Jun Ruyu

In the 19th year of Ming'an, the emperor died, the court was in chaos, wars continued, monsters were born, and the world was disrupted.

"It's bitter, it's bitter..." A young man sighed vaguely with a bun in his mouth.

The shattered hair on his cheeks was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, and there were folds left by the rope on the two sleeves. It was obvious that he was a handyman somewhere, but the front of his clothes was clean and could be wiped with water. past traces.He was actually a handyman who cared a lot about his appearance.

At this time and here, if there is a girl who does not dislike his rough clothes and is willing to look up, she will find that this handyman is still very handsome, not to mention his delicate features, even with a bun in his mouth, he looks dignified.It's just that he deliberately walked outside the crowded crowd, and no one could pay attention to him.

He only glanced at the notice that was mostly covered by the crowd, and seemed to be able to vaguely see someone's portrait from it.After taking a big bite of the vegetable stuffing and dough, the boy didn't stop, and continued to walk quickly to the inconspicuous shop on the corner of the street.

The surface of the shop is so plain and shabby, you can't tell what kind of medicine is sold in the store's gourd at a glance.But as long as a curious person is willing to go in and take a look, he will find that this shop sells miscellaneous things, everything is there, even the precious things such as good things for cultivation are piled up in the cabinet carelessly, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

Sitting behind the counter was the boss himself, with a mustache twitching, staring at the young man who had just stepped into the store with bitterness and hatred on his face.

"What do you want to buy again?"

It's not that the boss doesn't want to do business, who doesn't want to do it if he can make money, besides, now that there are frequent wars, it would be better if he can save more money.It's just that this kid is very weird, he is clearly an ordinary person, but he insists on buying these cultivation things.He entrusted someone to find a relationship to buy these good goods, in order to slaughter the monks who traveled here, not to give him such a meaningless brat.

As if he didn't hear the disapproval in the boss's tone, the young man neatly pulled out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the boss as usual.

The boss rolled his eyes as he took it.The ink on the paper had dried long ago, and the characters on it were correct and beautiful, which is not something that a handyman can practice.Taking another look at the young man in front of him, he was dressed in linen clothes, but there was a Hetian jade hanging on his waist. The color of the jade was very clear, and it was very valuable at first glance.If it is said that he was a handyman, and the money he had saved for so many years was spent on a piece of jade, it would be unreasonable both emotionally and rationally.After all, he is not a child of a noble family, so he cares about these self-cultivation etiquettes.but……

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Seeing that he hadn't moved, the boy reminded him aloud.

"Oh, let me see, the talisman... what else is there... okay, I have them all, so I'll find them for you." The boss hurriedly responded, and went into the back room to search for things.

——But in this world, even an official ordered by the imperial court will inevitably offend his superiors and be copied by the whole family if he accidentally says something.And who knew that the beggar living on the street was once a young master and young lady who was raised in the palm of someone's hand.

The young man took the packed things, settled the matter briefly, paid the money, thanked him and wanted to turn around and leave, but the boss stopped him:

"Hey - you kid, what's your name?"

The boy paused, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man with two beards behind the counter.Just at this moment, another customer from this shop stepped in, just in time to hear the young man reply:

"My name is Mo Zhuliu."

The voice was deep and moist, it sounded cute, but there was a chill in it.But it's not uncomfortable, it's a very pleasing type.

The visitor just watched the boy pass him by, until the slender figure disappeared into the crowd, and then slowly turned around to face the boss.

The boss was rubbing his chin, squinting his eyes, searching in his mind if there was someone surnamed Mo among the most wanted criminals in the imperial court. After thinking about it carefully, he was a little disappointed.Only then did he notice that another guest was approaching him, and the person was wearing a long sword and dressed in extraordinary clothes, so the blind man couldn't tell that he was an adult from the cultivation world.The boss rubbed his hands with a smile, and hurriedly asked:

"Oh my god, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Mo Zhuliu finished his wages this afternoon, bought some materials needed to make spells and signal fireworks, and prepared to go back to his base camp to make them and store them for later use.

His base camp, it is said to be the base camp, is just a small village where few people want to live.Because of the bad terrain, men like him left their hometowns to work in wealthy towns to seek development.They will occasionally send some silver back, and occasionally they will not send it.In short, there are only some old people, women and children in this small village.It doesn't matter if they go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables or pick wild fruits, at least they can survive.

The village is close to the mountain, and Taoist people often come here to hunt and catch corpses at night, which can be regarded as solving their last trouble, but there will be fish that slip through the net.Mo Zhuliu had no choice but to give evil spirit talismans to every household before he left, hoping that he could help a little while he was away.

