Shadow of the Beautiful World - Extra 1. Disaster

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This short story is about some things about Zhang Moxie, which was originally going to be added to the new book.

But it doesn’t feel appropriate to add it anymore. After all, there has been a gap of more than ten years between him and Shen Qiu. If it is imposed, there will be a sense of tearing the story.

These four extras are equivalent to Zhang Moxie’s “chronology”, containing some important personal events of Zhang Moxie. If the plot comes to mind in the future, there may be more.

Because “Zuo Dao” is still in its new book period, I had to update the old way faster. If I add more than 10,000 words of testimonials, the number of words will be more when it is released, which is not good for the book itself.

Therefore, I put it in the “Shadow” Fanwai. These fanfare are all testimonials and do not receive VIP subscriptions, so everyone should have fun and take a look.

Uh, another important reason is that this 665 is too ugly. I want to put together a 666 for good luck.

In the twenty-three years of Yonghe, strange beasts appeared in the foothills of the Taihang Mountains, and the heaven condemned the former Chu. In those years, the Central Plains, Liaodong, and Huainan were mostly affected by earth movement, causing hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries.

On July 17, the former Chu Lingdi met Tianzhu in the Yanjing court and died in horror.

In the following month, the Liaodong Tong Wujia assistant Yeluchong got up and Bingfeng pointed directly at Yanjing.

Years, the world was in chaos.

The Western Regions, the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains, and the place where Daxue Mountain meets, are home to the ethnic groups of the Western Regions, where hundreds of ethnic groups live together. The chaos that has just risen in the Central Plains has not yet continued here. This place is still on the edge of the Great Chu territory, and there are also Han people for generations. Live here.

It’s just that in recent months, the prosperous business road leading to the great world beyond the sky has been blocked by weird things. Some traders say with certainty that it is the great wind and sand that lasts all day long in the desert, like a wall, The land outside the territory is isolated from the land of China.

This vision caused panic for a while, and the Holy Fire cult, which was widely spread in the Western Regions, took the opportunity to preach some doomsday arguments and threatened ordinary people to convert to its so-called orthodox beliefs.

But some knowledgeable people will not believe this.

Although it has been a thousand years since the end of the Dharma era, the whole world’s aura has dissipated, but the family sects that have inherited still know the aura era a thousand years ago.

In that era, no matter what kind of visions appeared, it was not surprising. This big storm that isolated from the outside world was also commonplace.

Some ancient families that survived in the Western Regions were even a little pleased with this vision. They felt that this was probably a sign of great changes in the world. Maybe, after a few years, more than a dozen years, and decades later, the aura might return. Up?

At that time, everyone will set foot on the road to the sky, draw the spiritual energy into the body, build the foundation and nourish the soul, and lift the clouds to soar. Isn’t it beautiful?

Of course, in any age, if you want to be successful in your practice, you cannot do without the help of spiritual things. If you can find some good spiritual things in this age of the end of the law, it will naturally be of great benefit to your future practice.

It’s just that the world knows that spiritual things are hard to find. They have to have great opportunities, and great good fortunes are not available. But recently, the seven martial arts sects under the snowy mountains have unexpectedly found such opportunities.

“Snapped”

The whip dipped in salt water was drew fiercely on the young man’s chest and abdomen, making a harsh sound, leaving another blood mark on the scarred body.

The young man hung on the wooden shelf lowered his head, as if he had passed out during several days of torture.

“Huh”

A bucket of cold water was poured on his head, and the water poured into his nasal cavity. The agitated boy suddenly raised his head like a fish out of the water, revealing a handsome face.

This boy can’t be described as an exaggeration with sword eyebrows and stars, but there are also a few scars on that handsome face.

“Master Zhang, let me persuade you to say it.”

The big man holding the whip grinned and threw the **** whip into the salt water bucket beside him. He akimbo, and said to the young man tied to the wooden stand in front of him:

“You are also the eldest son who has been spoiled and raised since childhood, why bother to let yourself suffer this kind of suffering? Although fairy fate is good, it is also for the virtuous.”

“You dedicate the immortal fate you have found to Master Feng, your Zhang family can rise up in the Seven Jue Gate, and you can also get some great benefits. This is for you, for your Zhang family, They are all rare and beautiful things, so why bother?”

This persuasion is too explicit.

The boy from the Zhang family who was tied to the wooden frame laughed weakly, as if to say something, probably because he was too weak, so that his voice was very weak, like a mosquito.

The rough man stepped forward, trying to hear clearly, but a mouthful of **** saliva was quenched and hit his face.

The boy grinned, his white teeth were full of blood, his complexion distorted, like a captured cub, he shouted in a hoarse voice:

“Feng Junzhuo is a fate of immortality and harmed his own brother! Killed 37 people in my Zhang family! It is really a wolf-hearted person! It is my Zhang Moxie who has not known secret affairs, and brought me the Zhang family to the tragic disaster. This death is dead! Let’s go to Huangquan and reunite with my family!”

