Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Carpenter Qin walked around the city wall, and finally sat at the city gate, staring blankly at the desert.

"Grandpa, where has Brother Gu gone?" The children with braids sat side by side and handed over a sticky candy.

Qin carpenter didn't speak, and put the sugar in his mouth.

"I don't like that new grave." The child pursed his lips, his dark face full of grievances.

"why?"

"I can't tell." The child shook his head, weeping in the wind.

"Luoyang!" Qin carpenter wiped the tears on the baby's face and said softly:

"That Eunuch Gao was also a member of our Anxi. He died heroically for the lonely city."

The younger generation in the city are all named after the Central Plains, but they are also the last batch of dolls. With Chang'an alone carrying the city, the dolls at least don't have to spend their youth in the city.

"Why did he come, why did he come alone." The child named Luoyang took out the gummy candy in his mouth and squeezed it into the shape of a sword.

Qin carpenter was silent.

That's right, if Eunuch Gao didn't bring hope, Chang'an should be relieved. If he took a million troops into the Western Regions, it would be more complete.

"Grandpa, will we go to the Central Plains in this lifetime?" Luoyang asked with a raised face.

"Yes!" Qin carpenter's voice was firmer than ever.

Sixty-three years after the news was isolated, the first person from the Central Plains court came to the isolated city in the Western Regions. When the faint dawn came, it was not far from the dawn.

He may not be able to wait, but Luoyang will definitely be able to.

"When I arrive in the Central Plains, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, so I shouldn't be greedy, right?" Luo Yang was excited, and often heard from the older generation that he was so greedy.

"And Brother Gu, let's go to the school to study together. He knows a lot of great truths even if he doesn't study, but he hasn't talked about it for a long time."

Luoyang rambled about, the child's wish is this simple, a beautiful private school, don't taste the salty wind and sand again.

Qin Mu's ingenuity is like a knife.

His already numb heart was pierced by a sentence.

Chang'an... I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Chang'an.

Qin carpenter didn't understand the qi of heaven and earth, but when the peach blossom branches were planted in the city, when Chang'an said "I'm afraid I'll hurt you", he knew that this bitter child was going to sink in the dark night.

After sixty-three years of torment and waiting, victory is likely to come, but on the eve of victory, Chang'an is about to become a lunatic.

There is nothing more desperate than this in the world. He is about to win, and is about to walk out of the darkness, but his soul has been stuck in the darkness.

"Grandpa, don't cry." Luoyang leaned over to wipe his tears and said firmly:

"No matter how many barbarians come, Brother Gu can kill him with one sword, until the arrival of the Central Plains army."

Qin carpenter's old eyes were red, and he walked back to the city with the doll.

...

In the foul-smelling desert, the figure in red robe walked slowly with a pot of wine, and the wooden sword hanging in the air was like a shadow.

Within sight, hundreds of thousands of carrion corpses were stacked, with severed limbs and skulls.

"This place is very good." Gu Changan nodded.

The qi that made him mad became more and more intense, and it was probably the qi of innocent injustice, and it was like a small spear piercing into the head one by one.

Gu Changan was indifferent and poured himself a drink:

"Respect your frivolity when you were ten years old, respect your hesitation when you were twenty years old, and respect your magnanimity now."

"cut!"

Leaving aside the jug, the blood sword slashed down, and the sword energy enveloped the earth like a cobweb, taking care of the bones of every barbarian citizen.

Yes, Gu Changan wanted to refine all the aura of sin without leaving a trace.

Either don't do it, or do it absolutely.

The Central Plains should be coming soon. Before dawn breaks, the barbarians will definitely have the fastest attack. He must hold on with strength and cannot lose his territory before the end.

It doesn't matter if he is crazy or dead, and handed over the isolated city to the Central Plains intact,

Enough to have no regrets.

The world is surrounded by black mist, and the most cruel evil spirit in the world rises up, obscuring the breath of the blood sword, and the desert at dusk is like a dark night.

"Cough..." Gu Changan coughed violently, his vision gradually blurred, and he seemed to see another self.

