all came to my door, Ma Huaizhen was no longer polite.

Yan Shiyuan's face turned pale when he saw the opened willow boxes in the aisle on the second floor.

"Who allowed you to translate?! Ruyi, was it you?"

Facing Yan Shiyuan, Wang Ruyi felt guilty. Hearing this, he did not dare to say anything. He quickly waved his hands and lowered his eyes nervously.

With this scene in full view, Yu Xingzhi calmly dragged his broken leg and took a step in front of Wang Ruyi, cutting off the visual communication between the two.

Wang Ruyi's eyes widened. The young man's expression was not very friendly and he said nothing. From Wang Ruyi's direction, only Yu Xingzhi's strong jawline could be seen.

Ma Huaizhen raised his lips and smiled, and asked in a calm and deep voice: "I also want to ask the boss, if you put these things in the inn, aren't you afraid of scaring away the few guests?"

Yan Shiyuan took two steps forward and his face became even uglier: "This is not a 'thing'."

Ma Huaizhen said decisively: "This is your comrade."

Yan Shiyuan walked all the way to the second floor and raised the willow box that was lying on the ground: "If you knew, you should respect them even more."

After carefully studying Yan Shiyuan's expression for a while, Ma Huaizhen took the initiative to soften his attitude for the first time and said in a low voice: "Boss, please calm down. We just have some things that we are not clear about and would like to ask the boss to answer."

The middle-aged man picked up the body parts on the ground and placed them piece by piece in the box again.

This scene originally seemed very scary to Qiao Wan, but with Jing Yongxin’s memory bonus, facing this box of corpses, Qiao Wan found that she could no longer feel the emotion of "fear".

Closing the willow box again, Yan Shiyuan glanced at Ma Huaizhen.

Although the man is disabled, his cultivation is unfathomable and he is obviously not someone he can afford to offend.

If you had a conflict with him here, it would be okay if he got hurt, but if this inn he carefully maintained got hurt...

Ma Huaizhen took the initiative to give in. Yan Shiyuan was silent for a moment, and then took a step back: "What do you want to ask?"

"This inn." Ma Huaizhen said, "There are also these boxes."

"As you can see, this box contains all my comrades."

Ma Huaizhen asked: "Are you under the banner of 'Su'?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Yan Shiyuan's face: "Fellow Taoist, do you know the flag with the word 'summer'?"

Ma Huaizhen: "In order to deal with the demonic realm for hundreds of years, the cultivation world has been divided into eight armies..."

To tell you the truth," the man said with a half-smile, "I am under the banner of 'Han'. ”

Yan Shiyuan: "Fellow Taoist, is this the same injury?"

Ma Huaizhen said calmly: "Injured on the battlefield."

"I see." Yan Shiyuan murmured, and when he raised his head again, the gloom and vigilance in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Ma Huaizhen: "The Summer Flag and the Han Flag belong to the north and south respectively. I know very little about the matters under the Summer Flag. However, I have heard that the Summer Flag suffered heavy losses in the battle of Fufeng Valley. ."

In order to facilitate control, the cultivation world divided all combat forces into eight flags in eight directions, each guarding the "eight gates".

The "Cang" flag in the northeast, the "Kaiming" flag in the east; the "Yang" flag in the southeast; the "Su" flag in the south, the "Bai" flag in the southwest, and the "Changhe" flag in the west " flag; "Youdu" flag in the northwest; "Han" flag in the north.

The Xuanwu Sect, Lingxiao Sect, and Qingyun Sect were all grouped together under the Summer banner because they were located in the Thirteen Continents in the South.

In this battle, "Feng Zhao", a disciple of the Yunyan Sect in the "Su" flag, rebelled and returned to the Demon Realm, leading to the battle of Fufeng Valley and heavy casualties in the cultivation world. More than half of the elite disciples of small sects such as Xuanwu Sect, Lingxiao Sect, and Qingyun Sect were killed or injured. From then on, they failed to recover. Within a hundred or two hundred years, they were either annexed or exterminated by other sects.

If Ma Huaizhen was not sure before, but now combined with these jade cards and a little association, it is not difficult to restore the true identity of the sinister soldier on the street.

When mentioning the past and being touched by the sadness, Yan Shiyuan was silent for a long time: "You are right. I am indeed a monk under the summer banner."

