Heroic Road.

Compared to the road to Dengguan, this road is more bloody.

The color has even been stained scarlet by blood.

Compared with the ideal on the 'Torch Inheritance Road', the road of Xiaguan has very few words.

Or rather, in their own perception, they... It's the one who loses.

But every sentence engraved on it is thrilling.

'After thirty years of chasing dreams, the city has been empty for six days——— and there is no name. ’

'Lao Tzu is unwilling, I can still fight! Who said that one arm cannot kill the enemy! ’

'I've been...'

In every word, there is despair, unwillingness, and roaring...

The crowd walked slowly.

Don't dare to leave every word, every word on the wall.

Behind him, you can still vaguely hear the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and the violent energy fluctuation.

Fighting, tranquility...

It was as if it was perfectly divided in front of this small staircase.

It's like two worlds.

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't cry for a long time, squatting on the stairs, hugging Da Bai's neck, but he didn't dare to make too much noise.

Only sobbing.

Zhao Zicheng leaned against the wall a little weakly, and gently touched the wall.

"Why... I haven't seen you. ”

He kept looking for Liu Qingfeng's name on the wall, and eventually... To no avail.

It seems that he wants to judge Liu Qingfeng's state of mind when he went down according to that little bit of text.

The rest of his life is like a sponge, wanting to constantly absorb water from the outside world, but he only knows Liu Qingfeng and only believes in Liu Qingfeng.

So he is constantly moving forward step by step, wanting to follow the road that Liu Qingfeng has walked and see the scenery that Liu Qingfeng has seen.

But... Liu Qingfeng has too few memories of existence.

There are few, only a few memories.

"The path you are taking, maybe the scenery is beautiful, but it is not correct."

"Because at the end of the road... It's death. ”

"The way I want to go, I will find it."

Yu Sheng stood on this heroic road, looking at the names carved by the forerunners, and slowly closed his eyes one by one.

These words, mixed emotions.

But he was not afraid and flinched.

On the wall of the Heroic Road, that sentence kept appearing in the mind of the rest of his life, and faded away one by one.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Eventually, when Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, there was only peace left.

"Are there lights on in thousands of homes?"

Whispering again, Yu Sheng no longer looked at the wall, and walked towards the gate, his steps firm, without half a moment's hesitation.

And several other people are still stumbling.

Perhaps, they are still immersed in the sadness of the people who came before them, or maybe they have flinched when they look at this tragic text.

As for whether they can complete a spiritual baptism on this heroic path, it depends on whether they can come out of it.

The sun is setting.

Night falls.

Yu Sheng sat alone under the Demon Suppression Pass, leaning against the wall, holding a demon crystal in his hand, absorbing the energy in it, and his eyes were looking at the stars in the night sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhao Zicheng walked down first.

The sunny smile on his face has been restored, and he lies directly beside Yu Sheng, a little free and easy.

"Boss Yu, you say..."

"What is the purpose of our non-stop cultivation every day?"

Zhao Zicheng suddenly spoke.

Yu Sheng still looked at the night sky and whispered softly: "To live." ”

"yes, to live."

"It's so sad."

"But how do you live?"

"It's a lifetime."

"Wanton and chic, but also for a lifetime."

"Looking at the words on the Hero Road, I was quite uncomfortable at first, but slowly I thought about it."

"I'm afraid of hair!"

"Anyway, I want to open it, in this life, or Lao Tzu won't go up."

"As long as you go up, you can't get down that road."

Zhao Zicheng's voice was a little low, but he quickly became reinvigorated: "If nothing else, the function of my awakening object should have spread throughout the Ink Academy. ”

"After returning to the Ink Academy, Lao Tzu will be beaten the most viciously!"

"A group of old students are free sparring partners, and I will definitely surpass you!"

For a time, under the stars, the vast plains.

The young man's bold words and ambitions continued to echo in mid-air for a long time.

Another half hour.

The tombstone boy walked down, his steps firm.

I found the figure of the rest of my life for the first time, and after taking a deep look, I walked to the side and sat without saying a word.

After that, it was Sun Wen.

As if nothing had happened, his eyes were still wandering around, and he was slippery.

It's like looking for new business opportunities.

Next, Lin Xiaoxiao.

Riding on Da Bai, but at the age of twelve or thirteen, her eyes were a little red, and she stuffed potato chips into her mouth.

Sometimes it's really enviable.

Dabai is like a human-shaped backpack, no matter how heavy or heavy, just hang it on its body, and it also saves a lot of money to buy a car.

The main thing is...

Riding the big white wind.

Surprisingly, the giant was the last to come down, and apparently some of them were still in that mood and did not get out, and all the expressions on their faces were fierce.

Some of them sat violently at the farthest point, clenched into fists, and hammered to the ground from time to time.

Along the way, everyone has become a little familiar with each other, chatting with each other occasionally, and even Lin Xiaoxiao reluctantly took out two packets of fries and shared them.

This made Sun Wen, who was just about to sell some bread, beat his chest, but he didn't dare to show it.

One less chance to make a fortune.

But as time went on, everyone's expressions gradually became a little solemn.

Xu Yuanqing... Not down yet.

Seeing that the night was getting darker, Xu Yuanqing's figure finally appeared on another passage staircase in the distance, with a touch of tiredness in his eyes, walking staggeringly, and a few claw marks appeared on his body.

However, a simple bandaging has been carried out.

"Damn."

"Lao Tzu almost became the first teacher to die at the entrance ceremony for new students."

"It's really dead, and my face is gone."

"Boys, from now on, you are officially welcome to join the Ink Academy and become a member of the Ink Academy."

"I believe that now you also have a general understanding of what the Ink Academy represents."

"One day in the future, I hope you can use your bodies to defend the peace of the human race."

"Now..."

"Back to school!"

With a wave of his hand, Xu Yuanqing fell to the ground weakly and fell asleep.

...

Looking at Xu Yuanqing who fell to the ground, everyone was silent.

Only Zhao Zicheng was a little impatient, and he couldn't hold back his heart that was going farther and farther on the road to death: "Sun Wen, your pen... Borrow it from me? ”