A scholar in Chang'an City has a not-so-beautiful but gentle and kind-hearted wife, a unique small house with a peach blossom tree planted in front of the house. In this life, there is no great wealth, but there is no disease or disaster.

"This is my childhood wish, and I will never be able to achieve it in my entire life."

Gu Changan endured the pain of peeling and peeling his bones, curled up in the middle of the corpse, and a stream of evil energy poured towards him.

"I just want to be ordinary too." He shouted hysterically, why he was so pitiful.

life, out of control.

He didn't want to be born in an isolated city in the Western Regions, the blood-red city walls blocked everything he had, he was a puppet wrapped in national beliefs, and he was a fool who was ignored by the Central Plains of China.

death, out of control.

You can't die if you want to.

"Why am I a monster!" Gu Changan looked at the blood flowing all over his body and his clean palms. He had countless wounds, but there was not even a single light scar.

I have always been like this, my stomach is cut out and the intestines can be stuffed back, the skull is pierced by arrows, and there is no trace of it being pulled out. I am actually a monster guarding the city.

But I don't want to do that! !

It seems that when people are about to collapse, they will have three options: escape immediately, give up thinking, and decide to go crazy.

Gu Changan was on the verge of thinking. His soul was resisting the invasion of evil spirits, but his body was absorbing it crazily.

So, decided to go crazy.

Taking himself as the carrier, the evil energy accumulated over the past ten years of killing and the madness are blended.

Fusion!

A character who has never left the old world, but imprints the world with wisps of Qi that belong to him alone.

boom!

The tornado swept up the sand and stones, like a roaring yellow dragon rising to the sky, and the desert ushered in a blizzard that was unseen in a century.

The sky seemed to be split open, and the snow seemed to never end, but it only landed in a radius of ten miles. Outside was a barren land that stretched for thousands of miles, but it was like a vast world of ice and snow.

Wearing a red robe, he stood still, Gu Changan's expression was no longer distorted, and his stern eyebrows became serene for the first time.

Only the shawl and long hair are all white.

Not Snowfall.

The chill swept through, his white hair fluttered in the wind, and the rotting corpse was covered with a layer of snow. Gu Changan stared blankly at the black eagle hovering in the sky.

"You crow, why do you look at me more?"

The black eagle overlooked the severed limb that was not submerged in the heavy snow, and it just wanted to feast on the corpse.

"I want to send a message, I want to lead the barbarians to attack the city, right? I want to take my life, right?"

"Hmph, naive!"

Gu Changan shook his wrist, the blade of the sword rose to the ground, and the black eagle fled, but was still penetrated by the sword energy, and fell miserably into the Gobi Desert.

It doesn't understand, what's wrong with gluttony?

Seeing this, the goshawks in groups neighed, and Gu Changan continued to repeat the movement of swinging his sword, shouting angrily:

"Don't even think about destroying my home! You don't even want to secretly report on the military situation."

Slaughtered with a sword, looking at their corpses, Gu Chang stood up with satisfaction.

"Go home."

The ice and snow melted, the world was dead and the distance was getting closer and closer to the lonely city. The man with the white head and red robe finally found his childlike simplicity and happiness, jumping in the yellow sand, chanting obscure and melodious songs in his mouth.

...

At Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall, nine black stone pillars stand, and there is a crack above the pass.

In the evening, the warriors of Beiliang and Youyan were entrenched in this place to practice. The great changes in the heavens a few decades ago, the origin of the recovery of spiritual energy in the Central Plains is Yanmenguan.

Although it is less than one or two of the barbarian abyss, it is also the hope left by the thief God to the Chinese civilization.

At this moment, countless warrior rangers in the pass were dumbfounded, and there was a strong shock in their eyes.

Someone created their own gas machine!

"Cruel, bloodthirsty, destruction..." Beiliang Grandmaster stared at the crack, capturing the fleeting breath.

What terrible talent is this?

What kind of slaughter is this? ?

"Saint!" Some rangers noticed the black-robed old man coming from the sky.

