"Please open this door, I want to go in," Ding Xiaoyi said politely to the elder guarding the building.
The elder nodded, and his hunched figure slowly came to the gate of the Heroes Building. He pressed the mechanism next to the gate.
There was a roar of a mechanism opening, and the door to the Heroes Building slowly opened. As soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew in his face. Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt the biting cold wind rushing out.
He raised his legs and walked into the Heroes Building, and the door slowly closed again. Outside the Heroes Building, the rickety Jiange elder had a complicated expression. He shook his head and sighed.
Ding Xiaoyi is just a registered disciple of Jianqi, but in just ten days, he has become famous in Jiange.
From an unknown registered disciple of Sword Artifact Peak to one of the top 20 who shined in the Tianjiao Sword Competition, he was also the fastest player to finish in the competition between the top 20 and the top ten.
In addition, Ding Xiaoyi carries the leader's token. Seeing the token is like seeing the leader himself. Ding Xiaoyi's identity in Jiange has risen even more.
There was a dark wind blowing in the Heroes Building. There were nine floors in the Heroes Building, and each floor was filled with countless spiritual tablets.
Looking at the densely packed spiritual tablets, Ding Xiaoyi felt even more sad. Underneath the spiritual tablet are the ashes of the sacrificed Jiange disciple.
There are also countless candles swaying in the Heroes Building. The weak candlelight reflected the glowing spiritual tablets.
He found the location of the sword peak from the spiritual tablet. He patted the Qiankun bag, and a wine gourd appeared in his hand.
He pulled out the cork, and a strong aroma of wine filled his nose. Looking at the familiar names on the spiritual tablet, Ding Xiaoyi felt an unconcealable sadness and anger surge into his heart.
He took a sip of wine, and the spicy wine hit his chest. No matter how strong the wine was, it could not extinguish the grief in his heart.
The spicy drink couldn't hide the sting in his throat. He said that he would come to pay homage to the brothers and sisters who died in Sword Peak, and here he is.
Li Yueniang, a girl with a beautiful smile, looked like a nymphomaniac when she saw Ding Xiaoyi. She has a beautiful smile, and her eyes are like crescent moons.
Her eyelashes are very long, and her eyes are sparkling and full of aura.
"Senior Sister Li, I hope you have the knowledge to help me find the murderer as soon as possible and seek justice for you." Ding Xiaoyi choked up as he looked at Li Yueniang's memorial tablet.
Wen Shifa, a sword-making disciple who dreams of getting rich all day long. His biggest dream is to marry a female disciple of Jiange and then have a lot of children, so that these children can become disciples of Jiange.
But before his wish could be realized, something unexpected happened. Song Xiangyun, the oldest disciple of Sword Artifact Peak.
He is already forty or fifty years old and has not yet become an elder of Sword Peak. He never married and had no children. His greatest enjoyment was a sip of wine and a plate of peanuts.
However, his ability to drink was so bad that he was made drunk by Ding Xiaoyi several times. ...Looking at these familiar names, Ding Xiaoyi felt tears falling from his eyes.
What is separation between life and death, what is between life and death. Life may also be death. After experiencing the disaster at Sword Peak, Ding Xiaoyi's state of mind has undergone earth-shaking changes.
He also understands life and death more thoroughly. The first floor is where ordinary disciples' spiritual tablets are placed, the second floor is where the most advanced elite disciples are, and so on.
Ding Xiaoyi has no interest in other floors. He is just a passing visitor.
It's just that he didn't expect that so many things would happen when he came to Jiange. Although there was a gloomy wind in the Heroes Building, there was no strange aura. The entire Heroes Building seemed to have a soul-purifying formation.
Ding Xiaoyi quickly saw the clues. The people enshrined here were the sword cultivators of Jiange who sacrificed for Jiange or the disciples of other peaks of Jiange.
They shed their lives and blood for Jiange, and they deserve to be remembered by every disciple of Jiange. They are the soul of Jiange, they are the backbone of Jiange, and they should not be forgotten.
It's just that the original intention of the Heroes' Tower has changed, and no one will come to worship these Jiange practitioners who once paid their lives for the Jiange.
Ding Xiaoyi saw that there was a thick layer of dust on the face-to-face spiritual tablet. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and he saw clear footprints left on the ground.
