Wang Xi held his breath and concentrated, then took two more deep breaths and pushed open the door.

This is another cave.

As the door behind him automatically closed, a ball of flame lit up, illuminating the entire space.

At a glance, but there is no end in sight······

Here, it's not just the predecessors of the three courtyards······

Here, it is the Tai Hospital that has been inherited to this day, and for thousands of years, the heroes who have guarded the sun!

Mourning Hall!

Sure enough, only these two simple words are worthy of this solemn place.

Before Wang Xi took a step, he was a little overwhelmed by this heavy sense of history.

This space is very large, with rows and rows of stone seats, neatly and neatly.

On each stone platform, there is a hanger supporting a white coat. A little farther away, it's a bit of a costume.

Suddenly, it seemed that there were still people standing there, staring at their uninvited guests.

If it was before, Wang Xi would definitely feel that this strange scene was a little terrifying, but now, he can only experience a kind of inheritance and heroism!

Because he found that many white robes were still stained with mottled blood. Some, even only half of the white robe is left, you can imagine how tragic the senior who died in the battle was in the end.

Not every dead senior in the courtyard or the Tai Hospital will have a place in the mourning hall. Even if you are at the dean level and you are dying, you are not allowed to enter!

There are only those who died in battle!

He walked softly in front of the stone platforms, his steps couldn't have been lighter. Although he knew that these heroic spirits were no longer here, and only a simple clothed mound left for them in the inner courtyard remained, he felt that his entry had disturbed his ancestors.

He once had a similar fantasy, entering the blessed land of the cave, obtaining the ancient inheritance, gaining the favor of the great power, in short, there were all kinds of adventures, and thousands of favors were in one.

But he only found out when he was here. It's naïve to think about it.

Every stone platform here, every white robe on it, has its own owner. And these people, each of them, used to be the pride of the sky, and after layers of selection, they finally entered the inner courtyard.

However, in order to protect the peace of the world, they fought bloodily, swore to the death, and used their lives to defend the white clothes and armbands on their bodies, and defend the pride that has been passed down continuously.

He didn't dare to touch the stone platforms with his hands, even if he got closer, he thought it was a blasphemy.

On each stone platform, only the name and position are engraved, and nothing else. Not even when, where, and for what part of the battle he died.

Perhaps, the seniors of the inner courtyard disdain this.

Lao Tzu died in battle, and he still has to take out Lao Tzu's last most embarrassing battle!? Believe it or not, crawl out of the grave in minutes and spank you stinky boys!?

These bloody white robes, torn armbands, and broken scalpels are their best epitaphs.

What does it matter about my life? I've fought to the death!

Does it matter if I'm the director or the attending officer? I've fought to the death!

It doesn't matter if I'm killed by a thousand-year-old ghost or killed by a minion? I've fought to the death!

After I die! It doesn't matter if I'm wandering in the underworld or re-entering reincarnation, here, I have left my mark!

In this life, I once entered the courtyard to eliminate demons and subdue demons.

In this life, I was in the courtyard and was happy.

In this life, I have been in the courtyard, and I feel that the tsundere is about to go to heaven!

Therefore, you juniors, come here to pay respects, don't put incense, don't burn paper, just feel our powerful aura.

That kind of aura that makes you feel like your knees want to bend down even if you die!

The dead are great! Haven't heard of it!?

Wang Xi seemed to be able to feel the intention of this arrangement, and his heart was surging.

The further you go in, the older you get.

He didn't know why these clothes and objects had survived the erosion of time and survived to this day. But looking at the spotless appearance of the surroundings, it should be because of the special space here.

He made a rough estimate, here, I am afraid that there are no less than 5,000 stone platforms.

Today's courtyard, half of the people!

He walked step by step, as if he wanted to read the names of all these people, and even forgot his original purpose.

He had seen several well-preserved scalpels before, but he didn't dare reach for them.

Now I have walked to the martyrs of the Tai Hospital era, and there is no trace of the scalpel, and the predecessors at that time had poor equipment and poor communication, and nothing can compare to now, but they have stubbornly shouldered their responsibilities.

Really, it's amazing!

Suddenly, a hint of metallic reflection caught his attention.

He looked for the light, then stopped in front of the stone platform. It turned out to be a tiny silver needle.

