Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

On May 19, Xiaoman is one of the twenty-four solar terms.

It seems that people in the world are very taboo about perfection. In the solar terms, there are small summer heat, small cold and big cold, and there is only one lack of big fullness.

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On this day of Xiaoman, the Central Plains coalition forces were connected end to end, drums and horns heard each other, and the banners and banners stretched for two hundred miles, slowly approaching the isolated city of thousands of miles.

getting closer.

Close enough to see a three-foot flagpole stacked with snow.

The outline of the lonely city gradually came into view.

The millions of heroes were as silent as death, and the heavy breathing sounded one after another.

When you look up, you can see the Tang flag that has long been sealed in history. This kind of impact is more intense and shocking than any propaganda!

It is this banner that has stood for 64 years, which has brought back the courage of the desperate people in the Central Plains.

It was this blood flag that allowed the Chinese nation to defeat the arrogant barbarians on the frontal battlefield.

But the flag bearer fell.

never to be seen again.

The solemn atmosphere lasted for a long, long time, until the cloud car came out with a hoarse order, followed by layer by layer, and spread to the army of millions:

"Welcome the remains of the martyrs home!"

The queue went to the lonely city in an orderly manner, and everyone had a deep expression.

In fact, many soldiers from poor families do not understand what is meant by the sense of historical weight, but when the soles of their feet step on the uneven bones of the severed limbs, they deeply feel a sense of powerlessness and desolation.

As long as you have been on the battlefield, you know that the corpse will be infected with the plague. Is it the Anxi guard who is unwilling to burn it?

In the end, I was alone, and the savage dogs all over the desert couldn't finish burning it!

The time seems to be very long, the world is getting quieter and quieter, only the muffled footsteps are left.

The golden figure in the forefront slowly stopped, and the Empress stared at the blood flag near Chi Chi for a while.

She had practiced the movement of pulling the flag many times, but now that it finally came, Li Wan found that her fingers were trembling slightly.

Under everyone's attention, the Empress of the Tang Dynasty finally held the flagpole, shook her wrist, and the flag lifted off the ground and flew in the snow.

At this moment, the mission of the Anxi Army was completed.

"Sixty-four years ago, Emperor Suzong Li Heng handed over this flag to the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army, and told them to defend the frontiers against the enemy."

"Today, they will return the flag to me!"

The solemn voice resounded, and the Empress walked into the territory first, as if walking into another world.

Outside, the setting sun was buried in the horizon, and the yellow sand covered the sky; the territory was covered with white snow, and the snow flakes were covered in layers, swaying and falling on Li Wan's hair, between his eyebrows.

She stared at the bloody city walls. No bricks were intact. The heavy snow could not wash away the blood that had accumulated for decades. The city gates were scarlet and rough, the color of death.

Looking at it, the line of sight gradually blurred, and a teardrop fell without warning.

The moment I heard the news of the death, I felt more guilt than sadness.

You can see with your own eyes the crumbling blood sword leaning on the railing, the city head where no one is patrolling, the birds chirping in the place that originally belonged to Gu Changan in order to avoid the snow——

Dizzy, she stopped and slowly squatted down, feeling an unprecedented grief.

The Central Plains will never lose Gu Changan.

"That peach branch should have been planted by Chang'an before he died, so why can't it grow tall?"

Liu Shang muttered to himself in the queue, his eyes leaped over the withered peach branches, and landed on the observation platform of the watchtower.

"Alas..." Zhe Lansu sighed deeply. He was most afraid of the figure at the head of the city. During the day, he slaughtered 10,000 troops, and at night he dragged his wounded body to patrol the isolated city, day and night.

But the man was not there, he died a month ago.

Probably sacrificed outside the lonely city, the majestic energy of the flesh died out and turned into a never-ending snow phenomenon.

thump--

The scene where the old man knelt down was out of place. He was the emperor of Northern Liang, and he was the commander-in-chief of the millions of coalition forces.

But Xu Ting knelt down to atone for his sins in such a large audience, a decision that defied public opinion and extinguished the brightest light of the Chinese nation.

More than him, hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers are burdened with heavy spiritual shackles, which is a debt that can never be repaid.

The gust of wind roared, and the black wave of Wuyang slowly approached the lonely city.

