Even if the monk didn't cry, say or shout, in the wind and snow, Zheng Xiu clearly saw it, and the broken flags were hunting.

On the military flag, the word "Zheng" is magnificent, not reducing the year, swaying in the wind and snow.

Zheng Xiu finally saw this scene with his own eyes, saw the march of the hundred ghosts on the wasteland, and saw the Zheng clan's military flag!

He recognized at first glance that every word on this banner was from Zheng Haoran's own handwriting!

Strong, powerful, full of enthusiasm, the world's pride, the words are like his people, Zheng Xiu looked at the word "Zheng", as if he saw Zheng Haoran standing in front of him, stretching out his hand to his young self, taking himself to ride a horse and raise it high, dancing knives and guns.

In the heavy snowfall, the ghost army first came out of the arrow rain, and the war horse that had become a skeleton under the seat, still wearing armor, charged to the place where the three people were, and the speed of the ghost army marched as fast as a ghost, and it came from a distance in the blink of an eye.

"Be careful!"

Feng Bei's right hand waved in the void, and the dark knife light condensed into a straight beam of light, but it bloomed like fireworks in mid-air, and the sharp knife light twisted towards the arrow rain in the sky, while strangling the arrow rain, it also dispersed the snow clouds in the sky.

"Huh?"

The moment Feng Bei made a move, he sighed lightly, and looked up at the sky in surprise, puzzled.

Her knife didn't seem to be cut to the real place, the rain of arrows in the sky seemed murderous, but there was no substance, so her knife passed through the rain of arrows and tore open the snow clouds.

The goose feathers and snow stopped in an instant, the moonlight sprinkled, and the figure of the ghost army became clear.

They were still covered in rotten armor, and the dried blood had long since turned black, peeling off piece by piece as the ghost army moved, turning into dust. Between the broken armor pieces on their bodies, there were faint black wriggling silk threads connecting them, causing the armor pieces to hang on the bodies of the ghost army.

"Kill!"

A loud cry that seemed to come from the Netherworld was deafening, and their eyes lit up with black flames.

"Stop!"

The monk hid behind Zheng Xiu and shivered.

"Brother, you have to protect me!"

The monk grabbed the clothes on Zheng Xiu's back and said delicately.

Zheng Xiu felt a chill behind his back and glanced back at the monk.

The monk bowed his head "shyly".

Feng Bei clenched his fists and was expressionless: "Brother, self-respect." ”

"Then, the slave family will be changed."

The monk sighed like a deep resentful woman, and in a blink of an eye, the bewildered monk re-online.

Fengbei and Zheng Xiu stood side by side.

Her gaze was gloomy, looking into the distance.

The charge of the march of the hundred ghosts actually stopped.

and Zheng Xiu, Fengbei, and the monk were separated by ten zhang, and they faced each other from afar.

The ghost soldier was on the skeleton warhorse, the black flames in his eyes swaying silently, and it was terrifyingly quiet.

"Why did you stop?"

The monk scratched his head, poked out his shiny bald head from behind Zheng Xiu, and wondered.

"It's you, monk."

Zheng Xiu's back straightened, his mind calmed, and he sighed.

When I brought the monk out, I also had the intention of trying the monk's "luck" and borrowing some luck.

The luck of [Huahua Station] is "lucky stars shining", and it is true. Gu Qiutang endured the bitter cold, hunger and thirst on the top of the snow-capped mountain motionlessly, and squatted for several months before he could barely see the "flash in the pan" of the Hundred Ghosts March, but the monk did not come for long, and on the second full moon night, he was directly chased and killed by the Hundred Ghosts March.

In addition, Wei Chen's bones were touched, and he would have a catastrophe when he traveled north, and he took the monk out to block it.

Wait.

Zheng Xiu was preoccupied, and involuntarily turned his head to look at Fengbei.

Fengbei and the orange cat's heads tilted to one side at the same time: "? ”

The luck of [Fengbei Station] is "Heavenly Evil Lone Star".

Then she stood with the monk...... Who's it?

Is it a "lonely star" or a "lucky star"?

