Zuo Xiaoduo is in the air.
The ground is full of rows of tombstones!
Neat, front, back, left and right, densely extending out; You can''t see the end at a glance!
Whether looking horizontally or obliquely, all tombstones show a straight-line situation, spreading straight to the other end of the endless distance.
A strong sense of shock suddenly came to my heart.
In the tombstone jungle, sporadic figures can be seen, moving, incense, weeding, drinking and sitting in silence.
With so many tombs, many tombstones show strong traces of rain and wind.
But all the graves have no weeds.
No matter the brothers who come to visit the tomb or the comrades in arms who are 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 spirit is not far away; I still haven''t forgotten the scene of that year. Each face is still fresh and still in my heart.
On every tombstone, there is a young face with traces.
Some are serious, some are smiling, some are joking, some are making funny faces, some are swollen, some are eating steamed bread, half a piece of steamed bread is in their mouth, and they look up in amazement
These instant frozen faces are quietly looking at the world in front of them.
Quietly accompany your comrades in arms.
Some are buried together. The photos on the tombstone are wedding photos of the two parties. They are full of happy smiles, snuggling up to each other and looking at the flashiness of the world.
Far away from Zuo Xiaoduo''s eyes, there is a huge stone tablet standing in the sky.
Visually, it is 300 meters high. At a glance, it is even more majestic than an ordinary mountain peak.
There are huge black words on it.
"Success doesn''t have to be in me. I have no regrets in this life; success or failure is nothing but history. I''ve tried my best to fight!"
On the other side, there is an entrance and a pair of couplets.
"The spirit of heroes can enter, but the soul of cowards can''t accept it!"
Then there was a solemn building, and the yard was full of wreaths; Only one passage is left, and the end is the hall of the spirit; Enter the Yingling hall, with four entrances in the southeast and northwest.
People from the four major legions in the southeast and northwest are stationed here all the time to welcome the arrival of the heroic soul of their army and bring the heroic soul back to reunite with their former comrades in arms.
When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived here and looked down from the sky, he could clearly see below. Standing at the door were all soldiers in heroic military uniforms. Many people were waiting quietly with holy tablets and urn in their arms.
When it was his turn, he and his brothers were stepping forward to send their brothers to their resting place.
If you can''t wait, wait as long as you want!
No one is allowed to speak and no one is allowed to act before sending the brothers into the Yingling hall. No more crying, no more laughing.
Even if you wait for ten days or a month, you must keep a posture from beginning to end!
When a brother goes on a long journey, he must go quietly and at ease. How can he be slighted.
In the hall of the heroic spirit, there are orderly soldiers coming in and out to greet the heroic spirit. The two sides face each other and salute; Then they divided into two escort teams to escort a group of heroes into the temple.
In the distance, many people came to Zhuang Rong with spirit cards.
It''s at the back, standing in line quietly.
Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one speaks out and the whole scene is silent.
In addition to the sound of footsteps, it is extremely quiet, with little noise!
"This... This is..." Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked when he saw this scene.
Heart, has been a solemn instantaneous fill, inexplicably gave birth to a sad tears impulse, only feel sad, unspeakable.
In the rear, you will never see such a scene!
This dense and endless tombstone is more than hundreds of millions of people?
The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo right, liberated his prohibition, and then took him quietly into the Yingling hall to meet the building.
It seems that I have made an appointment long ago. I haven''t taken a few steps.
A middle-aged man in a military uniform came out with a square face and solemn face. His eyes were like a bloodthirsty falcon. When he saw the old man, his body shook immediately, and then his body became more and more upright and saluted.
The old man replied with a solemn face and a solemn voice: "I''ll take this little guy to the cemetery of the spirit temple."
The middle-aged man nodded silently, didn''t speak, just stretched out his hand and stood in silence.
The meaning is obvious. Please help yourself.
Then he saluted again, turned and left without saying a word from beginning to end.
"He won''t speak at this meeting?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn''t resist and asked a question that he had wondered for a long time at the bottom of his heart.
"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 and talked more than him. His brothers called him talkative every day.
At that time, he and his brothers carried out the task. After the task was completed, he couldn''t help but feel excited. He smiled gently and said a word, cool. But that smile... Made the people of the witch League aware of it... So that this successful sneaking mission was on the verge of success. After a chase battle, all the brothers on this trip died, but he himself was spared by his brothers My life was sent out... "
"He hasn''t said a word since then!"
