“…… Give a monument of merit, stand forever in the world, and be immortal for thousands of years. ”

The stone tablet carved from white marble was placed on the east side of Ning'an Lane, and the surrounding fence was built with wood removed from Yuncheng Gymnasium, County Ya, Baoyun Pagoda and other places.

It was the decision made by the local elders of Yuncheng, and the county order took the lead, leading the respected squires of Yuncheng to dismantle it in person.

Soon, the merit monument was erected, the light was opened, and a group of soldiers who escorted the merit monument over seriously performed the military salute.

And all the people bowed down.

Lin Zhengyi and Wang Guihua, wiping their tears, finally surged in their chests, and the cold breath faded.

Wang Guihua took a deep breath and said softly, "Okay, okay." ”

She was finally relieved.

Yes, just like her daughter said, people will die eventually, rather than living a tasteless life for a lifetime, dying in various accidents, or dying in bed, she would rather live vigorously and end at the most splendid time.

Wang Guihua has never read, is illiterate, and can't understand what her daughter says, and always feels that the child is restless and worrying.

Now, at this very moment, two and a half years after her daughter's death, she suddenly stopped hating and despairing, and began to understand her daughter's ambitions.

If what her daughter wants is this, to leave a name in history, then a mother like her, no matter how distressed she is, how dare she stop her?

On the merit tablet in front of her, her daughter's name is gilded, Wang Guihua felt for the first time that it was not a good thing to be illiterate, she wanted to read it over and over again, every word about her baby daughter, but she was illiterate, so she could only read it to others, and she worked hard to remember and memorize!

The merit monument is not only the Lin family in Ning'an Lane.

All the righteous people who have made great contributions and sacrificed their lives can set up this monument at home.

The other is in front of the Cloud City Gymnasium.

The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, swirling and scattered on the bluestone ground, and the soldiers of the decrepit army walked through the long street in a neat line.

The people of Cloud City unconsciously followed behind, lining up in a long line.

Xiao Li thought in his head, they are all things for drama, what is worth watching? But his feet refused to listen to him, and he did not fall a single step.

"It's all for Daddy."

My father and mother are old, and he came to take care of his parents.

"Yue Nuxia, it's Yue Nuxia!"

It seems that today's road is much shorter than when he passed before, Xiao Li didn't react, and he had already poured into the big square outside the gymnasium with the flow of people.

The gymnasium is holding a reincarnation match these days, and it has been prepared early to receive the audience, but at this time, the people all over the city are pouring in, and they are only slightly crowded, rubbing shoulders, and there is not much panic.

The flow of people was naturally scattered in all directions, and Xiao Li also followed the flow of people, raised his eyes and looked around, and was suddenly a little frightened.

The entire stadium square was solemnly white.

The county order, the county magistrate, and everyone in the county government were dressed in white, even Yue Qingqing, who was standing in front of a huge stone tablet covered with red silk cloth.

The burlap mourning clothes covered his body, and he could see all kinds of complicated emotions surging in Xiao Li's heart.

All the people on the left and right were silent.

Xiao Li had some understanding at this time, why Yue Qingqing let so many young martial artists die, but no one hated her, and everyone worshiped her as a big hero.

She's used to ...... Dramatic.

The word 'acting' was swallowed between Xiao Li's lips and tongue for a long time, but he still swallowed it back.

In this life, there can be such a person, such a group of people, so solemnly put on this sackcloth for themselves, in fact, it is enough, even if they are just acting.

The drums of war roared.

The beat of the drum is jamming a person's heartbeat.

Xiao Li's heart was pounding.

Mu Qingyun tore off the red silk, revealing a huge stone tablet that seemed to be towering into the sky.

This stele was not available yesterday, but it was erected overnight.

Stretching out his hand to hold the Qiushui Sword, Mu Qingyun's expression was solemn, the long sword waved, and one by one strong and powerful characters appeared on the stone tablet.

Every word seems to go straight to the sky for 90,000 miles, without any sadness, only ambition and pride.

The names of countless people poured out on the tip of Mu Qingyun's sword.

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Guihua's whole person trembled, and suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the high platform: "Shuyuan, that's Shuyuan!" ”

She still recognized her daughter's name after all.

The others also screamed in amazement, and hundreds of people cried and laughed, and shouted on their backs: "Son, son! ”

"Wu'er, in your life, you didn't live in vain, you didn't live in vain!"

Mu Qingyun breathed a sigh and carved the entire stone tablet, a total of two hundred and eighty-six names, before slowly exhaling.

In ten years, there were two hundred and eighty-six warrior lives in Cloud City alone, and they were forever left in the distance.

In this disaster, most of the people who died were young warriors, and the white-haired people sent the black-haired people, and the great suffering of life.

At present, this stele, as well as one after another, are placed in all corners of the Ming Kingdom, may bring them a little comfort.

Mu Qingyun wanted to cast the monument at the beginning, because he thought of the lost and damaged historical materials in later generations.

I didn't expect the people to be so excited.

Mu Qingyun smiled unconsciously, fortunately, she knew better than anyone that this world would definitely get better.

Chen Yi stepped forward and entrusted Mu Qingyun with three warm wines, one to the sky, one to the ground, and the last one.

"Sacrifice to the Heroic Spirit."

Mu Qingyun said in a low voice, "Bless the smooth operation of the ban, and bless us to enter the new world safely." ”

Xu is that her mental power has indeed broken through a certain limit, and she seems to have been dreaming some dreams lately.

She's dreaming, but not like she's dreaming.

She dreamed that she was actually dressed in a lavish crown and sat in a huge golden palace for a banquet.

It seems that none of the people at the banquet are human.

It seems that her name was included in the 'banned' campaign before she began to dream about it.

She asked others, and others didn't.

She didn't hide it, she told a few researchers in the forbidden area about this phenomenon, and after the researchers heard about it, they looked at her a little strangely, but they still comforted her, saying that it was normal.

Mu Qingyun chuckled, poured himself a glass of warm wine, drank it slowly, and looked up at the towering stone monument.

"Senior sister, the next time we meet, it's really in a new world."

Chen Yi: "Okay. ”

She paused and smiled: "Actually, I don't choose, as long as we can meet, it's good anywhere." ”

The carriage and horses were ready, Mu Qingyun did not return to the martial arts hall, only shook Chen Yi's arm, and then got into the car and left.

Chen Yi sent her out of the city gate all the way and stood at the city gate, thinking back on the long ten years.

Over the years, if you think about it carefully, she has never been separated from her junior sister, and there is nothing to worry about. ( Wise House Chinese No pop-up window, update in time )