All I saw was the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there were rows of tombstones!
Neatly, densely extending from front to back, left and right; you can’t even see the end at a glance!
Regardless of whether you look at it horizontally, vertically or diagonally, all the tombstones are in a straight line, spreading straight into the endless distance.
A strong feeling of shock suddenly came to my heart.
In this jungle of tombstones, scattered figures can be vaguely seen moving around, burning incense, weeding, drinking, and sitting quietly.
And with so many graves, many tombstones show strong traces of rain and wind.
But there is not even a weed on all the graves.
Whether it is the brothers who come to sweep the graves or the comrades who are guarding here, they will never allow a single weed to grow on the graves of their comrades!
Every year, fresh soil is brought from afar and sprinkled on the graves.
In this way, in the eyes of the living, the brothers have just died and their spirits are not far away. I have not forgotten the scene back then. Each face is still fresh and remains in my heart.
On every tombstone, there is a trace of a young face.
Some were serious, some were smiling, some were smiling playfully, some were making mischievous faces, some had swollen eyes, some were eating steamed buns, and looked up in astonishment with half a piece of steamed bun in their mouths...
These faces that were frozen for a moment were all quietly observing the world in front of them.
Accompanying me quietly, my comrades beside me.
There are also some where men and women are buried together. The photos on the tombstones are wedding photos of the two parties involved. They are full of happy smiles, leaning against each other, looking at the glitz of the world.
As far as Zuo Xiaoduo can see, there is a huge stone monument, towering into the sky and huge.
It is visually estimated to be three hundred meters high. At first glance, it is even more majestic than an ordinary mountain peak.
On it, there are huge black letters.
"Success does not belong to me, 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 with a couplet.
"The spirit of a hero can enter, but the soul of a coward cannot!"
Then there is a solemn building, with the courtyard filled with wreaths; there is only one passage, and at the end is the Hall of Valor; entering the Hall of Valor, there are four entrances: southeast, northwest and northwest.
People from the four major legions of the southeast, northwest and northwest are stationed here at all times to welcome the arrival of heroic souls belonging to their own armies, and each of them will lead the heroic souls to reunite with their former comrades.
When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived, when he looked down from above, he could clearly see below. Standing at the door were all soldiers in heroic uniforms. Many of them were holding coffins and urns in their arms, quietly
Wait quietly.
When it was his turn, he stepped forward with the brothers who were guarding him, and sent his brother to his resting place.
If you don’t get your turn, just wait quietly for as long as you want!
Before sending the brothers into the Hall of Valor, no one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to make any movement. No one is allowed to cry, and no one is allowed to laugh.
Even if you wait for ten days or a month, you must maintain the same posture from beginning to end!
When a brother travels a long distance, he must be allowed to go quietly and peacefully without any neglect.
In the Hall of Heroes, neatly arranged soldiers filed in and out to greet the heroes, facing each other and saluting; then they divided into two lines of escorts to escort a group of heroes into the hall.
In the distance, there are still many people holding spiritual tablets, and Zhuang Rong is coming.
Just at the end, waiting in line quietly.
Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one speaks a word, and the whole place is silent.
Apart from the sound of footsteps, it was extremely quiet and there was very little noise!
"This...this is..." Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked when he saw this scene.
My heart was instantly filled with solemnity, and I felt an inexplicable urge to shed tears. I felt so sad that it was hard to describe.
You will never see such a scene from behind!
There are more than hundreds of millions of people in these densely packed and endless tombstones?
The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo straight, released his restraints, and then led him quietly into the welcoming building of the Hall of Heroes.
It seemed that we had made an appointment long ago, and we only walked a few steps.
A middle-aged man in military uniform walked out, with a square face, a serious face, and eyes like a bloodthirsty falcon. When he saw the old man, his body immediately shook, and then he saluted with an even straighter body.
The old man returned the gift with a solemn face and solemn body, and said in a low voice: "I will take this little guy to the Cemetery of the Temple of Heroes."
The middle-aged man nodded silently, did not speak, just stretched out his hand and stood solemnly.
The meaning is obvious, please do as you please.
Then he saluted again, turned around and left without saying a word.
"Isn't he unable to speak now?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn't hold back and asked the question he had been wondering about for a long time.
"He...can talk."
The old man sighed and said: "Many, many years ago, he was the most talkative person. In the entire team, no one laughed more than him, and no one talked more than him. He had endless words to say every day.
His brothers all called him talkative.
That time, he and his brothers performed a mission. After the mission was completed, he couldn't help the excitement in his heart. He laughed softly and said one word, "It's great." But just that laugh... made the people of the Wu League feel happy.