Fengbei didn't have time to ponder Zheng Xiu's strange expression, his brows furrowed slightly, his lips opened slightly, and he said indifferently: "Husband, be careful, it's a little weird." Just now, when I blocked the rain of arrows, I noticed that the rain of arrows was disembodied. ”

Disembodied?

Fake?

Illusion?

When Zheng Xiu heard this, he was surprised in his heart, but he did not doubt Fengbei's judgment.

"Big brother!"

At this time, the monk who had been paying attention to the march of the hundred ghosts let out an exclamation and pointed to the distance: "Someone...... Ahh There's a ghost soldier coming! ”

The three of them stared.

I saw that among the shadowy hundred ghost soldiers, a tall and burly ghost soldier with a tiger-shaped face armor, who looked out of place with the rest of the ghost soldiers, pointed his spear to the ground, dragged the tip of the spear, and walked towards this side step by step.

Call!

On the wasteland, as the tall ghost soldiers moved, the wind suddenly stopped, and the snow and dust on the ground rolled around him with every step the ghost soldiers took. A whirlpool was formed around him out of thin air, swept up, spiraling into the sky, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Among the ghost soldiers behind him, a neat war drum suddenly sounded, and the ghost soldiers shouted in unison. In the quiet wasteland, the sound of the ghost soldier's battle horn came from afar, echoing in the void, listening to the battle horn, people couldn't help but boil their blood and their hearts were surging.

At first, the figure of the ghost soldier general who was moving forward was blurry and could not see clearly. As the general approached, Zheng Xiu gradually saw the armor, the full-covered mask, the red-tasseled spear, and the burly posture.

Zheng Xiu was shaken.

"It can't be."

Zheng Xiu muttered to himself, his eyes full of astonishment.

"It can't be."

"It's, it can't be."

"This, impossible!"

Zheng Xiu's expression was shocked, his fingers trembled, and he walked towards the general step by step.

"Repair?"

Fengbei noticed that Zheng Xiu's expression was wrong, and just reminded him, Zheng Xiu didn't reply, and replied to Fengbei in a tone that seemed to be in a dream: "It's my father!" It's my father! That's impossible...... It's impossible! ”

Zheng Xiu said that it was impossible, but his steps became faster and faster, and he walked towards the general.

Fengbei and the monk glanced at each other, and at this time, the panic between the monk's eyebrows faded, replaced by a calm and calmness that Fengbei had never seen.

"There is truth in the world."

The corners of the monk's mouth curled, revealing a faint smile, and he looked at Fengbei: "With his temperament, no matter what, he must ask for clarification in person." ”

"Are you ......?"

Fengbei's pupils shrank, but the monk gently raised an index finger and stood on the side of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Shh......h

The next second.

"Big 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 sword shadow.

General Hujia pointed his spear and laughed three times: "I am the general of Daqian Zhenguo, Zheng Haoran, who is coming!" ”

Hearing this, Fengbei and the monk's complexion changed, the true face of the Hundred Ghosts March, is it really Zheng Haoran, who has been dead for twenty years? ?

"It's me, Daddy! Minor repairs! It's me! It's me! I've grown up! I've grown up! Do you recognize me? ”

He walked fast.

More urgent.

Joy and sadness appeared on his face at the same time.

trotted all the way, stumbled halfway, this scene made Fengbei's chest sullen, and it was uncomfortable.

The orange cat temporarily regarded Fengbei's soft arms as a nest at this moment, it raised its eyes and looked at it, squeezed out the "cat nest" as if comforting, jumped on Fengbei's shoulder, stretched out its tongue and gently licked Fengbei's cheeks.

"The Wolf King?" Zheng Haoran sneered: "What wolf king and tiger king, just a barbarian, how can he be the king in front of this general!" ”

Zheng Xiu's face was shocked.

Zheng Haoran looked up to the sky and shouted: "I want to fight!" Fight! ”

Zheng Haoran didn't seem to hear Zheng Xiu's words, the spear pointed at the sky, and the hundred ghost soldiers quieted down in an instant.