The whole picture of the city head is completely clear, the bone slag and rotten flesh are deeply embedded in the cracks of the bricks, and the thick walls are brushed with blood, which is so frightening that thousands of soldiers dare not look at it.

The towering lonely city is the backbone of Anxi's heroic soul!

The flag that will not fall for 64 years is Gu Changan's character!

The muddy blood is the spirit of the Central Plains nation's struggle in despair!

The lonely city awakened the timid people in the Central Plains. Just like the swordsmiths in the Spring and Autumn Period, Gu Changan spent his whole life forging that sharp sword to defend the national glory!

"Don't forget the shame, remember the martyrs!"

I don't know who was angry and shouted. Hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers spontaneously waved their arms to pay tribute, roaring and screaming while holding back their tears.

Only after experiencing the war and walking through the desert of thousands of miles in person, can we feel the greatness and tragicness of the Anxi Army sticking to the lonely city.

Persevering in the dark and desperate situation until now, is completely using will to create miracles, and using faith to fight barbarians.

Anxi's heroic soul deserves the highest respect!

The roar that shook the sky faintly shook the lonely city, and two figures, an old man and a young man, slowly approached the city head.

The old man had a broken arm and a crippled leg. He was small and dry. He was wearing a rough blue shirt, and his face was shriveled.

Xiao Luoyang looked at the boundless army, tears shed unconsciously from the corners of his eyes, he raised his sleeves and wiped it, the more he wiped the more tears.

But he didn't have the excitement he imagined, and all his expectations were worn away at the moment when Brother Chang'an died.

The empress at the front moved her lips and choked: "It's too late."

Carpenter Qin didn't say anything, no matter how shallow his knowledge was, he should know to bow down and salute to see His Majesty, but he couldn't let it go.

Anxi Army is never afraid of death, or even worthless death, but when a lie hammers the night, no matter how beautiful the dawn is, it will be incomplete.

"It's very late, but it's a pity that Chang'an is dead." Qin Carpenter's voice was hoarse and hoarse. He was not nervous in the face of the barbarian army, and had no reason to show his cowardice to the Central Plains army.

"I'm sorry." The Empress' expression was pale, and the intense pain was like the whole heart was crushed into powder by a big hand.

"When a person dies, it's superfluous to say anything, remember it or forget it..."

Qin Carpenter paused as he spoke, and saw Liu Shang, who was as thin as a firewood, with a long-lost smile on his face:

"Go home."

All the sounds were silent, and the million heroes stood silently, letting the wind and snow scratch their cheeks.

Liu Shang left the team, walked into the city gate silently, gently pushed it open, and the young and old walked down the city gate to greet him.

The former weak scholar suddenly hugged his head, bit his fist to suppress his whimper, and his body twitched violently.

Back in the lonely city, the unbearable three years of memories flooded in like a flood. He experienced countless humiliation and despair, and only at home can he vent without burden.

Xiao Luoyang ran over and tried to stop him.

"It's not easy for him to cry enough." Carpenter Qin sighed, raised his hand and patted Liu Shang's shoulder, "You are also an Anxi hero, and we are proud of you."

"Brother Chang'an is in the dormitory, go and persuade him." After all, the child couldn't hide the secret, Xiao Luoyang begged with tears.

Liu Shang's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at Xiao Luoyang in shock.

"Chang'an said that he was afraid of Zhongyuan's guilt, and he didn't want to scare them, so..."

Qin Carpenter said half of the words, and the thin figure rushed towards the city wall a mile away to live in a frenzy, barely breathing, he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

The gloomy black mist quietly leaned against the wall, and could vaguely see white hair and white robes, as well as a clean smiling face.

"Chang'an!" Liu Shang burst into tears.

Is it a legendary soul?

He wasn't horrified or happy, just felt a colicky heartache.

"It's just this ghost look." Gu Changan smiled, "I am also very sad."

After speaking, he glanced at Liu Shang and whispered softly:

"Suffering."

Liu Shang looked at him with red eyes, and some things were hidden in great grievances, but he felt that the words were not worth mentioning, so he pretended to be free and easy to say:

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost."

"I know it's bad." Gu Changan saw his missing tongue and three amputated fingers.

Liu Shang's lips trembled, he turned his head, and squeezed out a smile:

"The journey has been very smooth, I just miss you very much."

