Xiao Yi responded.

He seized Shu County, sat on an army of 400,000 people, and marched towards the countries like a mad beast.

Each time he conquered a small country, he recruited followers to inquire about the local faith.

There are those who believe in flames, those who believe in rivers, and those who believe in sacred horses......

The first small country he conquered, the god of the moon.

The local royal family was slaughtered.

He ordered the army to restrain tens of thousands of mad believers, and alone, stepped into the temple of the alien god.

He wore a golden crown, leather hair with military boots, leather gloves, and a black fox fur cloak that made him look handsome and beautiful, and Danfeng's eyes were a little gentle and smiling.

He learned the etiquette of the believers and worshipped the statue of the moon god nine times.

He raised his head, stared at the three-foot-tall statue of the golden moon god, and said softly: "I miss my wife very much, she left in a hurry, and I haven't had time to tell her that I love her for many, many years...... Can you bring her back to life? If you can bring her back to life, I, Xiao Daoyan, would like to use the wealth of the world as your incense offering, and I would like to lead the people of the world to be your believers. ”

The statue woman is beautiful and loving, quietly overlooking the people in the temple.

The cold wind poured into the treasure hall, the incense ash drifted with the wind, the hexagonal lantern swayed, and the bronze bell rang rapidly, setting off a different kind of silence.

Xiao Yi waited for a long time.

The so-called gods, did not respond to him.

He stared at the statue and hooked his lips.

He walked slowly to the side of the main hall.

In the delicate iron basin, a flame burns.

He lifted his leather boots and kicked the brazier to the ground.

The flames climbed the vast and intricate curtain and soon ignited the majestic palace.

"What kind of faith is a god who doesn't respond?"

The man scoffed.

He turned, and stepped out of the temple with a blank face.

Thousands of believers, watching their faith destroyed in the flames, screamed and fought with the army, only to be brutally suppressed.

Xiao Yi indifferently stepped on his horse and headed towards another small country.

In just four years, 39 expeditions.

He used Shu County as a base and invaded South Vietnam and nearby countries.

Where the iron horsemen trampled on no grass, the mountains and rivers were broken and rivers of blood flowed, and hundreds of people were displaced and exposed to the wilderness.

The faith of the nations collapsed because the gods did not answer the man's prayers.

The monks were forced to return to the laity, the Buddhist temple was deserted, and the large Buddha statue as high as 100 zhang was brutally chiseled.

The Taoist temple of Taoism was burned to the ground, and all the books about demons and gods in the world were burned.

The name "Xiao Daoyan" has become a taboo in the world.

No one dared to mention it, and the child cried when he heard it.

Everyone only knows that he wears a black fox fur cloak, carries a nine-foot Mo knife, and rides a black horse alone on a snowy horse, like a Shura demon on the battlefield.

He became a nightmare for the world.

Because of the raging war, the remaining countries that survived chose to take refuge in Dayong and decided to launch a final war and cooperate to kill Xiao Yi.

The nations consolidated their two million elite armies and began to move westward.

They surrounded Xiao Yi's 500,000 soldiers and horses.

That night, the songs of my hometown were heard everywhere.

The morale of the army is weakened.

The lights in the king's tent were dim, and the man was covered in wounds, but he sat indifferently and quietly wiped the Mo knife.

On the low table in front of him, there was a delicate and precious ceramic jar, which was carved with the pattern of hibiscus flower essence, which was her ashes, and he had always carried it with him all these years.

Nan Baoyi knelt beside Xiao Yi.

She stared at his scars and wanted to ask him if he had hurt for so many years.

She listened to the sound of the enemy's national anthem coming from outside the tent, and wanted to ask him if he was afraid.

A light is like a bean, jumping calmly.

Wordlessly, she rested her head on his shoulder.

Even after two lifetimes, you can still feel his temperature......

Ten bitter picked up the felt curtain and came in.

He arched his hand: "Master, Shen Xiaolangjun asks to see you." ”

Shen Yichao won the snow in white clothes and stepped into the king's tent.