Zheng Xiu came to Zheng Haoran with mixed feelings.

He looked at the tattered armor, like an illusion, flickering and disappearing, looming.

He suddenly understood that the so-called Hundred Ghost March was not really Zheng Haoran's reappearance, but a phantom left by twenty years ago.

For some reason, Zheng Haoran's phantom twenty years ago wandered on the march route of the past, and every full moon and snowy night, under special conditions, he would wander in the wasteland in the posture of "marching with a hundred ghosts".

"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 little big, it melts, and it is blurry." ”

The monk touched his head, puzzled, looked at the sky, and wondered: "Isn't this snow stopped?" ”

Now it is only two zhang away from the march of the hundred ghosts, and Fengbei and the monk also see the clues.

Their bodies are unfathomable, like exploring flowers in the fog and picking the moon in the water, and they do not really exist in this world.

Thinking back to just now, it was also when Fengbei blasted away the snow clouds with a knife, making the moonlight even worse, that the true face of the hundred ghosts was clarified.

Once the moonlight dissipates, the phantom of the march of the hundred ghosts will return to dust and dust, and dissipate again in the ordinary world.

"It is impossible for a person to come back from the dead...... Big brother, please mourn. ”

When the monk understood, he clasped his hands together with regret on his face.

Zheng Xiu's eyes closed and opened, and he smiled to hide a trace of disappointment in the depths, he knocked out a muffled sound on the monk's brain, and with the prompt of [Seven Heart Town] popping up in front of him, Zheng Xiu was stunned, only to remember that the monk still had a ghost in his head, and after a while, Zheng Xiu shook his head and said with a smile: "How could I not know?" Who said I was looking forward to my father's resurrection? ”

"Ouch!"

The monk had an iron head, but still pretended to be knocked in pain, covering his head and screaming.

Fengbei looked at the monk, she did know that the monk was born as an ascetic because of his unique path, and he was torn by the division of the demons. But the "heart demon" that appeared on the monk just now made Fengbei feel a little different.

She planned to avoid the monk and secretly talk to Zheng Xiu about it later.

In the ten years of the world in the painting, Fengbei and Xie Yunliu, that is, monks, are like brothers and sisters, even if they return to the ordinary world, Fengbei also has the meaning of seeing monks as the only relatives in the world.

It's better to be a blood relative than a blood relative.

Fengbei was worried that the monk would be attacked by the demons.

After all, there are more than 100 million demons in his heart.

"Let's go."

Although Zheng Xiu didn't know why Bai Qiuyue desperately sent him here, after getting close to the Hundred Ghosts March, Zheng Xiu learned a fact. The march of the hundred ghosts is not Zheng Haoran's resurrection or the remnant soul wandering in the world.

Zheng Haoran died, or rather, Zheng Haoran was brought into Changyan as a "human pillar" more than 20 years ago, and it is impossible for him to appear here.

This is the established "fact".

It is also the truth.

Bai Qiuyue also said that Zheng Haoran was one of the three pillars selected in the "ceremony" twenty years ago.

Zheng Xiu now completely understands that more than 20 years ago, in addition to the two human pillars in Baili Village, the third human pillar was his father, Zheng Haoran.

"My dad is a stranger?"

This is a piece of information that Zheng Xiu will need to digest slowly for a while.

It turns out that the stories that circulated in the city many years ago are true.

But who is the one who came out of it?

"Let's go."

Zheng Xiuyi waved his hand happily, the thorn-like and dazzling texture on Feng Bei's face was retracted, and the long hair that fell down covered his right eye again.

"This, it's over?"

The monk asked.

"It's over."

Zheng Xiu grinned.

"After the little monk went back, he wanted to drink a bowl of hot ginger soup."

The monk stepped on the snow and said to Fengbei secretly.

Feng Bei Wan'er nodded and agreed: "Okay." ”

That's when it happened.

Zheng Haoran, who was motionless like a mirage, suddenly had lines again.

Zheng Xiu stopped and turned around in surprise.

"I have a son."

Bite!

