In July of the seventh year of Zhengding, outside Yanjing City.
Zhang Moye held a sword around his waist and looked at the capital of the Northern Dynasty in the dark.
Behind him was a tall figure, with a national face in life, with a strong face and clenched fists.
He shouted to Zhang Moye:
"Brother Zhang, are you really the rumored leader of the Demon Cult? "
“So what?”
Zhang Moye replied softly:
"Could it be that brother, I heard that I am the leader of the Demon Sect, so I don't plan to recognize me as a friend? Since we met five months ago, we have been in love with each other, traveling through the famous mountains and rivers of the rivers and lakes together, and visiting the palace master of the Jade Emperor Palace together, how free and easy..."
"Could it be that brother, just because I am the leader of the Demon Sect, I want to cut off my robe and break the righteousness?"
Zhang Moye chuckled, and he turned around and looked at the friend behind him.
His name is Ren Hao. He met Zhang Moye in Xiaoxiang and at the foot of Taiyue Mountain. The two of them were quite aligned and were of the same age, so they traveled together to famous mountains all over the world. It has been five months since then.
"In my eyes, brother is not such a superficial person."
Facing Zhang Moye's words, Ren Hao clenched his fists and asked:
"I confirm that I don't think that Brother Zhang is a bad guy. You are very righteous and cannot tolerate ugly things. When you see injustice on the road, you draw your sword to help you. You are a first-class hero."
"I don't care if you are the leader of the Demon Sect. I just ask Brother Zhang, why are you here in Yanjing?"
Zhang Moye was silent for a few breaths and replied:
"When I saw the leader of Tongwu Sect, the Northern Dynasty National Master was happy and had a fight with him and invited him to join the Demon Sect."
"That's a thief in the Northern Dynasty!"
Ren Hao said loudly:
"Since the Northern Dynasty's king was assassinated by an assassin last year and was seriously ill, he has been happy that the dog thief is controlling the Northern Dynasty's government. He is ambition and is eyeing the country of our southern country, killing our people, and harming our people. Why does Brother Zhang have to join such demons?"
"I'm not from you Southern Dynasties!"
Zhang Moye said nothing:
"I am a native of the Western Regions. If I have to say anything, I am a citizen of the Great Chu Dynasty. Your Southern Dynasty lord Zhao Hu was not in a proper position, but I don't recognize him. Besides, brother, who do you think Yelu Chong was assassinated?"
The leader chuckled, quite evil. He flicked his finger and said:
"I asked Qu Xie to do it. Not only did he kill Yelu Chong, but he also killed you, Zhao Hu, the king of the Southern Dynasty..."
"I have seen enough of the chaos in the world! Since the two are incompetent and cannot unify the world, I will choose another person who is capable of unifying the world. Is it impossible?"
Ren Hao was born as a soldier and fought bad wars with the people of the Northern Dynasties. He had no favoritism for the Northern Dynasties.
After hearing what Zhang Moye said, Ren Hao was furious.
He took a step back, raised his fists and said:
"What does Brother Zhang mean?"
"I, I want to unify the Demon Cult!"
Zhang Moye leaned on the Kuoxie Sword and played with the sword jade in his hand, and said to Ren Hao very calmly:
"Master the Demon Sect, enter your Central Plains, unify the martial arts world, and erase all the distinction between good and evil that brings chaos in the world! Not only that, I also want to see the unification of the world, the country is prosperous and the people are safe!"
"Brother, in a few decades, it will be the time for great changes in the world. If the world is still so chaotic, the Central Plains Shenzhou will probably be completely doomed."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand me, I don't ask you to understand, but, brother, just don't block my way."
"Brother, you are also a dragon and phoenix among human beings. My martial arts talent shocked me, what do you say?"
Zhang Moye asked softly.
There was a strange true energy flowing on Ren Hao's fist. His fingers closed and separated. After several times, he let out a long breath, put down his fists, and said to Zhang Moye:
"I am not as ambitious as Brother Zhang, and I am not ambitious in the world. I just believe in you, but I can't believe in your demon sect!"
"Since Brother Zhang wants to command the Demon Sect and attack the world, I will take this right path, seize the position of the leader of the martial arts world, and call on all the heroes in the world. If your Demon Sect does evil, I will not sit idly by!"
"hehe"
Zhang Moye smiled exaggeratedly, and laughed back and forth, as if he had heard something funny.
After laughing, he said to Ren Hao:
"good!"
"Brother, I am here tonight, so let's see who will win in the future."
"Let's see you in the world."
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April, the fifteenth year of Zhengding.
"Bang"
On Taiyue Mountain, the mountain gate collapsed, and hundreds of disciples retreated in panic. As the sect was shocked, Zhang Moye, wearing a black robe, held his wife Feng Yuhan in his arms, and stepped onto the stone steps and mountain road step by step.
Feng Yuhan's face was as good as paper, and the oil was gone, and the lamp was dry. It was entirely up to Zhang Moye to protect his heart and protect his life.
