Super Wizard

at dusk!

In front of a gate in the capital, in front of the huge stone monument, people came and went, many people came here, stopped to take a group photo, and their expressions became solemn.

When you arrive in Beijing, there are three places you must go to, Tianmen, the Forbidden City and the Great Wall.

In front of Tianmen, there must be a place, that is, the monument. All the tourists who came to this monument became serious. This tall monument is the most sacred place in the hearts of all people.

Every part of the stele is made of blood, which is the blood of heroes who sacrificed for the nation.

No joke, no slapstick, the people who come here are very serious, even if they are with children, they will also prohibit the children from making noise, because they are afraid to disturb the heroes who are sleeping here.

However, at this moment, a row of armed police came suddenly not far away. These armed police stopped the entrance of the queue. This made many tourists show curiosity on their faces and wondered what happened?

"Is there a politician from a country coming to visit?"

A local tour guide said, “Don’t be nervous, this situation is normal. It was the same when foreign politicians used to come here.”

The tourists in front of the monument soon disappeared, but these tourists did not leave. They wanted to see which country's politicians came.

They were not allowed to wait for a long time, but within a few minutes, a car drove directly to the entrance of the monument, and then the door opened, and an old man came down from the car first.

This is an old man in a Chinese tunic with white hair. When he saw the old man appearing, the line of armed policemen all saluted.

Huai Yuanshan came down from the car and looked at the monument in front. His eyes were filled with sorrow. Once he succeeded, how many comrades were left?

"Xiao Wang, come down."

He whispered into the car and the other side of the car opened. From there, Wang Zhenhu slowly got off the car. Unlike Huaiyuanshan, Wang Zhenhu's getting off the car caused an uproar, and all tourists were hung by Wang Zhenhu. The medal on his chest was shocked.

Twenty medals are densely packed, what all this means, all tourists know, this means that the old man is a warrior who has gone through battles.

In this age of peace, no soldier, including those generals, can get so many medals. Only in that particular era can those soldiers who threw blood for the nation.

The uproar quickly disappeared, so everyone looked at Wang Zhenhu with respectful eyes. Wang Zhenhu's steps were a little hobbled, and because of the torture of ghosts for more than ten years, the whole person was a bit rickety, but even so, it is still a step by step Walk towards the stele.

In the end, Wang Zhenhu always arrived in front of the stele, and Fang Ming followed him. The whole stele was only him and Wang Zhenhu.

"My brothers, Pharaoh, I can't drink with you in front of the grave. Today, just come here to see you."

Wang Zhenhu whispered, staring at the stele, his thoughts seemed to have drifted to that war era...

Fang Ming did not disturb Wang Zhenhu. His eyes turned to the stone tablet, and his eyes were dignified. This stone tablet gave him an extremely heavy sense of oppression. Even under this stone tablet, even if he was already a four-star wizard, he was still I dare not take any action.

A few minutes later, Wang Zhenhu suddenly bowed deeply toward the stele, the rickety body was even humble, but none of the onlookers on the scene showed ridicule.

No one can laugh at a veteran who has won so many medals, as long as this person is still a descendant of Yanhuang.

Time, one minute and one second passed, and Wang Zhenhu maintained his bowing posture unchanged, while the pupil of Fang Ming's eyes standing beside Wang Zhenhu slightly enlarged, because in his perception, he clearly felt that the stone tablet passed There was a terrible grief, which made him subconsciously run the power of the wizard in his body, but the next moment his body stumbled back a dozen steps.

Seeing Fang Ming backing away, Ye Ziyu's face on the side showed a worried look, but Fang Ming quickly made his eyes signal that he was okay and told others not to come near.

Standing firm, Fang Ming's eyes looked at the stone tablet with horror in his eyes. He knew the stone tablet was extraordinary, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

Not to mention him, I am afraid that it is those strong prefecture level, if there is any change before the stone monument, it will be suppressed by this terrible grief.

Of course, in addition to Sha Qi, Fang Ming also felt another power. Although this power was not as violent as Sha Qi, it made Qin Yu even more horrified. It was an extremely pure power.

The power of faith!

Fang Ming murmured, and soon he guessed the origin of this force, which was left by everyone who came to the stone monument to stop and remember, and, as more and more people came, this The strength of the stock will continue to increase.

Fang Ming was a little afraid to imagine how terrifying this stone monument would be if it had passed for a hundred or hundreds of years. I'm afraid it would be no more than the rumored fairy tools.

