The Unconventional Legend Chapter 112: Heroic Cemetery

Zuo Xiaoduo is in the sky.

I can only see the ground, there are rows of tombstones as far as I can see!

It is neatly arranged, front and back, left and right, densely extended; you can't see the head at a glance!

Regardless of whether you look at it horizontally or vertically, all the tombstones present a straight line, spreading straight to the far end without end.

A strong shock rushed into my heart suddenly.

In this jungle of tombstones, there are faintly visible sporadic figures moving, moving, scenting, weeding, drinking, and sitting in meditation.

With so many tombs, many tombstones show thick traces of rain and wind.

But all the graves are not even a weed.

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-in-arms!

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

In this way, in the eyes of the living, the brothers have just died, and the heroic spirit is not far away; I still have not forgotten the scenes of the year, each face is still fresh and still kept in my heart.

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

Some are serious, some are smiling, some are hippie smiles, some are making mischievous faces, some are still swollen, some are eating steamed buns, and they are holding half of steamed buns in their mouths and raising their heads in surprise...

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

Quietly accompanied by his comrades-in-arms.

Some of them were buried together. The photos on the tombstone were the wedding photos of the two parties. There were happy smiles in them, leaning against each other, looking at the glitz of the world.

At the far end of Zuo Xiaoduo's sight, there is a huge stone monument, standing tall in the sky, with no friends.

At a glance, it was three hundred meters high, and it was even more majestic than an ordinary mountain.

There are huge black letters on it.

"Success does not lie with 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 and a couplet.

"The spirit of heroes can enter, but the soul of cowards is not!"

Then there is a solemn building with wreaths in the courtyard; only one passage is left, and at the end is the Hall of Valor; into the Hall of Valor, there are four entrances in the south, east, north, and west.

People from the four major legions of southeast, northwest and northwest are always stationed here to welcome the arrival of the heroic souls of their own army, and each invites the heroic souls to reunite with their former comrades in arms.

When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived here, when I looked down from above, I could clearly see below. The people standing at the door were all covered in military uniforms. Many of them were holding spiritual positions and ashes in their arms. , Waiting quietly.

When it was its turn, I stepped forward with the guarding brothers and sent my brother to the resting place.

It's not 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 do anything. Don't cry, let alone laugh.

Even if you wait for ten days or one month, you must maintain a position from beginning to end!

Brother travels far, so you must let him walk quietly and comfortably. How can there be the slightest negligence.

In the Hall of Heroic Spirits, there are uninterruptedly lined up soldiers going in and out, welcoming the heroic spirits, facing each other and saluting; then they are divided into two guards to **** a group of heroic spirits into the hall.

In the distance, there are still many people who keep holding spirit cards, and Zhuang Rong comes.

It's at the end, quietly lining up.

Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one speaks out, and the whole room is 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 filled with solemnity instantaneously, and there was an inexplicable urge to weep, and I only felt sad in my heart, which was indescribable.

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

This dense, endless stretch of tombstones, more than hundreds of millions of people?

The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo upright, freed his restrictions, and then led him quietly into the Hall of Valor to welcome the building.

It seems that an appointment has been made a long time ago, and there are no more steps.

A middle-aged man in a military uniform walked out, with a square face, a solemn face, and his eyes were like bloodthirsty hawks. Seeing the old man, his body immediately shook, and his body became more erect and respected. ceremony.

The old man replied with a solemn face and solemnity, and said in a low voice: "I will take this little guy to the cemetery of the Hall of Heroes."

The middle-aged man nodded silently, did not speak, just stretched out his hand and stood solemnly.

The meaning is obvious, please.

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

"This will, isn't he not good at talking?" 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 most talkative person. In the whole team, no one laughed more than him, no one talked more than him, and he couldn't finish talking every day. If he is, his brothers all call him talkative.

That time, he and his brothers were performing the task. After the task was completed, he couldn't help his excitement, smiled softly, and said a word, cool. But it was the laugh...that made the people of the Umbilical League aware...that made the successful infiltration mission failed. After a chase, all the brothers on this trip died. On the contrary, he was killed by the brothers. We sent them out in desperation..."