“It’s just that fairy fate, ha ha.”

The teenager sneered. He said:

“I would rather it be ruined than to hand it over to Feng Junzhuo’s perfidy!”

“what!”

After being humiliated by Zhang Moxie, the man holding the whip became furious. He grabbed the whip and struck Zhang Moxie over the head and face. The sound of the whip hitting the flesh and blood was unusually grim.

After torturing a stick of incense, Zhang Moxie fainted again. The big man was relieved with grievances, then dropped his whip, cursed, and walked out of the gloomy dungeon.

Feng Men asked them to pry open Moxie’s mouth as soon as possible, so that from this young man, they could know the true secrets of fairy fate.

It’s just that this Moxie, although he was a teenager, had a character that would rather die than surrender, which is really annoying.

Not long after, a petite figure sneaked into the dungeon. She was wearing a dress of western women’s light gauze, with a veil, and a silver ring with beads on her hair.

A pair of big eyes, a tall nose, and a little cute baby fat on her cheeks. The most peculiar thing is that the girl’s eyes are green, which is a remnant of the Hu people of the Western Regions.

Hu and Han lived together in this place for a hundred years. It’s not uncommon to look like this girl of mixed blood.

However, such a perfect girl who can combine the gentleness of the Han family with the western style is really rare.

She carried an oil-paper bag in her arms, like a cowardly little mole. As she walked, she looked around. After seeing Zhang Moxie’s tragic situation, her big eyes suddenly revealed a touch of heartfelt distress. And sadness.

“Cousin, cousin?”

The girl put the oil paper bag in her arms on the ground, walked forward, took out the handkerchief from her sleeve, and tried to wake up her cousin while helping Zhang Moxie wipe the blood off her body.

There was heavy guilt in her eyes.

Among the seven elders, there are 13 elders. Both the Feng family and the Zhang family are one of the elder families. The Feng family is the head of the family and has a higher status.

It is a pity that because my cousin went to the Central Plains, it is said that he got some fairy fate, which led to the siege of the remaining 12 elders. The Zhang family was destroyed a few days ago, and only the Moxie in front of him survived.

But this is not a lucky thing. Feng Sect Master left Zhang Moxie just to find out whether the fairyland exists.

“Uh…”

Under the call of that girl’s grief, the extremely weak Zhang Moxie slowly opened his eyes and let out a painful moan.

He turned his head blankly, looking at the girl beside him, Zhang Moxie’s eyes showed a complex light, with hatred and disgust, but also a little intolerable.

“What are you doing?”

Zhang Moxie cursed dumbly:

“Hurry up! I hate you when I see your Feng family!”

“Cousin!”

The girl was scolded by Zhang Moxie, and tears filled her big eyes. She sniffed and said:

“The evil thing was done by my father, and it has nothing to do with me. Why did you murder me? You wouldn’t be so harsh to me before.”

“Who knows if you are Feng Junzhuo, the old dog, sent to spy on intelligence?”

Seeing the girl cry, Zhang Moxie felt soft. He knew that his cousin was very innocent and grew up with him and was not such a bad-minded person.

But he said wickedly:

“Even if it is not, this is not where you should come, cousin Yuhan, leave here! Don’t let your wolf-hearted father know about it, you will be involved in that time.”

“Father won’t know.”

Feng Yuhan wiped his eyes, took the oil paper bag from the ground, opened it, took out some beef, held it with his hand, and fed it to Zhang Moxie.

Zhang Moxie was extremely hungry, but he was still vigilant.

“Hurry up, cousin, this is something I stole from the kitchen. Don’t be afraid of your father knowing. Father has been possessed for the past few days. Several elders in the door are searching around your house, waiting to dig out the ground. A hole comes.”

This girl was also uncomfortable.

She only learned about the tragedy of the Zhang family yesterday, and she also knew that her father had done it.

“Father must have been fascinated by evil spirits, so he did such a thing, cousin, you…”

“You don’t have to speak for him.”

Zhang Moxie said coldly:

“The human heart is sinister, separated from the belly, if it weren’t for this kind of thing, who knew that my’Uncle Feng’ was such a crazy person, in order to seek immortality, he could do such things.”

“He is crazy, Yuhan, your father has entered the demon way. He has disregarded the relationship of the world in order to cultivate. He is a real monster in the world!”

Feng Yuhan lowered his head and did not refute.

Her identity is too awkward and too tangled, and there is no way to speak on this matter.

“You are not a direct child in your family, you are not taken seriously, if it is involved in this matter, I still don’t know what your father will do to you.”