It was Youyan Gongsun Ge, one of the nine saints in the Central Plains.

The old man's dark brows furrowed deeply. He was practicing in the Great Wall and immediately noticed the brand new energy.

Since the great change of heaven and earth, whether it is Confucianism, Buddhism or Taoism, blood suffocation or even devil qi, all exist in heaven and earth, and each warrior only needs to choose one or several paths.

Special such as Duke Qin of the Eastern Wu Dynasty, who became holy with the sound of the piano, is actually just a derivative of spiritual energy.

And the Tang Dynasty Empress Li Wan, who was domineering and turned into a king, a girl who vowed to become the number one in the world took the initiative to take over the burden of the emperor.

But the sudden new Qi machine means that someone has created a cultivation path, and it is not even aura.

Yanmenguan was dead silent.

Countless warriors are still immersed in shock and unable to extricate themselves. Although the great changes in the heavens have only taken a few decades, there are many amazing geniuses in the world, but no one has ever been able to "create it by themselves".

This is not only an unparalleled talent, but also an unprecedented courage, the supreme courage to dare to compete with the Tao of Heaven!

"People are afraid of the sky..."

"Or is it that man will conquer the sky?"

Many warriors are at a loss, and the pioneers are famous in history. Who is it?

If this person finally walks this path, then he is the originator of this qi machine, which is equivalent to opening a heavenly gate for the world's warriors.

"Saint, what do you think? Could it be from the Central Plains?" A swordsman looked at the dangling black-robed old man.

After speaking, even he himself felt absurd, except for the barbarian abyss favored by heaven, where can he cultivate such a shocking talent?

Gongsun Ge didn't say a word, was silent for a long time, and sighed:

"Hope is, fear is."

The warriors looked at each other, and the atmosphere at Yanmen Pass became depressed.

They personally felt the cruelty and world-weariness contained in that wisp of Qi.

This road is destined to be a more terrifying killing sermon than the devil, and he will be a disaster for national civilization!

Gongsun Ge waved his sleeves and left, heading south all the way to Jinling City of Chu State.

...

Bronze Palace.

The Barbarian Emperor was on the throne, and the sunlight outside the window shone on the golden mask, reflecting a brilliant light.

"In March, the empire attacked Xishu again, and this time it vowed to swallow it up in one fell swoop!"

The twelve judges on the round table nodded one after another.

Xishu is the barrier of the Central Plains, this piece of fat must be swallowed into the mouth, and then wait for the Western army to clean up the Byzantine remnants, and then attack the hinterland of Shenzhou to create the supreme kingdom of God!

"How to deal with the Han slaves at that time?" asked the barbarian emperor.

A blue-eyed and white-bearded judge said lightly:

"Leaving the land to kill people."

The words are cold and bizarre, and many judges are horrified.

Genocide policy!

"Karl, it's too much." The barbarian emperor said in a sullen tone.

Whitebeard's expression was humble, but his tone did not give in at all. He said solemnly:

"The Central Plains civilization has always been the best at assimilation. For example, several colleagues in the hall drink tea all day long. This is a typical example of the Central Plains culture looting in the holy city, and its influence has spread to the center!"

"No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to assimilate the butcher's knife!"

His words were suspicious of yin and yang, and at the end he glanced at Hu Yanshou and the others.

"Karl, An dare to be presumptuous!" Barbarian Emperor angrily scolded, "Don't forget history!"

Whitebeard died down.

That's right, before the great change of the heavens, many of the ancestors in this room were the little brothers of the Central Plains, and the culture of the whole family has been deeply imprinted with the Chinese brand, which is difficult to correct.

"This matter will be discussed later." The Barbarian Emperor did not dare to rush to make a decision.

Such a major decision must be taken with extreme caution.

But Karl is right. The Central Plains civilization is good at assimilation, but slavery alone is not enough. It has to completely subvert the cultural customs that have existed for thousands of years.

If it is difficult to implement, then only reserve land to slaughter people!