Zhang Moye, who was once full of energy, was only 30 years old, but his long hair was gray and his eyes were full of pain and regret.
"Yuhan, hold on for a while and we'll be here."
Zhang Moye said softly to his wife in his arms.
Feng Yuhan can no longer answer him.
The situation of his wife made Zhang Moye feel like a knife in his heart. There were disciples of Zhenwu Chunyang Sect coming to stop him. The leader of the Demon Sect was full of evil spirits, and for a moment, he was like a strong wind passing by, causing the disciples who were overestimating their abilities to be turned around.
"Old man Chunyang!"
Zhang Moye's voice went straight into the sky, and he shouted:
"Five years ago, in Luoyang, a battle between good and evil was fought. I tied with you, and you knew that you had entered the innate realm! Your Taoist method is the best to heal. Today, I will not come for the grudges of the world, I just want you to save my wife!"
"If you don't save me, I will slaughter all the Taiyue!"
Zhang Moye was holding his seriously ill wife and stood in front of the gate of Chunyang Sect. Thousands of disciples were surrounded by them, but none of them caught up.
He is waiting.
By the time this legend is already the reply of Chunyangzi, the land god.
After a long time, a long sigh sounded from the top of the mountain.
"Clang"
At the highest point of Taiyue, the door of the Taoist temple that has been closed for five years is gently opened.
Zhang Moye flew up with his wife in his arms, and as if he was soaring in the sky, he fell into the Taoist temple between several ups and downs.
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June, the fifteenth year of Zhengding.
Zhang Moye took his wife to the Jade Palace in Mount Tai and asked the palace master Ziwei Taoist of the Jade Palace to heal his first wife.
July.
In Lin'an Nirvana Temple, Zen Master Yuanwu turned the Buddhist beads, picked up his hand from Feng Yuhan's wrist, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said to Zhang Moye, who looked dead in front of him:
"Donor Zhang, my wife is exhausted and she has no cure in this world."
"If you hadn't used your pure and innocent energy to force her to prolong her life, she should have gone half a year ago, but why should the donor be obsessed with this? This birth, old age, sickness and death are worldly principles and laws and cannot be violated."
Zen Master Yuanwu calmly told the cruel truth, as if he was not afraid that Zhang Moye would go crazy and slaughter the entire Lin'an.
He sat cross-legged in front of Zhang Moye's eyes, and said while turning the rosary:
"It is human nature that the donor wants to revive his beloved wife, and I can understand it. But donor Zhang, look, your beloved wife is now unconscious and is forcibly bound between life and death, and cannot recover or die."
"This is the most terrible torture in the world. If you really love her, you might as well let it go."
Zen Master Yuanwu pronounced the Buddha's name again, and said to Zhang Moye with a look of indifference in front of him:
"Send your beloved wife into the cycle of reincarnation and recite scriptures for her. It turns out that life can be free from disasters and grow up safely. If you have the fate, you may still see you again in the world."
"What kind of love do you know about human love?"
Zhang Moye said in a hoarse voice:
"How do you know about Yuhan and I, and how do you know my guilt towards her?"
"I really don't know."
Monk Yuanwu laughed and said to Zhang Moye:
"But since the donor feel guilty, you might as well take this last opportunity to explain to Mrs. Ling, so as not to regret it for life. I can help you."
After saying that, the monk stretched out his hand and pressed it against Feng Yuhan's cold wrist. As the Buddhist true energy injected into his body, Feng Yuhan's face became a little rosy and his eyes began to shake.
But Zhang Moye was even more sad.
This was probably the last time he and his wife talked.
Soon, Feng Yuhan opened her eyes blankly. She saw Zhang Moye, who had aged teenager overnight, with heartache in her green eyes.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
She stretched out her hand with difficulty and stroked Zhang Moye's unshaven cheeks. She said:
"Brother, where are we?"
“In Lin'an.”
Zhang Moye tried hard to make his tone gentler, and he said to his wife:
"I asked Master Yuanwu to treat you, and you will be cured soon. Xiao Chu and Xiao Lan are still waiting for you at home. You must get better soon."
"Brother, don't lie to me."
Feng Yuhan showed a weak smile. She first nodded to Master Yuanwu and then said to Zhang Moye:
"I know that when I vomited blood that night, it was when I should die. My brother used his life to exchange for my life. Don't do this anymore. I don't want to see my brother so haggard."
"Brother, let's go home."
Feng Yuhan closed his eyes and said to Zhang Moye:
"I don't want to stay here, it's too noisy, I want to go home."
"Okay, let's go home."
Zhang Moye picked up his wife, who was as affectionate as a feather, and converted the true energy in his body more neutral and peacefully, and continuously sent it into Feng Yuhan's body. He hugged his wife and left Nirvana Temple.
At the entrance of the temple, Ren Hao was leaning against the tree. When he saw Zhang Moye coming out, he stepped forward and said:
"I also practice Taoist true qi, maybe, I can..."
"Don't say it."