Qiao Wan crossed her hands and placed them on her knees. She sat up straight and listened quietly to Yan Shiyuan's story about the past.

There are still many things she doesn't understand, such as the evil blue-eyed Buddha and "what he hears and practices".

"I am a coward by nature, and even though I went to the battlefield, I did not dare to charge. The same was true in the Battle of Fufeng Valley, so over time, the work of cleaning the battlefield fell on me."

……

The wind in Fufeng Valley is rough and cold, and it lasts all year round.

The Demonic Realm is approaching fiercely, the cultivation world has suffered heavy losses, and the battle situation has become almost one-sided. Under this situation, many disciples in the Qi training period of small sects have been dragged onto the battlefield, and there are even many... A few people have just opened the Tao realm and learned to draw Qi into their bodies.

"The north is the battlefield for the big shots."

One evening, after cleaning the battlefield, Cao Luping said meaningfully while sitting together eating dried steamed buns.

People are divided into three, six or nine grades, and the battlefield is also divided into battlegrounds and abandoned ones.

The so-called big shots are those who can move mountains with one sword and can serve as millions of soldiers with one hand. They have nothing to do with Qi training disciples like them.

But this did not prevent a group of people from sitting together after the armistice, covering their wounds and chewing cold and hard military rations.

"I heard that Master Yuqing of the 'Han' flag, with his own strength, killed 480 people in the Demon Realm and stirred up the snow-capped mountains in the northern ice field."

Behind the Snowy Mountains in the north is the base camp of the Demon Realm. Therefore, most of the top combat forces in the cultivation world belong to the "Han" banner, which is the so-called "battlefield of the big shots."

As for those in Fufeng Valley, they are not as shattered as those in the north. Here, they are all fought out with flesh and blood.

"What?" Miao Chunhui said with a smile: "You still want to compare with Yuqing?"

Cao Luping also laughed: "How can I compare with Yuqing Zhenren? I just thought that it would be great if I could win this battle sometime."

"Almost." The person who spoke was a round-faced girl in red, named Zhang Xia, with a battle armor being mended spread out on her knees.

In this case, the blood stains on her face could not block her beautiful and soft eyebrows. Zhang Xia pursed her lips and smiled slightly: "I heard that the higher-ups have started to counterattack recently."

"Counterattack?" Miao Chunhui asked curiously: "How to counterattack? Feng Zhao, do you have any news here?"

"I heard that Su Buhuo, the God of War in the Demon Realm, disappeared some time ago." In the crowd, a pale and handsome young man smiled and said: "Recently, Meng Guangze, the headmaster of Taiping Academy, united with Kunshan and decided to break into the Demon Realm's lair and take advantage of the With this tone, he sealed the old thief Shiyuan in one fell swoop and cut off the head of Demon Realm."

"This was news a few months ago," Zhang Xia bit off the thread and was lost in thought, "I don't know if it was successful or not."

Cao Luping: "This seal is said to reach the Qiyue and Ten Mountains in the east, the Kunshan mountains in the west, the Daxue Mountain in the north, and Qize Mansion in the south of the Thirteen Continents in the south. It is supported by the spiritual energy of the world's spiritual veins. The great formation of heaven and earth.”

"Qize Mansion in the Southern Thirteen Continents?" Yu Baocheng asked in surprise: "Yunpan, isn't this your hometown? Is there a spiritual vein there?"

Cen Yunpan, who was called Yunpan, smiled: "Yes, my home is indeed there, and there is indeed a spiritual vein in my house."

Yu Baocheng wanted to say something more, but Cao Luping immediately gave him a secret wink.

The Cen Mansion is close to the south. A total of thirty-six disciples came this time. Thirty-five of them have died so far, and only Cen Yunpan is left. Why are you bringing this up so politely?

"If I can win," Cao Luping said with a smile, "I will go down the mountain immediately."

Immediately someone asked: "Are you no longer cultivating immortality?"

"Yes, who wanted to be a swordsman before?"

"I will stop cultivating if I don't," Cao Luping waved his hand. "I don't have the qualifications to waste my time on the mountain. This life is too short. I can stay on the mountain for a hundred or two hundred years, but my wife at home cannot afford to delay."

After hundreds of years of cultivation, it is finally completed, so what? Looking back, I saw that the stove at home was dusty, the hut was dilapidated, and just how many piles of graves were there in front of the door?