The black mist gradually dissipated, not wanting to transmit Yin Qi, Gu Changan's voice was very erratic:

"The way I am now, I won't scare them, and I don't want to make Zhongyuan feel guilty. Arrange to take back the remains of the grandfathers."

"Chang'an!"

Liu Shang wanted to grab his arm, but he was in vain, and said with a rare anger:

"Who would be afraid of you? You went through so much suffering just to hide in the dark?"

Gu Changan was silent, only he himself knew the confusion and incomprehension in his eyes.

"Chang'an, we swore at the beginning that I would bring the army from the Central Plains to the lonely city, and you stand at the head of the city and raise the flag, how can you breach the contract!"

"What did the grandfathers say before they died? No one cared about us before we died. After death, we must be beautiful. You are not complete without the Eighth Regiment of Anxi!"

Liu Shang's emotions were extremely intense, his voice was a hysterical cry, and the part of his abdomen where the voice was twitching kept twitching.

Chang'an should never leave the lonely city.

It scared him.

Gu Changan was speechless, the last wish of the old guard of the city shook his mind, "Let's go."

...

There was a long silence outside the city.

The snow never ends.

The soldier's heart became heavy and cold.

Falling on the eve of victory is always the most desperate thing in the world.

He has endured endless hardships and marched forward in the dark night holding a torch. It was the Central Plains who stole the torch and pushed him into the abyss of death!

Standing where the heroes stand, but never have the chance to say thank you.

suddenly.

"winter!"

"Dongdong!"

"Dongdongdong-"

The low lizard drum sounded suddenly, hurriedly and bravely, like a war drum beating wildly!

The voice was so abrupt that the general was at a loss and stared at Gucheng.

The speed of the beat is getting faster and faster, and the mountains and tsunamis are gradually roaring, and the calm outside the city is completely torn apart by the sound of drums!

As night fell, the sound stopped abruptly.

"More than 20,000 times..." Some practitioners muttered in a low voice, which represented the heroic soul of Anxi who died for the country.

Who is beating the drums?

He raised his head to look, Tong Kong tightened, his nose was sour, and his eyes were hazy with tears.

After a long time, he found that the moment of freezing in front of him was forever imprinted in the depths of his soul.

Everything in the world is frozen.

Snowflakes fluttered on unbelievable faces.

Millions of generals suffered cardiac arrest, and the fog shadow floating on the city head was so striking and shocking.

A man who dares to open the sky in the face of suffering.

He is back.

No, he never left!

Transforming the hero's soul, Zhenshanhe!

At this moment, not only ordinary soldiers, but also emperors like Li Wan and Xu Ting felt that a flame was burning in their hearts.

I was so excited that my whole body was shaking, and I was so moved that my eyes were full of tears.

For the rest of his life, the scene of Soul Shadow stepping on the city head will reverberate in his mind.

No one was horrified, and no one was frightened.

not a single one!

Even the girl who was in charge of transporting food was full of tears at the moment. She would have nightmares for half a decade when she met a snake in the woods at night, but she was only excited when she saw the legendary ghost.

How can a person who has spent his life trying his best to protect the people of the Central Plains fear him, and how can he be afraid of him?

Even if he is lying in a palm-sized urn, even if he turns into a ghost who chooses people to devour, he will always be the giant of the Chinese nation!

In the almost suffocating silence, the sixty-four-year-overdue return to life sounded from the top of the city.

Gu Changan looked around at Wuyang's million-strong heroic division, facing the wind and snow, and said loudly:

"All the Anxi Army Eighth Regiment report."

"Not humiliating the mission, not losing an inch of land."

It's like inadvertently hitting a bass string in a silent night.

The sound of the qin is like a waterfall torrent, like a roaring filial beast, like a stormy storm!

Whether they are generals or practitioners, they are trying their best to suppress their voices at this historic moment.

Silence is powerful, Zhongyuan Xiongshi did not say a word, they used silence to express a monstrous power.

It can destroy the world and shake the universe, and it can shake the universe into the sky!

When the ghost sticks to the territory, when that sentence spreads all over the world, it has surpassed any spiritual inspiration, and it is the most unparalleled moving in the world!

Everyone was suppressed, the Empress trembled and her eyebrows were hesitant, but she never dared to meet Gu Changan's eyes, the boundless pain made her breathless.

For a long time.

The Empress finally inspired her courage, she clearly saw the clean and handsome face in the dark mist, and the clear smiling face that had gone through a lifetime of hardships.

