One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 63 Move City!

In the evening, Li Wan sat on the eaves with his arms around his knees, looking at the heavy rain in the sky, and the ground was crackling.

The sound of approaching footsteps came from the dense raindrops. She smiled and ran out against the rain, but suddenly stopped, the surprise in the trance disappeared, and she returned to the awakening lost in reality in an instant and pain.

"His Majesty."

The courtyard door was unlocked, and Pei Jingshu came with an umbrella.

"What's the matter?" Li Wan had no expression on his face, and wiped the rain from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Let's go." Pei Jingshu was inexplicably sad. She came to this alley when the masters in the palace sensed the sword energy passing through Chang'an City.

The two sat side by side without saying a word.

In fact, Li Wan was wronged and sad, but apart from being in front of Gu Changan, how could she, an emperor, reveal her weakest side, and secretly hid her pain, licking her wounds alone.

Pei Jingshu looked into the distance, pursed her lips and said sadly:
"Your Majesty, the Central Plains has come to the most dangerous moment. Master of the academy asks the Seven Kingdoms to take out half of the national fortunes, and then asks you to issue a call to the Central Plains in the name of the Chinese imperial power orthodoxy, calling on the monks from all over the world to gather at Yanmen Pass and expel them to the dark to welcome the dawn." .”

"En." Li Wan responded, looked up at the gray sky, and said after a long time: "The troubled times are really long."

After entering the inner room, she looked around at the two pillows on the sandalwood bed, first spread out the brocade quilt, and then neatly folded the two people's scattered clothes and put them in the closet.

Seeing that her skirts filled the closet, while Gu Changan only had three or two robes, she smiled silently:

"If I had known that you would only last a lifetime, I wouldn't have treated you harshly. What's the use of saving money?"

After locking their things and cleaning the house several times, Li Wan walked out of the courtyard holding the key.

Huajue Lane was still full of potholes even when it rained. Grandma Wang walked towards her with a cart, glanced at the gentle and dignified Pei Jingshu, and said curiously:
"Mrs. Gu, won't Xiao Gu take you to the jade shop today?"

Li Wan wanted to say that he was going to save the people, and that he was going to torture himself again, but he swallowed the words, complaining like a woman in a market place:
"He doesn't want me anymore."

The monarchs and ministers walked out of the alley, leaving only the bewildered grandmother.

late at night.

Accompanied by a ray of strong colors from the Taimiao flying to the north, dozens of great inner masters stood outside the city, and in front of them was the empress in a dragon robe and a crown.

She regained her dignified and majestic posture, and she was completely different from the washer bride in the yard. Instead of waiting until her gray hair turns gray and never seeing her again, it would be better to take this opportunity to take a look at her. Start Li Tang Sheji's mission.

The empress took the lead in flying to the north.

The continuous raindrops were from north to south, and the closer to the north, the torrential rain poured down. Two days later, it was [-] miles away from Yanmen Pass, and the sky-shattering qi movement could be clearly felt.

……

Among the nine fortresses in the Central Plains, Yanmen ranks first.

At this moment, whether it is the continuous mountains or the plains, there are slow and huge raindrops, the size of soybeans, guided by the air of heaven and earth, and fall to the ground drop by drop.

The faces of countless monks in the Central Plains were as iron, stiff and dull, despite the rain washing away, their hearts were extraordinarily cold.

Clang!
A sword cry startled the universe.

As the fate of the Tang Dynasty rushed to the plains, the fortunes of the previous six kingdoms converged with it, and in an instant a brilliant colorful sword spanned the sky, illuminating the gray plain.

Almost without hesitation, he handed over half of the Chinese National Games.

We have to go to the bottom of the boat, because Yanmen Pass cannot be destroyed by barbarians, and the city wall cannot collapse!
This is to use bamboo sticks to resist long knives. If the source of spiritual energy is gone, then the Central Plains will not even be able to take out bamboo sticks, and there will be nothing to fight against sharp blades. How long can the Chinese nation last?

Qin Shihuang built the city wall to protect the dragon veins of China and protect the land of China. Until now, it has always stood tall. The Great Wall is not only a city wall of thousands of miles, but also the spirit of the nation and the backbone of a civilization!

In the dark contemporary age, if the city wall is gone, the spirit of resistance of many compatriots will collapse along with it.

On the other side, there is a magnificent and turbulent picture scroll. Thirteen land gods sit cross-legged at the pass, and 27 abyss saints stand around the formation. The spiritual energy above stops and flows, and so on.