I have to say that he is already imagining the great achievement of creating the supreme kingdom of God with his own hands.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps entered the hall, and a scrawny old woman in a wedding dress entered without announcement, wearing a cross around her neck and stepping on two lotus flowers.

"Alice." The Barbarian Emperor stood up from the throne, his movements showing a hint of respect.

"Your Majesty, the abyss has changed, and someone created his own qi machine." The old woman in the wedding dress was concise.

Hearing the word "someone", Huyanshou's scalp felt numb.

Wouldn't it be a lonely city Han slave?

Don't blame him for being sensitive, he was tortured to the point of insanity.

"Oh?" The barbarian emperor's tone was shocked, a pair of pupils flickered uncertainly, and urged:

"go on."

"It's a kind of slaughter and evil spirit, which is fleeting. Since the aura recovered, the world's only self-created genius."

The old woman in the wedding dress twitched the corners of her stiff mouth, and her folded eyelids conveyed a faint excitement.

The judges of the round table couldn't hide their horror, the word "unique" contained too much gold!

"Congratulations to the gods, congratulations to the supreme kingdom of gods, God bless the holy city, God bless the holy city!"

Carl the Whitebeard can't stop laughing, and the empire has another martial arts talent, congratulations!

As a high-ranking judge, the so-called Tianjiao is also an ant in his eyes, but daring to create his own qi machine is worthy of respect!

"Congratulations." The old woman in the wedding dress moved her lips.

"Happy together, rejoice together!!"

The barbarian emperor waved his dragon sleeves and took the throne.

A remote frontier land that has occupied 70% of the world's territory for decades, relying on the pioneering spirit, it is the courage to be the first!

Huyanshou showed a smile that was uglier than mourning, but fortunately no one noticed him.

Hearing "killing", he was almost certain that it was Gu Chang'an, a lonely city!

"Your Majesty, the star observation platform is peeping, this person is in the Western Regions." The old woman in the wedding dress retired.

Huyanshou looked numb.

Accident?

Not surprisingly!

What is a self-created gas machine? That Hannu was stationed alone in the lonely city in the dark and desperate situation, and one person slaughtered the great formation of the army. What miracle is comparable to this?

"Western Region?"

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The Barbarian Emperor did not speak, but his hand patted the armrest of the throne.

"Your Majesty, the Central Plains spy sent back several secret letters, saying that Li Tang's bloodline was left in the Western Regions, could it be him?"

Inquisitor Isken's voice was serious, and the happy event might turn into a mourning one.

"Should... it shouldn't?" Huyanshou vetoed.

"Western Regions?" The Barbarian Emperor got up and paced.

"Zhe Lansu didn't finish his term, and Yue Jiuling, an old witch, slaughtered 650,000 innocent people at every turn, the sword ghost fell, Gao escaped and returned to the sky, and now he has created a genius who created his own qi machine."

"The more I think about it, the more it feels wrong."

The Barbarian Emperor turned his head suddenly, his eyes locked tightly on the pale Hu Yanshou.

The rest of the judges all looked at him.

The two adjudicators were unlucky enough to be promoted to Huyanshou. The key knife was not alone before he went to the Western Regions to intercept Gao Chaoen.

Why did Huyanshou want to kill Gao Chaoen? Did he know any secrets?

Peeling the silk and pulling the cocoon, it is difficult for him to get rid of the relationship.

The Barbarian Emperor approached, supported the round table with both hands, and said calmly:

"Huyan Aiqing, the situation has been bad recently, is it because of the Western Regions?"

"Your Majesty..." Hu Yanshou smiled bitterly, and continued to hold on with anxiety in his heart:

"The old minister was exhausted by the family affairs, and the matter of the sword is not alone, I have already explained it to you."

"Really?" The barbarian emperor was dubious, but it was impossible to punish the top of the empire just because of a little suspicion.

Seeing that the situation was slipping in the worst direction, Huyanshou quietly pinched his hand with his fingernails, calming the pain, before he said:

"The old minister swears to the sky that if there is a single sentence to deceive the king, all the nine clans will be killed!"

