One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 139 State Funeral
As soon as the venerable Xuanji Pavilion left, the situation of the Beitang people immediately became dangerous.

People from all walks of life who came to Anxi one after another looked at them with unfriendly eyes.

Song Yun is dead, but the elites of all countries have been slaughtered, and the blame will always be attributed to Bei Tang.

Fortunately, the two veterans reacted in time, and quickly left Anxi with Gao Hanqing, riding fast horses and galloping all the way.

Experts from all over the world wanted to restrain the corpses of the elite soldiers, but when they saw how fast they were running, they snorted coldly and did not catch up.

Anyway, Beitang now has no venerable, and sooner or later it will end up being divided.

On the desert, Gao Hanqing looked back at Anxi from time to time, still unable to accept the cruel reality, "Is brother Song really dead? Why can't I find any trace? Will he leave?"

The two veterans shook their heads and said, "Such a terrifying sky thunder is comparable to the thunder punishment King Jing faced back then. It's not surprising that people were blown away."

Gao Hanqing was still a little reconciled: "I remember that Brother Song's bronze sword is a treasure of heaven, will even the sword be blasted into ashes?"

The two old soldiers didn't know about this situation, so they pondered for a while before saying: "The Emperor Xuan's Seal was a treasure of the highest grade in the sky, but it was smashed to pieces by a thunderbolt, and the bronze sword of the Song Dynasty must not be the highest grade in the sky. Naturally, it was inevitable."

This makes sense. Gao Hanqing was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "What about outside the city? We only searched inside Anxi City. What if Brother Song falls outside?"

Lou Chengde sighed, "At that time, there were so many masters around the city of Anxi, and there were not even a few venerables. We will find out, right?"

Di Hanqing said slowly: "What if we miss it? The movement of the thunderstorm is so small, and even if a person falls, His Holiness may not be able to notice it."

"Sigh." Liu Shiren shook his head and said, "You will send cavalry to search under the desert, but he would have too little hope."

"Xiaojia's heart is vague. In the face of such a terrifying punishment from heaven, it is difficult for the Venerable to survive. What's more, Shen Taizhuang has fought fiercely with eleven weak people. How can he still be in a state of incompetence?"

Lou Chengde patted his one-armed shoulder for many years: "Cultivate hard, inheriting Shen Taezhuang's mantle is what he should do."

Di Hanqing continued to speak, but remained silent all the way until she returned to Hexi.

Although Big Brother Song wanted to sprint to Shen Tai, but faced with such an important battle, he didn't have the heart to retreat, and has been waiting outside the government office for a few people to return.

Before learning about Beitang's situation, I let out a long sigh of regret, arranged for Anxi's funeral, and then ended the retreat.

With Anxi's death, the Sihuo Yanlong's situation is clear, and now the situation of Wusheng is wonderful, and it is necessary to have a new venerable to sit in charge.

Before Zhang Xianke heard the news, he stood towards the west, bowed his head in silent mourning for a while, and then ended his retreat.

The next day, Wu Shengxin's civil and military officials gathered in the temporary capital—Suzhou, Hexi Road.

The day-to-day disputes retreated under the court.

There is nothing controversial about holding a state funeral for Anxi.

But how to deal with the isolated city of Beitang has become a small problem.

No one proposed to give up. With Shentai's national strength, it is difficult to defend the homeland. It is too difficult to take care of the desert hundreds of miles away.

When Shen Tai controlled a city by himself, he naturally worried about others, but now if he sends troops to garrison, supplies and danger are minor problems.

Moreover, the city walls of the Northern Tang Dynasty were damaged every day in the thunderstorms, and a small amount of financial and material resources would be spent on repairs. The support of Wu Sheng's family was enough.

Therefore, many people are abandoning Beitang day by day.

Sitting under the throne, Li Tianyang recalled the time he spent in the Northern Tang Dynasty, and felt a little unacceptable for a while, and asked the officials:

"The city that Huangfuyan guarded with his life, they abandon it as soon as they say it, where is their conscience?"

Whether he has been trained by the royal family for many years, he is purely from a mountain village, and still retains a few simple concepts.

However, governing the country is not about conscience.

Before some discussion, the courtiers basically unified their opinions.

Although the abandonment of the city is very good-looking, but the Northern Tang Dynasty with or without Anxi is an abandoned city, and Wu Sheng has to protect it.

