One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 20
Changan.

In the imperial study room, the green gauze on the window lattice swayed in the wind.

Standing in front of the window, the empress dressed in a phoenix skirt stretched to the floor, her glamorous face was full of confusion.

She had never seen the man in the portrait, and all the civil and military officials in the Golden Palace were also at a loss.

"Your Majesty, maybe the screen warlock made a mistake in his prediction." Pei Jingshu glanced at the portrait on the case.

"Will she?" The empress looked sideways.

Pei Jingshu immediately rejected the idea of ​​doubt.

Li Ping has been the most talented astrologer in Shenzhou since his aura recovered, and his ancestor was Li Chunfeng who was regarded as the national teacher by Emperor Taizong.

"Who are you? Where are you? What have you done?" After three questions in a row, the empress moved her red lips slightly, her eyes dazed.

Pei Jingshu was silent.

At the moment when she received the news, she saw His Majesty's long-lost smile for the first time, as if the rays of light dispelled the haze that had lasted for many years.

The Anshi Rebellion has been going on for decades, and the fortune of the Tang Dynasty has only plummeted. This is the only time it has risen.

"Preach the decree, search within the territory, and go down to every village." The empress's voice was clear and clear.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes determined:

"If it's a hermit, I would like to follow Liu Bei's example and visit the thatched cottage three times, and invite him with sincere etiquette."

"If you don't want to be loyal to Li Tang, I can draft an edict and send him to a stage where he is willing to show his talent."

"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu frowned.

The empress's exquisite jade cheeks showed no emotional fluctuations, and said softly:
"The civilization of the Central Plains is in catastrophe, how can I only care about my family's private plans?"

Pei Jingshu hesitated to speak, and finally said respectfully:

"As ordered."

"Shu'er, I really want to know what he did to awaken the stagnant national fortune."

The empress seemed to be talking to herself, then turned her head and stared at the portrait in a daze.

Pei Jingshu didn't answer. It's hard to say whether this man exists or not, but he did bring a glimmer of hope to the gloomy society of the Tang Dynasty, and also brought a glimmer of spiritual comfort to the exhausted and numb Majesty.

……

In a teahouse in Chang'an, the storyteller Xingmu patted the table.

"It is said that Xue Rengui, the god of war, stood under the flag in white clothes, holding a halberd gun and shouting for the death squads to attack. The brave soldiers of the Tang Dynasty risked their lives, killing the Korean army trembling."

"We descendants of Yan and Huang have never lacked those who risk their lives and forget their deaths. It is these unfortunate people who stand in the front and never retreat."

The whole room was silent.

The ranger jumped up and interrupted impatiently:
"It's a story from hundreds of years ago, I'm tired of hearing it!"

The tea guests nodded one after another, and they didn't intend to reward the storyteller.

What's the use of dwelling on past glories?Wasn't it because he was so oppressed by the barbaric dogs of the foreign race that Xishu lost [-]% of its territory!
The common people just happened to be in troubled times, how unfortunate, what they want to hear are the great heroes of the present age, those passionate feats in the unyielding desperate situation!
The storyteller's expression was embarrassing, and it was difficult to ask for food.

Ranger muffled:
"When will a hero come out, you will talk about it for three days and three nights. With your clever mouth, I will guarantee you a two-bedroom concubine!"

While talking, the sound of horseshoes on the street rumbled, and portraits floated into the shops on the street.

People gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Hey, I heard that he was the one who boosted the fortune of the Tang Dynasty, but the court has searched all over the three prefectures, and there is no such person."

"The thieves are deceiving people, so happy for nothing."

"Storyteller, if there is such a person, I'm afraid you will be so excited that you can't close your mouth from ear to ear."

The tea guests chatted with each other, although there were occasional jokes, their expressions could not hide their disappointment.

……

In the distant Western Regions, the sanctioner's official residence.

Yue Jiuling leaned on a cane, his rough palms were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and his face was wrinkled like ugly tree bark.

In just a few months, she was so old that half of her foot was in the coffin.

The soul has long died in that lonely city, on top of the pile of tens of thousands of corpses.

"Yue sanction, have you decided?" Hu Yanjing, who was busy in the world, had a serious face.

"The inspector will come as soon as he comes, and the deity will intercept him halfway." Yue Jiuling had no expression on his face.

"Kill the imperial envoy?" Hu Yanjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice was stern:

"If you dare to touch an imperial envoy, the Yue clan is treason!"

"Is your father afraid?" Yue Jiuling sneered, his face shrugged like a ferocious ghost.

The old witch is completely crazy... Hu Yanjing stared at her and said in a deep voice:
"Three great masters, 1 fierce soldiers, one of the most powerful weapons of the empire, it is shameful and absurd for Yue to punish you for losing."