"I'll say this on behalf of the common people, Li Shu..."

Li Wan was silent for a long time, and choked out:

"It's been hard work for you all these years."

The queen's cry followed the bleak wind and snow, and completely infected millions of generals outside the silent city.

"Defending the enemy on the frontiers is where the mission is. How hard is it to talk about it?" Gu Changan was actually expressionless, but he still knew that he was suddenly and very painful at this time, like a child who had been away from home for a long time and finally found a real home.

"It's just... it's just that this journey is really difficult."

Countless generals and soldiers could no longer control their emotions, bowing their heads and clenching their teeth and sobbing.

Having suffered countless injuries and shed countless blood, he has spent lonely days and nights alone, facing a mighty barbarian dog, and wandering in the dark alone.

Their seven years were carefree, and his seven was killing the enemy with a sword.

The duty of duty turned him from a man to a lunatic, and from a lunatic to a ghost.

So many sufferings of despair and tears, he said only two light words——

hard.

"I'm sorry, I killed you." Xu Ting's eyes flashed with tears, and his voice trembled slightly.

Gu Changan felt the military force in the Central Plains, and looked at the young people who were desperate for the survival of the nation, and his emotions gradually became complicated.

"It's not a pity to die, I only hope that the Central Plains will expel the barbarians and restore the glory of the nation."

"I hope you will come and tell me proudly - today's prosperity is as you wish."

"Knowing that it is impossible, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Momo slightly, and then said with a smile in a reassuring voice:

"Don't feel guilty, if I was conscious at the time, I would also kill the barbarians in the rear."

"If you go back to 64 years ago with your memory, the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army will still step into the Western Regions to defend the Central Plains."

"It was our responsibility and never regretted it."

After he finished speaking, he also realized that his Yin Qi was spreading wildly, so he said softly:

"Go into the city."

The soul shadow disappeared at the top of the city, but the millions of generals still stood there, and a violent shock was set off in their hearts, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

In their imaginations, Gu Changan should be the proudest figure in the world, one who is sharp-edged and dazzling like the sun.

But he speaks very ordinary, just like countless friends around him, the more he pretends to be ordinary, the more sadness it brings.

He just doesn't want us to be burdened, he doesn't want us to feel guilty, his only wish is the prosperity of the Central Plains.

The night was already deep, and the team began to slowly enter the city. Everyone's faces were tense, but a high-pitched roar burst out from the depths of their hearts.

When the ghosts stand at the top of the city, they already believe how tenacious the willpower of the nation they have inherited for thousands of years!

They believe that no matter how collapsed the situation is, they cannot shake their belief in the rise of the nation!

Knowing it's a dead end, don't turn your heels!

!

...

Top of the castle.

A light curtain of the lake is suspended on the spiral staircase, and there is a faint thunder and lightning inside, and the wind and rain are mixed.

The light curtain was divided into several pieces, and from one of the light curtains, there was a loud sound like an ancient bell.

Every time it sounded, the face of Queen Tuoba Tian added a bit of grimness, her temples beating with rage, and the child's hole glowed a terrifying purple.

"It exploded!" A sage wizard with a face tattooed talisman bleeds from Qiqiao, staring at the light curtain with strange eyes, and said solemnly:

"Three times better than last time."

Everyone at the altar was breathing heavily, and the atmosphere was as rigid as iron.

three times? !

The empire discovered that the human world was a spherical shape, and it was cut into several plates of land. This was a prediction made by the qi machine of the heavens. It was not a national destiny but a spiritual power.

The last time the lonely city was exposed, the deeds of Anxi veterans and Gu Changan spread all over the mainland of China, and the willpower of the Central Plains experienced a surge.

The disaster brought to the empire was reflected in the battle of the Western Regions.

Although it was a madman who changed the situation on his own, the tenacious battle of the millions of Han slaves in the Central Plains also played a crucial role, otherwise they would not have won the frontal battlefield.

This time, the ghost town has brought a three-fold increase in spiritual level. If the exposure of the isolated city has made the Central Plains sick tiger stand up, now it is time to find prey.

"Are you sure?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked gloomy.

A few old monsters with half-open doors didn't say a word. The degree of shock brought by being a ghost guard is predictable. Even the first time they heard it, they were like a thunderbolt from the blue, and their consciousness was blurred.