Counting that it had been two or three months since he left last time, he thought that before going back, he could go to the mountain to pick some wild fruits for the neighbor's children to share.

He walked a long way before returning to the village, and when he went up the mountain, he found that he could see two or three groups of people dressed as monks gathered on the mountain before it was dark, and he didn't know what to do.At this kind of time, the monsters will not come out at all. It may be interesting to think about it, maybe they came to set up the formation in advance.

Mo Zhuliu climbed up a tree briskly and began to pick the fruit. Not long after he picked the fruit, he saw a few monks walking directly under the tree where he was, and stopped.The tree was so tall that no one noticed him for a while.

Mo Zhuliu felt a little embarrassed, but the look of the people below was so serious that he didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"You understand your mission, right?"

"clear."

"This time according to King Guangchuan's request, the superiors will never treat you badly."

"Yes!"

After the monks left, Mo Zhuliu stayed on the tree for a while, until it was completely dark, then slowly swallowed the tree and walked down the mountain.

King Guangchuan, he has the impression that he is a member of this farce in the mortal world fighting for the throne.As for those monks, there will indeed be some dignitaries who are attracted to the power of the cultivation world, so they will use money and power to lure them. In this way, it is inevitable that some small families who do not do well in the cultivation world cannot withstand the temptation and will come out to interfere with the world.

As we all know, in the cultivation world, each family has always been in charge of their own affairs, unlike the mortal world where power is centralized at the center, so no one has any reason to prevent other families from doing what they do.For thousands of years, everyone has a clear boundary, knowing that there are a few rules that should be followed by themselves, but there has never been a real law to implement.

In this way, it seems that one day, the world of comprehension will also stage the same farce as the mortal world.

Mo Zhuliu wrapped a bag of fresh fruits in a cloth bag, and deliberately avoided those monks so as not to run into their formation.This took him a lot of time to go down the mountain.

Before he came down from the mountain, he could see the fires and the noisy voices under the shadow of the forest from a distance.My heart skipped a beat, feeling bad.Mo Zhuliu quickened his pace and rushed towards the village.

As he thought, it was the army.There were not many soldiers, and they looked like remnants of soldiers. Looking closer, some of them even had half-broken swords hanging from their waists.Most of them were guarding around a house, and the rest of the soldiers were going to other people's yards, going door to door to beg for some rations.Seeing this scene, Mo Zhuliu was slightly relieved.He did not attack the old, the weak, women and children. It seems that this "King of Guangchuan" has a virtuous heart.

But he soon choked, because he found that the house guarded by the soldiers was the "base camp" he hadn't returned to for two or three months.

"who!"

Before Mo Zhuliu could approach, he was stopped.Holding the torch, the little soldier was disheveled, with half of his shoulder armor cut off, but his eyes were still very energetic, and his eyes were as wide as copper bells.I had no choice but to explain: "This is my home."

"Your house? This..." Xiaobing was stunned for a moment, hesitating to speak, and turned his head to look in the courtyard, as if he was expecting someone to rescue him.

At this time, the door of the courtyard opened, and a man who looked like a general came out, and gave an order in a high voice: "Let him in!"

Mo Zhuliu thought he would be able to enter the house, but the road turned out to be full of twists and turns. He entered the yard and was stopped in front of the door.

"Our king has something to tell you."

As soon as the general finished speaking, he heard a young man's voice from inside the room:

"You live here?"

Lights were lit in the house.Mo Zhuliu noticed that the blurred silhouette of a man was printed on the paper window next to him.The man's hair was loose, his voice was young, but he sounded very tired, and he didn't know if he had just escaped here from a ferocious battlefield.

"Yes. But it's been almost three months since I left. If the king doesn't mind, you can stay here."

"Thank you, but now I..." The man felt a lump in his throat, he could only shake his head annoyedly, as if he suddenly remembered something, he immediately regained his energy, and said, "But, please believe, when I regain my strength, one day Triumph, I, King Anping, will definitely not treat you badly."

Before Mo Zhuliu had time to be moved by his tenacity, he discovered something bad.

"...Are you King Anping?"

"Yes, Anping Wang Li You."

King Anping is here, but where is the "King Guangchuan" that the monk said?

Ye Guo in his arms sank suddenly.Mo Zhuliu tightened his arms, but decided to share his doubts with the other party.Who would have thought that King Anping lost his composure as soon as he heard this, stood up abruptly, and knocked down the seat under him.

"Your Majesty!" the general hastily yelled out to suppress him, "You must leave here immediately!"

