Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Jingzhe, the third watch.

On the Chu Star Observatory, the girl in the black robe closed her eyes and rested, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly with her breathing.

The sixty-four hexagrams on the base of the platform are arranged according to the celestial and earthly branches, and there are also tortoise shells and a yellow flag on which is painted a peeping talisman.

The most special thing is the three-legged wooden black beside her with a small bell in her mouth.

Si Tianjian's colleagues looked solemn.

Two months have passed, and Li Ping vowed to predict where the man was located, and he would not hesitate to move in the ancestral treasure.

unexpected.

The yellow flag folds on itself without wind, and the flagpole is cut into two sections.

"Hurry up and seal the hexagram!" The young supervisor urged sharply.

The girl was unmoved, drops of blood dripped from her eyes, seeped from her delicate nose and dried up, and so on.

"Li Ping, seal the hexagram immediately!" The warlocks were horrified, their flags downturned, and one drop of blood reduced one year.

ding ding.

The small bell of Wukou made a clear sound.

Li Ping suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the three-legged Muwu, which turned rhythmically and became faster and faster.

"Xi, Fu Yaofeng." The young prisoner murmured.

"Map of Shenzhou!" Li Ping urged with a pale face and hoarseness.

The junior supervisor quickly walked up to the platform, handed the map to her, and finally sighed:

"Thirteen years."

"The civilization of the Central Plains faces life and death, and I don't care about thirteen years of life."

"The national fortune of the Tang Dynasty, which has been falling for decades, has risen because of him. He deserves it."

After Li Ping finished speaking, he rubbed his tired head, and then immersed himself in observing the map of Shenzhou.

The supervisor was silent.

Yes, maybe the person in the painting didn't do anything earth-shattering, but at least it brought a glimmer of hope to the Tang Dynasty.

Although they are loyal to the Southern Chu regime, they are all descendants of Yan and Huang, and they are part of the Central Plains civilization.

In the end, it doesn't matter who takes the Divine Continent Ding. Now the powerful barbarians are entrenched on the side. If the civilization of the Central Plains dies, who will have the face to see the ancestors after death?

"Is it in Xishu? But Xishu doesn't blow the swinging wind." A warlock was confused.

Li Ping's eyes shone with light, as if talking to himself: "The strong wind is inclined from the southwest to the northeast, the terrain is low and flat, and the barren and empty space is for the swaying wind."

"here!"

She pointed to a certain location in the map and said firmly and decisively, "Yumen Pass."

"He's at Yumenguan!"

Supervisor Si Tian looked at each other in dismay.

The gateway from the Central Plains to the Western Regions, the border between Northern Liang and the barbarians?

"Could it be that a certain general in Beiliang fought bravely to kill the savage?" the young supervisor guessed.

"The National Fortune of the Tang Dynasty." The warlock beside him reminded in a low voice.

"Although he is a general in Beiliang, his heart is attached to the Tang Dynasty, so this has caused Tang Yun to change?" Although the young prisoner was in doubt, he looked confident.

Everyone nodded.

This is the most reasonable guess.

Since ancient times, Yumen Pass has been a pass symbolizing the rise and fall of China's glory and disgrace.

There was a record of the supreme glory of the Central Plains, the champion Hou Huo went to sickness and sealed Langjuxu, and all countries worshipped Chang'an and passed through Yumen Pass; it was also tragic and desolate, and many soldiers from the Central Plains who went on expeditions for the country looked at Yumen Pass before dying.

Perhaps only the magnificent Yumen Pass will be born to save the national fortune in the Central Plains.

"Go back and rest." The young supervisor looked at Li Ping worriedly.

The girl hummed.

One of the warlocks hesitated, but finally decided not to say anything.

He suddenly remembered the four towns of Anxi, because his great-grandfather used to be a member of the Anxi Army and was transferred back to the Central Plains due to military arrangements.

Anxi must no longer exist. He has been isolated from news for more than 60 years, and he is in the hinterland of barbarians.

If it still exists, it is no longer a miracle, but an epic myth and legend.

The most pitiful soldier in the world is the Eighth Regiment of Anxi, who was originally assigned to guard the territory of the Western Regions to contain the countries of the Western Regions for the Central Plains. Who would have expected the barbarians to rise so terribly?

The ashes of those great frontier warriors will never be returned.

"What do you want to say?" The young supervisor glanced at him.

"No." The warlock shook his head.

The key Western Regions are also not swaying.

...

Chang'an.

Ganlu Temple.

Pei Jingshu walked into the hall, and saw the noble and elegant empress standing in front of the window, unhappy.