Tuoba Tianxia wore a purple-gold dragon robe, without a mask, showing an ugly and weird face, and she stared at the spiritual vortex calmly.

After spending more than half a year, Cable and the five top land gods finally condensed the Heaven Destruction Formation at the cost of nine years of cultivation.

Here comes the empire.

He was upright and upright, without concealment, so he stepped into the territory of the Central Plains and stepped on the city wall of thousands of miles.

She said gloomyly:
"When the chariot of unity is rolling in, what can we do to resist it?"

"Your Majesty, Gu Chang'an passed Yumen Pass three days ago but did not stop there, so he must have returned to Gucheng."

The crutch old woman stepped forward to remind.

This surprised her.

Who is Gu Changan?

Even if it is buried in the loess, once the people of the Central Plains are in trouble, they can break out of the ground and fight the empire to the death without bringing Yin soldiers.

Such a national martyr, how could he stand by and watch, if he thought he was afraid, then the empire would be stupid.

Must be planning something again.

"Have you heard of the siege of Wei and rescue of Zhao in the Spring and Autumn Period of Eastern Earth?" Tuoba Tianxia asked.

The crutch old woman nodded, "He wants to ruin the holy city."

"Change it." Tuoba Tiantian's tone was calm.

The old woman frowned slightly, looked at Julius Caesar and the five giants in the center of the formation, and sighed without showing a trace.

The empire has already prepared for the worst that the holy city will be devastated and blood will flow into rivers.

After all, I haven't heard about Gu Chang'an for almost ten months, and I don't know how far his strength has grown. If he can fight against the land gods without using the colorful sword, for this devil, anything is possible.

But change it! ! !

Having been humiliated twice, the empire can accept another national humiliation. The first time the people went mad with hatred, they would become numb after the third time.

But as long as the origin of spiritual energy is destroyed, it is only a matter of time before the Eastern Land is annexed.

If he hadn't experienced the National Day of Calamity, Abyss would never have made such a choice. If he wanted to blame it, he would blame Gu Changan, a bastard, forcing the empire to take bloody revenge.

"What did you smell?" Tuoba Tianxia asked with great interest.

The old woman on crutches took a deep breath of rain and mist, looked at the vast plain, and said word by word:

"The taste of despair!!"

There are groups of chariots in the mountains behind the pass, and there are thousands of figures, black, white and yellow with various skin types. It is obvious that all ethnic groups in the world are gathered at Yanmen Pass.

An order from the empire, they dare not not come.

At least for what purpose, it's obvious.

Show off your sword!

Due to the two national disasters, people were panicked, undercurrents were surging within the empire, and there were many rebellions and uprisings. Even many of them wanted to restore the old land.

But that ambition was extinguished tonight.

Also rebelled...

Who dares?

"The success of a civilization is measured not by how high it reaches the summit, but by how it bounces back when it goes downhill."

"The great empire, the light of the world!"

A count of the old Roman dynasty sighed with emotion, his blue eyes full of fear.

The rest of the fair-haired, white-skinned men, women and children also echoed, either reciting poems or praying to God, all in all very pious and honorable.

After that night, the world was indeed watching the abyss of the empire. After all, he fell so badly that he lost his face.

If you can't get up, what are you waiting for? Immediately summon the old department to prepare for rebellion.

But the empire used iron and blood methods to tell the world——

It just doesn't really work.

I played casually and didn't expect to take it off, so I had to be serious.

Without a single soldier, the scene of the imperial conquest under the crown of the gods, thirteen half-pillar heavenly gates, and 27 abyssal saints lined up at Yanmen Pass is really shocking!

If God came down, he wouldn't be so domineering! !

You know, there is only one land god in the Central Plains, and there is still less than two years of experience, and there are only seven saints. This gap...

"Immortals don't move mortals. If it weren't for this precept, Dongtu might fall to half of the country tonight."

A Buddhist with a high nose bridge said quietly.

Stepping into the chaotic world is already the bottom line, you can't do evil to destroy the Dao heart, otherwise, how can you just protect the formation and don't do anything.

"The vicissitudes of life, the way of heaven is ruthless."

A few high-ranking nobles stood together, staring at the city wall in front of them.

The wind and rain have eroded into the ruins of the ruins, but still condensed into a kind of thick Chinese culture with a boundless momentum, mighty and majestic magnificence.

Once upon a time, how much their country worshiped China, even to the point of kneeling and licking, willingly.

