Even though the monk didn't cry, talk or shout, in the wind and snow, Zheng Xiu clearly saw the broken flags making a sound.
On the military flag, the characters "Zheng" are as majestic and elegant as before, swaying in the wind and snow.
Zheng Xiu finally saw this scene with his own eyes, saw the hundreds of ghosts marching in the wasteland, and saw the Zheng family's military flag!
He recognized at first glance that every word on this flag was written by Zheng Haoran!
Vigorous, powerful, full of passion and unparalleled pride, the words are just like the person he is. Zheng Xiu looked at the characters "Zheng" one by one, and seemed to see Zheng Haoran standing in front of him, reaching out to his young self, leading him to ride a horse and raise his head high. Gao, wielding swords and guns.
In the snowy place, the ghost army came first with a hail of arrows, and the horse, which had become a skeleton under the seat, was still wearing armor, and charged towards the place where the three people were. The ghost army marched as fast as a ghost, and they came from a distance in the blink of an eye. Arrives erratically.
"careful!"
Feng Bei waved his right hand in the air, and the dark sword light condensed into a straight beam of light. It bloomed like fireworks in mid-air. The sharp sword light strangled the arrow rain in the sky. While strangling the arrow rain, it also dispersed the sky. Snow clouds.
"Huh?"
The moment Feng Bei took action, he let out a soft sigh and raised his eyes to the sky in surprise, feeling puzzled.
Her sword didn't seem to hit the ground. The rain of arrows in the sky looked murderous, but it had no substance. That's why her sword passed through the rain of arrows and tore open the snow clouds.
The heavy snow suddenly stopped, the moonlight shone down, and the ghost army's figure became clear.
They were still wearing rotten armor, and the dried blood had long since turned black. As the ghost army moved, it peeled off piece by piece and turned into dust. The broken armor plates on their bodies were faintly connected by black crawling silk threads, making the armor plates hang on the ghost army's body.
"kill!"
There was a deafening shout that sounded like it came from the underworld, and black flames lit up in their eyes.
"stop!"
The monk hid behind Zheng Xiu and shivered.
"Brother, you have to protect me!"
The monk said coquettishly while grabbing the clothes on Zheng Xiu's back.
Zheng Xiu felt a chill in his back and looked back at the monk.
The monk lowered his head shyly.
Feng Bei clenched his fists and said expressionlessly: "Brother, respect yourself."
"Then, let's change the slave family."
The monk's eyebrows were filled with resentment, and he sighed like a resentful woman. In the blink of an eye, the confused monk came back online.
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu stood side by side.
Her eyes were dark, looking into the distance.
The charge of the Hundred Demon Marching Army actually stopped.
He was ten feet away from Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei and Monk, facing each other from a distance.
The ghost soldier was on the skeleton warhorse, the black flames in his eyes swaying silently, eerily quiet.
"Why did you stop?"
The monk scratched his head, poked out his shiny bald head from behind Zheng Xiu, and wondered.
"As expected of you, monk."
Zheng Xiu straightened his back, calmed his mind, and sighed.
When I brought the monk out, I had the intention of trying the monk's "luck" and borrowing some luck.
The luck of [Huahua Station] is "the lucky star shines brightly", and it is true. Gu Qiutang stood motionless on the top of the snow-capped mountains, suffering from severe cold, hunger and thirst. After squatting for several months, he barely managed to see the march of hundreds of ghosts. The ghost marching army chased and killed him, so lucky and terrifying.
In addition, Wei Chen was convinced that he was going to face a disaster on his way north, so he took the monk out just to block him.
Wait a minute.
Zheng Xiu was worried and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Feng Bei.
Feng Bei and Orange Cat's heads tilted to one side at the same time: "?"
The luck of [Fengbei Station] is "Tiansha Lone Star".
So who does it matter if she stands with the monk?
Is it a "lonely evil star" or a "lucky star shining brightly"?
Feng Bei had no time to ponder Zheng Xiu's weird expression. He frowned slightly, opened his red lips, and said calmly: "Husband, be careful, there is something weird. When I blocked the arrow rain just now, I noticed that the arrow rain had no form."