When it hit the sore spot, Yue Jiuling's face twisted, and the palm of his crutch trembled violently.

"Make a decision." Hu Yanjing reminded again with a stern face:
"Death to save the Yue clan by yourself for the time being. My father asked the wizard that the large-scale massacre of the people of the empire for no reason will cause evil spirits, and evil spirits can best explain the turmoil in the abyss."

Yue Jiuling trembled all over and roared:
"Massacre, in the words of the Eastern Han slaves, the old man's body is full of bamboo books in the Southern Mountains, and the crimes are endless, and the waves of the Eastern Sea are inexhaustible!"

Hu Yanjing sighed inwardly, what was the so-called old witch who was frightened by the empire compared to what her father had done?

He forcibly controlled his emotions and said unhurriedly:
"In the face of interests, it doesn't matter whether you are cold-blooded or not. It is not an option at all."

"First, the evil spirit caused by the massacre is the reason for the changes in the territory of Qiqianli."

"Second, take the opportunity to eradicate the insiders. You, the Yue clan, are really reluctant to send those thousand cavalry who fled the battlefield to Mobei Zhelansu territory."

"Third, the corpses are piled up on the way to the isolated city. The inspector must be jealous of evil spirits and prevent him from investigating."

The atmosphere was stiff as iron.

Yue Jiuling drooped her heavy eyelids. She agreed with Huyan's cover-up trick, and she didn't care about the lives of those innocent civilians.

But she doesn't want to die! !

Once the massacre of civilians is carried out, her head must be sacrificed.

The empire must be able to swallow the Central Plains of China, achieve the supreme kingdom of God, and rule the entire world!

As a feat through the ages, she actually fell off the cliff halfway up the mountain and was smashed to pieces?
No matter how dull Hu Yanjing was, she could see through the old witch's fear of death.

He could no longer suppress his anger, and scolded him face to face:
"Since ancient times, a defeated general should commit suicide and apologize. If you have an army of [-] against one person, do you still have the face to live?"

"It's for your own good not to uncover the cover. Once the isolated city is exposed, you will be exhumed and thrown away after your death. The Yue family will be nailed to the imperial pillar of humiliation!"

Yue Jiuling looked dull, suddenly dropped his crutches, and fell limp on the ground in silence.

Hahahahaha, how ridiculous.

She would die in front of Zhelan and Huyan, two old dogs.

It would have been great if he hadn't received the letter of commission at the beginning. If he hadn't stopped the fatal blow of the grand master on the battlefield, he should be drinking with Gu Hannu's head now.

"Take care of the Yue family." Her face was ashen.

Hu Yanjing breathed a sigh of relief, and said firmly:

"Please rest assured Yue Sanction!"

The chain of interests is tied up and has to be taken care of.

"I want the Han slaves to be smashed into ten thousand pieces, and I want the Han slaves to go to the [-]th floor of hell!"

Yue Jiuling was almost begging, her voice full of indescribable resentment.

All the sins should not be borne by her, it is the murderer, the Central Plains lunatic! !

Hu Yanshou was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"You take a step first, my father will definitely let the Han slaves vent their anger on you in the underworld."

Only after passing the test of the inspector, will my father arrange the thunderous means of killing the Han slaves, definitely not to send the sanctioners to get deeper and deeper, but in a more cruel way!
"The old man arranges the funeral." Yue Jiuling stood up with difficulty and staggered away.

……

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In Kucha City, nine more tombstones were added to the cemetery.

The old, disabled, women and children all looked sad. They were used to seeing too many deaths, but this time sending away nine terminally ill relatives was so painful.

Infected with plague.

If there were no Buddhist shrines in Chang'an to wash away the plague, all the isolated cities except Chang'an would be dead now.

Seven frail and sickly old women and two children under ten years old still hadn't survived the ordeal, exhausted from the torture.

"We tried our best to burn the corpses, but after burning more than 1 wild dog corpses for three days and three nights, the plague still spread."

"why……"

"Didn't we win? Brother Chang'an obviously won."

A young child was crying, squatting in the cemetery and howling.

"Don't cry." Carpenter Qin hugged the doll with one arm, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

More than 1 wild dogs attacked the city. He didn't collapse, but now he couldn't hold it anymore.

How hopeless.

Obviously won! !

Chang'an fought an unprecedented victory. He created a war miracle in Shenzhou. He killed more than ten thousand wild dogs by himself.

But why should it be like this.

Already worked hard to burn the corpses of wild dogs, why should there be plague.

Why can't the heaven take care of me!
Isn't it necessary to have endless darkness if we can't make us happy after winning a battle?
Carpenter Qin was in tears.