Zhang Moxie barely had enough to eat. He tried to move the zhenqi in his body, but he was tightly sealed by a dozen needles stuck in his body and couldn’t move at all.

He said to Feng Yuhan:

“I don’t believe you either, you should leave quickly.”

“Cousin, you and I grew up together, even if you hate your father, I will help you.”

Feng Yuhan gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Moxie:

“You have to believe me.”

Zhang Moxie was silent.

In the current situation, if you want to escape for life and avenge the family, you really need a foreign aid. He looked at Feng Yuhan before him, and after changing his eyes several times, he whispered to his cousin:

“You do something for me.”

“Cousin, you say.”

Feng Yuhan listened, and Zhang Moxie whispered to her:

“Go to your father’s room and fetch my wolf sword and my personal clothing. There is a piece of jade, sword-shaped. It is my Zhang family heirloom. Be sure to get it. When I’m in the evening, wait for me outside the dungeon.”

“Ok.”

Feng Yuhan nodded, and heard Zhang Moxie say:

“And this magic needle on my body, help me pull out an inch, don’t pull it too much, and then give me the hairpin on your head.”

The cousin cleverly pulled out a hairpin from her hair, stuffed it into Zhang Moxie’s tied hand, and then pulled out a little bit of needles from Zhang Moxie’s body.

Under Zhang Moxie’s urging, she put away the greased paper bag on the floor, cleaned up all the traces, and hurried away.

Zhang Moxie watched his cousin leave, his eyes were complicated.

This is a risk, but the risk is not big.

If cousin Yuhan is really a spy, he won’t lose anything. The immortal fate given to him in Taihang Mountain is beyond the reach of others.

The next day, another day of torture, Zhang Moxie’s performance was no different from before.

But in the body, the needle that was pulled out of the inch could no longer hinder the flow of true air. Zhang Moxie endured the whipping, but continued to accumulate strength. Until midnight, the dungeon was quiet, and the executioners were all gone. go away.

Zhang Moxie took a deep breath and gathered the Zhen Qi accumulated in his body on his wrist. As his fingers moved, the hairpin that had been held for a day began to poke the cowhide rope on his wrist again.

True Qi blessing makes the hairpin sharper than ever.

“Snapped”

With a soft sound, the rope broke, Zhang Moxie moved his left hand, and then stretched out his hand to untie the rope of his right hand, legs and waist. He staggered for a few steps and wiped the **** sweat on his face.

The sharp hairpin rotated a circle in the palm of his hand and was accurately buckled. The young man leaned on the wall and strolled along the tunnel.

After the disaster, his heart was murderous.

In his childhood, Feng Yuhan held a large package and waited anxiously outside the dungeon.

“Snapped”

A palm with learning was suddenly placed on Feng Yuhan’s shoulder, shocking the girl. She turned around and saw Cousin Moxie standing behind her.

The cousin was covered in blood and still had murderous aura on him, just like a lone wolf escaping from a tiger’s den.

Zhang Moxie smiled at his cousin, reached out his hand to take the package, put on his clothes, put the family heirloom knife on his back, and hung the grey sword jade on his wrist.

He looked back at Feng Yuhan, who was full of worries with a light gauze.

He took a step forward, took his cousin’s slender waist, and took off the veil. Under Feng Yuhan’s stunned gaze, the two’s lips were joined together and they kissed deeply under the moon.

“I know you’ve been in love with me since childhood, Yu Han.”

Zhang Moxie said to his cousin whose cheeks were red:

“You live up to me, I will live up to you in this life… Come with me, my cousin will marry you gracefully, it won’t be long.”

Two years later, the second year of Zhengding, the eighth day of May.

The Qi Juemen General Altar is burning with corpses everywhere, full of blood and energy. Except for Feng Yuhan, the Feng family has 47 people from Feng Junzhuo and below, all died at the wedding banquet today.

The corpses of the 12 elders of Qi Jue Sect who were drained of blood were thrown away under the throne of the Sect Master.

In the burning flames, Zhang Moxie sat on the throne of the master, holding Feng Yuhan in a red wedding robe in his arms.

He held his wife’s slender waist with his left hand, and Feng Yuhan buried his head in his cousin’s arms, not wanting to see those terrible corpses.

In Zhang Moxie’s right hand, he was leaning on a magical straight blade with a red light.

The name of the sword is evil, from Kunlun.

Under his feet, he was stepping on Feng Junzhuo’s deadly head.

Under the thirty-three steps full of corpses, the seven dead men who survived the massacre knelt tremblingly in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of dead bodies, and no one dared to look up at the blood sea demon.

There are more than six hundred people in the Qijuemen. After an hour today, only these sixty people are left…

“From now on, I, Zhang Moxie, will be the master of the Qi Jue Sect!”

Zhang Moxie closed his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of his wife’s long hair. He whispered:

“Wait.”

“Can you complain?”