The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

From a long, long time ago, Zi Yakumo started to weave a deception, that is, the war on the moon.

The disunity of people can be solved by lunar war, the lack of territory can be solved by lunar war, the unity of parties and the opposition of differences can be solved by lunar war. In short, except for the lunar war itself, everything can be solved by lunar war.

From the moment Suixiang and Yakumo Purple met, she knew that this was a classic scam, because as long as the name of the Lunar War existed, Yakumo Purple could do whatever she wanted, and she could do whatever she wanted.

Whether it is defrauding people, eliminating political opponents, or even grabbing land and property, it can be done with awe-inspiring righteousness.

Many things happened thousands of years ago, the biggest ones are nothing more than three, one is the final battle between humans and monsters, the other is the war on the moon, and the third is the establishment of Gensokyo.

And throughout that period of history, almost all the great monsters were dead or injured, except for Yakumo Murasaki, who didn't have anything wrong with him and still managed to build Gensokyo, a paradise for monsters.

Cuixiang knows that for the arrogant monsters, it is extremely difficult for them to give up the entire human world and live in a corner.

As far as she knew, at that time, there were many monsters who opposed Yakumo Purple's establishment of Gensokyo, and then the war started, and then there was no more, because all the monsters who opposed it died in the lunar war.

No matter before or now, Suixiang has never thought that Yakumo Purple would really want to attack the moon, because if she really wanted to do it, it would not only be time-consuming and labor-intensive but also meaningless.

They already have Gensokyo as their territory, and there is no need to waste energy on the hard bone of the moon.

So Cuixiang never once thought that they could still win the moon, let alone when they had no intention of fighting at all.

"It's so weird, there's no reason for it."

It's not that Cuixiang doesn't have confidence in her troops, it's just that this victory came so strangely that she didn't dare to believe it so easily.

"Well, Cuixiang, you don't have to do this, right? If you win, you win. What's the matter?"

As one of the Four Heavenly Kings, Hoshiung Yugi once knew some of the inside story of the war from Suixiang in private, but all she knew was that winning or losing the war was not the goal in itself.

"Your thinking is too simple, Yongyi. If you want me to say that this kind of war can be avoided, avoid it. Even if it can't be avoided, losing is better than winning."

"ah?"

Xingxiong Yongyi was dumbfounded, she never thought that Cuixiang would say such a thing.

It's not that Cuixiang doesn't have confidence and is timid, but that she thinks more than others.

The lunar war itself was only launched to serve Yakumo Murasaki's personal goals. All they wanted was a reason and a fait accompli. The victory or defeat didn't matter at all.

However, if they lose, they will lose their troops, but if they win, the people of the moon will definitely hold their grudges and choose another day for revenge.

If in the future the opponent struggles with their strength, it will be a complete enmity. In this vicious cycle, the worst result is that only one of the moon people and monsters can survive, and the best result is that both sides are reduced to the point where they cannot be defeated. degree of movement.

No matter which outcome it was, Cuixiang didn't want to see it.

So she would rather throw someone back here than spend the rest of her life fighting.

Besides, they are the invading party, and if they are repelled, at most they will be scolded for being overconfident, even if they are ashamed, they will not be thrown anywhere.

After carefully considering the pros and cons, Cuixiang made a decisive decision:

"Yongyi, go to the front and tell them not to go any further. We'll stop when they're ready."

"That's fine."

Despite his extreme reluctance, Xingxiong Yugi still obeyed Suixiang's order.

Suixiang on this side is having a headache about the war, but unfortunately Yakumo Murasaki on the other side has no idea about it.

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, except for a little light from the big hole in the wall when you came here, there is almost no light here, neither the door nor the road, you can't see anything.

Standing quietly in front of the big cave, Yakumo Murasaki silently watched everything in front of her. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind her. She said without looking back:

"Fixed?"

"Um."

It was Yonglin who came, and she brought her bow and arrows into battle after a long time, but both she and Yakumo Zi knew that there was no one on the current moon that needed her to make a formal attack.

Therefore, it is already self-evident who this bow and arrow is used to defend against.

"I asked Takeya-kun to 'escape' first. Toyohime and Yoshiki have also left. No one can hinder us for at least half an hour."

"That's good."

After Yakumo Zi finished speaking, he raised his hand and shot a barrage towards the darkness in front of him, but this insufficiently powerful attack disappeared without a trace in the depths of the darkness as if he had been submerged in a quagmire.

"You said that we were still a little skeptical when you said this was a prison, but now we are a little bit convinced."

She turned and looked at Yong Lin:

"Where is the road?"

"I see, I understand. No wonder you agreed to my conditions so easily. It turns out you are waiting for me here."

Yong Lin stepped forward with a half-smile, and used her spiritual power to light up her fingertips in the void, one stroke at a time, slowly drawing a complex figure:

"You've been here before that time a thousand years ago, right? Yakumo Purple? It's just that you couldn't find the 'way', so you had to give up."

"Yes. Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you, Eirin."

Yakumo Zi admitted without pretentiousness, and kept her gaze on Eirin's gesture:

"Thanks to you repeatedly reminding me not to touch this place, I can easily guess that 'she' is here."

"This is really my miscalculation. I didn't expect 'her' to be among your goals from the beginning."

Yong Lin paused in his movements, and saw that the responsible pattern had taken shape. In an instant, the flow direction of the air changed, a breeze blew out from the depths of darkness, and everything around him began to gradually become clearer.

Yakumo Purple's eyes narrowed, and the big hole in the wall when they came had disappeared. Not only that, but the wall itself had also disappeared. In the blink of an eye, they came under a starry sky.

They are stepping on a spiral staircase, looking up, leading to the end of the sky, shining stardust, looking down, all the way into the bottomless abyss, where the breath of depravity is churning.

"let's go."

Yonglin, who didn't say much, walked up the stairs first, Yakumo Zi hesitated for a while, and then followed Yonglin's pace.

The long steps under the starry sky are full of distorted colors, and the concept of time seems to be blurred. Following Yonglin up, Yakumozi suddenly found that she couldn't remember how long she had been walking here.

"If you have any other plans, I advise you to give up."

As if noticing Yakumo Zi's unusual behavior, Yonglin suddenly said:

"The time and space here are stopped. Even if we try our best, we can't spy a corner of this place, so if you still have some unrealistic ideas, I advise you to give up."

".What the hell is this place?"

Yakumo Zi asked coldly, even in the palace she saw on a moonlit night, she could come and go freely, but here she felt a sense of disobedience that she couldn't move.

She stopped, stared at Bayi Yonglin's back firmly and said:

"This is not a prison!"

".You're right."

Yong Lin raised her head and looked at the bright starry sky, with a look of nostalgia in her eyes:

"This is not a prison in the first place, and I don't like to use cold words like 'prison' to call it. As the residence of the lord, I prefer to call this place—Guanghan Palace."