Incorporeal?
Fake?
phantom?
Zheng Xiu was surprised when he heard this, but he did not doubt Feng Bei's judgment.
"Brother!"
At this time, the monk who had been paying attention to the march of the Hundred Ghosts screamed and pointed in the distance: "Someone... ah! There are ghost soldiers coming!"
The three of them stared at each other.
Among the hundreds of shadowy ghost soldiers, a tall and burly ghost soldier, wearing a tiger-shaped mask, who looked out of place with the other ghost soldiers, pointed his spear on the ground, dragging the tip of the spear, and walked towards here step by step.
call!
In the wilderness, as the tall ghost soldier moved, the sound of wind suddenly stopped, and the snow dust on the ground swirled around him with every step the ghost soldier took. A whirlpool was formed out of thin air around him, sweeping up and spiraling into the sky with an extremely horrifying momentum.
"war!"
"war!"
"war!"
"war!"
Among the ghost soldiers behind them, neat war drums suddenly sounded, and the ghost soldiers shouted war trumpets in unison. In the quiet wasteland, the war horns of the ghost soldiers were heard far away, echoing in the void. Listening to the war horns made people's blood boil and their hearts surge.
At first, the figure of the advancing ghost soldier general was blurry and could not be seen clearly. As the general approached, Zheng Xiu gradually saw clearly the armor, the full face armor, the red tasseled spear, and the burly figure.
Zheng Xiu was shaken all over.
"This is impossible."
Zheng Xiu murmured to himself, with shock in his eyes.
"This is impossible."
"This is impossible."
"This is impossible!"
Zheng Xiu looked shocked, and with trembling fingers, he walked towards the general step by step.
"build?"
Feng Bei noticed that something was wrong with Zheng Xiu's expression, and as soon as he warned him, Zheng Xiu didn't even look back, and answered Feng Bei in a tone as if he was talking in his sleep: "It's my dad! It's my dad! This is impossible..." This is absolutely impossible!"
Zheng Xiu said it was impossible, but his steps became faster and faster, walking towards the general.
Feng Bei and the monk looked at each other. At this time, the panic in the monk's eyes faded away, replaced by a calmness and calmness that Feng Bei had never seen before.
"True love exists in the world."
The corner of the monk's mouth curled up, showing an elegant smile. He looked at Feng Bei: "With his temperament, no matter what, he must ask for an explanation in person."
"Who are you……?"
Feng Bei's pupils shrank, but the monk gently raised an index finger to his mouth, showing a mysterious smile.
"Shh..."
The next second.
"Brother! Wait, little monk!" The monk's facial features changed again, and he hurriedly chased after him.
Feng Bei also caught up with the illusory knife shadow.
The tiger-armored general pointed his spear and laughed three times: "I am the general of Daqian, Zheng Haoran, who is coming!"
Hearing this, Feng Bei and the monk's expressions changed. Is the true face of Baigui March really Zheng Haoran who has been dead for twenty years? ?
"It's me, dad! Xiao Xiu! It's me! It's me! I've grown up! I've grown up! Do you recognize me?"
He walked faster.
More urgent.
Joy and sadness appeared on his face at the same time.
He jogged all the way and stumbled a bit halfway. The sight made Feng Bei's chest feel tight and uncomfortable.
At this moment, the orange cat temporarily used Feng Bei's soft embrace as a nest. It raised its eyes and looked up, then squeezed out of the "cat nest" as if comforting, jumped on Feng Bei's shoulder, stretched out its tongue and gently licked Feng Bei's cheek. .
"Wolf King?" Zheng Haoran sneered: "What kind of Wolf King and Tiger King? You are just a barbarian. How can you claim the title of king in front of this general!"
Zheng Xiu looked shocked.
Zheng Haoran looked up to the sky and roared: "If you want to fight, then fight!"
Zheng Haoran seemed unable to hear Zheng Xiu's words, pointing his spear into the sky, and the hundred ghost soldiers fell silent instantly.
Zheng Xiu came to Zheng Haoran with complicated emotions.
He looked at the broken armor, it was like an illusion, flickering on and off, looming.
