Zuo Xiaoduo is in the sky.

I saw the ground, and within my sight, there were rows of tombstones!

Neatly, front, back, left and right, stretching out densely; you can't see at a glance!

Whether looking horizontally and vertically or obliquely, all the tombstones are in a straight line, spreading straight to the distant end without end.

A strong shock suddenly surged into my heart.

And in this tombstone jungle, scattered figures can be seen vaguely flowing, moving, burning incense, weeding, drinking, and sitting in meditation.

And so many graves and many tombstones show the thick traces of rain and wind blowing.

But there was not even a weed on all the graves.

Whether it is the brothers who come to visit the grave or the comrades guarding here, they will never allow their comrades to grow any more weeds on the graves!

Every year, fresh soil is transported from afar and scattered on the grave.

In this way, in the eyes of the living, the brothers had just died and the heroic spirit was not far away; I still haven't forgotten the scene back then, and my faces were still alive and still kept in my heart.

On each tombstone, there is a young face left mark.

Some are serious, some are smiling, some are smiling, some are making faces with pranks, some are swollen eyes, some are eating steamed buns, and they are holding half of the steamed bun in their mouths, looking up in shock...

These frozen faces were all quietly watching the world in front of you.

Accompany quietly with your comrades around you.

Some of them were buried together by men and women. The photos on the tombstone were wedding photos of the two parties involved, full of happy smiles, snuggling up to each other, looking at the glitz of the world.

At a very far distance from Zuo Xiaoduo, there is a huge stone tablet standing soaring into the sky and has a huge friend.

It is estimated that it is 300 meters high, but at first glance it looks even more majestic than an ordinary mountain.

There are huge black letters on it.

"Success does not have to be with me, I have no regrets in this life; success or failure is nothing more than history, I have tried my best to fight!"

At the other end, there is an entrance and a couplet.

"The spirit of heroes can enter, but the soul of cowards cannot accept it!"

Then there is a solemn building with wreaths in the yard; only one passage is left, and the end is the Hall of Heroes; entering the Hall of Heroes, four entrances are listed in the east, south, west and north.

People from the four major legions in the southeast, west and northeast are always stationed here to welcome the arrival of heroic souls to their army, and each brings heroic souls to reunite with their previous comrades.

When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived here, when he looked down from above, he could clearly see below. The soldiers standing at the door were full of soldiers in a strong military uniform. Many of them were holding spiritual positions and urns in their arms, waiting quietly.

When it was his turn, he stepped forward with his escort brothers and sent his brothers into a resting place.

It’s not your turn, just wait quietly, and wait as long as you can!

Before sending the brothers into the Temple of Valhalla, no one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to make any moves, no one is allowed to cry, and no one is allowed to laugh.

Even if you wait ten days or one month, you must keep a posture from beginning to end!

Brothers are traveling far away, so be sure to let him walk quietly and with peace of mind. How can he be negligent?

In the Heroic Spirit Hall, there were uninterrupted neatly arranged soldiers entering and leaving to welcome the heroic spirits, and both sides met and saluted; then they were divided into two guards to escort a group of heroic spirits into the temple.

In the distance, there were still many people constantly holding spirit cards and Zhuang Rong came.

Just at the end, line up quietly.

Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one speaks out, and the whole place is silent.

In addition to the sound of footsteps, it is extremely quiet and has few noises!

"This...this is..." Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked when he saw this scene.

My heart was filled with solemnity in an instant, and I felt inexplicably sad and crying. I felt so sad that it was hard to describe.

In the rear, you will never see such a scene!

These dense and endless tombstones are more than hundreds of millions of people?

The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo right, liberated his ban, and then took him quietly into the Heroic Hall to welcome the building.

It seemed like I had made an appointment long ago, and I didn't take a few steps.

A middle-aged man in military uniform walked out, with a square face, a solemn face, and his eyes were like a bloodthirsty hawk. When he saw the old man, his body shook immediately, and then he saluted more and more straight.

The old man returned the gift, with a solemn face and a solemn body, and said in a low voice: "I will take this little guy to the cemetery of the Temple of the Heroes."

The middle-aged man nodded silently, without saying anything, just stretched out his hand and stood solemnly.

The meaning is obvious, please give me some advice.

Then he saluted again, turned around and left, without saying a word from beginning to end.

"He can't speak now, right?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn't help but ask a question that had been puzzled for a long time.

"He... can talk."

The old man sighed and said, "Many, many years ago, he was the one who loved to talk the most. In the whole team, no one laughed more than him, no one said more than him, and his brothers called him a chatterbox.

That time, he and his brothers performed a mission. After the mission was completed, he couldn't help but feel excited. He laughed softly and said a word, "It was just that laughter... and the people of the Wu Alliance were aware of it... This already complete infiltration mission failed. In addition to a pursuit battle, all the brothers on this trip died in a bad life, but he himself was sent out by his brothers..."