The fairy tool is the purest energy in this world. From ancient times to the present, there is only one thing called the fairy tool in the cultivation world, that is Jiang Ziya's God List.

One is the power of heaven and earth, the other is the faith of the world, which is stronger and weaker, is not something that Fang Ming of this state can conjecture.

Fang Ming was shocked to retreat, but under the stele, Wang Zhenhu didn't have any abnormalities. This Qi did not cause any harm to him. On the contrary, the Qi was still condensed by his side.

"It's about to start."

Fang Ming's eyes are full of expectation. Yes, his plan is to use the grief of the heroes gathered in the stele to directly wipe out the ghosts on Wang Zhenhu.

If the ghost on Wang Zhenhu is not a little Japanese ghost, then this method is really useless, but the ghost on Wang Zhenhu comes from those little Japanese devils, and for these heroes, the little Japanese devils are the most Hate, these evil spirits will take the initiative.

Fang Ming, who closed his eyes, could clearly feel that these evil spirits fell on Wang Zhenhu's body like rain, and every time he fell, Wang Zhenhu's body would lose a ghost.

A total of sixteen ghosts were completely wiped out in less than a minute. The speed was somewhat beyond Fang Ming's expectations, but when he thought about it, Fang Ming smiled.

What kind of existence of the stone monument represents tens of millions of heroes, how can the ghosts of dozens of little Japanese devils be opponents, just like an elephant stepping on an ant, it is effortless.

Without more than a dozen ghosts, Wang Zhenhu's back and posture have not changed, but the impression is that there is no previous rickets.

Wang Zhenhu, as a party, did not know about all these changes.

Time passed by one minute and one second, when Wang Zhenhu stood up straight, the medals on his chest began to shake, and the intoxicating luster shimmered under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Okay."

After hearing Fang Ming's words, Huai Yuanshan and Zeng Guangnan's faces showed a happy look. A group of people helped Wang Zhenyuan get on the car and drove away from it. Hundreds of tourists watched the car away with respect.

"Xiao Zheng, thank you this time."

In the car, Huai Yuanshan was dialing the phone, "It's already over on my side, and I can return to normal."

At the end of the phone, a middle-aged man in military uniform put down the phone and said to the soldiers next to him: "The order will go on and the stele will return to normal."

"Yes."

The noncommissioned officer asked a bit worriedly after passing the order: "Chief, will it cause you trouble, if the superior is accountable."

"What's wrong with accountability, let alone superiors know that there is no accountability at all, even if I can be accountable, I still promise to be nostalgic, a veteran who was born and died for the revolution, what happens when he gets old and enjoys this tiny special treatment ?"

"I was worried that some tourists would shoot videos online, and then there would be a wave of public opinion," the non-commissioned officer added.

"You think too much. Although I don't deny that there are many sprayers on the Internet in my country, I believe that even if it is a sprayer, as long as he is a person of my Chinese nation, he knows what is the bottom line and what can't be sprayed."

In fact, the officer said nothing wrong. When a tourist sent a video of Wang Zhenhu bowing in front of the stele to the Internet, there was no spray. On the contrary, the number of likes reached the forefront.

Without any spray, it will spray a veteran, a veteran who is full of merits and devoted to his country.

Do not spray the army to protect the country, the teacher to educate people, or the doctor to save people. This is known to a Chinese with a conscience.

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Chaoge Academy!

"Fang Xiaoyou, I will use tea instead of wine for this glass, thank you for your help this time."

Huai Yuanshan stood up, and the elderly in their nineties raised the tea cup in their hands. Fang Ming quickly followed him up, but he did not dare to let the old general salute him.

"Nostalgia is polite, this is what I should do. I believe that any capable Chinese will not stand idly by when he meets Wang Lao."

Fang Ming looked solemn, and Huai Yuanshan looked at Fang Ming deeply, and suddenly burst into laughter at the next moment.

"it is good!"

Huai Yuanshan gazed upwards, "Well, those old brothers threw their heads for this... blood, old friends, the people never forgot you."

Zeng Guangnan and Wang Zhenhu on the side are also old eyes red at the moment, standing up, the three old men are singing softly at this moment: my home is in Songhuajiangshan in the northeast...

"The knife cut off the devils' heads, armed brethren across the country..."

Fang Ming was also moved, watching the three old men roaring there, but the sentence came to his mind at the moment: this prosperous world, as you wish, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the country is peaceful.