He suddenly understood that the so-called March of One Hundred Ghosts was not really the reappearance of Zheng Haoran, but the phantom left behind twenty years ago.
For some reason, Zheng Haoran's phantom from twenty years ago lingers on the marching route of the past. On full moon and snowy nights, under special conditions, it will wander through the wasteland in the form of a "hundred ghosts marching".
"Mirage?"
Zheng Xiu laughed at himself and wiped the corners of his eyes with a smile.
Feng Bei stepped forward, and Zheng Xiu explained with a smile: "The snow is a bit heavy, and it melted and blurred my eyes."
The monk touched his head, puzzled. He looked at the sky and wondered, "Didn't the snow stop?"
Now there are only two feet away from the march of hundreds of ghosts, and Feng Bei and the monk can also see the clues.
Their bodies are illusory and unpredictable, like looking for flowers in the fog or picking up the moon in the water. They do not really exist in this world.
Recalling just now, it was Feng Bei who dispersed the snow clouds with his sword, making the moonlight even brighter, and then the true appearance of Baigui was revealed.
Once the moonlight dissipates, the ghosts' marching phantoms will return to dust, dust to dust, and dissipate into the ordinary world again.
"It is impossible for a person to be resurrected from the dead...Brother, please forgive me."
After the monk understood, he clasped his hands together with a look of regret on his face.
Zheng Xiu closed and opened his eyes, smiling to cover up his deep disappointment. He knocked on the monk's head with a muffled sound. As the prompt of [Qixin Town] popped up in front of his eyes, Zheng Xiu was startled, and then he remembered what was in the monk's mind. Still facing a ghost, Zheng Xiu shook his head after a moment and said with a smile: "How could I not know? Who said I was looking forward to my father coming back from the dead?"
"Ouch!"
The monk was stunned, but he still pretended to be hurt by being knocked, covering his head and screaming.
Feng Bei looked at the monk, and she knew for sure that the monk was born as an ascetic because of his unique path, and suffered from the division of inner demons. But the "inner demon" that briefly appeared on the monk just now made Feng Bei feel a little different.
She planned to avoid the monk and tell Zheng Xiu about it secretly later.
During the ten years in the world in the painting, Feng Bei and Xie Yunliu, also known as the monk, were like brothers and sisters. Even when they returned to the ordinary world, Feng Bei regarded the monk as his only relative in the world.
Not blood relatives are better than blood relatives.
Feng Bei is worried that the monk will be attacked by his inner demon.
After all, he has hundreds of millions of inner demons.
"Let's go."
Although Zheng Xiu didn't know why Bai Qiuyue desperately sent him here, after a close encounter with the Hundred Ghost March, Zheng Xiu learned a fact. The March of One Hundred Ghosts is not the resurrection of Zheng Haoran or the remnant soul lingering in the world.
Zheng Haoran is dead, or in other words, Zheng Haoran was brought into the dark as a "human pillar" more than 20 years ago, and it is impossible to appear here.
This is an established "fact".
It's also the truth.
Bai Qiuyue also said that Zheng Haoran was one of the three human pillars selected in the "ceremony" twenty years ago.
Zheng Xiu now fully understands that more than 20 years ago, apart from the two people in Baili Village, the third person in charge was his father, Zheng Haoran.
"My father is actually a stranger?"
This was information that Zheng Xiu needed some time to digest.
It turns out that the stories circulated in the city many years ago are true.
But who spread it?
"Let's go."
Zheng Xiu waved his hand in low spirits, and the thorny and dazzling texture on Feng Bei's face retracted, and the long hanging hair covered his right eye again.
"Is this, is it over?"
the monk asked.
"It's done."
Zheng Xiu grinned broadly.
"When the young monk goes back, he wants to drink a bowl of hot ginger soup."
The monk stepped on the snow and secretly said to Feng Bei.
Feng Bei smiled and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
at this time.
Zheng Haoran, who was as motionless as a mirage, suddenly had lines again.
Zheng Xiu stopped and turned around in surprise.
"I have a son."
Ding!