His Majesty was used to being alone, sometimes wandering and sighing, and seldom took the initiative to speak to anyone.

Only when her eyes occasionally looked at the portrait of the imperial case, did her eyes flash with a hint of energy.

However, that look is also extremely weak and fleeting.

"Your Majesty, Li Ping found out that the person in the portrait is at Yumen Pass." Pei Jingshu brought good news.

The Empress stared straight at her, her tone was fast and urgent:

"Praise Gao Chaoen for an audience!"

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

"Is Yumenguan?" The Empress wondered.

"This hexagram, Li Ping will live thirteen years." Pei Jingshu said softly.

The empress' eyebrows were slightly lowered, the sadness in her eyes flashed away, and she immediately stared out the window:

"What have you done?"

"I don't even know your name, I'm sorry for you."

"The precarious Central Plains civilization needs a hero to boost its vitality."

Pei Jingshu nodded silently. It must have done a great thing to change the country's fortunes, leading troops to kill three thousand enemies? Or the martial arts talent is unparalleled?

Your deeds cannot be left unnoticed. This disaster-stricken nation urgently needs to rekindle its fighting spirit.

A few moments later, a hunched python-robed eunuch with white hair walked into the palace.

"Your Majesty." He saluted respectfully.

The Empress watched him:

"The portrait man is at Yumen Pass, no matter how long it is, you must find him."

Gao Chaoen nodded heavily, and a smile appeared on his stiff face:

"Find him, and the miscellaneous family will take off his shoes."

The queen twitched the corners of her lips and smiled.

A very faint smile, but like layers of closed pupa cocoons peeled off with a light click, revealing moving butterfly wings.

Pei Jingshu has not seen His Majesty show such a happy smile for a long time.

Gao Chaoen also amused His Majesty.

He is the adopted son of Gao Lishi, a loyal eunuch of the ages, and he is now over a hundred years old.

The source of this interesting story is that in the past, Gao Lishi once took off the poet Li Bai's shoes in public.

"Farewell to the miscellaneous family." Gao Chaoen turned and left the Ganlu Palace.

Stepping out of the hall, the figure hangs in the air.

...

Holy city, bronze temple.

The atmosphere on the round table was deadly, and the scalps of the twelve judges were numb, staring at the twisted heads in the sandalwood box.

"Your Majesty, that's it." The dusty inspector finished his report and retreated to the outer hall.

The Barbarian Emperor squeezed his hands and slammed his fist on the armrest of the throne, roaring:

"frenzied!!"

"Yue Jiuling's human nature is distorted! She is the most hateful executioner in the kingdom of God!"

The judges were silent.

Huyanshou lowered his head, not daring to look at the terrifying head, always feeling that the eyes of the old witch were staring at him.

As he wished, in the frightening plan, he finally covered the lid.

The road leading to the lonely city is piled with the corpses of common people, almost touching the sky, which is unlucky for a normal person, not to mention the pampered inspector, it is even more impossible to go there.

The key is that the old witch has a reputation for being bloodthirsty and vicious, and the massacre fits her character. If it were Zhe Lansu, the center would definitely doubt this matter.

"Throw this dirty poisonous snake to feed the dog!" The barbarian emperor roared angrily, and then roared:

"Seven thousand miles of territory, who will punish it?"

The twelve judges were silent, none of them wanted to recommend their cronies.

Hundreds of thousands of innocent people died tragically, and the wickedness was too heavy to easily affect the mind. Moreover, the old witch broke all order, and the new sanctioners had to rebuild there when they went there, and it was difficult to get political achievements.

Bad luck, who wants to go?

"Your Majesty, the old minister recommends Zhe Lansu." A judge with a tall nose and brown eyes said respectfully.

Huyanshou's heart was suddenly grasped by an invisible hand.

It's over, isn't it?

The one who deserves a thousand cuts is the old dog Zhelan, but this old dog will definitely refuse to accept the order, and the trouble will get out of hand.

"Your Majesty, this person is rebellious and killed the county master. If the official is reinstated so quickly, it may cause public dissatisfaction."

Huyanshou said solemnly.

"Justified." The Barbarian Emperor nodded, glanced at the round table, and said solemnly:

"Let's put it on hold for a while for further discussion."

Huyanshou tried his best to restrain his emotional fluctuations and praised: "Your Majesty Shengming."

This is the most favorable result, and it also means that it is time for him to deal with Gu Chang'an, a lonely city.

Damn old dog Zhelan, running like a real beast!

The Barbarian Emperor looked at him for a while, and his tone was sullen:

"Huyan Aiqing, I observed that you have been depressed recently."

Hu Yanshou shuddered, and sighed in a sudden thought:

"The children are mediocre, and the minister has been suffering from family affairs recently."