"Can you see the next change?" Tuoba Tianxia adjusted his emotions and stared at the wizard for a moment.

After the wizard heard it, he immediately shook his head and vetoed it, and the dark-eyed boy flashed an imperceptible fear.

Tuoba Tianxia is keenly caught.

"Will you lose your life?" She said calmly.

The wizard hesitated for a moment, then murmured: "It will...will backfire and die."

After speaking, it was like falling into an ice cave, and his whole body was piercingly cold.

One after another, the aura like the sea locked him.

"Herades, the crown of glory is reserved for you, and you will be an insurmountable monument in the field of imperial warlocks."

"To dedicate yourself to the great mission of the abyss today, it is a supreme honor!"

There was a calm and irrefutable voice from the spiral staircase.

The wizard named Horades is horrified. He is afraid that his dignified saint is actually a cheap life?

"Impossible!" He turned pale and categorically refused.

After a long silence, the old woman in the wedding dress searched for the memory in her mind, and then pulled the corner of her mouth to reveal a smile:

"If your precious granddaughter knew that her grandfather was a shameless coward of the Empire, she would have committed suicide in humiliation?"

Horades shuddered, staring at the ugly face of the old woman, unable to believe that the other party threatened his most beloved granddaughter.

"And sons and grandsons." The old woman in the wedding dress smiled suddenly and no longer concealed it.

Under the half-opened Heavenly Gate are all ants, and saints are just more precious ants, but in front of the interests of the empire, no matter how precious they are, they can be sacrificed without blinking an eye.

Horades was heartbroken and gave a miserable smile:

"The Supreme Kingdom of God."

He picked up the cross on his chest and prayed silently, and then opened his mouth and spit out a shrine with tiny fingernails, and his energy slowly penetrated into the light curtain.

After a while, his face was distorted due to the pain, and terrifying blue smoke came out of the seven orifices, and Horades's mind exploded. He hysterically said:

"The next skyrocketing seven...seven times."

The secret is fleeting, his lifespan seems to be drained directly, lying upright under the light curtain, and dying.

The altar fell into boundless silence, and everyone was shocked by each other, feeling a strong sense of absurdity.

Seven times?

Simply ridiculous!

"Do you believe it?" Tuoba Tianxia looked directly at the old woman in the wedding dress with a grim face.

The latter paced back and forth, looking at the furious land gods.

Seven times the spirit of fighting spirit?

Is it at the first base burst, or is it tripled and then tripled?

If it's the latter, it's tantamount to shattering the sky!

"Death threat!" A blond and brown-eyed land fairy roared, but the balance in his heart was already tilted, and it was unlikely that Horades would falsify the lives of his descendants.

Or was it caused by Gu Changan?

Even a miracle like condensing the flesh should not cause Dongtu to burst into an unimaginable spiritual will.

The reason why it is so terrifying this time is because the world has no ghosts.

"Don't be affected by false prophecies. There will be no third time for Han slaves. With the suppression of the supreme kingdom of God, the fighting spirit of the East will be disintegrated."

The blond and brown-eyed land fairy was extraordinarily calm, trying to calm people's hearts, the future will always change with the present, even if it is true, as long as the ghost is cut off, it will be solved.

Tuobatian's face was like a piece of rusted iron, and she remembered that today was the Xiaoman season in the Central Plains.

When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows.

She didn't believe that a wild ghost in a lonely city could continue to churn through stormy waves. It had already reached such a miserable point. If the chaos of the empire was even more severe, then she would faintly question the sanctity and irreversibility of the way of heaven.

"You were born with wings, why are you willing to crawl forward all your life, like an ant!"

"Despicable and stupid!

"

Tuoba roared in her heart, and immediately retreated and left the castle. She was waiting for news from the Western Regions. How did Gu Changan choose, whether to stay stationed or go to the Central Plains?

With both options, the Empire must make diametrically opposed contingency measures.

...

Qiuci City.

Walking into the desolate and desolate rammed earth street, the soldiers first set up camp in the city, and at three quarters of the time, they all went to the tomb forest at the foot of the mountain to worship.

There is no greenery in the bare mountains, endless wooden monuments, and solitary ghosts.

"Grandpa and grandma, the Central Plains will pick you up, as well as your descendants and relatives, as well as new comrades in arms."

