One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 54 Jing Zhe, please one hundred thousand swords

Yangzhou City.

In the misty alley with black tiles and white walls, the raindrops knock on the roof tiles, and the melody is crisp and audible.

The woman in the apron hangs the coir raincoat under the eaves to dry. When she looks up, she sees a few men and women holding oil-paper umbrellas walking in the alley.

"Are you Ding Shuhai's wife?" Emperor Chu put away his umbrella and walked under the eaves. His wife, eldest princess and others silently looked at the humble house.

"Ah..." The woman was dumbfounded for a moment.

Maybe it's because the other party has given orders for a long time with the dignity that comes with it, or maybe it's because the husband's name is too unfamiliar.

I haven't come back for 15 years, and there is no news.

"Yes." She nodded nervously, rubbing the corners of her skirt with her hands uneasily, "Come in if you don't mind."

"Your husband died for the country." Emperor Chu said.

The woman froze when she turned around and entered the room, barely standing still while leaning on the wall.

Silent for a long time.

"Where's the corpse?" Her voice was hoarse, like rubbing dry gravel with rough soles.

Emperor Chu looked sad, "There are no remains."

The sound outside disturbed the house, and the two elders and a 16-year-old boy ran out.

Mother Ding covered her entire face with a handkerchief, clenched her right hand into a fist, and beat her chest.

"Dare to ask how my baby died?" Ding's father's dark face twitched slightly. The most sad thing in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

Although Shuhai never sent a letter from home, he vaguely guessed that his son was working for the court, because the Ding family has received a sum of money every month for 15 years.

Emperor Chu looked up at the eaves and said in a low voice:

"15 years ago, Ding Shuhai was ordered by the court to lurk in the holy city of barbarians."

"On the [-]th day of Jianchou this year, Gu Chang'an single-handedly took down the holy city, and the corpses were buried in the sea of ​​blood. Ding Shuhai was not afraid of being exposed, and brazenly rushed to Chang'an with the flag, and was beaten by the barbarians..."

"Because of him, the barbarians fly the flag of the Chu State on the pilgrimage. The moment the flag is flying is the greatest glory of the entire Chinese nation. Martyr Ding is already a legend of the Chu State."

Hearing His Majesty's passionate and sad voice, the most emotional Li Ping was already in tears.

Ding Shuhai is just an ordinary person, but without his heroic sacrifice, the Central Plains flag would not have appeared on the pilgrimage.

Mother Ding restrained her tears and asked with a smile:
"Is my son brave?"

Emperor Chu resounded loudly:

"Strengthening the mountain and the air is unparalleled!"

"On the 600th day of Jianchou, Martyr Ding has already surpassed the overlord of Western Chu in the hearts of [-] million Chu people!"

Father Ding grinned so much that tears came out of his laughter, and finally heaved a sigh and said faintly:
"Actually, it's all due to Gu Yingxiong. Although my baby didn't show filial piety to me, I am very happy to be loyal to the nation."

The woman leaned against the door wall, lowering her head and showing a bright smile.

In her memory, her husband was honest and honest, and he was too ashamed to enter the house on the wedding night, so he was full of pride.

"The husband can die in the country, and the love is enough." She murmured softly.

Emperor Chu looked at the smiling family of four. He bowed deeply for the 600 million people in Chu State, and then left silently.

The Ding family watched them off with a smile.

After walking into the alley, Li Ping heard heart-piercing wailing, Ding's father and Ding's mother wailing in pain.

They don't want to see Shuhai become a hero, they only want their son to return home safely.

"The Ministry of Rites must treat the families of heroes and heroes generously." Emperor Chu turned to look at the accompanying eunuchs.

"Yes!"

In the evening, walking on the street was still full of people, and the teahouse was crowded with common people.

The storyteller Xingmu slapped the table, and the witty words were generous:

"Even if you are alone, you must have high ambitions, step on the holy city, and smash the barbarians!"

"That kick is incomparable!"

"That kick is magnificent!"

"What is sacred and inviolable, what is the origin of Tiangong, I, Gu Chang'an, can kick it right!"

"A god who has been fighting for 80 years, how can he have the qualifications to manage the people for 4000 years?"

"I, Gu Chang'an, want to let you barbarians know that the Chinese nation must not be bullied, and the people of the Central Plains must not be humiliated!"

"Of course there are also Yi Jiangnan and our Yangzhou Ding Shuhai. Please listen to their stories in the next chapter."

"..."

Emperor Chu stood under the teahouse with an umbrella, and almost thought of an imperial decree to bring the storyteller back to the palace, but he stopped abruptly when he heard the excitement.

"Master, the Sword of National Destiny has been condensed and hidden in the Red Cliff of the Yangtze River."

Li Ping spoke softly, feeling the colorful sword start to clang.

The old man in the shirt had a calm expression on his face, and said in a deep voice:

"The Central Plains is not Gu Changan's Central Plains alone, and the Chinese nation can no longer sit back and watch him fight alone."

"Please donate one hundred thousand swords to Chang'an, and give him a surprise."

