One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 23 Fulfilling the mission, not losing an inch of land (big chapter!)
Sunset afterglow.

Walking through the desert alone.

It seems that even eagles, vultures and wolves are afraid of this bloody face. The knife is not alone, and there are no traces of birds or birds.

"The rough warrior finally surrenders to the old fox who wields power."

Dao Bugu twitched the corners of his mouth, his breath extremely gloomy.

The so-called grievances have a head and a debtor, and the cause and effect should not be in that lonely city. It is ridiculous that he thinks he despises the world, but he is still bound by the world's interests.

"Shelley, sooner or later, father will kill the old dog Huyan. Today, let Gu Chang'an pay for his life first."

The purple robe walked forward in the sky, the dust was flying like a landslide.

In the far distance, the lone figure of the desert came down from the tower, standing beside the Ershili Land Flag, with the blood sword hanging three feet in front of him.

Gu Chang'an could feel the powerful and continuous energy, he didn't stand still like last time, holding the sword directly pierced the fire in the crook of his arm, and the blood and flames rushed to the blade of the sword.

"Looking up at your spirit, it is indeed unprecedentedly great."

The sound of a bell shattered the dead silence, and the ugly purple-robed monster rushed towards it in an instant, and the energy leaked out to form mirages.

The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, shaded by greenery, and the stream is painted with boats, which is also a scenery that Gu Changan has never seen in his whole life.

Knowing that it was false, he inevitably took a few extra glances.

"Did you kill yourself and die for your country?" Dao Bugu's voice was hoarse, standing nine feet away from the banner.

Although he compromised with the power, it does not mean that he lost the character of the Jianghu people.

Gu Changan is respectable, worthy of respect, and worthy of decency.

But you must pay for your life if you kill your daughter, which is also the justice of the world.

Gu Changan smiled, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice also paused obscurely:

"I want to die, but I'm afraid that if I don't try my best, I'll lose face to see Anxi's heroic soul after death, and I'll always have to fight."

Dao Bugu stared at the gurgling blood flowing from his arms, then looked at the gloomy scarlet abyss, and praised:
"You are terrible."

After speaking, one hand was behind his back, and the other hand was slowly pushed out.

Accompanied by blood, the blood sword cut across the scarlet and black mist of the terrifying sword array, just one sword, and it seemed like thousands of swords were advancing layer by layer.

"The so-called will of the heavens is irreversible, and the order of the Dao cannot be violated. Just like I have been cultivating in the abyss for 25 years, you are afraid that you are not even 25 years old. Why do you dare to draw a sword?"

Dao Bugu opened his mouth unhurriedly, flicked his fingers, and the killing sword energy flying like a phoenix nirvana disappeared in an instant.

He stretched out his palm to break the momentum of the sword, rose to the ground, and lightly held down the bloody wooden sword. Only a few drops of blood dripped from the back of his palm, and the blood didn't penetrate an inch.

Although the blood-red sword was rising up layer by layer like a tide, it was still crushed layer by layer by the nails.

"Dongtu 3000 years, you are the most pathetic person!"

The knife is not alone and shouts angrily.

The Fool of the Central Plains in front of him is a small carp that grew up on land. It has never touched water, and it has gained a few kilograms.

Once you leave the land and go to the lake, you will have to carp to transform into a dragon, occupying the lake to dominate the life and death of big fish and prawns.

May I ask, in the whole world, whose talent can see his back?

"If you go to the new world to receive baptism, you will be invincible in ten years."

"If I were you, pretending to surrender to the empire, it's a pity that you can't even bend down!"

Pushing the sword again, the blood sword snapped. Although the sword was self-made by blood, there was still a clearly visible crack.

He didn't need to talk nonsense, because he could easily see through a person's talent after 25 years of meditation at the altar of the abyss.

This most handsome man in the East has truly invincible aptitude!
Gu Chang'an didn't move at all, he tried his best to stay alive, but the monster on the opposite side could easily make him unable to live.

"You shouldn't be desperate, you have experienced too much darkness that is more desperate than death."

Seeing that he didn't intend to kill himself, Dao Bugu's palm gushed out a majestic aura, the long knife clanged, and cut an invincible knife from the air.

The loess split open, and the wind and waves were cut straight into two wind curtains that repel each other. The man in the red robe sank deep into the loess, and was swept up by the saber energy and flew thirty feet backwards.

Gu Changan's seven orifices were bleeding, he took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen burned like ice, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

The cold and hot air collided wildly in the body, scraping the limbs, bones and even every piece of flesh and blood.