Gu Changan stood for a long time, until the sound of heavy footsteps got closer, and he smiled and floated into the distance.

The Empress, Xu Ting and other three emperors set up altars to set up altars and set up banners, the ceremony of five grains, and the flesh and blood of cattle and sheep to pay homage to the dead. Hundreds of thousands of generals and soldiers looked solemn.

I thought my tears had dried up the moment I entered the city, but I still felt sadness when I looked at the densely packed old tombs.

As the bells chimed, Chen Zhigu, the prime minister of Beiliang, shook his arms, squirming his lips and chanting the sacrificial text.

There was endless silence, and a hoarse and heavy voice sounded from the grave, with cadence and vibrato.

"Zhongyuan would like to offer sacrifices in front of the spirits of the Anxi Army martyrs-"

"Fu Wen guards the four barbarians, the teachings of the sages, the old and the new, and the provocation at the beginning. The strong man is virtuous, and the sharp edge is in the body.

"Recalling the distant past in the desert, serving the country, lonely in the Western Regions, the city of Qiuci is in danger, what a fear of a benevolent teacher, and an outstanding talent!"

"When Wei Qianyuan came back, he went to Fang Jian, who was fighting the army. After boarding the car, he didn't care. He only took the righteousness and forgot to turn around. sleep!"

"The sun lives in the moon, the wilderness is clear and the sky is clear, the flesh and blood are desperate, and the people of the country are full of thoughts."

"Only if there is no end to the hatred, how can the mountains and seas be flat? How can the loyal soul enter the dream, and the love of the comer."

"Help the chariot to go back together, look at the return mast to greet him, settle down in the mulberry zigzag, and follow the tomb of the same robe."

"Return of the soul, in order to oppose the hometown."

"Return of the soul, Wei Mo is forever hurt..."

Moments after reading, the old man staggered in the tomb forest looking for the tombstone of his deceased father.

Although the unbearable vicissitudes of the past had already gnawed his memory to pieces, what happened that spring was still imprinted in his heart very clearly.

The back of his father left, the old yellow dog barked and chased all the way, the child did not say goodbye, and walked in the opposite direction under the setting sun.

"Father, I'll take you home." With tears in his eyes, Chen Zhigu bowed before a grave.

As early as when the list of Anxi martyrs was announced, their descendants decided to go to the Western Regions to do logistical transportation.

"My grandfather, you are so cruel that you won't come back. My grandma has scolded you for the rest of her life, and she was still thinking about your badness before she died."

A burly warrior leaned on the wooden tablet to toast, and the sobbing sound was inaudible in the wailing tomb.

"But my grandma didn't remarry. She said that her heart has carried a heavy burden, one is you and the other is the child, and no one can take it away."

"She also said how can she let the second man lift her hijab in her life."

"My father also died in battle. I know very little about my father's life. I can't remember the words he taught when he was a child. I just remember the words he said about protecting the family and defending the country."

"Our old Chai family has been a soldier for three generations, and the barbarian dog is not dead, and your great-grandson will also go to the battlefield..."

Gu Chang quietly listened to the crying voices with different accents. In fact, he remembered the names of many old soldiers, and even the appearances appeared in front of him.

"The descendants are very filial, and they are similar to you. Don't often mumble that I'm sorry for the children in the underground in the future."

The Empress stared blankly at the black mist without shadows under the lights, and condensed two words in her mind: loneliness.

The busier the surroundings, the stronger the sense of loneliness. Standing in a crowded place, he seems to be in two separate paintings with his surroundings.

She walked over, and although it was the first time they met, she whispered in the tone of an old friend:

"I'll take you home."

"The court found the Gu family's old house in Chang'an City and renovated it. You can live the life you want."

Gu Changan was speechless.

More and more people came over, including Xu Ting Shangkuo, the master of the academy and the astrologer Li Ping, and their eyes were full of anticipation.

Gu Changan pointed at Wu Yangyang's generals and said calmly:

"There is no me in the world, so I won't return to my homeland to infect yin."

"Seeing them, I know that the nation is still moving upward, all rivers are still rolling east, and the will of Shenzhou will always move forward."

"One day, the flag of the Central Plains will fly in the holy city of the barbarian country."