"He hasn't said a word since then!"

"Later, I applied to be stationed in this Hall of Valor, and here... there is no need to speak."

The old man sighed and said: "Up to now, five thousand years have passed... He has never even coughed! He has not even said a single sleep talk."

Five thousand years? !

Zuo Xiaoduo just felt sour and fiery in his heart rushing to the top door, and for a while, there was a feeling of silence in his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

The old man took Zuo Xiaoduo and walked out of the building all the way, and then he was already in the cemetery with an unusually large area.

The ground is flat and smooth, like a mirror.

On the tombstone, one by one, young and lively faces glided in front of my eyes.

In the farthest position, a woman with a beautiful face and an alluring country is smiling on the tombstone.

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

Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.

The wife of the King of Heaven on Youlu? !

This big man... has also fallen?

As soon as I walked a few steps closer, only the tombstone still has handwriting——

"The tomb of my beloved wife in the year of Fenghua. The girl rest assured to wait for me, come sooner or later, don’t be careful, I won’t marry another!"

Zuo Xiaoduo's heart is like being beaten violently with a heavy hammer, like beating a drum.

The old man sighed softly.

"The Youlu Heavenly King has been single since then; for his marriage, Emperor Zhanxing has beaten and scolded him countless times, but every time he hugged his head and was beaten without saying a word Until he got older and older, no one rushed him anymore..."

"Every year, he will come here, quietly drinking a few times, his wife's birthday, he comes, the wedding anniversary, he comes, the wife's memorial day, there is nothing less than..."

"Don't look at this kid as if he doesn't have a right shape every day... In fact, he is suffering!"

The old man sighed softly.

"Don't think that you will not perish if you become a high-level person. The same is human and the same is fate. It is not that death is death, where there are so many said." The old man sighed.

Then he walked back and came to another grave.

"Sword Emperor Xiao Silent Tomb."

"Back then, the sword emperor sword spirit... Megatron Sun and Moon Pass... back then, it was the same as now; many people have been fighting for life and death for many years, and even have been with opponents for a long time, just like no friends. Different. Some are more..."

"In that battle, the sword emperor Xiao Wusheng, who was sitting in the east, suddenly felt something. He sent a book to invite the Lingyun Heavenly King from the opposite side to drink. Lingyun Heavenly King came alone, and the two were 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 battle. Lingyun Heavenly King and several other witch league heavenly kings, after personally killing the Sword Emperor, took the Sword Emperor The corpse was returned, and a thousand altars of wine from the Umbil League were included."

"Three days later, Lingyun Heavenly King of the Witch League suddenly came back silent in the Witch League camp."

"Everyone knows that the Lingyun Heavenly King was wounded by the sword emperor's last blow, and could not survive it. But...only a few people know ~IndoMTL.com~ The Sword Emperor is dead, and the Lingyun Heavenly King is also dead. I don’t want to live anymore, I don’t want to go to Jiuquan by myself..."

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

After that, he raised his head and drank it.

Wait until the aroma of wine in front of the tombstone diffuses, then gently spill the wine in the glass: "Drink more."

He took out a few jars of wine, pouring out.

Sigh gently, and said: "The Witch League Lingyun Heavenly King... is a woman. The sword emperor has never married; and the Lingyun Heavenly King has never been married."

Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly realized that when he heard the words, it is no wonder that the old man faintly said just now. He thought that the two big men had different positions. It is difficult for the two to be parallel. A pair of lovers felt endless soreness.

Human feelings never happen because of hostility or feud; 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 deeply because of their hostility, and gave birth to good feelings, and then gave birth to affection, but they never dared to say that they fought life and death like this for a lifetime.

You have your responsibility, and I have my mission.

You can't give up, and I can't give up, I can only consume it until it falls, and both fall.

Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At the last moment, I'm afraid Lord Sword Emperor... is enough to live, right? It's been a whole life of entanglement and torment..."

The old man smiled faintly: "At that time, the two disciples of the sword emperor, one Dongfang Zhengyang and the other Sword Sovereign... can already be on their own..."

Sighed, but the artistic conception was more than complete.