One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 26 Go Home!go home!go home! ! [Thanks to Liu Wuxin's leader]

The scorching sun is in the sky, the desert is fumigated like a cage, and the sand is hot.

The four benevolent and benevolent Buddhas walked side by side, walking in unison, neither slow nor slow.

"Is there a distinction between high and low beliefs?" The Buddha on the far left suddenly asked.

"Have."

"It is great to defend the national territory by one's own strength; we only believe in money and are ashamed to speak."

The four looked at each other, put their palms together and said "Amitabha", and then laughed loudly:

"The Buddha said: So what?"

It is a kind of maverick morality to work hard for money.

I have been in the industry for at least [-] years, and I have never let down my employer's remuneration, and I have never missed a single shot.

The most arduous task was to face an abyss saint. After two days and two nights of fighting, seven of them lost three of them. Finally, they took the saint's head to see the employer without losing their reputation.

This time, Hu Yanshou went bankrupt. He took over the wealth accumulated by Huyan's family for decades, and his conscience felt uncomfortable if he didn't complete the task.

Every time the four of them took a step, they stamped lotus footprints on the loess, and the outline of the bloody lonely city appeared in their sight.

"Just listening to Hu Yanshou's statement, I can only feel that this person is tragic. Only by witnessing it with my own eyes can I deeply understand the mantra of 'Hell is not empty, and I will never become a Buddha'."

The Buddha with high cheekbones clasped his hands together to calm down the strong shock in his heart.

No matter what the desperate situation is, people are in the city, and they will never retreat.

Mottled watchtower, the man in red robe who was talking to himself took a look and walked down the city wall slowly.

"Come on..." He smiled, "Is it fun to steal a house?"

"You are only in your twenties, and your hair is already gray, what a pain." The head Buddha held a Zen stick and hung it in the southeast.

Stepping through the bloody abyss of the isolated city, the man with white hair fluttering in the wind gently walked to the side of the flag, shrugged and raised his head:

"It was snowing, there was a lot of snow at that time."

"Almsgiver, you should be liberated." The Buddha who lifted the pan finished speaking and sat cross-legged.

He could sense that the guards were completely mentally disturbed, not half-crazy, but really insane.

All sunk, and the obsession to protect the territory, pitiful and respectable.

"My Buddha is sympathetic to the suffering of the world, and came into the world to atone for your sins."

"Second degrees, three congregations, four lives, Fanbai will give the benefactor a ride!"

The Buddha with the Zen staff drank sharply, and a faint Buddha light filled his body.

The names of the four are very simple, [Pursuance of All Beings]!
All of a sudden, the four directions of the southeast, the north, and the west emitted golden light, and the four monks moved their lips and sang the praises of the Bodhisattva.

Gu Changan's eyes were clear, and he stared innocently at the bald donkey. In just a moment, invisible silk threads wrapped around him, binding him tighter and tighter.

"Don't kidnap me, I'm not going anywhere." He tried to break free.

"Liberation!" Yipu suddenly closed his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"Gu Chang'an, why suffer in this world? Don't be sad, death is happiness for you."

The sky was shrouded in golden light, and the four monks continued to sing, with inexhaustible magic power.

The white-haired man was oozing blood, as if he had been salvaged from a sea of ​​blood. There were thousands of wounds all over his body, running through all his limbs.

"But I want to defend the city..." Gu Changan looked confused, and the blood sword hanging on the watchtower remained motionless.

"relief."

"relief!"

"relief!!!"

The four monks chanted, their voices became louder and louder, and the Buddha's light gathered into clouds, but the opposite side still did not become a mummy.

They were horrified, the wounds on this man's body were healed visible to the naked eye, the cracks healed again, and so on.

"Let me defend the city!" Gu Changan's face was twisted, and he kept tearing at the thread no matter what.

Yipu coughed violently, the golden light outside his body gradually dimmed, and he seemed to be unable to hold on.

He doesn't understand.

Far better than the torment of burning fire, Gu Changan won't faint?It's like getting used to the pain.

What is even more confusing is that he is being backlashed?
The other three monks had bulging veins on their faces, and the aftershock of the shock made them feel miserable, but this man was still trying to break free.

Terrible will!

Gu Changan was already covered layer by layer with blood, he felt his body was about to be squeezed into a thin film, why didn't the blood sword obey?