He moved his lips with difficulty, but there was no hatred in his eyes, but a sense of relief.

but.

The conscience of responsibility, and the guilt that followed, like a boulder, plunged his soul into a vortex of pain, from which he could not extricate himself.

"I'm sorry for Anxi's heroic soul, I'm sorry for the people of the Central Plains, I'm sorry for those Han people who were enslaved by the barbarians, I really can't hold it anymore..."

"Maybe I'm sorry for myself, I haven't been really happy even one day."

Gu Changan murmured softly, looking up at the lonely city.

It should be known that when I was young, Ling Yunzhi was once the best in the world, so can I be considered to have achieved first-rate results in my life?
"I don't enter the city, and I don't hurt innocent people."

"Just let these insignificant characters continue to live their usual lives, but they will probably accompany you to hell."

Standing upright with a sword in his hand, his blond hair danced with the wind. After speaking, the wind howled, and waves of terrifying air enveloped the red-robed figure, and he was forced to die again.

He showed a very funny and ugly smile, looked towards the distance filled with wind and sand, and felt the giant shadow of the hunchback.

"The drama of keeping people under the knife is not worthy of praise." The knife is not alone, driving the majestic air, colliding with the invisible palm in the air, the whole loess is overturned, and all the broken limbs buried in the past rolled into the air.

"So it's you!" He looked at the person with cold eyes.

The hunched figure stepped forward, pushed the air machine horizontally with one palm, and let go of the other tightly clenched fist, and two lines of turbid old tears trickled down.

"63 years...63 years." Gao Chaoen's lips trembled.

In the Gobi Desert, where hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses lie, he originally planned to return to Yumen Pass, the vicissitudes of life, and the situation he has grasped for more than 60 years has changed too much.

Sensing the traces left by the raging saber energy, he traveled hundreds of miles by mistake.

When he saw the red flag and the hard-to-distinguish "Tang" character on the flag, this 100-year-old man was overwhelmed for the first time, and rushed towards the isolated city almost hysterically.

He didn't come too late, and he could still see the territory of the Tang Dynasty in the depths of the Western Regions.

Dao Bugu didn't move, maybe he had other plans, so he introduced to the man in the pool of blood:

"Li Tang Gao Chaoen, the eunuch who is the confidant of the empress today, you have no regrets before you die."

Gu Changan's soul, which had fallen sharply, suddenly burst into strength again. He looked up for a long time, forced himself to stand up with his horribly injured body, and walked towards the banner step by step.

Dao Bugu didn't speak.

And Gao Chaoen was in tears, how could he be calm after witnessing this scene.

The blood man walked for a long time and finally came to the side of the flag. He was too weak to hold the flagpole, and his voice was exhausted:
"The Anxi Army has fulfilled its mission. It has not lost an inch of land in 63 years, and the mountains and rivers are safe."

The world is silent.

Gu Chang'an's weak voice fluttered with the wind, and seemed to float into Gao Chaoen's internal organs, causing him to feel severe pain.

In the hinterland of the barbarians, the Anxi army persisted for a full 63 years. In the thousands of miles of desert, a Tang city stood still.

"To live up to the nation, to live up to the Central Plains, and to live up to the emperor's favor."

Gu Chang'an said in a low voice, exhausted all his strength, and then lay down on the banner very freely.

He could finally die in peace.

This moment was the happiest moment in his life.

Finally, he handed over the burden of making him live like a ghost to others, and he was finally able to step into the underworld and fight against the underworld with his relatives.

"You..." Gao Chaoen's voice choked up, waves of grief swallowed him like waves, and he didn't know what to say.

"His name is Gu Chang'an. He grew up eating hundreds of meals. He defended the city and killed the enemy at the age of ten. At the age of 11, he killed five with one sword. At the age of 12, he killed nine with one sword. At the age of 15, he killed a hundred with one sword. At the age of 20, he wiped out three thousand soldiers alone. At the age of 21, one person killed [-] people."

After a short pause, Dao Bugu looked at the dilapidated ancient bloody city, pointed and said:
"Standing there at the age of 22, he faced three great masters alone and a total of [-] imperial soldiers, and he survived."

"It's been decades, do you know what the only glory of the Tang State is? A child in the Western Regions who no one cares about will expand the territory for you!"

"You bastard from the Central Plains, you still have the face to come here!"

The sword is not lonely, and the hatred of killing his daughter aside, he is too in awe of this kind of perseverance in a desperate situation. The so-called Jianghu spirit, in the face of such an indestructible belief, can only be worshipped.

