nucmednet Chapter 330: Origin Ancient Characters
Chapter 330: Origin Ancient Characters
The faint silver glow emitted by the plaque is like a bridge connecting the past and the future, reality and ideals, guiding children to move forward in the ocean of knowledge.
Yifeng, who hurriedly walked out of the Forgotten Academy, was stunned to see hundreds of children standing in front of the gate, looking up and staring at the door plaque in a daze.
The Star Warrior turned into starlight and flew into the door plaque. He had seen it before, but did not find anything mysterious about it.
But now the children have lost their minds, which is a miracle.
Just as he was about to go forward to find out what was going on, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
"Only a pure heart can sense the great truths emanating from the dormant national war song." Tuceng, who was walking slowly, saw Yifeng's puzzled look and couldn't help but explain.
"I see." Yi Feng suddenly realized and changed the subject, "Will the National War Song remain dormant until it is summoned, and then it will wake up?"
"I don't know about this." Tuceng shook his head.
He didn't know much, and what he knew above was based on what he had heard over the years.
"Forget it, let's discuss this later. I'm going to go deal with the aftermath of the war first. I'll have to trouble you here, Old Tu."
"Yeah," the soil layer nodded in response, and Yifeng walked out quietly.
The "Boom!" battle was not over yet, it was just moving away from the Forgotten Township.
The Spirit Guards, Eagle Guards, and Wolf Guards are still chasing after the defeated army of ghost beasts.
Due to physical reasons, the wolf riders were walking back along the river, dragging their exhausted bodies and minds.
"Lao Tu, you are injured." In front of the gate of the Forgotten Village, the old patriarch looked at Yi Tu, who was sitting against the village wall that had been washed by the phantom thundercloud, with his leather armor torn and bloodstained, and asked with concern.
"It's okay, I just have some minor injuries. I'm tired." Yitu responded tiredly.
"It's good that he's not dead." The old patriarch breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to ask the kids to bandage the old friend's wound, he saw two kids rushing over behind him and skillfully checking the injury of the old friend.
Looking back, he saw that the cadets had split into two groups. One group ran towards the damaged floating bridge, and the other group rushed into Wanghuai Village to check the injuries of the soldiers and civilians who had fallen asleep on the ground or were sitting against the wall.
He is so sensible that the old patriarch feels distressed.
As night falls, the entire Forgotten Township is quiet, with only occasional groans being heard.
Beside the country road at the foot of the village, there was a row of bodies, numbering as many as two thousand.
A pack of wolves lay quietly on the country road, guarding the bodies of the fallen soldiers and civilians.
The sound of "da da da" footsteps was heard. It was the old patriarch, Yifeng, who was covering the bodies of the fallen soldiers and civilians with the forgotten military flag.
Liu Weizi, who was standing by, cast a serene spell on the fallen soldiers and civilians to prevent their corpses from turning into corpses.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" In the sky, there are teams of eagle guards patrolling to protect this sleeping village.
The next day, the sky was overcast and the rain was drizzling, as if heaven and earth were mourning together, covering the deceased heroes with a veil of sorrow.
In this rain-soaked field, wounded soldiers and civilians gathered silently, their faces showing a mixture of grief and respect.
The remains of the heroic martyrs were placed along the country road, stretching for a mile.
The bodies were covered with a hastily made forgotten military flag, a symbol of their contributions to the village and its people.
A bouquet of flowers and incense sticks were placed in front of the body. The faint fragrance they emitted seemed particularly solemn at this solemn moment.
With the low and melodious sound of horns, the ceremony officially began.
The soldiers and civilians lined up on the country road, presented the flowers in their hands to the remains, bowed deeply, and walked all the way south. There were faint sounds of weeping.
"The time has come, lift the body!" Liu Weizi chanted, and the students in plain clothes lifted the martyr's body and walked towards the crematorium.
The sound of sobbing was loud and the sad scene was hard to describe.
The rain was falling in strings, grey and heavy.
Tears and rain mix together and flow together on the earth.
Family love and friendship turn into sadness like raindrops.
The cremation of the remains lasted until midnight, and the last batch of urns were sent to the cremation hall, where they were placed in the stone tower of heroes surrounded by layers of soil and blocks.
The spiritual faith moved in and went into deep sleep to practice.
Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from the white palace in the Huawai Daochang, spreading out to the Forgotten Temple and echoing through the night sky.
The light of stars shot up into the sky from the scholar's divine statue, condensing into a shining silver word "勇" in the air, exuding unparalleled bravery and fighting spirit, causing the stars and the full moon to compete for brilliance, and scattering waterfalls of starlight, covering the Forgotten Township.
It is absorbed by the word "Yong" and heals the wounded, like a miracle.
“This is the origin of the ancient characters.” In the pavilion on the rock peak, Liu Weizi jumped up with a look of shock on his face.
"Monster!" This was the exclamation of Taoist Master Xuanzhen.
"Retreat!" This was the order from the eighth-level Ghost Wolf Marquis. It was really scared.
"Kill!" The cry of killing shook the sky, coming from the plaque on the gate of the Forgotten Township Academy. The fighting spirit rushed into the sky and rolled over a hundred miles, causing the army of ghost beasts that had heard the order to retreat to retreat with panicked roars. Although their numbers were large, they were less than 70,000.
This shows how brutal the battle on August 13 was and how heavy the casualties among the ghost beast army were.
"Such a strong fighting spirit." In Yujiazhai, Sun Weichen looked up at the sky, shocked.
"Could it be that the Forgotten Town and the army of ghost beasts are fighting again?" Yu Ye asked worriedly.
But he knew how brutal the Battle of August 13 was.
"I'll ask my senior brother." Upon hearing this, Sun Weichen hurriedly sent a message.
In the forest, Wang Weiyuan felt the overwhelming fighting spirit and heard the sounds of fleeing. He thought to himself that it was not good and said to Manshan in a hurry, "Brother Manshan, let's retreat, quickly."
He was very experienced in the wild mountains and jungles. When he heard the noise coming from afar, he immediately ordered a retreat without even asking the reason.
Because he knew that the noise was made by thousands of beasts galloping, and the direction they were galloping towards was exactly where they were.
"Swoosh" When Taoist Xuanzhen saw the Ghost Wolf retreating, he stopped staring at it and turned into a ray of golden light that shot up into the sky, controlling his whisk to fly quickly towards the Forgotten Land. He had to hurry up to comprehend the word "courage" and verify it with his own Tao.
"Haha, guys, come and absorb the power of the stars." Heizi summoned his younger brothers to come and share a piece of the pie.
The old patriarch: "..."
"Brother Yi, don't just stand there. Hurry up and comprehend the word courage and practice it." Liu Weizi's voice echoed throughout the Forgotten Township, reminding the soldiers and civilians.
At this point, the Forgotten Town fell into silence. Some were sleeping, some were practicing, until the sky brightened, the word "courage" flew into the Taoist temple, and the waterfall of starlight collapsed. Only then did people slowly wake up and move around lightly.
At noon, the Taoist priest Xuanzhen, who looked like an immortal, descended from the sky.
When the old patriarch and Liu Weizi, who had slowly woken up, saw him, they greeted him warmly and treated him to wine and meat.
"Master, can you help me solve the mystery of the origin of ancient characters?" At the dinner table, Yifeng stood up and poured wine, asking Master Xuanzhen for an explanation.