Especially in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City is the most advanced and developed civilization in the world, and it deserves to be the center of the world!
"Suddenly remembered that during the period of Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty, you Japanese country did not know what to do to provoke the Tang Dynasty. Is it the Battle of Baijiangkou?"

"Your navy has 170 troops and [-] warships, while the Datang Expeditionary Navy has less than [-] and temporarily built [-] warships."

"There is a disparity of seven times the strength of the troops. Your Japanese country is really smashed for thousands of miles. You were beaten up and screamed."

The King of Baekje smiled and looked at a thin crowned man with small eyes.

Emperor Uta's face was embarrassing. The fight back then was like a child trying to provoke a strong man. It was really overpowering and embarrassing.

The reason why Fusang country imitated Datang in everything is to learn from the strong, and then defeat the strong in an open and honest manner. Unfortunately, it is not something that can be shaken by an island.

"It's not like us, isn't God Khan fierce? He personally conquered our territory and suffered a big defeat, which became one of the few defeats in his life."

Princess Silla was smiling, and it was hard not to feel proud in comparison.

Emperor Uta said in a deep voice: "Do you still have the face to say? Didn't Goguryeo be destroyed by the Tang Dynasty later, otherwise how can it be divided into Baekje and Silla now?"

The princess's smile gradually disappeared and her expression froze.

"Hehe..." A fat, dark curly-haired man chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Princess Silla said angrily in a chilly voice:
"Tianzhu, right? Don't think that the humiliation of the past can be erased after the merger."

"Jump into your mother's river and drown yourself, I'm too lazy to expose your scars."

The curly-haired man said nothing.

The few people didn't speak anymore, staring at the city wall in a daze.

Their feelings for the land of China are very complicated.

They are both enemies and younger brothers. They have fought wars and borrowed money. If they had a choice, they would rather go back to 100 years ago.

At least Datang is still a man.

After all, in a country of etiquette, people always pursue righteousness and integrity in doing things. If you don't provoke him, he won't have the leisure to talk to you.

But the Great Barbarian Empire is different, barbaric and disorderly, the people of the old country live in fear all day long.

"Everything is coming to an end, God cannot be violated." Princess Silla sighed, as if they were all speaking the accent of the Holy City fluently. In the near future, the Central Plains will also learn the culture of the Great Kingdom and be a dog for the Empire. .

Of course, the premise is that there is an opportunity.

With the degree of the empire's precautions against the Central Plains, the death of the species is almost a certainty.

After all, there was basically no resistance between them and the Wa Kingdom. The Holy City only sent [-] golden knights and [-] elite expeditions, and they raised their flags and kowtowed to surrender.

And what about Huaxia?It has been carried until now, and the empire has used the trump card of the land gods.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such tenacity?How can you rest assured that your nation is an obedient citizen?

……

The seven-colored sword shines on the plain for eight hundred miles, with the master of the academy and Dongwu Qingong as the center, thousands of monks from hundreds of schools arrange formations.

The Central Plains has always had only these two magic weapons.

The National Luck Sword and Hundred Schools of Conflict Formation.

Both civilizations await an eventual collision.

Once the barbarian formation begins to explode, the Central Plains must protect Yanmen Pass with death, otherwise the spiritual energy will collapse, and even if there is any remaining, it will only be negligible.

At this time, the two crossed the Great Wall and walked slowly towards the North China Plain. The old man in a Confucian robe in the front was wearing a bamboo crown, looking at Erlang Zhongyuan with complicated eyes, and the monks who had heard the news from the ends of the earth.

"It looks like a dog from a distance, but it looks like Duke Mei up close." Beiliang Ruanxian came from the sky, squinted his eyes and jumped over Mei Shougeng to look at the land fairy behind him.

"Mr. Ruan, don't resist." Mei Shougeng said in a low voice.

In an instant, the monks with a radius of a hundred miles had hideous faces. They already hated the number one traitor in the Central Plains, but now they wished they could eat his flesh and drink his blood!

"Bastard, how dare you enter the Central Plains?"

The practitioner closest to him was so furious that he rushed out regardless of life or death.

Mei Shougeng pushed lightly with both hands, not in a righteous way, the light mist was fleeting, and several monks were unharmed, but unable to move.

He looked down at his toes, and when he raised his face, he said melancholy:

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

"The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in three days, don't make unnecessary sacrifices, go back and reunite with your family."

After speaking, he looked around the plain.