Zheng Haoran flicked his spear, inserted it into the snow, and half-submerged the spear like a tofu.
He took off his mask, and after the tiger-shaped mask, Zheng Haoran's face was shrouded in mist. Zheng Xiu squinted, and the spots were moving, let alone the face, and the outline of the facial features could not be clearly seen.
"My silly boy's name is a one-character name, Xiu! He cultivates his character and cultivates his character. Xiu! I fight all year round and have a murderous spirit. I chose this name to let him get a little bookish! My child, follow me in spirit and face in the future. He is both powerful and handsome. Do you believe it?"
"Don't believe me? How about a bet?"
"What bet?"
"By the way, do you have a baby?"
"Not born yet?"
"Then it's settled!"
"Hahaha! After this battle, when our children grow up, let them meet them."
"If you give birth to a child, you can become a brother with my son! If your child is a little girl and my silly son likes it, we will become husband and wife!"
"Not good? What's so bad? I'm not afraid of anything, worldly constraints are all bullshit!"
"Who said Daqian and Northern Barbarians cannot intermarry?"
"Perhaps, the day our children become sworn brothers or get married, it will be the time when the two countries have a truce and the world will be at peace!"
Zheng Haoran laughed. He raised something in his hand, like a jar of wine, and drank it with his head raised.
Bang!
Zheng Haoran threw the wine jar away, and the sound of pottery breaking could be heard out of thin air on the snow.
Zheng Haoran clenched his fist and stretched it forward.
"It's a deal!"
The direction that the fist was facing, whether it was a coincidence or not, happened to be facing Zheng Xiu, right in front of Zheng Xiu.
A snow cloud floated silently again, covering the full moon. The ghost soldiers on the snowfield, and Zheng Haoran who was motionless in Zheng Xiu like a phantom, their figures changed from solid to illusory again, almost transparent like lights burning out, as if they would disappear at any time.
"I see."
This phantom put Zheng Xiu's worries at ease. It turned out that the Wolf King did not lie before his death. He and Zheng Haoran did have a "baby marriage" promise back then.
The Wolf King dragged his seriously ill body and lived for twenty years just to wait for Zheng Xiu.
He wanted to see Zheng Xiu.
Confirm whether Zheng Xiu is as powerful and handsome as Zheng Haoran said.
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but feel guilty when he thought of all the glares and abuse he had given Yue Linglong along the way.
Even though he had great feelings for Yue Linglong, after all, this was the baby's marriage that his father had planned back then, and he should not have inherited the feud on Yue Linglong.
"Mighty and handsome..."
Zheng Xiu was relieved, raised his fist, and lightly touched the fist of Zheng Haoran, the phantom that was about to disappear.
"I didn't embarrass you."
boom.
The next second.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
His fists and Zheng Haoran's fists... collided.
call!
The light and shadow in front of his eyes suddenly distorted.
"build!"
"Brother!"
The anxious voices of Feng Bei and Monk came from behind.
A feeling of dizziness came over him, Zheng Xiu's vision went dark, and he was grabbed by two hands and one claw behind him.
Countless fragments flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes, like a revolving lantern.
Legend has it that people will see a revolving lantern before they die. Seeing a revolving lantern at this moment is obviously not an auspicious thing.
The stream of light in the tunnel rotated and sucked Zheng Xiu in. Zheng Xiu identified the fragments in front of him. He was obviously familiar with them, but Zheng Xiu had never seen many of them before. The people and things above seemed to be experienced personally or seen in a dream.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe half a day, maybe a moment.
When Zheng Xiu came to his senses, he was still sitting on the same spot with his fists raised blankly, maintaining the posture of stretching forward.
A tall figure turned its back to the scorching sun in the sky, with a halo of light surrounding it.
He laughed loudly and raised his fist to bump with Zheng Xiu.
"What's wrong? You little soldier, are you frozen to death?"
[You enter the ghostly ancient battlefield. 】
A line of twisted small characters like "gnat" flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes.
In shock, Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes and finally saw clearly the face of the man bumping fists with him.
...It's Zheng Haoran!
"father!"
Zheng Xiu blurted out.
(End of chapter)