The corners of the judges' mouths twitched, the old Huyan's method of showing his loyalty was too cruel.

The barbarian emperor nodded and said solemnly:

"I sent a thousand celestial cavalry to the seven thousand li territory, vowing to find out, why did Yue Jiuling massacre, is it really because Zhelansu killed the county master by mistake?"

"Your Majesty Shengming!" Hu Yanshou respectfully.

He nearly collapsed!

The Tianshen Iron Cavalry has a special communication method, as long as it arrives in the Western Regions, it is all over.

No one could save him, fate had sounded the death knell for him, and the head on his neck was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Huyanshou's limbs were cold, which was rather tragic rather than terrifying.

Deep in the quagmire, suffocated, unable to struggle.

But what followed was a thrill, like the wind blowing in the face when you fell into hell.

Living in fear and despair is really not as good as liberation.

"Your Majesty, what if this person is really the so-called Li Tang bloodline?" Inquisitor Carl asked.

The barbarian emperor didn't care, and said lightly:

"How can the collapsed Divine Continent be rebuilt because of a martial arts genius? The empire favored by the sky will not decline because of a certain character."

"Let's just think that he can become a saint in the future, but a saint? Create one in two years in the abyss!"

Everyone nodded.

There is only one thing that affects the rise and fall of two civilizations -

Spiritual Will!

Only faith is supreme!

The so-called mayfly shake the tree, when the weak mayflies unite, they may not be able to devour the giant tree in the sky, but the key is to have a unique mayfly that can guide the spirit of the mayfly army.

The Central Plains apparently did not.

Just like the last time we attacked Shu, the empire only dispatched 300,000 soldiers and horses, what about the combined forces of Bei Liang, Zhao and Shu?

Still pushing! !

"Your Majesty, this person should be the son of the Empire, otherwise he will not appear in the Western Regions to preach."

Isken looked determined.

The Great Wall, Yanmen Pass, the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, where can't we prove the Tao? It is safe and can open up a new Qi machine for the Central Plains warriors, why bother to cultivate in the hinterland of the Western Regions?

"Just check it out."

"Imperial Erlang is incredible, I dare to ask against the sky, such pioneers should be included in the new calendar of the empire, and only by exploration can they achieve glory!!"

The barbarian emperor is sonorous and powerful.

The most important thing for the Tianshen Iron Cavalry is to grasp the specific situation of the Western Regions. It is only secondary to bringing this person back. Basically, he is definitely the son of the Empire.

Huyanshou was expressionless and sneered in his heart.

Ask against the sky?

Gu Changan never knew what the sky was!

In the old world, he has never been baptized by the spiritual energy of the new world. Who in the world would dare to cultivate his qi energy, such a lonely and brave man who has never been seen before and has never come before?

Even if a heavenly gate is opened, who is worthy to enter? Who could endure the pain and darkness he felt?

I don't know when, Huyanshou developed a sense of admiration for Gu Changan.

Yes, after confirming the date of his death, calmly put aside prejudice and looked at the man in the lonely city objectively.

It is definitely the most dazzling light of human nature. The glorious history cannot be seen, and it will be difficult to reproduce in future generations.

...

Back at the mansion, the once gorgeous and majestic official mansion was only empty shells, and 90% of the wealth was reduced to the task reward of the witch Buddha.

"Son, you should run away today."

"Go to the sea to find an island to settle down and leave a bloodline for the Huyan family."

In the hidden corridor, Huyanshou's breath is sluggish.

Huyanjing's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was silent for a long time, and said with a miserable smile:

"Father, is it irreversible?"

Huyanshou nodded stiffly:

"A thousand cavalry of the gods, when they arrive in the Western Regions, the news will be sent back to the Holy City, and they will definitely not be able to cover their lids."

"Before this time, you should escape as soon as possible, bring a few more women to guard, and disguise yourself as a spring outing."

"The rest of the family are mediocre, and they die when they die."

Huyanjing's lips trembled and he kowtowed heavily.

"Father and son, father is ashamed of you, goodbye." Huyanshou's face was tense, and he left the mansion without looking back.