What he noticed... caused this already successful infiltration mission to fail. After a pursuit battle, all the brothers on this trip died unexpectedly. Instead, he himself was rescued by his brothers..."
"He hasn't said a word since then!"
"Later, I applied to be stationed in the Hall of Heroes. Here... there is no need to talk."
The old man sighed and said: "Five thousand years have passed until now... He has never even coughed! He has not even talked in his sleep once."
Five thousand?!
Zuo Xiaoduo felt a sour and hot feeling in his heart that rushed straight to the front door. For a moment, a speechless feeling filled his heart, and he was speechless for a long time.
The old man led Zuo Xiaoduo all the way out of the building, and then they were already in an unusually vast cemetery.
The ground is flat and smooth, just like a mirror.
On the tombstone, one by one, fresh and young faces passed before my eyes.
In the farthest position, a woman with a peerless appearance and a captivating beauty is smiling happily on the tombstone.
"That's the wife of the King of Heaven on the Right Road." The old man sighed softly, walked over, burned a stick of incense and offered a jar of wine.
Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.
The wife of the right-wing king?!
Such a big shot... actually fell?
When I took a few steps closer, I could only see the writing on the tombstone——
"The tomb of my beloved wife Nian Fenghua. Don't worry, girl, wait for me. We will come to meet you sooner or later. Don't be petty, I won't marry another one!"
Zuo Xiaoduo's heart felt like it was being hit hard by a heavy hammer, like a drum beating.
The old man sighed softly.
"The Right King has been single since then. For his marriage, the Star Reaching Emperor and others angrily beat him countless times, but every time he was beaten 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 comes here and drinks quietly several times. He comes here on his wife's birthday, on their wedding anniversary, and on his wife's birthday. It's all..."
"Don't look at it, this kid seems to be out of shape every day... but in fact, he is suffering in his heart!"
The old man sighed softly.
"Don't think that you won't perish if you become a high-level person. We are still human beings, and we have the same fate. It's not always easy to die. How can there be so many sayings." The old man sighed.
Then he walked back and came to another tomb.
"The Tomb of Sword Emperor Xiao Wusheng."
"Back then, the sword spirit of the Sword Emperor... was so powerful in the Sun and Moon Pass... At that time, it was the same as now; many people had been fighting life and death for many years, and they even had long-standing friendships with their opponents, and they were like good friends. Some of them were like good friends.
even more……"
"During that battle, Sword Emperor Xiao Wusheng, who was sitting in the east, suddenly felt something. He sent a letter to invite King Lingyun of the opposite witch union to have a drink. King Lingyun came alone, and the two of them got drunk."
"A month later, in order to rescue his trapped brothers, the Sword Emperor entered an ambush by King Lingyun, and finally died in a fierce battle. King Lingyun, together with several other kings of the Witch Alliance, killed the Sword Emperor with his own hands and sent the body of the Sword Emperor back.
, and it also comes with thousands of jars of fine wine from the Witch Alliance.”
"Three days later, King Lingyun of the Wu League suddenly passed away without a trace in the Wu League camp."
"Everyone knows that King Lingyun was secretly injured by the Sword Emperor's last blow and was unable to survive. However... only a few people know that after the Sword Emperor is dead, King Lingyun does not want to live anymore and does not want to be friends.
Walking alone in Jiuquan..."
The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine, filled three glasses, put two glasses in front of the tomb, picked up one by himself, and said softly: "Brothers... I hope that when we get there, you will no longer be enemies. I am here to toast you.
I wish you all the best to walk side by side and never be alone on the road."
After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all.
After the aroma of wine dissipated in front of the tombstone, he gently spilled the wine in the glass and said, "Drink more."
He took out several jars of wine and poured it down.
Sighing softly, he said: "Lingyun Heavenly King of the Wu Alliance... is a woman. The Sword Emperor has never married, and Lingyun Heavenly King has never married."
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly realized after hearing this, no wonder the old man just said something vaguely, thinking that the two big guys were so and so, but it turns out that they have different positions from each other.
People feel endless sourness.
Human feelings will never happen because of any hostility or feud; things like 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 Heavenly 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 anything, and they have been fighting life and death for a lifetime.
You have your responsibilities and I have my mission.
You can't give in, and I can't give up. I can only continue to waste it until I die, and both of us die.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At that last moment, I'm afraid that Lord Sword Emperor...has had enough, right? We have been tied to each other and tortured for a whole life..."
The old man gave a faint wry smile: "The two disciples of the Sword Emperor at that time, one was Dongfang Zhengyang and the other was Sword Lord... both were already able to take charge of their own affairs..."
I sighed, but my artistic conception was still unfinished.