Zhang Moye said casually:
"You are the leader of the martial arts world, and you are mixed with me, the leader of the Demon Sect, and it is not good to be seen by others. If you really want to help, please let your decent miscellaneous people not block my way home with my wife."
"Brother, I will say the last thing, whoever dares to stop me this time... is the disaster of destroying the family!"
"No matter who it is!"
"Also, it's not good to stop practicing your internal strength from Penglai Fairy Mountain."
After saying that, Zhang Moye picked up his wife and rushed into the bustling street market in front of him like lightning. In just a blink of an eye, he disappeared on the eaves of the street.
Half a month later, on the Xiaoxiao Ancient Road leading to the Western Regions.
Zhang Moye was riding on the horse, and Feng Yuhan leaned on her cousin's arms as she was when she was young. She looked at the sunset in front of her, her eyes full of calmness and satisfaction.
She hopes that this road will never end.
Only she and her cousin snuggled up to each other and kept walking.
"Yuhan, I know that although you haven't said it over the years, I know."
Zhang Moye pulled the reins of the horse, closed his eyes, and stroked his wife's yellow hair, he said:
"It's all my fault. I killed too much that day. If you killed your father and family, you can't stop me, save your family, and you won't hate me. You just live so contradictoryly until now."
"Ten years ago, Xiao Tongtang told me that you are weak and have a stagnant mind. If you cannot untie the knot, you will have life worries."
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"I tried my best to do anything, but it seems that I can't help you to untie your knot. After you gave birth to Xiao Chu, you insisted on giving birth to Xiao Lan again, so that your already small life would be hollowed out."
Zhang Moye said:
"It's all my fault, Yuhan. If I could have a little kindness and compassionate thoughts on that day, maybe you would have been with me for a longer time. This is my sin."
The leader of the Demon Sect sighed, and he tightened the sword jade in his hand, and he said:
"This is the punishment given to me by God. It wants to take you away from me... I only hate, I only hate you. I have been born sixty years ago."
"Brother is talking nonsense again."
Feng Yuhan leaned in Zhang Moye's arms, and she looked at the magnificent red sunset in the distance in a daze. She said:
"I have never blamed my brother. It was indeed my father who did the wrong thing back then. This is the case in the world. The grudges are hard to resolve. I also want to accompany my brother until he grows old, but I just have no luck in my life."
"After I leave, brother, don't be too sad. I know you have great ambitions. Without my constraints, brother will only be more free."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Zhang Moye chuckled and said:
"I have made up my mind to leave this world after you go."
"16 years ago, on the Taihang Mountains, the immortal told me that he hoped to bring some changes to the world. I worked hard. I worked hard for 16 years. It's enough. I'm already very tired, Yuhan."
"I just want to accompany you through the last path. From now on, the grudges in this world have nothing to do with me, Zhang Moye!"
"Where is Xiao Tongtang?"
Feng Yuhan coughed, and she looked at Zhang Moye with her eyes as light as before. Her brother is such a hero and he can't see enough in his whole life.
She blinked and said in a sly tone:
"Does your brother want Xiao Tongtang to wait for a lifetime? Shaohua is old, brother, maybe this is God's reminder, let me leave, so that you and Xiao Tongtang can have a perfect match."
"But, I have you in my heart."
Zhang Moye stretched out his hand and gently pinched his wife's face. He said:
"How can I fit into her again?"
"Brother lies!"
Feng Yuhan said with a smile:
"My brother always calls Xiao Tongtang's name when he talks in his sleep many times... It's that love pot, right? Brother, it has already entered your heart and can't be eliminated."
"If brother really loves me, listen to me. After I go, you will go to Miaojiang and marry Xiao Tongtang."
Feng Yuhan closed her eyes and sniffed the smell of her brother in love, she said:
"No one is taking care of you, even if I go to Huangquan, I will be uneasy."
"Brother, slow down. The scenery of this road is so beautiful. Let me take a good look..."
"Slow down."
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July in the 19th year of Zhengding.
In Yanjiao, a generation of strange people who have been missing in the world for four years in a small village, Zhang Moye, the leader of the Demon Cult, looked at the silly little boy in front of him, wearing torn clothes and looking dull, and could not see any strangeness.
He frowned and touched the big orange cat in his arms.
This orange cat took him four years and went through a lot of hardships to find it from the territory outside the Western Regions.
He whispered to the orange cat in his arms:
"Are you sure, it's him?"
“Meow~”
The big orange cat in his arms screamed lazily, and it rubbed its head against Zhang Moye, as if urging him.
Zhang Moye took off the sword jade that had almost never left his body for twenty years. He stroked it again and handed it to the silly boy in front of him.
He stroked the boy's head and said softly:
"The immortal fate that people in this world cannot ask for is yours after all."
"Child, tell me, what's your name?"
The boy held the sword jade in his hand. The moment the sword jade was used, a strange light seemed to flash in his stupid eyes, as if something had been sleeping, had been awakened for a moment and fell asleep again.
He raised his head and grinned at the kind uncle in front of him who gave him a gift.
He said:
Chapter completed!