Without Chang'an, he would have been unable to hold on long ago, and the burdens in this city have already had the will to die.

But they can't die, all their relatives are dead, how lonely and sad Chang'an should be.

Chang'an guarded the city with them on their backs, carried the territory of the Central Plains, and carried the spiritual beliefs of Chinese civilization.

But who will save him?

……

In the lonely city thousands of miles away, there was a dead silence.

The scorching sun, the sky is blood red, and the smell of decay and decay is everywhere, like the end of the world.

The man in the red robe with disheveled hair was walking sluggishly, and the world was so quiet that he could listen to his own footsteps.

He is like a clean zombie.

It won't die, and it's not human.

Gu Changan stepped into the abyss, and the lush and bright peach blossom tree was gone, only half a finger-sized branch remained, and no matter how it was raised, it could not grow petals.

"Why do beautiful things leave me?"

Gu Changan's eyes were empty, he wanted to see the blooming peach petals, he hoped that he could enjoy the bright colors all day long in his withered time, but he didn't.

He was finally exhausted.

This is probably God's will, just like that fight, so what if you try your best?

He couldn't even save the lives of his relatives, and he couldn't fight the darkness alone.

"Why is it me? I also want to live like a human being."

Gu Chang'an tore his hair forcefully and shouted hysterically. The pain of his soul was far more terrifying than thousands of scars on his body.

The city imprisoned him, and he tried to escape countless times, but every time he walked out of the city gate, he returned to the watchtower in numbness, repeating his inspections for ten years.

"Living is so tiring..." Gu Changan laughed wildly.

……

The caravan arrived at the seven-thousand-mile border, and almost half of them died on the way due to tongue wound infection.

Liu Shang, who was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, quietly stared at the towering city wall. He was still alive.

Relying on the extraordinary willpower of ordinary people, he walked out of the seven thousand miles of narrow escape.

At the moment, the outside of the city is overcrowded, all businessmen are queuing up, without exception, all of them are dumb.

"Quiet!"

A loud shout.

At the head of the city stood a burly general, he looked around at the miserable ants, smiled and said:

"His Majesty Sanction has decided to hold a cleansing banquet for you all."

There was dead silence in the city, and the mute couldn't speak, but he didn't even wave his arms to answer.

No one can greet someone with a warm face after their tongue is cut off.

"There is also compensation, please don't resent the sanction of the Lord."

There was another voice from the top of the city.

In an instant, countless guys showed flattering smiles, applauding as if their resentment had vanished.

The gates of the city were wide open, and the crowds were crowded. Liu Shang was wrapped up in it, and his heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

He didn't believe that the old witch would be so generous, but this was already a border of seven thousand miles, and the old witch would never dare to kill people recklessly.

Along the way, Liu Shangyuan was more cautious than ordinary people against the overwhelming darkness with his physical body, and would use the greatest malice to speculate on wild dogs.

In half an hour, nearly tens of thousands of businessmen walked to the square in the city. Sure enough, there were endless banquets, and the fragrance wafted for miles.

Everyone rushed to eat like hungry ghosts, but Liu Shang was in the most hidden corner of the square, ducking into the corner, and after observing the surrounding terrain, he fled all the way into the row of toilets.

Liu Shang curled up in the corner of the cramped toilet with a strong stench, and just stayed like this.

For several hours, his body was almost numb and stiff, and he vaguely heard the sound of boots stepping on the sand and stones, gradually approaching.

He looked at the two pedals, and although he probably worried too much, he couldn't afford to gamble!

With his thin body, he squeezed himself into the middle of the planks, and his whole body and head sank into the cesspit without any hesitation on his expression.

The door of the toilet was kicked open, and the person who came came took a look, and then continued kicking down a toilet.

Liu Shang was almost suffocated, with dirty things all over his body, he didn't dare to wriggle at all, and when he was close to drowning, he grabbed the board and climbed up.

Spitting out the stinky stuff in his mouth, Liu Shang firmly pressed against the toilet door, accepting the judgment of fate in fear.

For a full hour and a half, the stench and hunger made him try to open the toilet door and look out. It was raining heavily and blood was flowing on the ground.

Walking towards the square step by step, everything in sight is scarlet, with tens of thousands of corpses lying on tables and chairs.

There was no one in the city, only the sound of Liu Shang's hobbled footsteps, like wandering alone in hell.

He won the bet.

I won! !

The sky was full of torrential rain, Gucheng had never seen such a smooth rain, Liu Shang waved his arms, knelt on the ground and roared.

I fucking won the bet! !

Chang'an, I'm going to travel seven thousand miles, I'm not a coward in a lonely city.

Please be sure to live.

for sure.

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