The destruction of Yanmen Pass is the most united will in the abyss. The Central Plains will never be saved. Instead of sacrificing the monks in vain, it is better to preserve the strength and find another way out after surrendering to the empire.

Ruan Xian looked at him expressionlessly:
"Mei Shougeng, why don't you take care of yourself? Now that you are standing on the land where you were born and raised, don't you feel ashamed of your ancestors, don't you feel ashamed to live?"

Mei Shougeng closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them, his face was determined:
"I have never sought personal gain for myself. I have the courage to face common people and history books. Peaceful saving of the people is the only way!"

"You are nothing more than ridiculous national self-esteem. You feel that it is shameful to submit to the former Miner tribe. Is dignity more important than preserving the fire of civilization?"

The land god behind him was full of displeasure, and forcibly held back.

If Dongtu can really be persuaded to stop the Hundred Schools contending formation and the National Fortune Sword, then Abyss will be free to deal with Gu Changan and reduce the loss of the Holy City.

The odds of this are highly unlikely, but it doesn't hurt to try.

"Saving the people peacefully?" Ruan Xian smiled, killing intent shot out of his muddy old eyes, and said in a deep voice:
"Is it that China is a slave to the barbarians? It is to abandon the civilization of the ancestors to submit to the backward and barbaric culture, it is to let the descendants wear a nondescript dog's tail hair, or to make the land of Shenzhou the home of the barbarians? ?”

Mei Shougeng was silent and did not deny it.

But some words cannot be put into words.

He clearly understood the most unsolvable contradictions of the empire, the source of which would sooner or later collapse.

That is the conflict between the abyss and the kingship, between the abyss and the territory of 2000 million miles!

Why can the abyss seize power?

Because the way of heaven favors the Tuoba tribe, it doesn't mean that all the Tuoba people can soar into the sky. Their talents vary.

Once enslaved, there will always be one or two monks with extraordinary talents. Unwilling to be ruled, they will gather in the abyss to form a detached king and must adhere to the barbarian heaven. Over time, a very strong chain of interests will be formed. .

What if the Chinese nation can also produce a few peerless martial arts wizards?
As long as he can enter the Abyss Castle, he is very likely to use violence to ascend to the top like Caesar!

It succeeded, slowly eroded the center of the empire, and finally achieved the recasting of China's glory!
Even if all the people of the ethnic group are killed, as long as there is still a kind of fire, in a hundred years or a thousand years, the prairie fire will be ignited again in China, and then only China will be left in the world, the truly supreme nation!
The more painful the fire, the more reborn you will be!
The deeper the Nirvana, the more magnificent the rebirth!
Therefore, peaceful surrender is the most correct choice.

His heart is sincere, and he will never regret it!
"I know that this land does not believe in ghosts and gods."

"But what about heaven?"

"You have to believe it."

Mei Shougeng opened his mouth quietly, then fell silent suddenly, and then spoke in a sharp and sonorous tone.

"The fault is Gu Chang'an's fault!"

"It was he who challenged the bottom line of the empire step by step, which led to the bloody revenge of the empire. If there is no him in the world, our nation would have given up resistance a few years ago."

"You think he is a hero, but in the eyes of this old man, it is he who brought the land of China into the quagmire, and he made the common people bear the wrath of heaven!"

The plain suddenly fell into boundless silence, and countless monks suppressed their rage, and their emotions almost lost control.

How can there be such a brazen person in the world? ?

"Yes, he is very heroic and great, but he also hurt the future of the nation. So what if you walk a hundred miles to ninety steps? After all, it is nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket. What is the difference between reaching the end and standing at the starting point?"

Mei Shougeng's old face was flushed red, this was indeed what he said from the bottom of his heart, and now he can finally express it.

Why resist?

Or with such a drastic and irremediable means?

Ruan Xian laughed, and said in a serious tone:
"From ancient times to the present, China will not be reduced to a slave to be slaughtered. Go back to the barbarian nest as soon as possible. If we sacrifice our lives, the nation will not be humiliated, the people will suffer, and civilization will be dusted."

"It's been like this since ancient times, isn't it right?" Mei Shougeng's voice was hoarse, pointing at the increasingly blazing light of Yanmen Pass, pointing at those tall and blurred figures, he roared angrily:
"Who can compete?"

Countless monks were silent, and a sense of powerlessness swept over their bodies.

Sit back and watch the barbarians show off their power in the territory, the humiliation, loss of dignity, and the pain in the heart are more painful than torture to torture their bodies.

……

far west.

A lonely city.

got windy.

(End of this chapter)