Chapter 954: Cemetery of Heroic Spirits [Add updates for leader Ling Xiaoye!
Chapter 954 Cemetery of Heroic Spirits [Add updates for leader Ling Xiaoye! 】
Zuo Xiaoduo is at high altitude.
I can only see the ground, and as far as the eye can see, there are rows of tombstones!
Neatly, front, back, left, and right, extending out densely; you can't see the end at a glance!
Whether you look at it horizontally or vertically, all the tombstones are in a straight line, spreading straight to the endless distance.
A strong sense of shock suddenly came to my heart.
In this jungle of tombstones, sporadic figures can be vaguely seen flowing, moving, offering incense, weeding, drinking, and sitting quietly.
And so many tombs, many tombstones are full of strong traces of rain and wind.
But there is not even a single weed on all the grave mounds.
Whether it is the brothers who came to sweep the grave, or the comrades guarding here, they will never allow a trace of weeds to grow on the graves of their comrades!
Every year, fresh soil is transported from afar and sprinkled on the graves.
In this way, in the eyes of the living, the brothers have just died, and the heroes are not far away;
On every tombstone, there is a trace of a young face.
Some are serious, some are smiling, some are joking, some are making mischievous faces, some have swollen eyes, some are eating steamed buns, and look up in astonishment with half a steamed bun in their mouth...
These frozen faces are all quietly watching the world in front of them.
Accompanied quietly, comrades around.
There are also some men and women who were buried together. The photo on the tombstone is the wedding photo of the two parties, which are full of happy smiles, cuddling each other, looking at the worldly glitz.
As far as Zuo Xiaoduo could see, there was a huge stone monument, towering into the sky, huge and unparalleled.
According to visual estimation, it is a full 300 meters high, and at first glance, it is even more majestic than an ordinary mountain.
Above, there are huge black characters.
"Success doesn't have to be mine, I have no regrets in this life; success or failure is nothing but history, I have tried my best to fight!"
At the other end, there is an entrance and a pair of couplets.
"The spirit of a hero can enter, but the soul of a coward cannot!"
Then there is a solemn and solemn building, the yard is full of wreaths; there is only one passage, and the end is the Hall of Valor; entering the Hall of Valor, there are four entrances in the south, east, north, and west.
People from the four major legions in the southeast, northwest, and north are stationed here all the time to welcome the heroic souls belonging to their own army, and each guide the heroic souls to reunite with their former comrades-in-arms.
When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived here, when he looked down from above, he could clearly see the people standing at the door, all of them were soldiers in handsome uniforms, many of them were holding coffins and urns in their arms, standing quietly Wait quietly.
When it was his turn, he stepped forward with his guarding brothers and sent his brother to the resting place.
If it’s not your turn, just wait quietly, as long as you want!
Before the brothers are sent to the Hall of Valor, no one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to make any movements. Don't cry, let alone laugh.
Even if you are waiting for ten days or a month, you must keep one posture from the beginning to the end!
Brother travels far, be sure to let him go quietly and with peace of mind, how could he be neglected in the slightest.
In the Hall of Heroes, there were uninterrupted rows of neatly arranged soldiers entering and exiting to greet the heroic spirits.
In the distance, there are still many people holding spiritual cards, and Zhuang Rong comes.
is at the very end, quietly queuing up.
Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one speaks out, and the place is completely silent.
Except for the sound of footsteps, it is extremely quiet, with little noise!
"This...this is..." Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked when he witnessed this scene.
My heart was instantly filled with solemnity, and I felt an inexplicable urge to cry. I just felt so sad that it was hard to describe.
In the rear, never see a sight like this!
This densely packed, endlessly stretching tombstone is more than hundreds of millions of people?
The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo upright, released his restraint, and then led him quietly into the welcoming building of the Hall of Valor.
It seems that the appointment has been made a long time ago, and I haven't walked a few steps.
A middle-aged man in military uniform came out, with a square face, serious face, and eyes like a bloodthirsty falcon. When he saw the old man, his body shook immediately, and then he saluted with a straighter body.
The old man returned the salute with a serious face and a solemn body, and said in a deep voice: "I will take this little guy to the cemetery of the Hall of Valor."
The middle-aged man nodded silently, did not speak, just stretched out his hand and stood there.
The meaning is obvious, you go ahead.
Then he saluted again, turned around and left, without saying a word from beginning to end.
"Now, he can't talk, right?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn't hold back, and asked the question that he had been wondering for a long time.
"He...can talk."
The old man sighed, and said: "Many, many years ago, he was the one who loved talking the most. In the whole team, no one laughed more than him, no one talked more than him, and he couldn't finish talking every day. His brothers call him a chatterbox.
That time, he and his brothers performed a mission. After the mission was completed, he couldn't help the excitement in his heart. He smiled softly and said one word, cool. But it was that laugh...that made the people of the Wumeng aware...so that this successful infiltration mission failed. After a pursuit battle, all the brothers on this trip died unexpectedly, but it was himself who was spared by the brothers. Life is sent out..."
