"Alright, let's have some fun."

"There's a high chance that you, this little guy, will live to graduate, and then come to the Demon Suppression Pass to take a walk and experience experience."

Some perfunctory words to Yu Sheng, it seems that he is not a ruthless person, Zhong Yushu decisively got up and walked in the direction of Sun Wen.

As he walked, he muttered in his mouth: "Dare to rob the old man of my business, today I will clean up the juniors for Sun Dogxiong." ”

For some reason, looking at Zhong Yushu's murderous appearance, Yu Sheng suddenly felt some pity for Sun Wen.

It always feels... Sun Wen is going to have an accident.

Looking at Zhong Yushu from afar, he put his arm around Sun Wen's shoulder, dragged it like this, and walked into the distance.

No matter how Sun Wen struggled and resisted, it was useless.

In the corner, the two muttered for a long time.

Sun Wen's face was full of resistance.

In the end, Zhong Yushu got up with satisfaction and patted Sun Wen's shoulder, with a look of kindness and kindness from the elders.

And Sun Wen was crying and mourning, but he had to squeeze out a little smile.

After feeling better, Zhong Yushu's heart became broad-minded, and when he passed by Xu Yuanqing and the Lin Pavilion Master, he didn't forget to smile at them.

The two middle-aged men, kneeling opposite each other, finally stood up.

And, as soon as he got up, he held down Zhao Zicheng in the distance.

A friendly exchange lasted several minutes.

The original atmosphere was solemn and depressing, but at this time, it was rare to be full of laughter.

But everyone vaguely found that this year's freshmen of the Ink Academy seemed to be a little different.

In Xu Yuanqing's assignment, Yu Sheng also joined the logistics.

Looking at a soldier who was seriously injured and unconscious, he was a little dazed.

Two hours passed.

The demon is closed and looks new.

The corpses and wounded were all transported away, followed by a group of professionals holding knives and skillfully decomposing the demon beasts.

Dig out the demon crystals, demon cores.

Eventually separate the bodies.

Shipped away again.

Everything was methodical and exceptionally skillful.

Witnessing the perfect work after a big war, everyone's mood gradually became heavy.

Originally, they were yearning and curious about the Demon Town.

And I feel very fresh.

But now, if you really want them to say it... Here, it's cold, but it's warm.

The coldness comes from the demon clan.

Temperature...

From comrades-in-arms.

It's dusk.

"Compared to the previous students, you are lucky."

"At least there was no war when you boarded the customs."

"But in the same way, you are also unfortunate, because what you see is not the blood of the battlefield, but the desolation, the sadness when it is all over."

"Now, the entrance ceremony, the last one."

"Take the Hero's Way!"

"Shimonoseki!"

Xu Yuanqing looked at the students standing in a row in front of him and said calmly.

It's just that when talking about the heroic way, there was a pause.

In the distance, the countless warriors, all their eyes fell on a few people, silently watching.

Take a deep breath: "Heroic Dao, I'm not qualified to say." ”

"You... See for yourself, listen for yourself, and ... To perceive. ”

"With your hearts!"

After speaking, he pointed to a staircase not far away.

There are many stairs leading to the Demon Suppression Pass, transporting supplies, dealing with the demon clan, and even... Collecting corpses.

But there are only two places, which remain the same.

The road of passing on the torch.

Newcomers boarded up.

Heroic Road.

The wounded soldiers retreated.

In this somewhat oppressive atmosphere, Zhong Yushu in the distance suddenly spoke: "Boys, remember!" ”

"Heroes don't ask where they come from, even if it's twilight, they're the backbone of the human race."

"I have walked this road, Liu Qingfeng has walked it, and those people in the veteran barracks have walked it!"

"But I don't want you to go that second time one day!"

"The matter of slaughtering the demons all over the mountain, the first generation, the second generation, and even the fourth generation, they didn't do it."

"But I hope that you fifth generation will one day tear down this pass with your own hands."

"Wang'er wait, strengthen my human race!"

As Zhong Yushu's voice fell, the soldiers, who were a little lazy and leaning against the wall, stood up silently and straightened up.

Xu Yuanqing took two steps back.

Get out of your seat.

Turning around, he melted into the group of warriors behind him.

Collectively clenched their right hands into fists and hammered their hearts.

"Wang'er wait, strengthen my human race!"

The sound is uniform.

What is revealed in his eyes is expectation.

This is also one of the induction ceremonies for new students in the School of Ink every year.

From the forerunners, the hope and guilt of the younger generations.

It is hoped that one day in the future, the next generation of students will complete their unfulfilled ideals.

Guiltily, did not end in this generation.

149 A.D.

Every year.

It hasn't changed.

The impact of this scene in front of me came so suddenly and so shockingly.

This famous warrior was connected together, like a sea of people, his body was still stained with blood, and his eyes revealed that kind of fierceness and violence.

But in the face of the future of the human race, they hide this ferocity in their hearts.

Try to show your gentleness.

Ultimately...

Zhong Yushu, who was standing at a high point in the distance, and the famous general beside him, collectively bent down slightly.

For a while, the eyes of Zhao Zicheng and the others were a little moist.

Even Sun Wen's breathing became a little heavy.

He's been on the pass many times.

But this...

The first time he met.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why his grandfather insisted on letting him come to the ink academy.

Because the Ink Academy... It really has a different charm.

Lin Xiaoxiao's tears continued to drop, the tombstone boy, the strong man clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of infinite fighting spirit.

Zhao Zicheng leaned against the wall, muttering something in his mouth.

And for the rest of his life, he lost his mind a little.

He... Saw it with my own eyes again... A scenery that is different from the city of sin.

This kind of scenery seems to... It's beautiful.

It even makes people want to fit in.

He stood in silence in the far corner, bowing his head slightly, not saying a word.

"Now..."

"Walk this heroic path!"

Xu Yuanqing spoke again.

The group silently walked towards the stairs.

There was a sudden roar in the distance, accompanied by the roar of the demon beast.

"Enemy attack!"

"Eagle Stream Mountain!"

With the shouting, the warriors silently turned around and returned to their positions, waiting quietly.

The rest of his life waited for the footsteps of others.

Especially Zhao Zicheng, a tombstone boy, a giant, clenched his fists.

"Don't look back!"

"Take the hero's road, wait for me at the end!"

Xu Yuanqing's voice was louder again.

Listening to the sound of the fight behind them, everyone gritted their teeth and walked towards the pass.

Looking at everyone's backs, a smile appeared on the corner of Xu Yuanqing's mouth, and he muttered to himself: "Now, it's not the time to use you." ”

After saying that, turn around.

Join the battlefield.