"No." King Anping vetoed it almost without hesitation, and he said in a deep voice, "We don't know what Uncle Wang wants to bribe the monks. But he must be here to deal with me. The villagers here have no hands If we leave at this time, they can only die."

"Li You!" The general glared, "Can you stop being childish! When the time comes, the entire army will be wiped out, and when I die in front of you, let's see who has the ability to protect you..."

Mo Zhuliu was startled, the general was so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, he almost rushed into the house, but King Anping let him scold him, fortunately there were no other soldiers in the yard.Finally, when he heard the word "death", King Anping shook his body, buried his head deeply, and said sorry in a low voice.

The general breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to Mo Zhuliu, and said, "I'm sorry. We must leave here quickly, but just in case, we will leave thirty soldiers to protect you. There are not many people, please understand."

After Mo Zhuliu responded, he retreated to the house next door, distributed all the fruits in his bosom to the children of that house, then picked up the lamp, leaned on the table of that house, and began to concentrate on drawing evil spells.

If it was a monk who caused the trouble, he would not do it again when he saw that there were ordinary people down the mountain.What's more, the spells used by cultivators generally do not endanger mortals.Therefore, what they want to fortify is only the usual low-level walking corpses. As long as the spell is pasted in front of the door, there will be no problem.

All kinds of runes have long been familiar by heart, so he quickly drew a large stack, planning to share some with each family when he went out.When I went out, I found that the candles in my house had been extinguished, and more than half of the soldiers in the village had withdrawn. Only a few small teams were standing outside the village holding torches. It is estimated that they would leave tomorrow morning to catch up with Anping. King's army.

After distributing the talismans, tell everyone that the night is already deep, the weather is getting colder, the dew is heavy, and the scenery in the distance is blurry, not to mention that the mountains are surrounded by mist, which looks like a fairyland in the daytime, but if this The hour is dark, like a demon's lair.

Mo Zhuliu went back to his room, dug out the book that had fallen into ashes, found the page he wanted, and started making signal fireworks with the newly bought materials in his hand, thinking that if there was an emergency in the village someday, To deal with it, send a signal, if a Taoist monk happens to pass by here for night hunting, it would be great to come to the rescue.

The real change began with the screams of men at the entrance of the village.

The sound was extremely miserable, and it was not far away, so one could tell it was the group of soldiers at the entrance of the village.Soon, before anyone could react, soldiers wailed one after another as if responding to the sound.

A nameless fear suddenly enveloped the entire village.

what happened?

Is it a walking corpse?

Mo Zhuliu squeezed his arm and forced himself to calm down and think: No, no matter how bad these soldiers are, they will not be made into such a virtue by a few low-level walking corpses. I am afraid that King Guangchuan and those monks did it. something.

The light of the fire was accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps on the dirt road of the village.Mo Zhuliu rushed out of the door to find out what happened. Before he left, he didn't forget to wear a spell to defend himself. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard, just in time to stop a soldier.The soldier's hat was crooked, covering his sight, Mo Zhuliu helped him straighten it up, and seeing that he looked terrified as if he had seen a ghost, he hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

"There are... there are monsters... There are many, many..." Xiao Bing was trembling all over, and the torch almost hit the head of the person in front of him. The fire light fluctuated with his movements, making his face flickering, making him even more terrifying, " Eat...a man-eating monster, half of my brother's head was bitten off by it! Run away..."

He couldn't finish his sentence, he could only stare blankly at the opposite direction from where he had just come, sweat dripping down his face, and finally just sat down on the mud floor.

"That's too late……"

This time it was the screams of women and children that echoed in his ears.

Mo Zhuliu turned his head, and saw the dry flat corpse with disheveled hair just coming out of a house, with its bloody mouth open and sharp teeth bared, smashing through the fragile fence all the way, and running towards their two targets !

"Run!" Mo Zhuliu immediately threw all the spells in his sleeves to the soldier sitting on the ground, and ran back to the house himself.

"Hu-hu-"

The scary scene just now still occupied his mind, Mo Zhuliu raised his arm, only to realize that he was also shaking, gritted his teeth, took off the iron sword hanging on the wall, and walked along the table to make A good signal fireworks, and rushed out the door again.That sword is a fairy sword he entrusted to his boss to forge, it's just a cheap one, and I don't know if it can be resisted.

At the door of the house, I quickly lit a signal firework, but I didn't expect it to go off before it was sent out. I was stunned for half a second, then turned and went back to the house, and knocked down the chair halfway.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The red fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the night. It was supposed to be a time to stop and watch, but who would have thought that under the fireworks, there would be a tragedy.