"Later, I applied to be stationed in the Yingling hall. Here... I don''t need to speak."
The old man sighed and said, "up to now, five thousand years have passed... He hasn''t even coughed! He hasn''t even spoken in his dream."
Five thousand years?!
Zuo Xiaoduo only felt a burst of sour and hot in his heart and rushed to the top door. For a time, there was a feeling of silence in 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, fresh and light faces, one by one, slipped in front of us.
In the most remote position, a woman with a peerless face and a beautiful country and city is smiling on the tombstone.
"That''s the wife of the heavenly king on the right road." the old man sighed gently and went over to offer incense and a jar of wine.
Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.
The wife of the right heavenly king?!
Such big people... Have fallen?
A few steps closer, there were still handwriting on the tombstone——
"The tomb of my wife''s youth. Don''t worry, girl. Wait for me and get together sooner or later. Don''t be careful. I won''t marry again!"
Zuo Xiaoduo''s heart is like being hit violently by a heavy hammer, like beating a drum.
The old man sighed softly.
"The right road heavenly king has been single since then; for his marriage, the star picking emperor and others have angrily beaten and scolded him countless times, but each time he held his head and was beaten without saying a word until he was getting older and older, and finally no one urged him anymore..."
"Every year, he will come here and drink quietly several times. His wife''s birthday, his wedding anniversary, his wife''s memorial day, all of them..."
"Although it seems that this boy doesn''t have a normal shape every day... In fact, he is suffering!"
The old man sighed softly.
"Don''t think that if you become a high-level, you won''t fall. It''s both human and life. You don''t say die. Where are so many people?" the old man sighed.
Then he walked back to another grave.
"The silent Tomb of the sword emperor Xiao."
"In those days, the sword emperor''s sword spirit... The majestic Sun Moon pass... At that time, it was the same as now; many people have fought and killed over the years, and even have been friends with their opponents for a long time, just like friends. Some are even more..."
"In that battle, Xiao, the sword emperor in the East, was silent. Suddenly, he felt a feeling and sent a letter to invite Lingyun king, the witch alliance opposite, to drink. Lingyun king came alone and got drunk once."
"A month later, in order to rescue the trapped brothers, the sword emperor entered the ambush of Lingyun heavenly king and finally died. Lingyun heavenly king, together with several other Wumeng heavenly kings, personally killed the sword emperor, returned the sword emperor''s body and sent a thousand bottles of Wumeng wine."
"Three days later, the spirit cloud king of the witch alliance suddenly died quietly in the witch alliance camp."
"Everyone knows that Lingyun heavenly king was hurt by the last blow of the sword emperor and couldn''t survive. However... Only a few people know that the sword emperor is dead, and Lingyun heavenly king doesn''t want to live anymore. He doesn''t want to make friends and go alone in Jiuquan..."
The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine and filled it with three cups. Two cups were in front of the tomb, and one cup was brought up by himself. He whispered, "brother... I hope you will no longer be the enemy there. I''ll give you a toast here. I wish you walk side by side and be not alone."
After that, he drank it with his head up.
Wait until the wine fragrance in front of the tombstone spreads out, and then gently sprinkle the wine in the cup: "drink more."
He took out several jars of wine and poured it out.
He sighed softly and said, "the Lingyun heavenly king of the witch Alliance... Is a woman. The sword emperor has not married all his life, while the Lingyun heavenly king has not married all his life."
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly realized when he heard the speech. No wonder the old man just said something. He thought that the two big men were different from each other. It was difficult for them to go hand in hand. He couldn''t help feeling endless bitterness for this pair of lovers.
People''s feelings never happen because of any hostility or feud; Feelings are often the most difficult thing to control.
Once breeding, nature is also the most difficult to control.
The sword emperor and the Lingyun heavenly king knew each other well because of their hostility. They had a good feeling and then a feeling, but they never dared to say that they fought like this all their lives.
You have your responsibility, I have my mission.
You can''t give in, I can''t give up, so I can only blindly consume it until it falls, and both of them fall.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed gently: "at that last moment, I''m afraid that the sword emperor... Has lived enough? They have been tied up and tortured each other for a whole life..."
The old man smiled bitterly: "at that time, the two disciples of the sword emperor, one is Dongfang Zhengyang and the other is Jianjun... Both can be alone..."
Sighed, but the artistic conception was not exhausted.