Of course, he must have selfish motives.

Reached a deal with the old dog Huyan, using the location of the abyss as a bargaining chip, and vowed not to reveal the isolated city to the empire, but it does not mean that Dongtu cannot be informed.

After the exposure, the whole family of Huyan will be hacked into pieces, the old dog Huyan hangs his head on the Holy City, nailed to death on the pillar of shame!

Gao Chaoen's body trembled violently, tears filled his eyes, he prostrated himself on the ground, knelt down to thank Anxi's heroic soul, but he didn't even have the courage to look at the bloody child.

In the dark years, I witnessed relatives leave one by one, and finally I was left to stick to the lonely city, changing the battlefield where ordinary people died thousands of times, but they still held high the torch of hope.

The cruelest torture in the world has come to this child, and the most painful despair has enveloped him.

"I'm sorry, I'm late... late." Gao Chaoen's heart was pierced.

In vain he mourned the collapse of the civilization of the Central Plains day and night. In the Western Regions that the Central Plains was almost forgotten, there was a desperate child who was still trying to persevere.

"It's good if you come." Gu Changan didn't mean to be sad, but said softly:
"In the future when the Central Plains recover the Western Regions, if you have time, please fold a branch of peach blossom and send it to my grave."

The knife is not lonely, some things must be done, some people must be killed.

He resolutely extinguished his compassion, and said in a deep voice:
"One person can kill ten thousand. Even a saint can't do it. Who else in the world can do it? The terrific general who should be proud of history has ended up like this."

"If you ask me, the meat eaters in the Central Plains are all beasts! Can you look back on the 23 years of despair in Chang'an if you shed a few tears?"

"Get out of the Western Regions!!"

The long knife is raised, the wind spreads, and the murderous intent is revealed.

Without saying a word, Gao Chaoen slowly got up and stood in the air, with tears still on his face, but his cloudy eyes were extremely firm.

No refund.

"Huh?" Dao Bugu let out a strange rage, and said incredulously:

"You mediocre mediocrity, the Central Plains calls you high escape, how do you have the guts to face me?"

For a moment, Gu Changan swallowed the bitterness in his throat, feeling dizzy.

The invisible vines wrapped around his ankles, and the surrounding darkness pressed down like a wall, with no light at all.

"Why, I have a terrible life!" He couldn't help murmuring, he wanted to embrace freedom, he wanted to be relieved by death, but often the direction of things would make him more painful.

Why not go?
Bring the news back to the Central Plains, let Anxi's heroic soul have no regrets, and let the people of the nation rekindle their fighting spirit, isn't it good?
"When will I need your help!" Gu Chang'an was hysterical, he wanted to draw an end to 63, and he wanted to die without regret.

Gao Chaoen moved his lips, twitched his fingers violently a few times, and suddenly said forcefully:
"Miscellaneous family can't retreat, and don't want to!"

Dao Bugu stared at him, shook his head and laughed:

"Yanmen Pass on the Great Wall, you were defeated by Gongsun Ge of the State of Yan and escaped."

"Chibi of the Yangtze River, you lost to Duke Qin of the Eastern Wu and escaped."

"Bringing the emperor's order to the holy city to rescue the captured general, you were surrounded and suppressed by three enlightened men, and you also escaped with your own skills."

"It's well known that Gao escapes, but he wants to taste the heroism for the first time in the lonely city?"

Gao Chaoen was silent, open and aboveboard, not hiding or avoiding, nodded and said:
"Yes, the miscellaneous family has a lot of bad records."

He looked at the lonely child. This is the torch of the Tang Dynasty and even the Chinese civilization, which cannot be extinguished.

Gao Chaoen shouted angrily:
"But this time, the miscellaneous family will not leave!"

Dao Bugu let out a joyful laugh from the bottom of his heart, raised his finger to Gao Chaoen, and said:
"If you want to run, I can't stop your movement, but you are halfway behind me, do you want to be buried with you?"

"The old thing who relies on the dragon spirit of the Tang Dynasty to survive, really thinks he has the ability to compete against the peak enlightened person in the abyss!"

He suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Gao Fangdang could find this place. Dragon energy and national fortune complement each other, and this territory gave him a feeling in the dark.

"Although the body of the miscellaneous old and disabled is withered, it is still barely usable."

"Facing this city of loneliness and loyalty without face, the only way to toast the heroic soul of Anxi is to kill Yiman."

Gao Chaoen closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing.

"The root is broken, but the spine is not broken." Dao Bugu nodded jokingly, and handed out the knife.