"Sisheng, hold on!" Yipu looked to the northwest where he was weak.

The chunky Buddha's face was pale, and black blood began to flow from his nose and mouth, and he could hardly bear the backlash.

Suddenly, he noticed the flashing golden glow of the watchtower, his eyes filled with horror:
"Origin Shrine!!"

Hearing this, the three monks looked at the watchtower Buddhist altar at the same time, Gu Changan turned his head and tried to summon with energy, but the blood sword did not move, but the altar flew towards the altar.

boom!
The body shook violently, the Buddhist altar fell to the ground, the invisible silk thread broke, and the blood sword came in an instant.

"The poor monk's, all the poor monk's..." A group of Buddhas showed greed, staring at the Buddhist treasure stuck in the sand.

The so-called origin refers to the first wave of objects to be baptized by the new world after a great change in the way of heaven decades ago, and this Buddhist altar is among them.

"Why did you destroy my home? I just wanted to guard my home. What did I do wrong?"

Gu Changan approached with a sword in his hand, with a murderous intent and scarlet angry eyes, like a ferocious beast in the desert.

"Kill!" The four monks said in unison.

Although he is not good at melee combat, he is more than enough to besiege Gu Chang'an. Zen sticks, round pans, diamond snails, and iron bowls danced in the air, and a scuffle broke out.

The blood sword fell, and the sword energy could not be caught at all, only the killing and world-weary energy.

Even though he knew that this person was an astonishing genius who created his own aura in the old world, his mind was shaken by this aura, not to mention the sense of oppression brought by the yellow sand sweeping across the sky into the shape of a giant dragon.

Klang Keng!

With a few violent collisions, the blood sword slashed at the body of the vajra snail, and even the snail's mouth was scarlet. Sisheng, who was the weakest, was the first to vomit blood.

"Monster..." Yipu looked anxious, and his Zen stick ruthlessly hit Gu Changan's chest, piercing a bloody hole the size of a palm, but the latter stood tall and asked curiously:
"Pretty?"

The voice was extremely cold, as cold as a rock of ice.

The blood man didn't have any scruples or pity, and didn't even have any idea of ​​protecting himself. He didn't dodge or avoid it. He was like a puppet of thinking, and the only remaining idea was to kill.

The four monks had no energy left to frighten, every sword of the opponent was a fatal blow.

"Do you guys know what is the most beautiful thing in this world?" Gu Changan said in a simple tone while waving his sword:
"It's the ultimate, it's pure, it's the most thorough obsession."

The Second Buddha smashed the Panpan heavily on his back, the Qi machine cut the skin, and the gap opened up the blood hole in the chest, and even the heart was faintly visible.

"Can you plug it back like I did?" Gu Changan sliced ​​off Si Sheng's earlobe with a sword, and clicked his tongue a few times, whether it was regret or appreciation.

In an instant, the four monks finally felt fear and suddenly understood why Hu Yanshou was willing to go bankrupt.

"If you want him to be released, unless the Buddha personally participates in the battle." The three Buddhas couldn't help roaring, and the iron bowl in their hands buzzed.

The same fighting method used to be invalid for Fanbai. Seven people faced the saint in close quarters, and finally exchanged three lives for the saint's head.

The saint will be exhausted, but the monster in front of him seems to have endless power, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes.

"Buddha... How many soldiers does Buddha have?" Gu Changan asked curiously, and suddenly moved his blood sword, cutting all of them towards the biggest flaw in the formation.

A stinging sense of crisis came to the face, the Buddha of Four Lives suddenly withdrew, and the other three monks wanted to rescue him, but the aura of extreme killing was too domineering, directly cutting Four Lives in two.

"No!!" The three Buddhas were so heartbroken that they watched the fourth brother lying in a pool of blood.

"Who told him to destroy my home."

Gu Changan strolled leisurely in the courtyard, his sluggish energy rose a bit just because he killed a person, and his sword became more fierce and destructive.

"Relic, relic!" The Second Buddha looked at the mourning boss and roared hysterically.

With a ruthless face, Yipu took out a crystal clear Buddha bone from his arms in an instant, and yelled frantically:

"Hu Yanshou, fuck your old lady, add money, add money!!"

Hu Yanshou's reward is not worth [-]% of the value of this relic. This is the vitality left by the abyss holy Buddha before his death.