"Jing Yongxin, what about you?"

"Me?" The dark-skinned boy pursed his lips and smiled sheepishly, "I want to go home, I miss my mother."

As soon as he said this, the men in front of him burst into laughter.

"How old are you? If you don't think about your wife, you still think about your mother-in-law."

But after they finished laughing, everyone was silent for a moment, staring at the cold moon in the night sky without saying a word, munching on dry food.

I don’t know who said it in a low voice: "I miss my dad too."

“I miss my mother, she is the only old one in the family, and I don’t know if she can take care of herself.”

"I miss my daughter. She was only this tall when I left."

"Stop talking, stop talking, why are you talking about this? It made me cry."

After another brief silence, everyone looked at each other.

Cao Luping said with a smile: "If I go back, I will use this technique to become a national master."

Yu Baocheng slapped his thigh: "If I go back, I will marry three or five wives!"

"You want me to go back." Jing Yongxin said with a smile: "I will take my brother around."

Stop working, Zhang Xia tilted her head and thought: "Let me think about it, if I go back, I will..."

The girl's eyes flickered slightly and fell on Yan Shiyuan unconsciously.

"By the way, where are you, Lao Yan?"

Miao Chunhui poked his elbow: "I want to ask you, if this battle is won, what do you want to do?"

Yan Shiyuan was stunned: "Me?"

"Ask you," Miao Chunhui said with a smile, "Why don't you speak?"

"Don't force him, who doesn't know that our 'Prince of Hell' is timid."

"Hahaha who just entered the battlefield. He was so scared that he didn't dare to move a step and almost peed his pants. If I hadn't been quick with my eyesight and quick hands, the head on your neck would have been saved." Cao Luping said with a smile: "Don't I'm afraid, just keep our family letters and I will protect you when we go to the battlefield."

Him?

Yan Shiyuan smiled bitterly.

How dare he expect this? In the current situation, he has been trapped in Fufeng Valley for more than three months, and he has not even seen the shadow of reinforcements.

However, the atmosphere was so good, he did not want to spoil the fun of his comrades, and said casually: "If I go back, I will open an inn."

Looking at Zhang Xia, the round-faced girl in red, Yan Shiyuan's throat felt a little dry.

Then let Zhang Xia be the boss lady.

In fact, everyone knows that they have been struggling here for more than three months, and reinforcements have never arrived and will never arrive.

Who would have thought that this battle lasted for three full months and was outflanked front and back. A total of 30,000 people were trapped and died in this valley. Most of them starved to death.

Now that they are out of ammunition and food, the only thing they can do is to look at the cold moon in the night sky after every truce, and weave themselves a dream of peace.

I don’t know who sighed lowly: "If I could go back, I would build a thatched cottage in front of the mountain and plant a few peach blossoms. It would be best if there is a mountain stream in front of the door. I usually go fishing. When you're done, take it back, cook two delicious dishes, call some of you, and let's drink together."

"If only, if Master Yuqing could come here to save us, we would be saved."

"A powerful man who can move mountains with one sword..."

The chatter is getting quieter and quieter.

Someone sang softly.

“I joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of eighty.

When I meet a fellow villager, who is there at home?

Looking into the distance is Jun's house, with numerous pine and cypress tombs.

The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.

The atrium gave birth to the valley, and the well gave birth to the sunflower.

Chong the grain to make rice, and pick the sunflower to make soup.

The soup and rice are cooked for a while, but I don’t know who will eat them.

When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears. ”

Gradually, everyone stopped talking and looked at the cold moon in the sky in silence.

The next day was another new day, and the reinforcements still didn’t come.

Blood dyed the morning glow red.

No one expected that in this desperate situation, Feng Zhao rebelled, and the pale and handsome young man rebelled and returned to the Demon Realm, and together with the Blue-Eyed Evil Buddha, gave them a fatal blow.

It turns out that this is what is called great power.

A golden light almost covered half of the battlefield.

Before this absolute power suppresses, human life is like an ant and is worthless.

"Get out of there!!" Cao Luping was covered in blood and was pricked by arrows all over his body like a hedgehog. He turned his head with all his strength and roared at the top of his lungs: "Run! Run out with our family letter!!"

The man's eyes are almost bloodshot.

"Just take advantage of now!! Run away for me!"

