In the shocked eyes of everyone, on the edge of the cliff not far from the Shaolin Temple, a huge stone monument gradually formed.

The stele is more than 100 meters, and the top is engraved with dense names, and the top is the name of Xiao Thirteen, the god of hundred herbs, and the ghost monk of Tianmu.

Li Ling and Master Rufa stood at the side gate of Shaolin Temple, looking at the heroic monument standing in the clouds and mist in the distance.

"Is there my family's name on Erro?"

"Monument to Heroes?"

"Lu Feng, you have been recognized!"

"Woooooo

At the gate of Shaolin Temple, old and young, looking at the hero monument in the distance, their voices choked.

Master Rufa raised his head, looked at the name on the hero tablet in the distance, half sounded, sighed, and said, "Master Li, why is there no name of Lord Zhou?"

Li Ling's eyelids were raised, a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes, he turned his head to look at the abbot of Rufa, and asked coldly, "Do you think Zhou Chongen's name should be engraved on the Hero Monument?"

Catching up with Li Ling's fierce gaze, the abbot's expression was still the same, and his hands were folded, "Amitabha, in the first war in South Africa, Lord Zhou has indelible merits. Since Li Shizhu erected this heroic monument, then Zhou Shizhu's name should be engraved on it. ”

Li Ling half-squinted his eyes and stared at the abbot with an indifferent expression.

In the middle of the sound, Li Ling exhaled a breath of turbidity, turned his head to look at the hero monument in the towering clouds, and said, "Put aside the grievances between my Li family and Zhou Chongen, he should indeed go to this hero monument!"

"Gong Fei, engrave Zhou Chongen's name in front of Xiao Thirteen's predecessors!"

Li Ling's voice was loud, like a spring thunder, echoing in this area.

The dragon warriors standing next to the Hero Monument were all stunned, and they didn't know why Li Ling had engraved Zhou Chongen's name as well.

However, the dragon warrior was absolutely obedient to Li Ling's order, Gong Fei didn't dare to hesitate, turned his head to Gong Yun and said, "Throw me up!"

"Good!"

In plain sight, the dragon warriors did not want to activate the second genetic mutation and turn into beasts.

"It's Li Ling!"

"He's over there!"

"Li Ling, it's really him!"

As Li Ling's voice sounded, everyone standing at the gate of Shaolin Temple turned their eyes to him.

Meeting everyone's gaze, Li Ling took a deep breath, his face was heavy, and slowly walked towards the Hero Monument.

Everyone's eyes moved along Li Ling's figure.

Everyone had mixed feelings, they hated Li Ling, hated him when he was in South Africa, why did he want to preserve his strength. At the same time, they were also afraid of Li Ling.

Walking towards the Hero Monument step by step, Li Ling looked at the name on the top of the Hero Monument.

Zhou Chongen!

Putting aside personal grievances, Zhou Chongen is indeed a hero of the country.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Zhou Chongen killed countless enemies. After the liberation, Zhou Chongen sat in the capital for 70 years, intimidating countless foreign countries. After the accident in South Africa, Zhou Chongen rushed there in person.

It's a pity that all this is difficult to erase Li Ling's hatred for Zhou Chongen.

If it weren't for Zhou Chongen, Li Zhenlong would not have been trapped in Qinglong Village for more than ten years, and Li Yuan would not have died.

The grievances between the Li family and Zhou Chongen can no longer be said who is right and who is wrong.

Walking to the front of the Hero Monument, Li Ling's face was solemn, and his waist was bent, "I, Li Ling, will not let the world forget you, I promise!"

With a heavy look on his face, Li Ling straightened his waist, turned his body, looked at the crowd coming from a distance, and said in a sonorous voice: "Everyone, I know that you blame me in your hearts, blame me for preserving my strength in South Africa. However, I, Li Ling, dare to swear in the name of the Li family here, I have done my best in South Africa!"

With his right hand raised, Li Ling pointed to the heroic monument behind him and said loudly: "I, Li Ling, am not a good person, but I will not watch my compatriots die." ”

Taking a deep breath, Li Ling looked at the hundreds of people in front of him, "The ancient martial arts world and the real society are two worlds, but for the stability of this society, the thirteen thousand six hundred and forty-one heroes behind me have paid with their lives. Although I can't let everyone know about their contributions to Huaxia, I want everyone to remember their names!"

With that, Li Ling bent down in front of the hundreds of people in front of him.

"Woooooo

"My son, you should be blind to this heroic monument!"

"Master Li, on behalf of my father, thank you!"

Although Li Ling's actions were not recognized by everyone, it also greatly changed the impression of those present on him.

Name has a very heavy weight in the hearts of Chinese people.

Li Ling erected a heroic monument in Songshan, which is to justify the names of the heroes who sacrificed in South Africa.

In the Shaolin Temple, the sloppy Taoist looked at the hero monument and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"If this son is sincere in building this heroic monument, he can be regarded as a person who values love and righteousness. But if it's for fame and fortune, then his scheming is a little deep!" the sloppy Taoist slowly turned around and walked towards the meditation room.

Just here, when Li Ling was building a hero monument near the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, the hero 'Ling Li' also rushed to the capital.

Li Ling's sudden disappearance made Li Ming almost go crazy.

Before Li Ling said that he wanted to make a movie, Li Ming and the others pushed down the notices one by one, but in the blink of an eye, the main owner was gone.

Inside the villa, Li Ming was weakly stung with his horse, muttering: "Where did the master go? Why hasn't he come back for so long? Hey, Wu Jing and they are all waiting for the master to come back, and if it goes on like this, I don't know how to explain it!"

"Zama's heart should be calm, and his body should be steady!"

"Master!"

Listening to the sound in his ears, Li Ming's face showed surprise, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Li Ling's eyes flashed with a faint smile, but he kept a straight face, looking at Li Ming, who was about to run towards him with his feet raised.

"Ugh!"

Li Ming had a smile on his face, and when he met Li Ling's stern gaze, he couldn't help but feel weak for a while, and hurriedly took up his horse.

Seeing Li Ming striding up his horse in a good way, Li Ling put his hands behind his back and didn't speak, just staring at him.

Being stared at like this by Li Ling, Li Ming felt awkward and didn't dare to move, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

For two hours, when Li Ming's legs trembled and he was soaked with sweat, Li Ling slowly spoke, "It's almost, let's take a rest!"

"Whew!"

Hearing that Li Ling let himself rest, Li Ming's body softened and fell directly to the ground, his chest fluctuating violently like a blower.

After taking a few breaths, Li Ming's face turned red, he felt that his throat was about to smoke, and he struggled to get up, his voice was a little hoarse, "Master, next time you go out to play, can you say hello in advance?"

"Okay!" Li Ling nodded with a smile and asked, "It's almost time to rest, right?"

Li Ming was slightly stunned, met Li Ling's smiling gaze, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, "Master, what are you going to do?"

"Listening to your voice, it's almost time to rest. Keep me going!"

"Oh my God!"