Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

In the magnificent bronze hall, there is a round table with a heavy texture in the center of the hall. The round table sits with twelve judges, who are also the twelve giants in the center.

The purple throne, which symbolizes nobility, sits on a man wearing a long robe with embroidered keel. He wears a golden mask all the year round, revealing only a pair of double pupils with invisible whites.

"What is Yue Jiuling making?" The Barbarian Emperor drank coldly, his throat seemed to be blocked, his voice hoarse and strange.

The fortune-telling of the observatory was presented on the round table impressively.

If the last time the abyss's fortune fluctuated was the light ripples of the lake water, this time it was like a small stone smashed into the lake and splashed several clumps of water.

Huyanshou's heart was ashes.

He wanted to snarl hysterically, he was going to crush the stupid and stupid head of the old witch!

But this solemn court can only try his best to contain his emotions.

The barbarian said solemnly:

"Express the decree and send an inspector."

"Your Majesty." A blond and bearded judge hurriedly got up and said respectfully:

"Yue Wudi is very talented, so let Yue San bring him to see the gods."

The old witch was his political henchman and had to intercede when necessary.

The inspectors were the most taboo among the top officials of the frontier, but any trivial matter that was found out would smear the old witch's political achievements.

"Isken, you are solely responsible for the accident?" The Barbarian Emperor stared at him for a moment.

The bearded expression froze, and without the confidence to seal the ticket, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

The empire rises in the abyss of heaven, and subtle changes in the abyss must be treated with caution.

"That's it, let's talk about Xishu again." The Barbarian Emperor said loudly.

There were mixed voices from the round table, Huyanshou's soul was not guarded, and the soul had long been lost in the distant seven thousand li territory.

After the small court meeting, Hu Yanshou left the Jiuzhong Palace.

The moment he walked into the carriage, his face turned from pale to ashes, his whole figure seemed to have had his bones removed, and he slumped in the carriage.

"Why is this..."

"Why did you lose!!"

Huyanshou's mouth trembled, he was incredulous.

There is only one possibility, the old witch has lost territory again, more than the last time.

"Didn't you pass on a secret letter to me, saying that it was all done in one battle? Twelve thousand iron-blooded soldiers, three great masters who are renowned in the empire, would not be the same as a pig as the commander."

"Old witch, you should go to hell!"

"Idiot!!"

Huyanshou was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to smash things to vent.

The lid can't be closed, it's all over.

Back at the official residence, he staggered and called his eldest son, and the father and son walked into the study silently.

"Your Majesty will send an inspector to the old witch's territory." Huyanshou laughed miserably.

"Impossible!" Huyanjing was horrified, he was the only person in the family who knew the inside story.

Could it be that the army was destroyed by hatred in the lonely city, and the empire lost its territory again?

"Do you care about Dongtu, do you care about Dongtu? They are wine ponds and meat forests, but you are sinking in the killing."

"Don't be stubborn, surrender, I beg you not to hold on to a worthless city."

Huyanshou's murmur was like a pleading and begging, and tears rolled down his haggard face.

Father cried.

The tears of grievance were more shocking than condemnation and rage, and tortured Huyanjing's soul like a knife.

"Father, can't you hold back?" he asked cautiously.

Huyanshou wiped away tears in silence.

"Why don't you strike first and expose the absurdity of the Zhelan dog thief and the old witch."

"You are the adjudicator who took office. At most, you will return to your hometown. It will not endanger your life."

"Compared to His Majesty the God of Heaven, we are still weak and weak. If His Majesty knew of Gu Chang'an's existence, he would definitely dispatch the top of the empire, and even make the Western Regions barren."

Huyanjing persuaded in a deep voice.

"Really?" Huyanshou stared at the best son,

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his head, slamming his face on the uneven copper pattern of the incense burner.

"For more than 60 years, the lonely city has not fallen, and one person has killed all the armies."

"Do you know what a humiliation this is? The entire empire will be furious! Shenzhou rekindles confidence and fighting spirit! Can I bear the consequences, your father?"

Half of Huyanjing's face was stamped with incense burners, and half of his face was dripping with blood.

"Beast!" Hu Yanshou's face was ruthless, and he threw his sleeves and walked to the window.

In his sight, the holy city shone brightly and magnificently under the sun, like the most perfect masterpiece of the gods in the world.

This is the greatest and noblest city in the world. In the past, Chang'an, where all countries came to the DPRK, was far behind!

"You can't lose your power, and you can't die. The old man must accompany the gods to ascend to the altar of the world, and he must witness the Eastern Land come to the abyss for a pilgrimage!"

Huyanshou worked hard to drive the fear and anger out of his mind and calm himself down.

He made up his mind quickly.