Li Ping's eyes suddenly turned red, and he choked out:

"Your mission has been completed, we will find a way to help you reshape your body, accept the baptism of Yanmenguan's spiritual energy, practice in the Kyushu Cauldron, incarnate the sword of national fortune, you can try anything."

"Why are you forcing yourself, you have to rest!"

She knew how dark this man had walked, and now that dawn broke, how could he continue to stay in the night.

Gu Changan smiled at her:

"After I die, I can't go back."

If he wants to recast his body and keep killing barbarian dogs, he can, but if he leaves his obsession, his soul will be scattered. He would rather his soul destroy the lonely city than fall outside.

Besides, I have been in the city all my life, what can I do when I go out.

"After I die, I can't go back."

Hearing this sentence, Li Ping was stuck in his throat, swallowing countless words he wanted to say, leaving only a suppressed suffocation.

Come early or don't come to the Western Regions, he can have countless free choices, but it is the Central Plains that interrupted his way home.

Everyone's faces were tense, and Ping Dan's words directly hit their hearts, and their souls actually ached.

"I'd like to stay in the lonely city and follow the hero's command!" One of the generals was so excited that the veins on both sides of his temples rose.

"Someone is not going back!"

"Swear to live and die with the territory!

"

"If you die in battle, the remains can be sent back to the Central Plains, and there will be no regrets in this life."

One by one the generals stepped forward, their voices firm and decisive, without any hesitation.

"Also...and me." Zhe Lansu emerged from the crowd, and when he met Hei Wu's sight, he blushed and said, "Atonement..."

"Are you still alive?" Gu Changan looked at him with a smile.

Zhelansu was instantly ashamed, and his left arm was hanging in the air, not knowing where to put it.

"Thank you for your coffin and your fine wine."

Gu Changan spoke in a calm tone and continued:

"Yumen Pass is the territory you should guard. Behind you are the people of the Central Plains. You cannot let the barbarians defile the territory of Shenzhou."

"There is nothing in troubled times that can compare to protecting the common people and the people."

After a short pause, he pointed to the mourning grave and said softly:

"I sent them away with my own hands, and I don't want to see my comrades in arms fall by my side."

After a while of silence, the faces of the generals who were eager to try gradually darkened, the light in their eyes disappeared, and they turned to sadness.

Don't they know that, they just want to do something within their power, so that this man who stands above the ground is no longer a single soldier.

Because they don't know when this ray of soul will disappear, they want to accompany them, and they are afraid that the hero will be lost alone in the lonely city.

"Fairy Wood"

"Changan, Changan, what are you talking about?!"

Several elderly grandmothers came over after hearing the news, their silver temples were scattered, and they roared hysterically:

"If you don't go, what do we old bones give back!"

"Without me, who would knit for you and cook for you?"

"It's almost autumn, it's very cold at night, you don't have thick clothes, what should you do if it's freezing?"

Their hoarse voices are already pleading and low-pitched. Only by watching Changan grow up and how Changan has become a hero in the Central Plains can they understand the child's suffering.

Gu Changan still responded with a smile:

"I'm a ghost, I don't need to eat or wear anymore."

Li Wan turned her head away, tears still falling, she tried her best to contain her emotions, but she lost control completely because of one sentence.

"You fart! You're still in Chang'an. Anyway, if you don't leave, I won't leave either. My old man will accompany you every day to talk to you." Mrs. Xu burst into tears and put on a tough tone.

"Chang'an, the old man also stayed. He stayed for almost 65 years, and he was reluctant to build a brick and a wood."

Carpenter Qin's expression was cold and hard, but Liu Shang, who was following behind, was already in tears. He knew that no one could change Chang'an's thoughts.

In the past, when Mrs. Guo was still alive, she persuaded Chang'an to surrender all day long, but Chang'an still patrolled the city day and night, to this day, without interruption.

"The old man has no queen, you help me die!" Qin Carpenter's tone couldn't be refuted, but his heart trembled violently.

He was afraid that Chang'an would lose his soul one day, and he wanted to stay by his side. At least he could build a coffin, a pitch-black box, by carpentry.

"Brother Chang'an, I'm almost old enough to go to the battlefield."

Xiao Luoyang straightened his body and pursed his chapped lips tightly. The Central Plains without Brother Chang'an would not be the Central Plains in his dreams.

Gu Changan was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered:

"What are we fighting for? For their children to be able to read aloud in private schools, and for you old people to spend a peaceful old age!"