He took off his hood, shook off the frost on his shoulders, and looked at Xiao Yi sadly: "I came from my aunt's tent. This time, the five national divisions, the five rulers, will reward your head with the title of Marquis of Wanhu and 100,000 taels of gold...... Xiao Daoyan, don't be obsessed, as long as you surrender, it will only end up being imprisoned for life by abolishing martial arts, why die? ”

He was originally Xiao Yi's military advisor.

It's just that this guy is really crazy, and he felt scared halfway, so he fled back to Dayong Chang'an overnight three years ago.

Xiao Yi finally polished the Mo knife shiny.

He glanced at the small ceramic altar, and his thin lips pursed a gentle smile: "If I fight, she still has the possibility of resurrection." If I surrender, there will be no one in this world who will go to the trouble for her and save her from hell. ”

"You're going to die!"

"I'm not afraid of death."

"You're a madman!"

Shen Yichao scolded.

He glared at Xiao Yi with hatred, and turned away angrily.

In the later battle, it was dark and corpses were strewn all over the field, and the flames of war burned for more than a month, burning almost all the nearby cities.

Most of the alliances of the countries were defeated, and Shen Jiang and many other families fled back to Chang'an overnight.

And Xiao Yi's army of 500,000 only has a few horsemen left.

Gu Chongshan led the elite from the north to end the war.

At this time, the world had already been destroyed by war, the fertile land was overturned, the grain was not harvested, the commercial town was barren, and there was not one strong man left.

The two witnessed the miserable scene and returned to Jinguan City in silence.

Because it is her hometown, it is also the only city that has been well preserved during the war.

When passing through the city gate, an old Taoist priest rode a green ox by.

He put down the flute on his lips and counted Xiao Yi: "After several years of retreat in the mountains, the heavens and the earth have been overturned, and you are a sinner." ”

Xiao Yi fell off his horse.

He lifted his brocade robe and knelt straight in front of the old Taoist, his lips pale: "Please give advice." ”

"If you are willing to give up, you will be willing to give up, and you will have to get it. Go and atone for your sins. ”

The old Taoist blew the shepherd flute and walked away indifferently like a willow leaf.

Xiao Yi recruited his subordinates to investigate, only to know that the old Taoist was a traveling Taoist priest from Shu County, and now he temporarily lives in Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Temple.

He and Gu Chongshan came to the foot of Qingcheng Mountain non-stop.

Twilight will sink.

Xiao Yi reverently kowtowed step by step, and finally came to the Laojun Pavilion before midnight.

Gu Chongshan had already arrived early.

He stood in the treasure hall, looking up at the tall statue of the old monarch alone.

On the beam of the treasure hall, a huge lotus palace lamp was hung, and the soft glow that sprinkled reflected his eyebrows.

He said: "Qin Tianjian once said that there are still three hundred years left in the Northern Wei Dynasty. I, Gu Chongshan, am willing to use the 300-year national fortune of the Northern Wei Dynasty to exchange her life for the way of heaven. ”

Lotus Palace lamp, swaying gently.

The bronze wind chimes under the eaves make a subtle sound in the night.

Outside the treasure hall, a few bushes of flowers danced, and a small hibiscus was withering and falling from the branches.

Xiao Yi was dumbfounded: "I will use the Ziwei Emperor throne to exchange her for a new life, spend a good full moon, and be a beautiful person in the palm of her life." ”

The Lotus Palace lamp swayed like a tide of light and shadow.

The bronze wind chimes gradually rushed to the top.

The falling hibiscus flowers flew back to the branches and turned into flower bones.

The stars shifted rapidly.

The horses killed in battle galloped again, and the blood in the field flowed back into the soldiers' bodies.

The collapsed Buddha statue was remodeled into faith, and the violently burned scriptures returned intact to the hands of the believers.

The dry riverbed gushes out of the endless river.

The withered fields of crops grow green barley.

Years of war erased from the annals of history like a hurricane, and the terrifying memories of being dominated by Xiao Daoyan and his army gradually turned blank in the world.

In the Qingming season, the spring rain in Jinguancheng continues.

Nanfu Jinyi Pavilion.

The little girl in the year of the golden hairpin lay on the bamboo couch by the west window and slowly opened her eyes.

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