"Go to the Western Regions overnight, and let the old witch do one thing before the inspector arrives."

"What?" Huyanjing covered his cheeks, his tone aggrieved.

Huyanshou's eyes gradually became cruel, and he said word by word:

"Concentration camps, massacres."

Huyanjing felt a chill on his scalp like being struck by lightning.

"Only when the people of the empire died on a large scale would it be possible to cause fluctuations in the abyss." Hu Yanshou was expressionless, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

Huyanjing did not dare to answer, he suddenly felt that power was so terrible and his father was so cruel.

"Jing'er, people don't want to be killed for themselves, they don't want to die tragically for their father, and they're even more afraid of the decline of the Huyan family."

"This cover has to be covered, Gu Changan can't be exposed."

Huyanshou spoke earnestly, and his voice was full of sadness.

"How much?" Huyanjing asked in a hoarse voice.

Huyanshou was quiet for a while, and slowly extended a slap:

"Slaughter 500,000."

The latter's soul trembled, and the words fluttering were the ghosts of the 500,000 people of the empire.

"As well as the head of the old witch, she has to choose between herself and Yuezhi. She must die in front of the inspector, and the lid can be fooled."

Huyanshou added, leaning against the windowsill wearily.

Although it will explode sooner or later, he will do everything to cover it up, just to get a chance to breathe, and think of a way to check and balance before the explosion.

The study fell into a long, dead silence.

"Father, is it worth it?" Huyanjing couldn't help but ask.

A Han slave has already caused the empire to lose too much, and it will continue endlessly.

Huyanshou frowned deeply, and said sullenly:

"Just talk about two examples in the history of the Central Plains."

"Goujian, King of Yue, was a slave for ten years and endured humiliation and burden, and finally cleaned up the old mountains and rivers."

"Sima Qian of the Western Han Dynasty, a seven-foot man who was tortured by the palace still insisted on his ideals and ambitions, and wrote a glorious history."

"The reason why the Chinese civilization can last so long is because of that strong willpower."

For a moment, he looked at the eldest son:

"You should know what Gu Changan represents."

Huyanjing was silent for a moment and replied, "The most indestructible will in the world."

"Get ready to go now." Hu Yanshou waved his hand.

"Yes."

Huyanjing sighed softly and turned to leave.

In the past, my father failed to eradicate the lonely city by a single thought, but now it has caused the disaster of the sky falling and the earth sinking.

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Jinling City.

A tall building stands on the Qinhuai River, with yin and yang pictures hanging on the north and south eaves on the roof, and a gossip array and various divination tools are placed on the platform base.

This is the closest place in the Central Plains to the sky, and it seems that you can pick the stars in the sky when you raise your hand.

The officials of the Southern Chu Si Tianjian paced back and forth, looking at the girl in Taoist robe sitting cross-legged on the edge of the stage.

It was she who keenly captured the changes in the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty. How could the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, which had been declining, suddenly soared the day before yesterday?

"A man."

The girl opened her eyes abruptly, her eyes were backlashed and blood oozing out, she didn't care to wipe them clean, she hurriedly picked up the pen and paper beside her, and drew down the portraits she had predicted in her mind.

man?

The officials of the Tianjian Supervision were puzzled.

It should be the female emperor Li Wan who can cause changes in the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty. Could it be that the royal family of the Li family gave birth to a baby at the level of Emperor Taizong?

Confused, but not questioned.

Li Ping is the descendant of Li Chunfeng who made "Tui Bei Tu". The Li family moved south to Jinling due to the Anshi Rebellion. At that time, the Shenzhou was in turmoil, and he became loyal to Southern Chu.

Due to the revival of the spiritual energy of the heavenly changes, Li Ping's divination ability is definitely far better than that of his ancestor Li Chunfeng. In terms of talent alone, no one in the world can surpass him.

The girl with white teeth and red lips stared at the portrait, too unfamiliar.

The crowd gathered around, and the painting looked like a young man, with clear and clean eyes and outstanding facial features, just like the pampered son of a noble family in Jinling City.

"I thought that the appearance of dragon eye and phoenix neck Fuxi, this does not seem to cause changes in Tang Yun?"

The little supervisor couldn't figure it out.

The key is that there is never an image of this person in my mind. The Prime Minister of the Divine Continent Kingdoms, the Prime Minister, and the Jie Tianjiao, as long as they have the ability, the Sitianjian will keep their portraits.

"Perhaps the peeping was wrong." Even Li Ping himself was dubious.

But today is her best day, otherwise she wouldn't be able to paint a portrait.

The little supervisor thought for a moment:

"Transfer it to the empress of the Tang Dynasty and let her search the territory. It may be a folk farmer, or it may be a little-known idle cloud wild crane."