He wanted to urge the four greedy witches and buddhas to kill Gu Changan before the celestial cavalry rushed to the Western Regions.

No matter how the lonely city will be exposed, swearing to kill has nothing to do with survival, but with dignity and glory.

Huyanshou didn't want to be whipped after his death, and he was scolded by the people of the empire as a humiliated and vicious dog.

Killing Gu Changan at least extinguished the spiritual torch of China Shenzhou, and gave an explanation to the empire, and his epitaph would also engrave the word "loyalty".

Die, and hope to die as a winner.

...

Chang'an.

A solemn and solemn bell sounded from the Golden Throne Hall, and the sparse and scattered ministers of the Ministry of War hurried into the hall.

The empress wearing a phoenix skirt on the throne has been waiting for a long time, and she cuts to the point:

"It is proposed that the Ministry of War dispatches 10,000 elites to the Western Regions, and I will submit an edict to Beiliang to borrow."

The already quiet courtroom was completely silent.

The officials of the Ministry of War exchanged glances, and stood out for the first minister, Li Deyu, and made a firm decision:

"Your Majesty maintains the family's private affairs, ignoring the life and death of the generals, the minister protests!"

Realizing that he was too excited and too straightforward, he gently advised:

"Your Majesty has worked hard to restore the devastated village, how can you take 10,000 elites to take risks?"

"I agree." The rest of the military officials said in unison.

No one wants to see the blood of the royal family left behind in the Western Regions, let alone a nobleman who has changed the country's fortunes, but that is the barbarian hinterland!

"How many times have I said, there is no Li Tang bloodline!"

The beautiful empress was rarely furious, and her cold voice stirred in the Golden Palace.

She is the orthodox imperial authority in name, and even if the other emperors of the six kingdoms presented her will, she would not call me me, but so what, no one believed her words, and even the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty were questioning them.

The person in the portrait is no more than twenty-five years old. Li Wan has checked the genealogy, and there is no male of the Li family who lives outside.

For the time being, she has missed it, but she is cultivating the Dragon Qi of the Tang Dynasty, and her perception will never go wrong!

"Your Majesty, even if the portrait person is gifted to become a martial arts saint, can a saint be able to fight 10,000 elites alone?"

Li Deyu frowned deeply and said in a low voice.

If martial arts masters are omnipotent, then there is no need for the army to exist at all. The saint is the pinnacle of his own strength, but in the face of tens of thousands of elites, he can only be defeated.

Ten thousand elites were sacrificed to rescue Li's Tianjiao. It would be an unbearable blow for the Sheji, and it would also lose popular support and cause public opinion to boil over.

Co-authoring 10,000 flesh-and-blood bodies is a special exchange for royal children, right?

"I suspect it is the descendant of the Anxi Army in the Western Regions."

A serious voice suddenly came from the throne.

The hall was silent.

"Impossible. When the Anxi Army died, none of the ministers were born. If any descendants survived, they would be in the blood of the barbarians."

An elegant official came out with a wat, and a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

Li Deyu, who was in front of the hall, rushed forward and slapped him in the face, making him dizzy.

"Shangshu..."

"You should fight!" Li Deyu looked at him coldly, then turned to the throne and bowed in apology:

"Old minister is disrespectful, please forgive me!"

The ministers also stared fiercely at the elegant official, this person is simply disgusting!

But all the people of Central China are very aware of the tragic and solemn Anxi army. Back then, with the holy life, he went to the Western Regions with great vigor and vigor to guard the country for the Tang Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, the Tang Dynasty collapsed, and the entire Hexi Corridor was raised by barbarians. Anxi was completely alone and could not get any rescue.

These are the great warriors of the Great Tang Dynasty, but after their death, they can't even return the leaves to their roots.

History is covered in dust, how can they say they surrendered without grounds? How can it be unreasonable to guess that the descendants are all of barbarian blood?

Even if it is, the Central Plains have failed Anxi, and it is not shameful to surrender.