At the gate of the courtyard, the monster was eating the little soldier just now.The little soldier lay on the ground, desperately trying to crawl out, but half of his body was already bloody, making it unbearable to look directly at.

Mo Zhuliu trotted over with the sword in hand, resisting the timidity in his heart, and decisively slashed at the monster's head! With a "click", the sword actually broke like this, but half of the monster's head was still connected to the neck. The scene was very frightening.Seeing this, the monster stopped, stood up, straightened its head with movements, and showed a terrifying expression to Mo Zhu.

The wailing that kept coming from his ears hit his nerves again and again. It was unknown which candle was knocked over, or which soldier's torch was rolled away. For a while, the fire raged all over the village. rise up, proclaiming the scene of hell.

Using the broken sword to withstand a monster's attack, listening to the harsh sound of the sharp teeth sticking with blood rubbing against the iron sword, the headache was about to explode, and the terrifying face so close challenged people's inner defense.Mo Zhuliu dripped cold sweat from his forehead, he knew that this was definitely not an ordinary walking corpse, and he didn't know what kind of monster it was, and the culprit was definitely the group of monks on the mountain today.

The broken sword finally began to break from the handle, Mo Zhuliu used his strength to send it to the side and tried to escape, but was thrown to the ground by the monster!

The monster's fingernails were long, and they scratched several times on the leg directly. The flesh and blood turned up, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.Wanting to break free, the monster bit him again, Mo Zhuliu kicked over, the monster persisted, and pounced on him again, this time it simply gnawed at his head.So he could only tense his nerves, desperately blocking his face with his arms.

As if the monster would not be satisfied with how much it ate, it bit his arm with a big mouthful.He felt that his blood was about to flow out, his whole body was in piercing pain, and the sound of muscles being torn continued to be heard in his ears. This kind of real and intense pain almost made people lose consciousness.

Who... who can... save...!

"Puchi-"

The viscous liquid splashed all over his face, Mo Zhuliu shuddered all over, couldn't help retching, and then realized that the sharp teeth on his arm were loose, so he quickly kicked the monster hard on his body, and sat up Come on, put your hands on the ground, and retreat in embarrassment, but when you were still panting, you watched the monster who was extremely fierce just a second ago. Flash, it turned out that a long sword was inserted into the back of the monster's head, and the point of the sword broke through the forehead by a few points.

This sword is very different from his.Judging from the glowing luster, this sword is truly extraordinary, not to mention the exquisite workmanship.

A sea of ​​flames was reflected on the blade of the sword, as if all evils were locked in the sword, and only by breaking it could one be freed.

Mo Zhuliu blinked vigorously, trying to clear his sight, and then realized what had happened, he couldn't help but secretly startled, thinking that if the person who made the flying sword had used a little more force, his head would probably be on the verge of collapsing. Monster heads strung together on a string...

Thinking slower and slower.He had no energy left to think or do anything else.The wound was so painful that I couldn't feel it, and my body couldn't stop shaking, and finally I could only slowly lean on the ground, my body was roasted by the surrounding fire, which even brought a trace of hopeless warmth.

Before his consciousness dissipated, Mo Zhuliu seemed to see a person in the burning place ahead.In the bright red light, the white clothes fluttered endlessly, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the corners of his clothes were flame patterns or real flames licking.

But in Mo Zhuliu's eyes, that person was like a piece of fine ice jade, which broke through the fire that filled the sky, and came towards him step by step.

The author has something to say:

2.25 update:

This article is over, and the manuscript box is updated with a chapter every day, and the end of less than 20 chapters, please rest assured to eat.

Pure cool writing, foreshadowing in the early stage, crossing in the middle stage, and happy ending in the later stage.

Everyone is welcome to collect and comment. Collection and comment are the biggest motivation for writers～

The first serialization without archives.It's too painful to write a long story, and I hope I can write it to the end.

I insisted on producing Wangxian short stories for a few days during the New Year, but I still wanted to write something different.

Mo Xiang's description of the villain Wen Ruohan is too little. If it weren't for the animation that gave him a good face, would anyone still love him (╯_╰) Wen Ruohan can't even be called a villain... It feels almost like cannon fodder Paving the way for others (╯_╰)

A lot of my settings in this article are pure crap, there will be some original characters and names that have to be written.I haven't tried to write this kind of stuff much, it's so tiring, but it's always good to have new attempts.

Let's start Valentine's Day with a good sign hey.

Regarding the life experience of Wen Zhuliu in the original book, I remember that his original name was Zhao Zhuliu, he used to live on the streets, and was later appreciated by Wen Ruohan, who changed his surname to Wen.

The setting of this work basically follows this.

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