At the very beginning, the two veterans made a difficult decision: "Welcome Huang Fuyan to return to the homeland in clothes and clothes, and at the same time move back to the remains of the heroes in Beiting, and then go to the Northern Tang Dynasty to garrison troops."

Although there is no public declaration of abandoning the Northern Tang Dynasty, but the re-garrison is a vocal statement.

With the end of the former court preparations for the state funeral.

After that, Anxi planned to hold a state funeral for the veterans of Beiting, completely naming them as heroes, but he was still ready, so he encountered that catastrophe.

Today, the new and old are buried together.

Wu Sheng sent thousands of civilian husbands into the Northern Tang Dynasty to move back the remains of the old soldiers.

They also found a Gebu white robe that Anxi had worn out, put it in a refined coffin, and transported it back to Suzhou from the Northern Tang Dynasty together with the remains of the old soldiers.

The common people of Wusheng Qidao have very little contact with Anxi, but they have all heard the nickname of the respected old man——

Siege the Northern Tang alone, defeat the Jing army twice, eliminate the rebellion, restore the orthodoxy, and fight against the weak from all over the world with his own strength. In just one year, he almost defeated all opponents in the sky.

Compared with the disintegration and displacement of the people in the southern part of the Tang Dynasty, Wusheng Qidao was more devastated by the war, and a small number of people can live an abnormal life, all thanks to Anxi.

When such a venerable died young, some people sighed regretfully, and the two sides of the road to welcome back the clothes were full of people who voluntarily sent the funeral.

Clothes enter Suzhou, and the northwest is completely plain.

Amidst the sound of mourning and music, coffins were buried outside the newly built hero cemetery in Suzhou...

In the south of Hedong Road, among the mountains, a Yanlong hovered in the air, looking nearby, he couldn't help but sigh:
"It was the king who lost Beiting."

After all, he soared into the sky and came to the junction of Hedong Road and Liao Kingdom.

At this time, a group of thousands of Liao wolf cavalry was quietly crossing the border, planning to attack Hedong Road.

The eyes of the four flame dragons showed killing intent, and Pang Xiao's body quickly landed, approaching the ground.

With a swing of the dragon's tail, dozens of cavalry were rolled up, and even the men and horses were burned to fly ash.

The generals leading the team were dumbfounded, "Four, four fire dragons!"

I suddenly had the will to fight, turned around and ran.

The Sihuo Yanlong slaughtered them, but they killed them all. They deliberately let a few people go back to report the news, and then flew back to the depths of the royal tomb.

Very slowly, the lower levels of the Liao Kingdom got amazing information——

The Four Fire Flame Dragon is still alive!

The paper bag is for fire, and the news gradually spread throughout the sky.

Frightened, Xiaojia stopped thinking about a question:
If Shen Tai is the reincarnation of King Tang Jing, then the main body of the soul was struck to death by lightning, why is a clone still alive?

Could it be that Anxi is the reincarnation of King Tang Jing?

Or, Anxi did not die?
Thinking of that, the lower levels of various countries shivered.

Even if they are as weak as a few venerables, there is a layer of haze in their hearts.

After all, to die is to see a corpse, and no one is worried about what to do.

The fear of all parties is that they dare to act recklessly, so Wu Sheng spent his most difficult few months.

Subsequently, Zhang Xianke and Song Dage were promoted to Shentai one after another.

That has confused many weaklings.

There are also many low-handed masters at the peak of the master, but to be promoted to Song Yun, the lack of opportunities, qualifications, and resources is a must.

The conditions are harsh, it's not that difficult, and it's two underdogs from the same country who are "partnered" to be promoted.

Is it fake?Is Wu Sheng bluffing?

Nowadays, there is only one venerable left in other countries, and the Martial Saint is under pressure. Zhang Xianke and Brother Song have nothing to be afraid of. Faced with doubts from all parties, they simply announced the answer——

Anxi used the secret method after the last battle, took out two balls of essence and blood, and helped the seven of us advance to Song Yun!

Before the announcement of the statement, the lower levels of all countries were in consternation.

"It's just relying on one's own strength to forcibly support a country." Xu Shaoren couldn't help but sigh.

There is nothing to say, I can only hate whether there are calves like Anxi in this country.

(End of this chapter)