"It's the minister who's confused." The elegant official looked gloomy, and he didn't choose what to say for a while, but the starting point was to veto His Majesty's bizarre thoughts.

Fifty years ago in the Hexi Corridor, 270,000 Tang troops fought against the barbarians, and they lost their strategic position in the Western Regions.

Just imagine, the 270,000 troops are close to being wiped out, how can Anxi's 20,000 troops in the core area of ​​the barbarians hold on?

All the ministers were silent. It must be ridiculous that the person in the portrait is a descendant of the Anxi Army. Perhaps it was an excuse for His Majesty to prevaricate the court.

The empress's delicate cheeks were icy cold, her fingers were clenched and released quietly, followed by confusion.

Yes, she was just an ethereal hunch, there was no reason to prove it, and she couldn't even convince herself.

Li Deyu hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't put it into words.

Why did the blood of Li Tang stay in the Western Regions, since Gao Chaoen was willing to die, it proved that he had the talent and even the strength to return to Chang'an.

If he doesn't come back, does it mean that he has defected and surrendered?

No matter what, the Ministry of War will refute His Majesty's decree to send troops.

Whoever does not want this page of humiliating history to turn over quickly and usher in the dream of a bright future, but needs the concerted efforts of the Central Plains, one person will never be able to turn the tide.

"Retreat!"

...

Royal study.

"Summon Li Lian." The Empress looked out the window, and a dove with colorful wings lightly pecked at the grain of rice.

"Yes." The palace maid led the order away.

Pei Jingshu walked into the hall with a solemn expression.

"What's the matter?" The Empress still looked into the distance, without any intention of turning around.

"Someone created a ray of qi that is detached from the sky and earth. Li Ping sent a letter. According to her prediction, it is likely to be a portrait person."

Pei Jingshu finished in one breath.

The imperial study fell into a long silence, the Empress pursed her lips, her eyes dimmed.

"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu paced forward and said softly:

"It's Martial Dao Tianjiao."

Disappointment is inevitable.

Just as His Majesty had expected, she also hoped that the portrait person would be a national hero who made great achievements, not a martial arts genius.

The self-created qi machine is indeed shocking, but so what? As the Minister of War said, even a saint cannot change the situation.

Your Majesty should give up. Ten thousand elites went to rescue the portrait man. This sacrifice is meaningless.

Pei Jingshu looked at His Majesty's face and continued:

"Li Ping said again, this man is world-weary and cruel, and the meaning of slaughter is too full. It is above the devil's way, which has been proved by Youyan Gongsun Ge."

Empress Dai frowned and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty." An old woman stood outside the hall.

The Empress stretched her hand out of the window and held the colorful dove, and said softly:

"Please take it to the Western Regions and send back the news of the portrait person."

"There is a beginning and an end in doing things. He helped me to advance my country. If it is a hero, I will make a name for him. If it is a devil, I will thank him for this kindness."

Pei Jingshu was startled.

The powerhouse of the royal family, second only to Gao Chaoen, once encountered an accident, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"As ordered." The old woman took the pigeon, gave His Majesty a reassuring look, and then stepped out of the imperial city.

"Let me be quiet for a while."

"Yes..." Pei Jingshu resigned, and before leaving, she glanced at His Majesty's figure, feeling inexplicably sad.

Once, His Majesty was also a person who vowed to go to the sky to pick stars. Li Wan, the Li family, was extremely talented, carrying a cold sword and the dream of being number one in the world.

But before he went to the rivers and lakes, the shackles of Jiangshan, Sheji and Ji were heavy on his shoulders. No one in the Li family dared to carry the dying dynasty of the doomsday. His Majesty could only carry it up, give up his dreams, smooth the edges and corners, and imprison his soul in the nine palaces.

Fairy Hanjian's name has been covered up by the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, but the Jianghu Qi in His Majesty's heart has not died out.

No matter how the world thinks about you making the Tang Dynasty's national fortune grow, I will always give you an explanation.

...

PS: The climax is about to come, and it will be a big chapter recently, one chapter tops four or five chapters.

It's not too much to ask for a monthly pass (miserable)