Guozijian, Qiao Jia.

It seems that this senior used to hide in the Guozijian.

He saluted the empty garment, then took the silver needle in his hand.

There is almost no weight.

Sure enough, as the senior brother said, there was no prohibition, and in the process of taking the silver needle, he did not encounter any obstacles, and it was very smooth.

The silver needle is about 256 centimeters long and no more than 2 millimeters in diameter, with a smooth surface and a cool touch.

Wang Xi tried to bend it, and found that the strength was actually very high, and it took a lot of effort to make the silver needle deform a little, which was completely different from the kind of needle he imagined for acupuncture.

He raised his head and looked at the clothes left behind by Qiao Jia's predecessor again. At this time, he realized that there was a black hole in the shirt dressed by the student, and the location of this hole was on the left chest.

He subconsciously touched his right chest.

Qiao Jia's predecessor was destroyed to death······

This kind of injury, even in modern times, there is no way to save it, right?

A person's life is too long, and there are always their own stories, with all kinds of joys and sorrows.

This "Guozijian, Qiao Jia" is just five words, and I can't say anything.

He didn't know the life of this senior, he didn't know the deeds of this senior, he just held this silver needle, and in the dark, he had a feeling that it was it.

The elder brother said that everything is casual, casual, and casual.

What does it mean to be casual, casual and casual?

In such a place full of history, how can it be like choosing something from a stall, looking here, looking there, or even shopping around?

The silver needle was small, but he held it together with both hands, the tip of the needle pointing upward, making a gesture of incense.

"Seniors, juniors don't know what the rules of the courtyard are about this scalpel, even if I borrow it from you, when I have the ability to refine the scalpel, I will return it to its original owner."

In so many stone platforms, I accidentally found it, maybe this is the will of God, right?

He saluted again respectfully, but there was no response.

He also knew that this was just his own words. Everything here, as the elder brother said, is dead.

But since it's a dead thing, why is it set up outside the dean's office?

The reason is very simple, what is carried here is the courtyard and the former Tai Hospital, in the whole history, the supreme glory!

Its existence is for future generations to see.

Although the ancestors need to remember, future generations should also encourage themselves!

So, if you take someone else's things, how can you not have a little sense of ritual?

Though no one has seen it, no one has known it......

Wang Xi turned around and walked out.

"Ups and downs?" Wang Bisi, who had been guarding outside, saw the silver needle in Wang Xi's hand and raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xi looked down at the silver needle.

Ups and downs? Or surrender?

In comparison, the previous name is better than the previous one, right? Because there is a word "floating".

In the previous battle with Yin Wu, Wang Xi was later organized to learn the entire battle process, and what impressed him very much was the large array of floating moons. It can be said that he feels that the Floating Moon Array is simply suspected of cheating! Since then, he felt that he might not be able to learn Wanlixing and Jin Bu Shao, so he fell in love with the formation of the floating moon.

"Good name! Sink and float, as you like! Wang Xi handed over the silver needle.

Wang Bisi didn't pick it up, and said: "The scalpel is the second life of the doctor, your senior brother Liu, I used to be used to you, you try to find someone else to borrow it from you, you see if he borrows it." ”

Wang Xi nodded, feeling something.

I didn't have this kind of consciousness before, but when he really had a scalpel of his own, that feeling came out. Moreover, in his heart, he still felt that this scalpel was borrowed from Qiao Jia's seniors.

The senior brother is right, since this knife has been entrusted to him, then from now on, the knife will be there!

"Also, it is called dust binding, the dust of red dust, and the binding of bondage. I'm leaving, you are free, rest or pack your things, arrange it yourself, tomorrow's high-speed rail, six doors will give us a carriage, specifically, look at the intranet yourself, I still have something to do. After Wang Bisi finished speaking, he pinched it again, and the gate disappeared in an instant.

Wang Xi looked at the time, and before he knew it, he was in it for about half an hour.

He looked at the back of the senior brother who was gradually moving away, and his heart was a little touched.

The senior brother was outside like this, silently guarding himself for half an hour......

If you think about it, in fact, the elder brother almost never really murders himself.

Thank you, big brother.

Wang Xi also took a step and prepared to go back to the dormitory first.

There have been too many things for a while, but now it seems that going to study in the Seventh Academy is a pleasure to have a leisure.