"How to get the sword?" Li Ping asked in a low voice.

In the Battle of the Holy City, there were thousands of swords hanging in Chang'an. If there were no sword cultivators within a radius of five hundred miles, how could there be thousands of swords?

Because it was used once, the sword of national destiny can be passed through the air, but how to pass the hundred thousand sword?
"A hundred schools of thought contend for the way." Seemingly aware of her confusion, the Master explained in a low voice.

Li Ping was startled suddenly, thinking of the mist of misfortune in the Battle of Yumen Pass. At that time, he relied on formations to drive the misfortune to the west, and Chang'an then absorbed it with a sword.

Repeated tricks.

Using the method of contending among a hundred schools of thought to drive away the Hundred Thousand Swords, under the leadership of the Sword of National Destiny, one sword follows and rushes towards the holy city.

This is only speculation, and the actual implementation may fail.

And a hundred schools of thought contending for Taoism are destined to have many victims.

The master hung high lanterns on the far side of the street, and said loudly:
"Do what you want to do, there will be no one behind you, and there will be thousands of lights!"

……

The spring thunder suddenly moves, and everything recovers.

The twelve judges at the central round table were silent.

Every year during the Jingzhe season in the Central Plains, the empire would send troops to harass the frontiers. On the one hand, they would destroy the spring farming in Shu and Zhao, and on the other hand, they would plunder last year's grain reserves.

But this year all is well.

The lonely soul does not move, and the empire dare not move.

It's been almost a fucking month and a half, and the ghost is still haunting the valley hundreds of miles away from the Holy City.

"Under the crown of the gods, the seven sages of the Eastern Land are guarding the border, and the flying pigeons have been intercepted. The spy information can only go around the Korean peninsula, and we don't know the movement of the Central Plains for the time being."

Beth, who was in charge of intelligence, reported respectfully.

The rest of the Inquisitors were disgusted like swallowed flies.

If the empire hadn't withdrawn its troops across the board, how dare your seven saints show off their might?
Flying pigeons can only pass through the southern waters from the Korean peninsula and the Japanese islands, and then turn into the holy city. How about the year of the monkey? !

"There's no need to inquire, it's nothing more than the sword of national destiny. Does the master of the academy dare to come?"

Tuoba Tianxia sneered.

Beth nodded.

The empire has nothing to do with the lonely ghost for the time being, can't it kill you, a rotten scholar?

Even land gods have to beg for mercy in the holy city!
Those who bathe in the new world must only respect the abyss, this is the law of heaven!
It is also the fish that slipped through the net of the Hannu in the old world.

"Your Majesty, the magic weapon of the castle..." A big and round judge hesitated to speak.

"Succeed in one fell swoop!" Tuoba Tianxia Zitong was full of hatred.

The empire is also waiting for lonely souls to enter the city.

The weapon must rely on the power of the abyss to exert its peak effect, and once it leaves the city, it will be greatly reduced. This is why the empire would rather suffer humiliation than take the initiative.

"That's good!" The judge clenched his fists tightly.

In the past cognition, the Roman Cabri is well-deserved No.1 in the world.

He is known as the Caesar of the New World, the real pinnacle of land gods, just a hair away from ascension.

But so what?

Still can't kill the lonely ghost!

It is only now that I realize that being unkillable is truly invincible.

But as long as the soul is gone, Gu Changan will disappear completely.

"Your Majesty, the Han slaves are just thorns on the road to the glory of the empire. The so-called rainbow can be seen without going through the wind and rain. The national humiliation is not a blessing."

The red-necked judge looked relaxed.

It is not for self-spiritual comfort, nor is it a happy funeral.

There are not a few people who hold his point of view. The rise of the empire is too smooth, and the southern and northern wars are always unfavorable. For decades, with a territory of 2000 million miles, there has never been a downturn at all.

After experiencing a common adversity, we will be able to better unite the hearts of the empire in the future!
The deeper meaning lies in——

Even a sinful devil like Gu Chang'an can't shake the foundation of the empire in the end, you remnants of the old dynasty, why are you jumping, and honestly devote yourself to the construction of the empire!

Of course, the premise of all this is to eradicate lonely souls. One trough is enough, and two troughs are called a downhill road, which is called a complete decline!
Tuoba Tianxia stared at the red neck for a long time, without angrily rebuking or refuting.

Like a medal, everything has two sides.

Her ruling career has been nailed to the pillar of shame, but it is also an opportunity.

The wicked will be praised for doing a good deed, and the prodigal son will be praised when he turns back, the same reason.

Since the public is terribly disappointed with the queen, wouldn't she be able to have a new life if she continues to create brilliance in the future?

It all starts with shame!

……

The grass grows and the warbler flies, another year of spring.

On the Red Cliff of the Yangtze River, a brilliant seven-colored sword moves back and forth across the rolling river.

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators from all over the world gathered here, and the scene was magnificent and turbulent, with sword energy covering the sky and the sun.