The yellow sand with a radius of hundreds of miles was suddenly lifted up by him with Qi, and it was suspended in the air.

Gao Chaoen pushed out with both hands, not to meet the powerful saber energy, but to face the sky in a gesture of lifting.

"For 50 years, today is the most peaceful day for miscellaneous family members."

Suddenly.

Heaven and earth resonate.

The corner of Dao Bugu's mouth twitched, his bloody face finally showed a trace of fear, and then horror.

The Qi machine rolled like a tide, and the thunder suddenly sounded. After the nine thunders, there were thunder bursts again.

In the desolate and lonely desert, a vision appeared in an instant. Behind Gao Chaoen, it seemed that there was really a Yellow River rushing, the Great Wall was stretching across, and a dragon was entangled.

Dao Bugu lost his soul, crumbling, and spit out two words:
"Sanctified."

……

Changan.

Si Tianjian Jiancheng, wearing a bamboo crown, trotted all the way to the Jinluan Hall, disregarding the etiquette of the court meeting, and said excitedly:

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Gao has become a saint!"

"Saint! A martial arts saint was born in the Tang Dynasty!"

There was no sound in the court hall, falling into a boundless silence, and then all the civil and military officials raised their arms and shouted, so excited that it was difficult to contain themselves.

In the precarious situation of the Central Plains, there is too much need for the rebirth of a martial arts saint. The decadent martial arts of the Tang Dynasty also urgently needs a saint to appear in the world to guide a bright road for martial arts lovers.

On the throne, the empress with a crown on her head had pale cheeks, her fingers tightly clutching the armrest.

Gao Chaoen has no talent for sanctification at all, forcibly knocking on the door of heaven is the road to self-destruction.

……

"How brave!"

Dao Bugu tried his best to restrain his emotional fluctuations, the long sword was constantly surrounded by purple airflow, and there was no need to hide it, his body fluttered out like a bird, and the loess he passed were purple holes.

A castle in the air without a foundation, no matter how gorgeous it is, smash it!

"saint."

Gao Chaoen's seven orifices were bleeding, and the dragon energy and lightning behind him turned into five. He forcibly held Dao Bugu's terrifying knife, and the latter stuck to his eyelids and added a bloody scar.

"God, how dare you take my palm!!"

Gao Chaoen didn't even look at Dao Bugu, and his old scarlet eyes were fixed on the sky.

He no longer regards himself as a eunuch, he is an upright person.

"A stray dog ​​from the Li family dares to yell."

The knife stood up from the ground alone, and his body was about to grab Gao Chaoen and drag him down, but the undispelled dragon energy and lightning still scorched his face.

The peak of the enlightened person is only one step away from the saint, but this short step is as insurmountable as a natural moat.

Only by delaying until the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, is it possible to send the old eunuch to the underworld.

Gu Chang stood quietly beside the banner, watching the fighting skills in the new world, watching the rickety old man roaring at the sky.

"I didn't dare to look forward to it before, but today I firmly believe that one day, the Central Plains will break through the holy city of barbarians. Let's see what kind of demons and monsters the thief God has set up in the abyss!"

"If you want the civilization of the Central Plains to be annihilated in the billowing smoke and dust of history, the will of heaven is not worthy!"

Gao Chaoen yelled ferociously, and the dragon's aura surged in the sky. For the first time in his life, this 100-year-old man, Li Tang's slave who had been cautious all his life, uttered an unscrupulous roar.

"The heavens must take care of the Central Plains?" Dao Bugu rolled on the ground and stood still, trying to delay the prestige of becoming a saint by speaking.

"Are there few natural disasters in the Central Plains for thousands of years?"

"That piece of fertile land was laid down by the ancestors of Huanghuang Qingshi, it was not a gift from the sky. How could it be a gift from the sky?"

"Why did the power of heaven and earth fall on the barbarians! Is it fair?"

The wrinkles on Gao Chaoen's face were visible to the naked eye, and he was getting old like a dandelion in the wind, but he still stood tall.

"It's right to be desperate." Dao Bugu twisted his face, like a dormant wolf waiting to be eaten, holding the knife across the mysterious trace.

"To shut up!"

Gao Chaoen roared, his gaze no longer fixed on the sky.

The so-called saints pull the air of heaven and earth, but God is indifferent, and saints are nothing more than that.

He looked at the red-robed figure with disheveled hair, looked at the blood sword hanging in the air, and said softly:
"Son, let me do my part."