"He hasn't said a word since then!"
"Later, I applied to be garrisoned in the Hall of Valor. Here... there is no need to speak."
The old man sighed, and said: "Up to now, five thousand years have passed... He hasn't even had a cough! He hasn't even talked in his sleep once."
Five thousand? !
Zuo Xiaoduo only felt a burst of soreness in his heart and rushed straight to the door. For a while, there was a feeling of incoherent words filling his heart, and he was speechless for a long time.
The old man took Zuo Xiaoduo all the way out of the building, and then he was already in the extremely vast cemetery.
The ground is flat and smooth, just like a mirror.
On the tombstone, young and lively faces slipped before my eyes.
At the farthest position, a woman with a peerless face and an overpowering country is smiling sweetly on the tombstone.
"That's the wife of the Right Heavenly King." The old man sighed softly, walked over to burn a stick of incense, and offered a toast to a jar of wine.
Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.
The right-hand king's wife? !
This big man...has also fallen?
When he got a few steps closer, there was only writing on the tombstone—
"The tomb of my beloved wife Nian Fenghua. Girl, don't worry, wait for me, come get together sooner or later, don't be narrow-minded, I won't marry another!"
Zuo Xiaoduo's heart felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, like a drum beating.
The old man sighed softly.
"Youlu Tianwang has been celibate since then; for his marriage, Emperor Zhaixing and others have beaten and scolded him countless times angrily, but every time he was beaten with his head in his arms, without saying a word, until he was old. It's getting bigger and bigger, and finally no one is urging him anymore..."
"Every year, he will come here to drink quietly a few times, on his wife's birthday, on his wedding anniversary, on his wife's memorial day, everything..."
"Don't look at this kid as if he doesn't have a regular shape every day... In fact, he is suffering in his heart!"
The old man sighed softly.
"Don't think that you won't fall if you become a high-level person. One is a person and one is a fate. It doesn't matter if you die or die. There are so many sayings." The old man sighed.
Immediately went back and came to another grave.
"The Tomb of Sword Emperor Xiao Wusheng."
"Back then Sword Emperor Dao Ling... Megatron Sun Moon Pass... At that time, it was the same as now; many people have fought life and death for many years, and even have long-standing friends with their opponents, just like friends. Some are even more ..."
"During that battle, Xiao Wusheng, the sword emperor who was sitting in the east, suddenly felt something, and sent a letter to invite the opposite Wumeng Lingyun Tianwang to drink. Lingyun Tianwang came alone, and the two got drunk once."
"One month later, in order to rescue the trapped brothers, the Sword Emperor entered the ambush of the Lingyun Heavenly King, and finally died in a fierce battle. Lingyun Heavenly King, together with several other Wumeng Heavenly Kings, killed the Sword Emperor with his own hands, and sent the sword emperor's body back. , and a thousand altars of Wumeng fine wine are included."
"Three days later, the Wumeng Lingyun Heavenly King passed away silently in the Wumeng camp."
"Everyone knows that Heavenly King Lingyun was secretly injured by the sword emperor's last blow, and he couldn't survive. But...only a few people know that after the death of Sword Emperor, Heavenly King Lingyun doesn't want to live anymore, and he doesn't want to go alone with his friends Jiuquan..."
The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine, filled three cups, two cups were in front of the tomb, one cup was picked up by himself, and he said softly: "Brothers... I hope you are no longer enemies when you get there. I hereby offer you a cup. May you walk side by side and never be alone on the road.”
After finishing speaking, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Waited until the aroma of the wine in front of the tombstone dissipated, and then lightly spilled the wine in the glass: "Drink more."
He took out a few jars of wine and poured them down.
Sighed softly, said: "Wumeng Lingyun Heavenly King... is a woman. Sword Emperor, never married in his life; and Lingyun Heavenly King, never married in his whole life."
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly realized when he heard the words, no wonder what the old man said just now, he thought that the two big brothers were so different, but it turned out that they had different positions from each other, and it was difficult for the two to go hand in hand. People feel endless sourness.
People's feelings never happen because of any hostility or feud; things like feelings are often the most difficult to control.
Once it breeds, it is naturally the most difficult to control.
The Sword Emperor and the Lingyun Heavenly King knew each other well because of their hostility, and they developed a good impression, and then a love affair, but they never dared to say it, and they just fought life and death for a lifetime.
You have your responsibility, I have my mission.
You can't back down, and I can't give up, so I can only continue to consume until I fall, and both of them fall.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At the last moment, I'm afraid that the Lord Sword Emperor...has lived enough, right? We have been tied to each other and tortured for a whole life..."
The old man smiled wryly: "At that time, the two disciples of the Sword Emperor, one Dongfang Zhengyang, and the other was the Sword Lord... Both of them can be independent..."
Sighed, but the artistic conception is more than enough.
(end of this chapter)