A sword is boundless between life and death, where can I place the soul of the sword pavilion? The Heroes Building was already covered in ashes, and Ding Xiaoyi didn't look very good.
This place that should be remembered by Jiange has become the forgotten place of Jiange. No one among the disciples of Jiange would think of coming here to worship the heroic soul of Jiange.
The soul of Jiange, the backbone of Jiange has long since disappeared. Ding Xiaoyi sighed for a while, and he stood still for a long time at the sword peak spiritual tablet.
The wine gourd in his hand also became heavy. Finally, he let out a long sigh, raised his head and took another sip of wine, and was about to turn around and leave.
And the moment he turned around, the candlelight in the building flickered a few more times. A figure suddenly appeared in Ding Xiaoyi's sight.
Seeing the sudden figure, Ding Xiaoyi was startled. He thought he had really encountered a ghost.
The figure looked exactly like the master of the Jiange Pavilion. If it weren't for the aloof and dustless aura surrounding the figure, Ding Xiaoyi would have thought it was the master who had entered the Heroes Tower.
"You shouldn't be here!" The figure said quietly to Ding Xiaoyi. When Ding Xiaoyi heard those words that sounded like fairy sounds, he couldn't help but be stunned.
But the figure came towards Ding Xiaoyi like a light weight. That figure was like a ghost, walking towards Ding Xiaoyi without even stepping on the ground.
"Why shouldn't I come here?" Ding Xiaoyi asked in confusion, but the figure in green clothes seemed to have not heard Ding Xiaoyi's question and kept repeating the words just now: "You shouldn't come here..." ".
The figure was getting closer and closer to Ding Xiaoyi. Only then did Ding Xiaoyi realize that the figure in green had dull eyes, as if he was missing three souls and six souls.
The figure in green clothes floated beside Ding Xiaoyi, paused for a few breaths, and then floated towards the second floor.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the strange scene in front of him and couldn't help but be puzzled. He followed the Tsing Yi figure towards the second floor. When he arrived at the second floor, he found that the Tsing Yi figure had already disappeared.
This made him very confused. He knew that the figure in green was not a real ghost, but a living human being.
It's just that he didn't know why the Tsing Yi figure's eyes were dull and lost, like a walking corpse without any vitality.
Ding Xiaoyi also saw the corpse, and he knew that the figure in green was not a corpse, but a living person.
Now that he's here, he'll be at ease. Ding Xiaoyi plans to take a good look around the Heroes' Building. He had an illusion in his heart that this hero should be able to solve many doubts in his heart.
There are not as many spiritual tablets on the second floor as there are on the first floor. The spiritual tablets here are arranged in an orderly manner, and most of them are the spiritual tablets of the elite disciples of Jiange.
After walking around the second floor, he never encountered the figure in Tsing Yi who looked like the headmaster again. He was a little disappointed.
Then he raised his legs and walked towards the third floor. When he reached the third floor, he found that there were fewer spiritual tablets here, and he didn't care.
He went directly to the fourth floor, then the fifth floor, and even the sixth floor. After going up several floors, he never encountered the figure in Tsing Yi who looked similar to the headmaster again.
This puzzled him. The figure in green clothes disappeared inexplicably, and the Yinglie Tower once again gave him a mysterious feeling.
Could it be that the figure in Tsing Yi became invisible, or that the figure in Tsing Yi entered an alien space.
Ding Xiaoyi was puzzled. The only sound in the huge Heroes Building was his heavy footsteps. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed particularly harshly in the Heroes Building.
Ding Xiaoyi climbed to the ninth floor. There were even fewer spiritual tablets on the ninth floor, only a few pieces. Then he saw a few familiar names.
Ye Ruofeng, Jian Changkong, Chu Tianshu, and several other names he didn't recognize. Among the spiritual tablets, he suddenly saw Han Yuexing's spiritual tablet.
This made him both shocked and confused. Han Yuexing was dead. He couldn't help but secretly wonder, but who was in that abominable canyon?
Looking at Han Yuexing's spiritual tablet, Ding Xiaoyi was puzzled. He didn't understand why Han Yuexing's spiritual tablets were placed together with the spiritual tablets of these previous Jiange masters.