"Since then, he has never said a word again!"

"Later, I applied to come to the Valhalla to garrison, here... I don't need to speak."

The old man sighed and said, "It has been five thousand years until now... He has never even had a cough! He has never even spoken to him in his dream."

Five thousand years?!

Zuo Xiaoduo only felt a sore and hot feeling in his heart rushed straight to the top door. For a moment, a feeling of indifference filled his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

The old man took Zuo Xiaoduo all the way out of the building, and then he was already in a cemetery that occupied an extremely vast area.

The ground is flat and smooth, like a mirror.

On the tombstone, fresh and light faces slid past in front of your eyes.

At the far side, a woman with a peerless face and a charming beauty was smiling on the tombstone.

"That's the wife of the King of the Right." The old man sighed softly, walked over and lit a stick of incense, and toasted a jar of wine.

Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.

The wife of the King of the Right?!

Such a big man... actually fell?

When I took a few steps, there were only handwriting on the tombstone—

"My beloved wife's tomb of Fenghua. Girl, please wait for me. Sooner or later, come and get together. Don't be careful, I won't marry another!"

Zuo Xiaoduo's heart was as if he was hit hard by a heavy hammer, like a drum.

The old man sighed softly.

"The King of Right has been single since then; for his marriage, Emperor Zhaixing and others have beaten and scolded him angrily countless times, but every time he held his head and was beaten without saying a word. Until he got older, no one urged him again..."

"Every year, he comes here, drinks quietly a few times, his wife's birthday, he comes, wedding anniversary, he comes, wife's worship day, all... "

"Don't look at this kid who doesn't have a positive appearance every day... in fact, he's feeling bitter!"

The old man sighed softly.

"Don't think that if you become a senior, you will not die. You are all human beings and all life. You will die if you die. How could you say so many things?" the old man sighed.

Then he walked back and came to another grave.

"The Tomb of Sword Emperor Xiao Wushen."

"The sword emperor's sword spirit... was so powerful that of Sun and Moon Pass... At that time, it was the same as now; many people have been fighting for life and death for many years, and even have been with their opponents for a long time, just like friends. Some are even more..."

"In that battle, Xiao Wusheng, the sword emperor who was in charge of the east, suddenly felt something and sent a letter to invite the Wumeng Lingyun Heavenly King opposite him to drink. Lingyun Heavenly King came alone, and the two were drunk once."

"A month later, in order to rescue the trapped brothers, the Sword Emperor entered the ambush of the Lingyun Heavenly King and eventually died in a fierce battle. The Lingyun Heavenly King, together with several other Wu Alliance Kings, killed the Sword Emperor himself, sent the Sword Emperor back and accompanied the Witch Alliance's fine wine thousands of jars."

"Three days later, the King of the Spirit Cloud of the Wu Alliance suddenly returned silently in the Wu Alliance camp."

"Everyone knows that the King of Lingyun was secretly injured by the Sword Emperor's last blow, and he was unable to survive. But... only a few people know that the King of Sword Emperor is dead, and the King of Lingyun doesn't want to live anymore, and he doesn't want to know his friends and go to the Nine Springs alone..."

The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine, filled three cups, two cups in front of the tomb, picked up one cup by himself, and whispered: "Brother... I hope that when I get there, you are no longer enemies. I wish you a cup here, and I wish you to walk side by side and not lonely on the road."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all.

After the aroma of the wine spread in front of the tombstone, the wine in the glass was gently spilled: "Drink more."

He took out a few more jars of wine and poured it out.

He sighed softly and said, "The King of Lingyun in the Wumeng... is a woman. The Emperor of Sword, who has never married for life; while the King of Lingyun in the whole life has never married for life."

Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly realized when he heard this. No wonder the old man said something vaguely, thinking that the two big bosses were like this. It turned out that they had different positions. It was difficult for the two to go hand in hand. When they put their hearts in mind, they couldn't help feeling endless sourness for this pair of lovers.

Human feelings never happen at all because of hostility or feud. Feelings are often the most difficult to control.

Once it grows, it is naturally the most difficult to control.

The Sword Emperor and the Lingyun King knew each other well because of their hostility, developed a good impression and then developed feelings for each other, but they never dared to say that they fought for life and death for the rest of their lives.

You have your responsibilities, and I have my mission.

You can't give in, and I can't give up, so I can only waste it until I die, and both of them die.

Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At that last moment, I'm afraid Lord Sword Emperor... has lived enough, right? He has torn apart for a whole life..."

The old man smiled faintly: "At that time, the two disciples of the Sword Emperor, one of Dongfang Zhengyang and the other of the Sword Lord... were all able to stand alone..."
Chapter completed!