As soon as the words fell, a large cloud of dragon energy and lightning behind him evaporated in an instant, turning into the fastest and most ordinary holy power.

Dao Bugu was terrified and afraid, he didn't dare to take the hand, he just wanted to quickly distance himself from the eunuch Gao, the farther the better.

Running away is shameful, but useful.

is that useful?
He had never set foot in the holy land, let alone the ability of a saint, but Tianling Gai's shattering into powder reminded him, just like what he said to Gu Chang'an.

The will of the sky is irreversible, and the order of the Dao cannot be violated.

The whole person was smashed into the loess, smashing the Tianling cover, shoulder bones, internal organs and meridians with one palm.

Dao Bugu died with hatred.

The vision of heaven and earth disappeared completely, and the rickety old man staggered and staggered forward. After walking a long way, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the lonely city:
"Can I die in it?"

"Please." I am used to seeing too many deaths, but Gu Changan still has an unspeakable sadness.

"Sooner or later, people will die. If they can die within the territory, they will be vigorous and vigorous, and they will not be useless."

The old and the young didn't speak, they walked into the lonely city with each other's support in the wind and sand.

Gao Chaoen boarded the watchtower and walked past every blood-stained brick. They have witnessed 63 years of heroism and the most desperate persistence in Chinese history.

I also witnessed the growth of an indomitable man.

Looking over from the railing, Gao Chaoen seemed to want to stand guard for Gu Changan, but it was difficult for him to stand still, and sighed:
"Son, you are too bitter."

Gu Chang'an smiled, he was laughing at this world where gods and ghosts hate him, maybe he was also laughing at himself.

In fact, he is not lacking in luck, once in a Buddhist shrine, and once he escaped before dying.

But what followed was despair and boundless responsibilities. He had to continue to stay here, looking into the distance day after day.

But his bewildered spirit regained clarity.

At least Anxi's heroic soul has not been forgotten, at least there are people from the Central Plains who will stand outside the city without hesitation, never retreating a step.

Gao Chaoen looked at his smile and said softly:

"The way you smile is like the brightest ray of sunshine in Chang'an City."

"Sooner or later it will shine on Chang'an, please be sure to live."

After speaking, he turned to look at half of the peach branch. The only thing in the watchtower may be the child's spiritual sustenance.

When the soldiers were disbanded, Gao Chaoen landed on Taozhi with his last palm of Qi, and then faced the east to die.

Die with a smile.

Gu Changan remained motionless, and the familiar pain swept through his body again. I had just met him, so why am I so sad.

The half peach branch soon gave birth to new shoots, and Gu Changan held it carefully, as if holding his own soul.

"People are in the city."

"No retreat."

……

Jinling, Observatory.

Many masters gathered, and even the Emperor Chu, who was wearing a black gold dragon robe, stood on the platform, staring at the daoist girl with countless eyes.

"Gao Chaoen passed away." Li Ping said in a low voice with trembling eyelashes.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Sanctify, go to heaven.

It's only half an incense stick before and after.

After the lengthy silence, Emperor Chu let out a long sigh:
"Why do you beg to die?"

Everyone looked solemn, with doubts in addition to sadness.

In fact, after spying on Gao Chaoen's sanctification, the master concluded that he would die, but knowing that he would die, why did he have no hesitation?
Relying on the Dragon Qi of the Tang Dynasty to barely prolong his life, how dare he covet a martial arts sage.

"Master." Emperor Chu respectfully looked at the elegant old man with fluttering white hair, who was also the only saint in Chu country.

"hope."

"In the hope of sanctifying him."

The master frowned deeply. He was very aware of Gao Chaoen's situation. He saved his life with the dragon spirit of the Tang Dynasty. Only the hope brought by the fortune of the Tang Dynasty could break through the shackles and step into the holy realm for a short time.

"Who gave him hope?" Emperor Chu wondered.

Everyone, including the master, was silent.

Who is Gao Chaoen?I would rather bear the infamy of Gao running away, but also protect Li Tanghuang's family.

He can't die, he is the only enlightened person of the Li family, so he ran for his life shamelessly many times, just for Li Tang Sheji.

His stamina is the best in the world, he doesn't want to die, no one can make him die unless his lifespan is exhausted.

What kind of hope can make Gao Chaoen voluntarily die, willing to die?
"Portrait people." Li Ping looked determined.

Emperor Chu nodded, and Li Wan arranged for Gao Chaoen to go to Yumen Pass to look for the portrait man. He probably found it, but what happened during the period?
……

ps: only 6k5, still begging for a monthly pass...

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