Royal Road Qingtian

Zuo Xiaoduo was at high altitude.

I saw the ground, and as far as the eye could see, there were rows of tombstones!

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

Regardless of whether you look at it vertically or obliquely, all the tombstones are in a straight line, spreading straight to the endless distance.

A strong sense of shock suddenly came to my heart.

And 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 on all the grave mounds, there is not even a single weed.

Whether it's the brothers who came to sweep the grave, or the comrades who are 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 heroic spirits are not far away; I still have not forgotten the scene of that year, and each face is still fresh, and it is still in my heart.

On every tombstone, there is a trace of a young face.

Some are serious, some are smiling, some are hippie smiling, 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...

All of these frozen faces are quietly watching the world in front of them.

Accompanied quietly, comrades around.

There are also some men and women who were buried together. The photos on the tombstones are the wedding photos of the two parties. They 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.

On it, 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 courtyard is full of wreaths; only one passage is left, and the end is the Hall of Valor; entering the Hall of Valor, there are four entrances in the southeast, northwest, and north.

People from the four major armies 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 wait!

Before the brothers are sent to the Hall of Valor, no one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to take any action. Don't cry, let alone laugh.

Even if it is 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.

Inside the Hall of Heroes, neatly lined soldiers entered and exited uninterruptedly to greet the heroic spirits.

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

Just at the very end, quietly lined 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 such a sight!

This dense,

The endless tombstones are 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 seemed that they had made an appointment a long time ago, and they hadn't walked a few steps.

A middle-aged man in military uniform came out, with a square face, serious face, eyes like a bloodthirsty falcon, when he saw the old man, his body trembled 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 low voice: "I will take this little guy to the cemetery of the Hall of Valor."

The middle-aged man nodded silently, didn't 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 a question that he had wondered 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, smiled softly, and said one word, cool. But it was that laugh...that made the people of the Wumeng aware...and made this already successful infiltration mission fail. After a pursuit battle, all the brothers on this trip died unexpectedly. Instead, it was himself who was killed by his brothers. They risked their lives to send it 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 and heat in his heart rushing straight to the door, and for a while, a feeling of silence 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 he was already in the extremely vast cemetery.

The ground is flat and smooth, just like a mirror.

On the tombstone, one by one, young and lively faces slipped before my eyes.

At the farthest side, a woman with a peerless face and a world-beating beauty 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 took a few steps closer, there was only writing on the tombstone——

"The tomb of the beloved wife Nian Fenghua. Don't worry, girl, wait for me, come get together sooner or later, don't be narrow-minded, I won't marry another!"

Zuo Xiaoduo's heart felt like being 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 would come here to drink quietly a few times, his wife's birthday, his wedding anniversary, his wife's memorial day, everything..."

"Don't look at this kid as if he doesn't have a good 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's not just death. There are so many sayings." The old man sighed.

Then he went back and came to another tomb.

"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 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 of them 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. The Lingyun Heavenly King, together with several other Wumeng Heavenly Kings, personally killed the Sword Emperor, and sent the sword emperor's body back. , and a thousand altars of Wumeng fine wine are included."

"Three days later, Heavenly King Lingyun of the Wumeng 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 doesn't want to know his friends." Walking alone in the Nine Springs..."

The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine, filled three cups, two cups were in front of the tomb, and one cup was picked up by himself, and said softly: "Brothers... I hope you are no longer enemies when you get there. I hereby offer you a cup. I wish you all walk side by side, you will not be alone on the road.”

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

After the fragrance of the wine in front of the tombstone dissipated, he lightly spilled the wine in the glass: "Drink more."

He took out a few jars of wine and poured them down.

Sighing softly, he said, "The Heavenly King Lingyun of the Wumeng...is a woman. The Sword Emperor never married; and the Heavenly King Lingyun never married."

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 walk side by side. 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 responsibilities, I have mine.

You can't back down, and I can't give up, so I can only spend it blindly until I fall, and both of them fall.

Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At the last moment, I'm afraid Lord Sword Emperor... Is it enough to live? 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, the artistic conception is more than enough.