Originally, which of these things happened that he had the ability to meddle in? But he knows everything.

It's okay not to know, but you know, sometimes, you have to think about it.

This is not to say that Wang Xi's consciousness is high, if it is replaced by any little budding who has just entered the workplace, it is estimated that it will be like this, knowing that the company or unit is facing such and such difficulties, he will worry about it, although it is a blind worry, but this is also an attitude, indicating that he shares the honor and disgrace with the unit, and advances and retreats together.

Maybe when he finishes training and comes back, all the things have been solved by the division commanders!

Wasn't that how it was before?

He and Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Liu stayed in the Third Courtyard, and the master, Uncle Chang, Dean He, Senior Brother and many directors fought bloodily outside and settled the matter.

I remember that before, when I first arrived in the courtyard, I didn't know anything at that time, so I could only follow Zhou Ke's ass all day long, fiddling with medical records or something. Once, he felt a little tired and asked Zhou Ke, what if the medical records could not be completed and the patient wanted to come and copy the medical records? Zhou Ke smiled and told him, then go and ask for an annual leave, don't worry about anything, when you come back, you will find that the discharge certificate, discharge record, the first page of the medical record, the general course of the disease, the director's rounds, the attending rounds, everything, have already been done for you.

Although now he knew that there was some ridicule and jokes in it, the meaning, that was the meaning.

He quickened his pace, trotted up, caught up with Wang Bisi, who was going down the stairs, and said, "Senior brother, where is there a calligraphy and painting seller near here?" ”

Wang Bisi understood, he still remembered what he said earlier. It seems that he wants to buy a calligraphy and painting for Liu Ying or something.

"What kind of calligraphy and painting to buy, your senior brother Liu's calligraphy can be taken out and sold. It's hard to come to such a little junior brother, and his addiction to this senior brother hasn't been enough, so he cares about training you. As far as I know, he hasn't practiced calligraphy for at least half a year. ”

"That ......"

Wang Bisi interrupted his words and said, "I am also injured, your Senior Brother Zhou and Senior Brother Liu are also injured, we also have our own allowances, I said, save the money yourself, be obedient!" ”

Oh yo?! This tone! Big brother domineering president is online!?

No, the character of the senior brother is a domineering president, right?

Uh, that's not right, he's not too domineering, president, it's not a ......

Wang Xi shook his head and shook out the messy thoughts in his head.

Wang Bisi looked at him like this, and once again showed a rare smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little junior brother, you have a heart!" ”

I remember the same last time, after sending him a little money, he started to buy things for everyone and invite everyone to dinner.

Thinking of this, Wang Bisi laughed again.

That time, it was Wang Xi who proposed that everyone have a meal, and the brothers and sisters sat down to drink together, but later the news was revealed, and the rhythm was deviated by the substitute uncle, and it became a big dinner for the whole hospital, and he also paid for it himself.

The little junior brother is really straightforward, but he is a little inferior, he always feels that he owes others, and he always feels that he has caused trouble to others.

However, he also knew what the reason was, but Wang Xi didn't come to talk to him, so he couldn't take the initiative to say this, right?

It doesn't matter, at least, the little junior brother looks much better now than before. The prison he drew for himself in his heart will be broken one day, and I hope that by that day, and every day thereafter, he will be able to maintain his innocent heart.

Wang Bisi glanced at the dust bind in Wang Xi's hand, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

I didn't think about it so much before, but now I think about it, why did the little junior brother choose this chic scalpel.

The name of this knife is ominous.

Wang Xi nodded obediently and said, "Then I'll save the money, and next time I'll invite everyone to dinner, uh...... It's just our Zhao Jiajun's ...... Well, Xiao Yi can come, and Uncle Chang and Uncle Dai can also come...... Dean He can also come if he knows...... Senior Sister Yingying's words, it is estimated that he does not want to come to this kind of occasion......"

Wang Bisi looked at him talking to himself there and thought it was funny, but he really had something in his hands and went away alone.

When Wang Xi calculated that he needed to invite those people, he found that the senior brother had disappeared.

By the way, I forgot to ask just now.

There, there are so many scalpels, how can the senior brother recognize which one he is holding at a glance?

Dustbound ...... Is this knife famous?