The blood sword came across, and the cruel and world-weary aura shrouded the hilt of the sword, and it crashed into the relic. The brand-new aura that transcended the new world disappeared instantly, and the relic also cracked and scattered powder.

"Impossible..." The three monks were horrified, the destructive power contained in their self-created aura was far beyond their imagination, even the relics of the holy Buddha could be destroyed.

"Two degrees, three people, he won't live long!!" Yipu sneered ferociously, staring at a lotus flower in the center of the blood man's forehead.

Open five petals.

Yangshou five years!

The Holy Buddha of the Abyss actually saved one hand, and another ray of energy was attached to the relic, deliberately framing the refiner.

If he hadn't kept it for refining when he was sanctified, he would have been a dead bone in the grave at this moment.

Hearing Yipu Buddha's words, Gu Chang'an's shoulders began to tremble. The three monks thought he was afraid, but when they looked carefully, they found that he was actually smiling.

The two sword eyebrows raised high on both sides, it seems that the death knell will be struck five years later is something to be extremely excited about.

The yellow sand covered the sky and the earth, and a group of Buddhas shuddered and roared:

"Second brother, third brother, you can't smash our credit card and kill him on the spot!"

After speaking, holding the Zen stick, he made a gesture to charge towards him, turned around and fled wildly in the opposite direction in a few steps.

Unexpectedly, the second degree and the third life also had the same idea, and the three monks almost kept pace with each other, silently escaping from this purgatory.

Reputation is not as important as life. If you try your best, you may kill Gu Changan, but you may die one after another.

In terms of willpower, who in the world can survive Gu Changan?

There are only five years left in Yangshou, and it can be regarded as the completion of the task in disguise. Unless Gu Changan can break into the abyss and kill the disciple of the holy Buddha with a single sword to relieve the cause and effect, he will surely die.

Going into the abyss alone is tantamount to fantasy!

The three monks fled in the air, Gu Changan pursued Baizhang, and suddenly became homesick, and staggered back to the isolated city. As for the lotus mark on his forehead, he didn't feel anything.

"It's good that we are still at home." Gu Changan sat down in front of the city gate with the blood sword in his arms, "No one can break in."

Carpenter Qin and Xiao Luoyang stared at the tall buildings of the Duhu Mansion in the city, as if they were bored digging and playing with mud. Things they didn't do when they were young, but now they enjoy it.

"Brother Gu..." Zhitong squatted in front of the railing and wept.

"Why are you crying?" Carpenter Qin gave him a thump on the forehead, and said with a smile:

"Chang'an is happy. He has never had such a happy time in his life."

Carpenter Qin wiped away his old tears, and squeezed out a smile on his wrinkled face, "That's great, that's great."

……

The mansion of the adjudicator, because of the dead tree falling down and the monkeys scattered at the age of nine, the majestic and majestic mansion in the past is now desolate and desolate, full of dust.

A group of knights in golden armor are patrolling around, majestic and majestic.

In the inner hall, a burly knight with blond hair and blue eyes stood with his hands behind his back, kneeling in front of him was a descendant of the Yue family who was handcuffed and chained.

"Where are you going to escape?" the burly knight said lightly:

"Heavenly God has a decree to find out the truth of Yue Jiuling's massacre. I advise you to confess."

"The Western Regions have been brought under control, and you Yueshi have nowhere to hide."

The young man with disheveled hair kept silent, but his body trembled violently.

The burly knight clapped his hands lightly, and his attendant handed over a golden dagger.

Stabbing the young man's thigh with a knife made him howl terribly.

"Your Majesty is determined to thoroughly investigate the Western Regions. If you don't say it, others will definitely say it. Are you really going to experience a hundred kinds of torture?"

The burly knight's blue pupils shot out cruel murderous intent.

When the knights with great military exploits from the empire arrived in the Western Regions, all the ghosts and ghosts would appear.

The young man's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He was not afraid of torture, but the devil far away in the lonely city.

The nightmare resurfaced, and the pants were hot and wet in an instant.

"You actually wet your pants, you bastard!" The burly knight stood tall and yelled angrily:
"Any conspiracy, the empire can destroy it, immediately confess!"

The young man laughed bitterly and said in a trembling voice:

"With a territory of seven thousand miles, there is also a city in the Central Plains that has not fallen for 63 years."

Deathly silence!