"You must help him." The black-robed boy caressed his wooden sword carefully. He usually hugged it when he slept, but now he was really reluctant to say goodbye.

But for the sake of the homeland, let alone a sword, I am willing to throw my head and blood.

He was walking around bored, and suddenly saw a haunted figure in the crowd of people.

The boy's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. He ran into the crowd, but kept his eyes fixed on the girl in the pink skirt. Finally, he squeezed to the side, pretending to be calm, and asked softly:
"Hey, are you here too?"

The girl in the pink skirt turned her head and looked him up and down.

The boy's expression was downplaying, but his heart was so nervous that he was afraid that the other party would say "Do we know each other?" How embarrassing it would be.

"Fate." The girl had a cold personality.

"Farewell to Mount Tai, I thought I'd miss it." Chen Jie said cheerfully.

The girl didn't answer, she just stared at the wooden sword and joked:

"Can this sword kill a wild dog?"

Chen Jie showed embarrassment, compared to the sword made by the opponent's meteorite, he looked very shabby.

"Although I can't, Gu Yingxiong can definitely." He defended himself.

The girl was noncommittal.

Stealing a peek at her small face, Chen Jie's heart skipped a beat. If he doesn't show his heart this time, it will be very difficult for him to have the chance to meet again in this life.

Would you please treat me to dinner?

He pondered over his words, pretending to be casual and said:
"After the end, I'm going to Yangzhou City to worship Ding Yinglie, how about we go together?"

"I'll think about it." The girl said lightly.

It seemed that he was clumsy and didn't understand women's reserve. Chen Jie thought that the other party refused politely, so he said anxiously:
"give me a chance!"

The girl twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly:

"Let's make a bet, when the two swords come back, and your wooden sword has more blood stains than mine, I will give you a chance."

"Okay." Chen Jie didn't think about it.

In fact, even if the wooden sword is not stained with wild dog blood, I will be very happy. As long as the sword can come back, it means that Gu Yingxiong has won.

In an instant.

A magnificent voice resounded in the sky.

"Sword!"

The swords of one hundred thousand swordsmen in Chibi unsheathed at once, and rushed into the air.

Mighty!

Push away the dark clouds and swallow thousands of miles with anger!
The sword curtain enveloped both sides of the strait, covering the sky, and the darkness slowly descended.

In the gorge ten miles away, hundreds of practitioners sat cross-legged, and the light diffused in the center of the formation, gradually dazzling.

The Central Plains is not like the barbarians who have the favor of thieves. They have to pay a price for whatever they want to summon.

For example, a hundred schools of thought contending formation.

Respond with sincerity.

What is sincerity?

Prove your sincerity with death.

When the flood came, I didn't ask the prophet, but I dug a canal to dredge it myself.

Diseases are prevalent, do not ask for miracles, try medicine and cure yourself.

The sky is falling, carry it.

The ground is cracked, make up.

This is the Chinese nation. They don't believe in gods, they only rely on their own hands!

The gods of 80 years still want to control the people of 4000 years. How can there be such a reason?

"Confucianism."

The master of the academy hovered in the air, and spit out two words indifferently.

A group of old Confucian scholars muttered words, until a beam of light fell from the sky, until... the breath died.

"Tell my 70-year-old mother that I'm going on a tour, so she doesn't have to worry about it."

A practitioner waved to an old friend outside the formation.

He belongs to the Legalist school, and has never had the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor like Confucianism. The emperor let him die, but he is not willing!
But for the sake of national sacrifice, he has no hesitation.

As long as the common people no longer suffer, as long as we can end this shitty world in the hands of our generation, as long as we can give future generations a prosperous Central Plains, what does it matter if we die?

Gu Chang'an, please kill Man and kill Man again!
The master's eyelids are weak, and his eyes are still, empty and lonely, with occasional tears flickering.

The silent silence, the endless light, is the fresh life that suddenly becomes cold, and everything is gone.

"boom!"

He raised his arms with a blank face, and a majestic righteousness surged out, and the sky showed a half-pillar of heavenly gate full of brilliance.

Chibi is completely silent.

Tension and sadness permeated the crowd, and the faces of the hundred thousand swordsmen were tense.

Everyone has been waiting for that moment.

The waves of the Yangtze River are roaring, but the atmosphere on both sides of the river is suffocating.

unexpected.

The Sword of National Fortune splits the night like a bolt of lightning, and a colorful arc cuts through the sky, galloping towards the west.

Rumble!
Immediately after the sound of sword cries, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and hundreds of thousands of swords rushed along the traces of the colorful swords like arrows leaving the string, one sword after another, orderly and dazzling.

The master's voice shook the heavens.

"It turned out to shake Kunlun, and read the spring of the Central Plains."

"Flying a hundred thousand jade dragons will definitely make the barbarians cold."

"Gentlemen, listen to the dragon chant!"

At this moment, the Hundred Thousand Swords is like carrying the Five Mountains, carrying the Three Gorges, encircling the Great Wall, and hanging on the Yellow River!

It is national power.

Tear everything!
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(End of this chapter)