Zuo Xiaoduo was high in the air.
All I could see on the ground were rows of tombstones!
Neatly and orderly, they extend out densely front, back, left and right; there is no end as far as the eye can see!
Whether viewed horizontally, vertically or diagonally, all the tombstones appear to be in a straight line, extending straight to the endless distance.
A strong feeling of shock suddenly came over me.
And in this forest of tombstones, one can vaguely see sporadic human figures moving around, burning incense, weeding, drinking, and meditating.
There are so many graves, and many of the tombstones show thick traces of rain and wind.
But there was not even a single weed on any of the graves.
No matter whether they are brothers who come to sweep the graves or comrades who are guarding here, they will never allow any weeds to grow on the graves of their comrades!
Every year, fresh soil is brought from afar and scattered on the graves.
In this way, in the eyes of the living, the brothers have just died, but their heroic spirits are still far away; I still have not forgotten the scene of that year, and their faces are still vivid and still remain in my heart.
On every tombstone, there is a trace of a young face.
Some were serious, some were smiling, some were playful, some were making faces, some had swollen eyes, some were eating steamed buns, and some were looking up in astonishment with half a bun in their mouths...
These faces, frozen in an instant, are all quietly observing the world in front of them.
Quietly accompanying the comrades around you.
There are also some where men and women are buried together. The photos on the tombstones are wedding photos of the two parties. They are full of happy smiles, leaning against each other, watching the world's vanity.
As far as Zuo Xiaoduo could see, there was a huge stone tablet, towering into the sky, gigantic.
It is estimated to be about three hundred meters high, and at first glance it is more majestic than an ordinary mountain.
There were huge black words on it.
"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!"
At the other end, there is an entrance and a couplet.
"The spirits of heroes may enter, but the spirits of cowards cannot!"
Then there is a solemn building with wreaths filled in the courtyard; there is only one passage, at the end of which is Valhalla; entering Valhalla, there are four entrances in the east, south, west and north.
There are always people stationed here from the four major legions in the southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest to welcome the arrival of the heroic souls from their own army, and each of them guides the heroic souls to reunite with their former comrades.
When Zuo Xiaoduo arrived here, looking down from the sky, he could clearly see that those standing at the door were all soldiers in handsome military uniforms. Many of them were holding spirit tablets or urns in their arms, waiting quietly.
When it was their turn, they would march forward with their fellow guards to escort their brothers to their final resting place.
If it’s not your turn, just wait quietly, no matter how long it takes!
Before sending the brothers into Valhalla, no one was allowed to speak, no one was allowed to make any movements, no one was allowed to cry, and no one was allowed to laugh.
Even if you have to wait for ten days or a month, you must maintain the same posture from beginning to end without moving!
When a brother goes on a long journey, we must make sure he goes quietly and peacefully. We cannot be negligent in the slightest.
Inside the Hall of Valor, neatly-arranged soldiers continuously came in and out to welcome the heroes. Both sides saluted each other. Then they divided into two lines of guards to escort a group of heroes into the hall.
In the distance, many people were holding spirit tablets and coming forward.
Right at the end, queuing quietly.
Every day, there are tens of thousands of people here, but no one ever speaks and the whole place is silent.
Apart from the sound of footsteps, it was extremely quiet and there was almost no sound!
“This… this is…” Zuo Xiaoduo witnessed this scene, his eyes filled with shock.
My heart was instantly filled with solemnity, and I inexplicably felt an urge to cry. I felt so sad that it was hard to describe.
You will never see such a sight from the rear!
These densely packed, endless tombstones, how many people are there
The old man put Zuo Xiaoduo upright, released him from the restrictions, and then took him and quietly walked into the reception building of Valhalla.
It seemed as if they had made an appointment long ago, and they only took a few steps.
A middle-aged man in military uniform came out. He had a square face, a solemn expression, and eyes like a bloodthirsty falcon. When he saw the old man, his body shook for a moment, then he straightened his body and saluted.
The old man returned the greeting with a solemn expression on his face and said in a low voice, "I will take this little guy to the Cemetery of the Holy Temple of Heroes."
The middle-aged man nodded silently without saying anything. He just stretched out his hand and stood still.
The meaning is obvious, please do as you please.
Then he saluted again, turned around and left, without saying a word from beginning to end.
"Now, he can't speak, right?" Zuo Xiaoduo finally couldn't help but asked the question that had been bothering him 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, no one talked more than him, and he had endless words to say every day. His brothers called him a chatterbox.
That time, he and his brothers were on a mission. After completing the mission, he couldn't hold back his excitement and laughed softly. He said one word, "Awesome." But it was that laugh... that made the Wu Alliance aware of it... and caused the already successful infiltration mission to fail. In a pursuit battle, all the brothers on the trip died, but he was the one who was sent out by his brothers at the risk of his life..."