The hall was so quiet that only the sound of rapid breathing remained.

The faces of the knights were all pale, their expressions extremely unbelievable!
"Yes, it was 63 years. Now there is still a demon guarding the city. He killed [-] soldiers of our Yue family by himself. He also expanded the territory of the Central Plains by [-] miles."

"Hahahaha, do you believe it or not?"

The young man looked ferocious and laughed unscrupulously.

Thunder on the ground!
The burly knight froze and fell to the ground.

"The sky is falling..." His voice was weak and dry, with no aura at all.

When it was heard that a demon killed ten thousand soldiers, all the mysteries were solved.

Zhe Lansu, Yue Jiuling, Hu Yanshou, Dao Gui, Li Tang Gao Chaoen...

In the calm Western Regions, there is actually a cover that can shake the world!

Seeing that the leader of the knights was also in such a state of distress, the young man became even more excited:
"Why is my Yue family the only one unlucky? The disaster has been exposed, let's all die!!"

After speaking, he bit his tongue and killed himself.

The burly knight looked at the young man's eyes, which became extremely cold, but in that coldness, there was a hint of despair.

Heinous humiliation! !
Since the founding of the country, the biggest humiliation and the heaviest setback, he can't even imagine how the holy city will react explosively.

"Quick... hurry up and send the message back to His Majesty the God!" The burly knight struggled to get up, his voice full of tears.

……

"The city is closed at sunset, pedestrians, carriages and horses are the last to enter and exit—"

The shouts of the soldiers shouting at the city echoed through the Yumen pass.

The endless stream of chariots and horses is full of loads, like a colorful migratory river, flowing out in a hurry without stopping.

Liu Shang sat in the tea shop, staring blankly at the bustling crowd.

To enter and exit, you need a road guide with your name, place of origin, and the shop you belong to, and it must be signed by the chief.

He did not.

The absurd thing is that just before he was ready to enter the customs with full of hope, the barbarians suddenly issued a ban and he was forced to stay until now.

It was as if the heavens were playing tricks on purpose, thinking that the Anxi people had not suffered enough.

Liu Shang got up suddenly, he couldn't procrastinate any longer, even if his body was smashed to pieces, he still had to complete the task.

He walked along the east, and approached the border stone tablet half an hour later. The armored figures were all generals of Beiliang.

Smuggling would be shot to death, and Liu Shang bet his life as usual.

If he lost the bet, the generals of Beiliang would also inspect his body and find out tokens and notes. At least the soldiers who defended the border for the country were far more trustworthy than ordinary Central Plains people.

"Stop!!"

An angry shout came from the beacon tower.

Liu Shang raised his hands and walked forward with his mouth pursed the whole time, his eyes flickering anxiously.

"one!"

The bows and crossbows are all loaded.

The generals guarding the border stared at the barbarians with cold eyes.

"two!"

Liu Shang accepted the fate of death very calmly. He stepped over the boundary markers and border boundaries, and his whole body collapsed on the land of the Central Plains.

"three……"

The voice just fell.

"Stop!" The chief general suddenly waved his arms to stop his subordinates.

The man was scrawny, terminally ill, and the reason he wasn't killed on the spot was because he didn't look threatening.

"Detention!" Zhang Yifang ordered.

Several soldiers left the beacon tower, walked towards Liu Shang cautiously, and pinned his limbs.

"Purpose?" One person scolded.

"Ah... ah..." Liu Shang expended a lot of effort, his neck turned red, but he was still speechless. He looked at Zhang Yifang from the Beacon Tower.

What kind of eyes are these.

Wronged, begged, and tears of hope.

Liu Shang didn't struggle, just kept staring at the general in golden armor and helmet.

Please, please, come on, come on.

Faced with the barbarians who behaved so strangely, Zhang Yifang was not timid, and strode towards the border line.

"Don't try to assassinate!" The soldiers grabbed Liu Shang suddenly, and Liu Shang suddenly felt as if he was clamped by a pair of iron clamps, unable to move at all.

He frantically rolled his eyeballs and looked at his skirt.

"Take it out." Zhang Yifang motioned to the soldiers.

The soldier reached into his starched clothes and took out a rusty token and a piece of yellowed and soaked paper.

He was illiterate, so he quickly handed it to General Zhang.

Zhang Yifang took it with his calloused hand, and first flipped over the back of the token. "Anxi Army" was engraved on the left, and "Eighth Regiment" was engraved on the right.