After experiencing such a destructive failure, no matter how high-spirited he was, he was completely worn out. He couldn't sleep all day and night, and his soul drifted to the lonely city 7,000 miles away.

"Cheer up!!" Barbarian Emperor snorted coldly, slowly got up from the throne, and said:

"The great cause has not yet been completed, you should do your best, and when the Supreme Divine Kingdom annexes the Central Plains, all of you here will accept the glory of the abyss of heaven!"

Everyone was excited and said loudly:

"Long live the gods!"

...

Back at the mansion, Huyanshou got another bad news.

"Father, according to the report of Nanchu Spy, there is an astrologer who peeks into the sky at night, and the man who changed Tang Yun is at Yumenguan."

In the quiet study room, Huyanjing's voice trembled violently.

Earlier, Tang Guo circulated a portrait everywhere, which was exactly the same as the Gu Changan he had learned about! !

"It's that stinky bitch of Li Ping!" Hu Yanshou was short of breath, his expression was distorted, and the whole person was lying on the chair looking up at the ceiling as if suffocated.

It is getting closer and closer to the truth, how long can the lid be covered?

Seeing his father's terrified appearance, Huyanjing comforted him instead:

"The most talented warlock in the East is just like that. Haha, Hannu is seven thousand miles away in the Western Regions."

Snapped!

With the sudden slap, Hu Yanshou slapped it hard again, suppressing his anger and roaring:

"idiot!"

"That's because the empire is favored by heaven, and everything outside Yumen Pass is covered, otherwise you think she can't see it?"

Huyanjing was startled and panicked: "In case..."

"Yeah, if her fortune-telling ability goes further and competes with the sky, then your father and my head will also be paraded down the street."

Huyanshou smiled miserably, his head was muddled.

When the world speaks the first lie, it has to make up for it with countless lies. Now he is trapped in a fire pit and desperately extinguishes it, but the fire is already a prairie prairie.

Huyanjing was stiff and his limbs were cold.

Recently, he has been frantically supplementing the history books of the Eastern Land and Central Plains, and even flipped through the history of the Byzantine Empire in the West. Although Byzantium had vanished into thin air, he had long since surrendered to the Great Barbarian Empire, but there were also many outstanding people there.

He wanted to see where the limits of his own power lie.

Tossing and turning, he was afraid.

No matter how great a person is, compared with the Han slaves in the lonely city, they seem to be ashamed.

Dongtu may have thought that the person in the painting just did a decent thing. If he really knew what Hannu had endured along the way, he was afraid that the entire Divine Continent would be shaken.

"Before the end of the road, the Central Plains do not know, the Empire does not know, the old man will do whatever it takes to eradicate Gu Changan, and then create a trace that this person has never existed."

Huyanshou muttered to himself, his expression was unprecedentedly fierce!

...

"Sprouting."

"Are you sprouting good?"

The red-robed man with disheveled hair was holding a peach branch, he really wanted to see the bright red peach petals again, but no matter what, it just didn't sprout.

Gu Changan can only pray, even if he can only pray to the gods now, stop hurting the relatives in the city.

Why can't the plague stop?

Why does the gust of wind blow the smell of blood and bring the smell of rancidity, as if the disaster that the lonely city has endured is not enough.

He didn't know that there were hundreds of thousands of corpses piled up five hundred miles away, all he knew was that the sky was always scarlet, and the sky and the earth were still filled with aura that drove him crazy.

The so-called cultivation in the new world is probably based on the power of heaven and earth. He didn't know it was evil, but he only knew that cultivating it could become stronger.

Gu Changan refined it.

He was afraid that the Buddhist shrine was far from enough for a gas scrubber, so he chose to refine it himself, so as not to affect those who are weak relatives.

"I'm really going crazy." Gu Changan moved his lips.

He can clearly feel his chaotic thoughts, and those qi mechanisms make him continue to go crazy.

When one day he doesn't know that he is crazy, he will be a complete lunatic.

A long time ago, how long? When he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, he looked forward to the emergence of a savior in the Central Plains to save this suffering territory.

At that time, he should be full of vigor, standing at the head of the city like a god of war, and accepting the worship of the Chinese nation.

The so-called juvenile spirit should be like this.

But now he is numb, and he no longer believes that someone can come and take over the torch he held high.

But there is still a glimmer of hope deep in the soul, what if there is?

How sad it would be if he was crazy and couldn't tell whether the person who came was a barbarian or his hometown.

"If you're not a lunatic, how can you defend this city?"

Gu Changan smiled and continued to refine the qi machine of heaven and earth.