Zheng Haoran shook his spear and stuck it in the snow, sinking half of the spear like tofu.

After he took off his armor, after the tiger-shaped mask, Zheng Haoran's face was shrouded in a fog, Zheng Xiu squinted, the colorful wriggling, not to mention the face, the outline of his facial features could not be seen clearly.

"That stupid boy in my family is called a single name, repair! Self-cultivation and self-cultivation! Lao Tzu has been fighting all year round, and he is murderous, take this name and let him get a little bookish! My child, with his spirit and face with his mother, will be mighty and handsome in the future. Do you believe it? ”

"Don't believe me? How about a bet? ”

"Bet on what?"

"By the way, do you have a baby?"

"Not born yet?"

"Then it's decided!"

"Hahaha! After this battle, when our baby grows up, let them see each other. ”

"If you have a son, you will be a brother to my son." If your baby is a little girl, and my stupid son likes it, he will get married! ”

"Not good? What's so bad? Lao Tzu is not afraid of heaven and earth, secular constraints, it's all bullshit! ”

"Who said that Da Qian and Beiban can't intermarry?"

"Perhaps, the day our baby gets married or married will be the time when the two countries will have a truce and the world will be peaceful!"

Zheng Haoran laughed, he raised his hand and held something, like a jar of wine, cooing and drinking.

Bang Dang!

Zheng Haoran threw away the wine jar, and the sound of "clang" pottery shattering came out of thin air on the snow.

I saw Zheng Haoran clenching his fists and stretching forward.

"It's a deal!"

The direction that the fist was facing, I don't know if it was a coincidence, happened to be facing Zheng Xiu, just in front of Zheng Xiu.

A snow cloud drifted silently again, obscuring the full moon. The ghost soldiers on the snowfield, and Zheng Haoran, who was motionless in Zheng Xiu like a phantom, their figures turned from solid to illusory again, like the lights burned out, almost transparent, as if they would disappear at any time.

"I see."

This phantom made Zheng Xiu's heart go completely, and it turned out that the wolf king before he died did not lie. He and Zheng Haoran did have a promise of "baby kiss" 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 Zheng Haoran said, mighty and handsome.

Zheng Xiu remembered all kinds of white eyes and abuse of Yue Linglong along the way, and couldn't help but feel a burst of guilt.

Even if he has feelings for Yue Linglong, after all, this is also the baby kiss set by his father back then, and he shouldn't inherit the feud to Yue Linglong.

"Mighty and handsome......"

Zheng Xiu was relieved, raised his fist, and lightly touched the phantom that was about to disappear, Zheng Haoran's fist.

"I'm not ashamed of you."

Bang.

The next second.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

His fist with Zheng Haoran...... Touched.

Call!

The light and shadow in front of him suddenly distorted.

"Repair!"

"Big brother!"

Behind him came the anxious voices of Fengbei and the monk.

A whirlwind of heaven and earth struck, Zheng Xiu's eyes darkened, and he was grabbed by two hands and one paw at the same time.

Countless fragments flickered in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, like a marquee.

Legend has it that people will see a marquee before they die, and seeing a marquee at this moment is obviously not an auspicious thing.

The tunnel streamer, spinning and sucking Zheng Xiu in, Zheng Xiu identified the fragments in front of him, obviously very familiar, but many fragments Zheng Xiu had never seen. The people above, the things above, seem to have experienced it personally, and it is like seeing it in a dream.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was half a day, maybe it was a moment.

When Zheng Xiu came back to his senses, he was still sitting in place, raising his fists in a daze, maintaining the posture of reaching forward.

A tall figure had his back to the scorching sun, and a halo of light was hazy around him.

His deep laughter rang out hahaha, and he raised his fist and touched Zheng Xiu.

"What's wrong? You little soldier, are you frozen stupid? ”

[You enter the Ancient Battlefield of the Ghost Dragon. 】

A line of twisted gnats flashed in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.

In astonishment, Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes, and finally saw the face of the man in front of him who was clashing with him.

…… It's Zheng Haoran!

"Daddy!"

Zheng Xiu blurted out.

(End of chapter)