He squinted his eyes in a little bewilderment, and suddenly his mind shook. The lone army in the Western Regions more than 60 years ago?

"Abaa..." Liu Shang desperately wanted to speak, forcing the tendons on his head and neck to burst one by one.

"let go!!"

Zhang Yifang roared abruptly.

He quickly unfolded the paper, and vaguely discerned lines of small characters:

[I am a member of the Anxi Army. I have not lost an inch of land in 63 years. There is still one person who has been sticking to the lonely city. Please rescue the Central Plains]

In an instant, Zhang Yifang became dizzy.

Sudden shocks can often cause short-term mental stagnation. He took a few steps back, his expression completely frozen.

Ansi...

lonely city...

The unprecedented shock swept over him. He subconsciously took off his helmet, stretched out his right fist and thumped his left shoulder heavily, with tears in his eyes:

"Hail to the heroes!"

The soldiers were confused and shocked, but they also made the same gesture towards Liu Shang.

This is the most noble salute etiquette in Beiliang.

Liu Shang lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face, the desperate memories of the past seemed to disappear with the breeze of the Central Plains at this moment.

"General Zhang, you..." the soldier asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yifang quickly helped Liu Shang up, his face was flushed red, he choked up and said:

"Kuci City, Kucha City is still in the Central Plains, it hasn't been lost in 63 years, 63 years!!"

The border fell into a valley of silence.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.

Who in the army doesn't know the city of Kucha?
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the army of the Central Plains was there to create miracles one by one, defeating all the countries in the Western Regions.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the entire Western Regions were invaded by barbarians, and the glorious Eighth Regiment cut off the news.

When they heard that the city of Kucha was not lost, their hearts were overwhelmed, and their fists were clenched tightly.

A few light words, but the blood of 63 years, the heroic soul of Anxi in 63 years, and countless dark nights of despair! !

"Hero!" Zhang Yifang put his arms around Liu Shang's shoulders, and even the tough man on the battlefield burst into tears.

People in the world say that the Central Plains belongs to Northern Liang, which is the most miserable, and it is adjacent to the barbarian country, so we must stick to Yumen Pass, the gateway to the Central Plains.

But the people of Beiliang still stand behind the Chinese nation, who receive rewards and military pay, who can receive the cheers of the Central Plains after winning a battle, and whose ashes can return to their roots after death.

But what about the isolated city in the hinterland of the barbarians?

With no reinforcements, no hope in sight, and no one to care about, for a long time, he had to endure a lot of mental and physical torture.

It is not difficult to die. Fighting and persevering in desperation is the real backbone of China.

"Ah..." Liu Shang desperately shook his head, making various gestures.

I'm not a hero. Heroes lie on that territory. The hero is the man who guards the country alone.

"Go home, let's go home." Zhang Yifang wiped away tears, and led Liu Shang who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The soldiers cleared up their emotions, but their hearts were still heavy.

This is the most desperate and darkest story they have ever heard in their lives, and it is also the most passionate epic.

"Ah, oh, oh..." Liu Shang turned his head and pointed in the direction of the Western Regions, as if he wanted to say something.

"Go home, write it down slowly." Zhang Yifang said warmly, with pain hidden in his eyes.

In the Western Regions, where even martial arts masters have difficulty wading through, how many hardships must an ordinary person with no cultivation experience go through to enter the Yumen Pass.

Already terminally ill, he hangs his breath entirely by will, this man is also a monumental legend that cannot be avoided in the brilliant history.

"Seek a doctor immediately." Zhang Yifang urged his subordinates, and then a portrait that was circulated in the Central Plains flashed in his mind.

He didn't even have the courage to listen to the story of the portrait man, defending the city alone! !
"Go... go home." Liu Shang roared out two incomplete syllables with difficulty, he squatted on the ground slowly, his whole body trembling and weeping vigorously.

Only he knows what desperation he has experienced in the past three years, and how he climbed out of purgatory with his flesh and blood.

Chang'an, I promised you, I did it, what about you?

People from the Central Plains, the wind in the Central Plains, and the beacon towers in the Central Plains are all beautiful, but I still miss you very much.

"Chang...Chang'an." Liu Shang roared again, he was afraid that Chang'an had already fallen, and he would never see him again.

(End of this chapter)