Passed the level.

Walking on this deserted road, everyone's emotions are still in waves.

Even Xu Yuanqing, who had never been passing by, put away the smile on his face at this time, stood under the gate, and carefully sorted out his clothes.

"Entrance ceremony, first step."

"Climb the ladder."

"The name of this ladder is... The road of passing on the torch. ”

In front of him, there is a staircase that leads to the sky, and when you reach the top, you really stand on the demon gate.

But there is no so-called splendor.

It's just ordinary steps, but every step is stained with blood.

As a result, the cyan stones were stained dark red.

It's like...

The entire town demon pass is using this dark red as the main color.

The smell of blood was in the air.

It's full-bodied.

Not even the wind can blow it away.

"Walk slowly."

"Look at the wall."

"Look at your feet."

Xu Yuanqing took the lead, stood on a high place, looked at the few people below, and spoke.

The rest of his life stepped on the first staircase.

It's not hard to the touch, it's a little slippery.

But... It was warm.

On the wall next to it, there are words carved into it.

"Li Ze, today he is a demon in the town, he is stupid and talented, but... Dare to be the first of the human race. ”

"Zhao Nian, a graduate of Lingnian University, will enter the customs today, and he will not die or retreat."

"Wang Ping..."

"Lu Wu..."

It's just a staircase, and I don't know how many names are carved on the wall.

For some reason, looking at the words on the wall, the rest of my life became a little quiet.

Immediately after that, the second course.

The third course.

There are more and more words, one name after another, some neat, some scribbled, and even some crookedly written.

But the common thing is... It can be seen that these people are very serious in their writing.

Some have been polished over time and have faded.

Some, apparently freshly engraved.

"What you are stepping on is the body of the forerunner of my human race."

"What you see in your eyes is the cry of the forerunners of our human race."

"What this ordinary ladder represents is the 149 years of my human race... A real history book! ”

"A history book carved with blood, with flesh and blood!"

"Just to let our juniors see with their own eyes, what is... What a human race! ”

"But now, you don't even have the qualifications to carve your name on the wall."

Xu Yuanqing's voice sounded again, looking at the expressionless faces of the people below: "This road is named the Torch Inheritance!" ”

"It is the pride of our human race."

"It is the flame of the heart."

"What is passed on is also the determination of my human race to dare to stand in this heaven and earth and fight a way out!"

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuanqing straightened his body, beat his chest with his right hand, and bent down slightly: "As a teacher..."

"I wish that the descendants of the human race, everyone is like a dragon, leveling the universe, and the world is peaceful."

"I hope that the students of the world do not need to carry the weight forward, everyone smiles, and lives up to the youth."

"Those who have learned from the three wishes can not regret this life, and see the prosperous world, as you wish."

"Now... Let's go on this path of your own. ”

The words fell, and he turned to leave.

With a little memory on his face, a smile appeared imperceptibly on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the same back then, when I was young.

Merely...

His own teacher had been killed in battle, and even his classmates were left with very few left.

Unconsciously, it turned out that he had already arrived in this position, with anticipation and unbearable, but he personally sent a student to this town demon pass.

See with your own eyes, see the cold truth hidden under the cloak of peace.

Maybe...

The teacher of the year, in my heart...

It's going to be painful, too.

Looking at Xu Yuanqing's fading back, for some reason, it was difficult for everyone to combine him with the unscrupulous hooligan in the Mo Academy.

Even in a trance, everyone couldn't tell which one... is the real him.

Inexplicably, I thought of Liu Qingfeng for the rest of my life.

The man who is obviously very old-fashioned, but always wants to show humor in front of himself, but unfortunately only the second middle school man is left in the end.

Gently stroking the backpack, looking at the text on it.

For the rest of his life, his heart became more and more peaceful.

In my mind, the memories of Sin City and the memories outside Sin City are constantly hedged.

It's like a game between black and white.

In that dark heart, there is only a faint light, like a seed, which has just sprouted, but stubbornly wants to illuminate the surroundings.

Keep going.

Even, he saw familiar names one after another.

'Xu Yuanqing, who ascended the customs today, lives up to his youth. ’

'Zhong Yushu: May the lights of thousands of homes be lit up, and the years will be safe. ’

Chen Sanjiu: If the night comes, I will stand in front of ten thousand people, and the sword will reach the abyss, and the sky will be stained with blood. ’

Until...

He saw Liu Qingfeng.

In a very remote corner, the words are still so ugly.

'I, Liu Qingfeng, am willing to hold the three-foot sword in my hand to protect my mountains and rivers and the safety of the human race. ’

Stop where you are.

Looking at the words on the wall, the rest of my life was a little distracted.

"It turns out that there are many people like you?"

"But after all, you have to see it with your own eyes."

"Text... I can't believe it. ”

Muttered, raised his hand and gently stroked the wall.

The group walked in silence and mixed feelings.

There is the pride of being born, the shock of the forerunners, and the inexplicable sadness.

Because they know that these people who engrave their names and leave their wishes...

Most of them have fallen today.

And the Demon Suppression Pass is still there.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why the entrance ceremony of the Mo Academy is arranged here.

At least for them who are still ignorant, a seed has been planted in their hearts.

Until one day, this kind of seed broke through the ground and turned into a towering tree, protecting the human race and the future... The same people who boarded the customs.

Finally...

The staircase has come to an end.

And at the end of the wall, there is also a text.

The word is vigorous and powerful.

Let it all end in our generation. ’

'Ji Hong. ’

Word fall.

Boarding customs.

Soldiers sat casually on the ground, leaning against the wall, closing their eyes or laughing and joking.

There was blood on the surrounding walls, on the ground, including on them.

But they seem to have gotten used to it.

A man in logistical suits carried a stretcher, and from time to time lifted a seriously injured person, and walked into the distance.

Some have fallen into a coma.

Some are still awake.

Even if he broke an arm, he was still smiling.

It's just that in this smile, there is some nostalgia, cursing and leaving blessings to others.

Only when no one was looking, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

"This town demon pass, Lao Tzu has been here!"

"!"

Finally, a soldier who had lost his legs on a stretcher, his eyes were bloodshot, sat up suddenly, looked at the corpse-strewn demon domain outside the pass, and let out an unwilling roar.

Everyone fell silent.

One soldier watched in his direction, his right hand pounding on his chest.

Include...

Standing at the highest point of the city wall... Zhong Yushu.

……

Dressed in spirits,

Stay for a long time.

I'm waiting for you here, and I'll report on it.

……