"You are cowardly and incompetent, so don't die here!"

When Yan Shiyuan touched the thick pile of family letters in his arms, tears burst down his face.

Miao Chunhui is dead.

Yu Baocheng is dead.

The youngest among them, Jing Yongxin, also died.

Stumble all the way forward.

Run——

Yan Shiyuan was dizzy and thought breathlessly.

Run out——

"Yan Shiyuan!" The familiar roar sounded again, and Cao Luping cursed: "Be careful!!"

The last half of the word was stuck in my throat before I could finish it.

Warm blood suddenly splashed all over him, and Yan Shiyuan turned his head blankly.

In front of him, Cao Luping blocked the fatal golden light for him.

Red blood lines spread all over the man's body, and his body disintegrated inch by inch, scattering corpses on the ground.

Before he died, the man's eyes were about to burst, and tears of blood almost flowed from his eyes: "Run..."

"When you get to the battlefield, I will protect you, brother."

……

He can't escape.

Seeing his comrades fall one after another, Yan Shiyuan's whole body was shaking like chaff, and he hid under the mountain of corpses, gritting his teeth tightly.

While touching the family letter on his chest, Yan Shiyuan closed his eyes and prayed desperately until his mouth and tongue were dry.

Don't see him, don't see him, don't see him.

My heart beats like a pounding.

Bang bang bang.

Yan Shiyuan's eyelids opened a crack.

The evil Buddha is approaching.

The evil blue-eyed Buddha walked slowly and leisurely, stepping on a mountain of corpses, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.

The corners of the young monk's lips curved into a smile, and his green eyes were as soft as spring water.

Obviously their eyes were not meeting each other, but Yan Shiyuan's whole body felt cold when he caught a glimpse of those green eyes, feeling that he must have seen him.

A golden light flew out——

When Yan Shiyuan's soul was shaken, his hands and feet were cold.

This golden light was not directed at him.

With the golden light, the pile of corpses on his body also fell apart!

He is hiding under the bodies of his comrades, and his comrades are all above him...

Burying his head lower and deeper, Yan Shiyuan shivered and tears flowed down desperately.

It's him...it's him who is too cowardly and too timid.

It's because he failed to live up to expectations.

Up to this time, he was still hiding under the corpses of his comrades, using the corpses of his comrades as his own shelter, and eking out an existence.

Although the evil Buddha didn't look at him, Yan Shiyuan somehow knew that he must have found this coward hiding under the body of his comrade.

The first golden light penetrated Miao Chunhui's chest.

The second golden light cut off Zhang Xia's slender and white neck, and the girl's gentle smile stopped abruptly.

The third golden light cut Cen Yunpan in half.

It seems like hundreds of years have passed, and it seems like only a few blinks have passed.

The evil blue-eyed Buddha walked away.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yan Shiyuan pushed away the corpse above his head, climbed out of the pile of corpses covered in blood, and looked back to see the broken corpses on the ground.

The eight-foot-tall man stumbled, fell to his knees, howled in despair, and broke down in sobs instantly.

He wants to collect the bodies for them.

He...he wants them to rest in peace.

……

In the inn.

Yan Shiyuan said in a deep voice: "After Feng Zhao rebelled and returned to the Demon Realm, he refined all 30,000 people into walking corpse Yin soldiers. They have been driven and enslaved by him for hundreds of years. Later I crawled out and started collecting I want to collect the remains of my comrades in coffins and give them a resting place."

So over the years, he traveled to many places in order to collect the bodies of his comrades.

He took this inn, or this tomb, and wandered around alone.

Because he had heard a few rumors, he dug a grave in the middle of the night, and was looked down upon, expelled, and beaten. He did a lot of wrong things and bad things, and in the end, he came to the ghost market.

In the past few hundred years, he has been living in a ghost market, looking around, going out in the morning and coming back at noon.

He wants to find them.

He...he also wants Zhang Xia to be the boss's wife.

He wanted them to live comfortably and safely. When everyone gathered, he would take the inn to find a beautiful place with mountains and streams to live in, and plant a few peach blossoms. . I usually go fishing, take it back after fishing, cook two delicious dishes, and invite some brothers to drink together.

This box after box of corpses are all his comrades.

"You are right." Yan Shiyuan looked at Ma Huaizhen, "This inn is full of murderous coffins."

"Because this is their resting place."