"The mission is completed, do you still have to die one by one? Do you think sixty-four years is not enough?"

"Any of you are not my burden? As long as there is one person left, I must leave a concern, because I want to torture me endlessly!"

"enough!

"

The gloomy voice became more and more high-pitched, and he walked up to Liu Shang and looked at the seven urns in his arms.

"Your parents, and your grandparents." Liu Shang showed a long-lost smile.

Gu Changan nodded, wanted to pat him on the shoulder but was afraid that Yin Qi would invade his body, he retracted his virtual sign language and said earnestly:

"In the future, give pointers to the temple and go to the pavilion."

"No..." Liu Shang smiled with tears in his eyes, and said firmly:

"I'm going to join the army."

"If the world is peaceful and happy, I really want to go fishing and ploughing, and wandering the rivers and lakes, but in a time of collapse and chaos, and the abyss is on the side, I should die."

"Alright." Gu Changan didn't persuade him any more, his eyes shifted to the urn, and he whispered:

"I'm sorry, the unfilial son is about to cut off his sons and grandsons."

"I only have one request for the Central Plains, to sweep the tomb for me on Qingming Festival, and put a March peach blossom in front of my mother's tomb. I remember she likes it too."

After speaking, ignoring the painful eyes of the relatives in Gucheng, he left.

But as he walked, the black mist stopped and looked at the face that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar, showing the bright smile that should be when saying goodbye:

"If I don't see you again, I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night."

Float away.

Qin carpenter slumped to the ground, his eyes were empty, and he muttered:

"We all have a beginning and an end, what about you... how about you, how about you?"

...

The dark room has not been lived in since he was seven years old, but the place is clean and free of dust. Grandma Xu cleans it every day, but it has been eighteen years since he last slept in the room.

"Finally, there is no need to guard the city."

"Nice dream."

Gu Changan lay sideways on the bed, smelling the smell of gravel, the phantom gradually began to twitch, whimpering in the dark night.

How could he not even shed tears, but it was clearly painful to death.

"Good dream, good dream..." Gu Changan wailed mournfully, like an abandoned little beast, his body trembled so badly that he couldn't stop.

Why is it me!

I also want to go to the Central Plains, but my soul is scattered in the Central Plains, apart from inflicting pain on the common people, what else can I bring?

I can only curl up in the corner and accept the fact that my soul is destroyed on an ordinary day when no one is paying attention.

Grandpa Qin, Grandma Xu, who are not relatives who get along with each other day and night, I have been saying goodbye since I was a child, saying goodbye to each relative, until now I send the last one away.

I have traveled the way I should go, and I have kept the soil that I should keep.

A lonely man guards a lonely city, and this is the end.

I want to live for myself.

...

outside the city.

The Nine Saints and all the enlightened people were entrenched in the air, and the majestic Qi machine frantically poured out the withered branches of peach blossoms, forming strange fan-shaped arcs in all directions.

This peach is originally a thing of the Central Plains. It has been baptized by the spiritual energy of Yanmen Pass. At this moment, the Central Plains Qi machine nourishes it vigorously, and the peach petals grow visibly to the naked eye.

The pink peach blossoms are close to one another, filling the entire branch, the trunk is getting thicker and stronger, and the peach petals are like pieces of burning clouds in the night snow.

The face of the Nine Saints was pale, and the qi in his body was exhausted, but no one stopped, until the peach blossoms grew to the height of the tower, until the farthest peach branch stretched twenty miles away, until Ruan Xian fainted...

Look upstairs.

The queen is guarding the city tonight. She stares at a peach tree that looks like a peach garden forest. The white snow is intertwined with its petals. There is nothing more beautiful in the world than this.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, round and bright, emitting a cold light, and Li Wan wanders aimlessly into the distance.

After only two hours, she was already very tired. She didn't know how tormented it was to repeat this action day after day.

Did you sleep well?

You've been laughing all day today, you should be in pain, but no one is qualified to comfort you.

The Empress shook her head, trying to throw something out of her head, but the back figure lingered.

Army tomorrow?

? To unplug.

Are you still at the head of the city at this time tomorrow?

Her eyes flickered, and she became firm again in an instant, and said again.

Pei Jingshu, who was dozing off against the wall behind her, woke up suddenly, staring at His Majesty with a look of astonishment.

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