"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 since then... He hasn't even coughed! He hasn't even talked in his sleep once."
Five thousand?!
Zuo Xiaoduo only felt a surge of sourness and heat in his heart rushing straight to the top of his head. For a moment, he even felt speechless and was speechless for a long time.
The old man took Zuo Xiaoduo out of the building, and then they found themselves in an extremely large cemetery.
The ground is flat and smooth, just like a mirror.
On the tombstones, one by one, young faces passed before my eyes.
At the very edge, a woman with peerless beauty was smiling sweetly on the tombstone.
"That's the wife of the King of the Right." The old man sighed softly, walked over, lit a stick of incense, and offered a jar of wine.
Zuo Xiaoduo was shocked.
The wife of the right-wing king?!
Such a great man... actually fell
When I got a few steps closer, I saw only the words on the tombstone:
"My beloved wife is in her prime. Girl, wait for me, we'll meet 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.
The old man sighed softly.
"The Right Heavenly King has remained single ever since then. Because of his marriage, the Star-Picking Emperor and others had angrily beaten and scolded him countless times, but every time he just held his head and took the beating without saying a word. Until he got older and older, no one urged him anymore..."
"Every year, he would come here and drink quietly a few times. He would come on his wife's birthday, wedding anniversary, and his wife's death anniversary. He would come every time..."
"Don't think this kid is acting like a nobody every day... He's actually suffering a lot!"
The old man sighed softly.
“Don’t think that you won’t fall once you become a high-ranking official. We are all human beings, and we have the same fate. We will die when we say so. There is no need to say so much.” The old man sighed.
Then he walked back and came to another grave.
"The Tomb of Sword Emperor Xiao Wusheng."
"Back then, the Sword Emperor's sword spirit... dominated the Sun and Moon Pass... At that time, it was just like now; many people fought for years, and even had a long-standing spiritual connection with their opponents, making them like good friends. Some even..."
"During that battle, the Sword Emperor Xiao Wusheng, who was in charge of the East, suddenly felt something and sent a letter to invite Lingyun Tianwang of the Wu League on the other side to have a drink. Lingyun Tianwang came alone, and the two got drunk."
"A month later, in order to rescue his trapped brothers, the Sword Emperor fell into an ambush set by the Spiritual Cloud Heavenly King, and ultimately died in battle. The Spiritual Cloud Heavenly King, together with several other Witch Alliance Heavenly Kings, personally killed the Sword Emperor and sent his body back, along with a thousand jars of Witch Alliance wine."
"Three days later, the Wu Alliance's Lingyun Heavenly King suddenly passed away silently in the Wu Alliance camp."
"Everyone knows that Lingyun Tianwang was injured by the last blow of the Sword Emperor and did not survive. But... only a very few people know that the Sword Emperor is dead, and Lingyun Tianwang does not want to live anymore, and does not want to die alone..."
The old man sighed, opened a jar of wine, filled three cups, put two cups in front of the tomb, and took one cup himself, saying softly: "Brothers... I hope that you will no longer be enemies over there. I offer you a toast and wish that you can walk side by side and not be alone on the road."
After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
After the aroma of wine had dissipated in front of the tombstone, he gently poured out the wine in the glass: "Drink more."
He took out a few more jars of wine and poured them out.
He sighed softly and said, "The Wu Alliance Lingyun Heavenly King... is a woman. The Sword Emperor never married in his life; and Lingyun Heavenly King never married in his life."
Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly understood what was going on after hearing this. No wonder the old man had been so vague in his words just now. He thought that the two big guys were doing this and that, but it turned out that they had different positions and it was difficult for the two to go on the same path at the same time. Putting himself in their shoes, he couldn't help but feel endless bitterness for this pair of lovers.
Human emotions will never cease to exist because of hostility or feud; emotions are often the most difficult to control.
Once it grows, it is naturally the most difficult to control.
The Sword Emperor and the Sky King Lingyun got to know each other well because of their hostility, and they developed feelings for each other, but they never dared to say it out loud, and thus they fought for life and death throughout their lives.
You have your responsibilities and I have my mission.
You can't retreat, and I can't give up, so we can only keep fighting until we die, and we both die.
Zuo Xiaoduo sighed softly: "At that last moment, I'm afraid that Master Sword Emperor... has lived enough, right? We have been bound together and tortured for a whole life..."
The old man smiled bitterly: "At that time, the two disciples of the Sword Emperor, one was Dongfang Zhengyang and the other was Jian Jun... both of them were already able to stand on their own..."
He sighed, but the artistic conception was still unfinished.
(End of this chapter)