Hall of the 284 Heroes! Memorial!
Ruo Shui glanced at Zhenjiu and said, "I'm calling for an early plan. Do you have to wait for things to happen before you regret it?"
Zhenjiu nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave this to me. As long as there is enough time, it is not a problem to cover the deciduous mountain range in the formation. By the way, when will I discuss with the little ghost of Wan Ling Zi? Let’s see if he can use the Wind Cloud Canyon’s Ten Thousand Spirits Formation for use, otherwise it would be a pity that such a powerful formation is not needed. Okay, let’s not talk about it, I’m going to set up the formation. Be busy!" After finishing speaking, Zhenjiu waved, and left with the disciples who often followed him.
Next, Ruoshui made a series of arrangements for the affairs in the door. After everyone took the task and left, Ruoshui sighed and left the hall.
The Fallen Leaf Sword Sect fought against the Scarlet Blood Villa. As Ruoshui said, both sides were losers. Although the Red Blood Sword Sect had lost more than 30,000 corpses, the loss of the Fallen Sword Sect was far greater than that of Scarlet Blood. The number of casualties in the mountain villa has reached 50,000. In addition to the previous losses, a total of 300,000 disciples of the Fallen Sword Sect died in this battle.
After the war, the entire Fallen Leaf Sword Sect was plunged into endless sorrow. Everyone was sad for the same door they had passed away, but they had to cheer up and rebuild the Fallen Sword Sect.
Ten days later, with the full efforts of Ren Xingshui and the disciples in the door, the construction of the Hall of the Heroes was completed, and the bones of hundreds of thousands of dead disciples were also collected. In the weeping of hundreds of thousands of disciples, these are for the benefit of the sect. The disciples who lost their lives were grandly buried in the Hall of Heroes.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of brothers, Ruoshui slowly raised the purple light shadow sword in his hand, flashing his figure repeatedly, and carved the "Tomb of the Heroes of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect" on the huge screen tablet where all the fallen disciples were buried. A few big characters of dragons, flying and phoenix dancing, and then a little thought, annotated a line of small characters below those big characters: "In July 111112 of the War Martial calendar, the Scarlet Blood Villa was for self-interest and aggressively invaded the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect in order to protect my homeland. Peace, my Fallen Leaf Sword sent countless heroes to rise up and fight against the Scarlet Blood Villa. Tens of thousands of heroes died in this battle unfortunately. Apart from grief, thinking of the great contributions of all the heroes, I wait for nothing in return. Set up the Hall of Heroes to bury the heroes in it for the memory of future generations, and hope that future generations will not forget the blood of the martyrs!-Ruo Shui of the Fallen Leaf Sword School
If Shui's words are carved very slowly, he will stop and fall into contemplation every time he cuts a word.
None of the hundreds of thousands of disciples present made a sound. They all quietly watched every word engraved by Ruoshui, every word reminded them of everything that happened a few days ago.
When Ruoshui finished engraving the last character and retracted the sword, he did not know who he was. First, he let out a sob. Then, the sob seemed to be contagious, and it instantly spread throughout the Hall of Heroes.
Ruo Shui stood quietly on the spot, looking at the disciples whose faces were full of sorrow, and listening to their sobbing sound constantly, finally getting louder and louder, and finally turning into weeping bitterly.
If Shui didn't stop everyone from crying, he just stood so quietly, looking at the crying people, before the scenes of the tragic battles that happened in the Fallen Sword Sect appeared in his mind.
The people’s crying lasted for a long time before they gradually subsided. Ruo Shui glanced at the people with red eyes and said in a deep voice: “Today, we are here to cherish the memory of our fellows. Their departure makes our hearts very sad, but , We should also be proud of them. They gave their precious lives to defend our homeland. It is the pride of our Fallen Leaf Sword School. I am proud of having such a fellow, and proud of their heroic deeds. Now, let Let's send them one last ride!" After speaking, he first came to the huge tombstone, bent down, saluted the tombstone respectfully, and then slowly stepped aside.
Immediately afterwards, Xingling and other senior officials of the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect also came to the tombstone, followed by hundreds of thousands of disciples, who spontaneously formed a team of a hundred people and came to the tombstone.
The memorial service continued, and the sky gradually darkened. During the whole day, everyone stood quietly on the spot, and no one left early. When the last group of Fallen Leaf Sword Disciples finished their salute toward the tombstone, Silently returned to his original position, the memorial service that had lasted for a day was over.
Ruo Shui looked at the disciples who were still immersed in grief, and said in a deep voice: "Today is an important day. We have sent away our martial heroes in the Hall of Heroes, but I believe that their spirit is not They will disappear as they pass away, but will be passed on from generation to generation among us. Now, let us inherit the will of the heroes and continue to struggle!"
All the disciples didn't open their mouths, they all stood quietly and looked at Ruoshui, but Ruoshui saw a firmness in every disciple's eyes.
After the memorial ceremony, the Fallen Leaf Sword Sect returned to calm again, but in the silence, there was an unspeakable taste. Every disciple was working hard, and they all knew the enemy they were about to face. , Is extremely powerful, only by constant efforts, will one side be able to counterattack the enemy more powerfully.
If Shui was very pleased with the efforts of the disciples, he was finally relieved to see that the disciples could turn grief and anger into strength.
On this day, Ruoshui was in the door to guide his disciples in their cultivation, a disciple suddenly rushed over in a hurry, and shouted anxiously: "Sect Master, it's not good, Brother Zhenjiu fainted!"
Ruoshui frowned: "What's the matter?"
The disciple took a breath and said, "I don't know. Today, Brother Zhenjiu took everyone to the formation as usual, but just now, Brother Zhenjiu suddenly yelled, "No!" He vomited blood and fainted. Seeing his expression at the time was shocked, I thought it might be Brother Jinjiu who discovered something and didn't dare to delay, so I came to you."
Ruo Shui nodded and said: "You are doing it right, let's go and see!" After that, he turned to the disciples who were cultivating and said, "You continue to practice!" Then, under the leadership of the disciple who reported, He rushed towards Zhenjiu's room.
When Ruoshui arrived at the gate of Zhenjiu, Zhenjiu was already sober and anxiously saying to the disciple who was taking care of him, "Go find the master!"
"No, I'm here already!" Ruoshui said, pushing the door open and walking in.