At noon, outside the camp.

A carefully selected location, facing north and south, and at the shade, the bearded man held a shovel and was loosening the soil one by one.

In front of him, there was a newly established tomb, and a simple tombstone was made with the stones found around him.

There is more than this desolate tomb here.

There are more than one bearded man who digs the soil.

"I told Lao Wang that when the war is over, I will take him to the Jade Emperor Palace to pay homage.

He was a martial arts madman who admired the great sects of the world. He always said that he had no hope in his life and always wanted to send his precious son to the sect to practice martial arts.

In the future, you will be a hero and shine on your family."

Yang Fu shoveled the soil while chatting.

Tell the life of the good brother to everyone who was silent around him.

There are not many people talking here.

Then you can hear his hoarse voice echoing in the sound of constantly digging the soil.

"Old Wang's martial arts are actually good, but his family background is not good, and his background is humble. When he was young, he did not have good skills and wasted time in vain.

I became brothers with him, so I handed over the family martial arts to him.

That day, I remember clearly that Lao Wang swears that he must repay me in his entire life.

He thought.

I gave him real good stuff.

I think so too.

If you don’t give good things to your brothers, who will you give them?

But in fact”

The low male voice stopped at this moment.

The bearded man leaned on a shovel, stretched out his hand and stroked the nameless tombstone in front of him.

He said:

“I was the one who harmed him.

If I hadn't given him that martial arts skills at that time, he would not have been able to practice martial arts. Maybe he would have stopped practicing martial arts now, go home, be a little rich man, and stay with his family.

How could he die here tragically?

I was the one who harmed him.”

The bearded man threw down the shovel and took a few steps.

From the bamboo louli on the ground, I took out a stack of paper money, fire candles, and a small bottle of wine.

He knelt in front of the tombstone.

He lit the candle, ignited the paper money, placed it in front of the tombstone, picked up a bowl, and poured some wine into it.

He said:

“But even so, I know.

Old Wang still won’t blame me in the underworld, and he won’t think that I was the one who harmed him.

He would say that it was me who gave him hope, and that I took him into the martial arts world and fulfilled his dream of being a hero. Even if his reputation had never been spread outside Jinan Prefecture.

But he still felt that his life was worth it.

I will not live like his father, living by living on land all my life, living a cowardly life without any glory.”

The bearded man's voice became louder and louder.

His eyes were red, and he reached out to drink the bowl of wine in one gulp.

Drink roughly.

The wine dripped along the beard and wet the clothes.

“But Lao Wang.

Mr. Yang would rather you be a peaceful farmer like your father. What's the point of being a good farmer in this world?

You are determined to do great things, but you have not yet succeeded in your background and die a hundred miles away.

Why do you ask Yang to have the attitude to go back and see your family!"

He said so.

It's like reprimanding.

But that stupid man could no longer jump out of the grave.

Arguing with him.

A person will not be resurrected when he dies.

Yang Fu poured a bowl of wine into the bowl again.

He kowtowed a few times to the tombstone, then stood up and held a wine bowl in his hand.

Sprinkle that wine before the tombstone.

I accompanied my brothers and drank the last time and sent him on the road to the underworld.

Behind the bearded man, more than 30 people were watching this scene quietly. They were warriors who followed Yang Fu all the way back to the remnant city of Dongying.

Everyone is a brave man.

After this battle, everyone will be Qilu heroes.

Of course, there are people who have survived to spread the stories of these thirty warriors all over the world.

There are countless young people who will enter the world because of their bravery and inspiration, and there are countless martial arts heroes who will be deeply honored for their actions.

Some people call them heroes of righteousness, and some people preach their morality.

Even after their death and after they were buried.

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Their stories will continue on this land through word of mouth.

Those stories will transcend them.

It turns into a legend, then into a myth, and finally into a bedtime story for generations of children.

It is famous in history, but that's it.

Countless heroes travel around the world and fight hard, isn’t it just for the sake of their reputation before and after death?

This should have been a good thing.

But here, there is no sense of honor in the hearts of more than thirty people.

A false reputation is not as good as that nightmare and fighting in hell for a day.

The so-called heroic reputation is not as good as waking up in the middle of the night and full of devastation.

No matter how vividly others praise their courage.

They know that they can survive not because they are so powerful and superb.

It's just because they're lucky.

It was just because, in a desperate situation, they met the bearded man in front of them, and were taught magical martial arts by this beard.

Only then can we fight a way out by the ghosts.

It was not only them who learned magical martial arts with Yang Fu.

When they set out, they had sixty or seventy people.

But at the end, only more than thirty people were left.

Half of the people were buried on that road.

And now, those companions are buried in front of you.

Among the desolate graves, the dead who were sleeping were more courageous than them.

That's a companion.

Even if you don’t know the name or the teacher.

Even if all the intersections of everyone are just fighting along the way, the comrades are in blood.

But still a companion.

The friendship between warriors is always so pure and simple.

When we meet, we drink our loyalty and drink our brothers, and when we are stained with blood, we call each other brothers.
To be continued...