The wind roared, and the lonely city stood.

Outside the city, a blood-colored abyss blew corpse gas, and a wooden sword was stuck horizontally in the dried blood soil.

A bloody sword, to be exact!

It is soaked in the blood of the enemy, and it has a thick yin and evil atmosphere.

Gu Changan drew his sword and stood up, and the yellow sand swept in his line of sight automatically separated, as if it had been cut invisibly.

dragged the sword step by step, and the blade actually oozed dripping blood beads, which was extremely strange and solemn.

His speculation turned out to be correct.

Since killing enemies can become stronger, how can the power of a killing sword forged with the blood of the enemy be weak?

"Defend the city with me in the future." Gu Changan muttered to himself at the Blood Sword, and then walked back to the watchtower.

He slaughtered more than 2,000 enemies, and at the same time captured countless trophies, grain, baggage, dried meat, cloth, gold and silver, and all kinds of weapons.

In just one battle, the lonely city will not lack resources in the next two years, and even if it is rich, it will still dislike the poor taste of horse meat.

……

A few miles away, five monks are walking in the Gobi with camels, and one of them, a monk with a clear face, looks into the distance, a vague flag fluttering in the wind.

He suddenly knelt down and walked along the road in a kneeling position, his clear eyes as if they were red and moist.

"Think, don't do stupid things." A middle-aged monk with a high nose reminded in a low voice, and also subconsciously looked at the desert lonely city.

That kind of shock that goes deep into the soul can't be experienced at all if you don't see it with your own eyes.

The "devil" entrenched in the lonely city writes a page of history that has never been seen before or since.

Far away, the terrifying rumors of monster chaos were widespread, and they shuddered when they heard it, and deliberately prepared to make a detour.

But the closer you get to the lonely city, the truth gradually emerges, and you can hide the territory of seven thousand miles, but you can't deceive the nearby wilderness hunters.

Hold on to the lonely city for 60 years!

The only territory that the Shenzhou nation still occupies in the Western Regions!

The whole city was killed in battle, and no one surrendered, and a man named Gu Changan performed a miraculous feat, and he still stands at the head of the city.

When they first heard the hunters tell me, their hearts trembled, even though they were not people of Shenzhou except for speculation, but they were human beings!

People have emotional fluctuations.

In the face of such a shocking story, how can you be indifferent.

"Think, if you turn back, you will surely die." Another monk sternly warned.

On the way to the west, he was threatened by hundreds of officials along the way, all with the same content.

"Don't look back."

They know very well that the Seven Thousand Miles Adjudicator is worried that the news will spread, and whoever dares to touch this red line will die without a place to be buried!

Like a pious pilgrim, Speculative walked on his knees to the lonely city.

He used to worship Xuanzang the most.

Traveling west does not seek financial gain, and does not seek fame, but it is the supreme Dharma.

This is the noblest vow and the true power of faith.

But now in his heart, no one is greater than Gu Chang'an, the lonely city.

This is a perseverance that is a hundred times more desperate than death!

Getting closer and closer to the lonely city, I vaguely saw the white figure on the head of the city, so lonely and desolate.

"Retreat."

An indifferent voice came from the watchtower, drifting far away with the wind.

The rest of the monks did not dare to approach, but they still knelt down and said in a loud voice:

"Chen Shu, a person from the Central Plains, thinks in the name of the law, and bows to the donor."

Gu Changan was slightly stunned, after his grandmother died, he had never heard such a fluent and authentic Central Plains dialect, and he was a little silent for a while.

After a long time, he calmly said:

"No need to kneel, let's go."

After Si Li stood up, he quietly stared at the vicissitudes of the ancient Qiuzi City, the city walls were full of blood stains and arrow marks, and he couldn't find a complete and smooth place.

The land of Shenzhou fell into the abyss of chaos intertwined with blood and fire, and in the smoke of the last days when the mountains and rivers collapsed, the spirit of the former glorious Tang Dynasty has disappeared, and a lonely city far away in the Western Regions has survived forever!

This is the spiritual land of the Central Plains, and this man is the backbone of the nation!

Si Si had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say, how small he was in front of Gu Changan, and even ashamed and shameful.

The eldest husband was born in troubled times, not to mention the three-foot Qingfeng sweeping away the enemy, but he avoided the world and cultivated the Buddha far away from his homeland, and he had to grovel in the face of barbarians.

Gu Changan looked down at the other party, perhaps touched by his sincere tears, and he said softly:

"Retreat, this city has nothing to do with you, just do what you have to do."

Speculative silently took off the burden and built a simple ritual next to the abyss, without offering or altar, only reciting scriptures to surpass the soul of Anxi.

The rest of the monks were very knowledgeable first, and it was enough to look at Gu Chang'an, from the national level, he was always an enemy.

But this enemy was not a blue-faced fang, nor a fierce beast, but a handsome and gentle man.

If he is in the Holy City, if he is in the Central Plains, he should be a boy who is fluttering out of the dust, and he is a good couple favored by beautiful women.

is such a person, who is single to support a miracle and carry the willpower of the nation.

No wonder the adjudicator vowed to block the news, once it was reported, the world was afraid that it would be boiling!

"Don't chant the scriptures, they died without regrets in their lives, and they are also respected by ghosts in the underworld."

It seems that he has been lonely for too long, Gu Changan is not used to the broken thoughts of others, he continued:

"Tell me about the current situation in the eastern soil of Shenzhou."

Thinking and moving his lips, he wanted to say that he was afraid of the hero's despair, and when he thought about it, he had already lived in endless darkness, and he had long despised the threat of death, so how could he be afraid of despair.

"The Central Plains has been divided into seven countries, and the wars have not stopped every year, although the Tang Dynasty is nominally orthodox, but it is unable to command the common people."

"The barbarian country is invincible, occupying a vast territory, the seven countries can barely resist together, and in recent years, Xishu has taken the lead in being invaded ...... territory"

Hearing the sad tone, Gu Changan's eyes were unwavering, as he expected, the trend of history was completely subverted.

"Also, the Heavenly Dao Awakening Aura is revived, and the Barbarian Holy City is the birthplace ......"

Speculation said a lot, until Gu Changan was not interested in listening to it anymore.

Despite the mental preparation, the harsh reality is far more terrifying than the nightmare.

Looking at the monk's face full of tears, as if sensing what he was thinking, he said lightly:

"Let's go, you will definitely die when you go back, don't kill yourself."

"Living your life the way you like is the real hero."

"I like to defend the city, it seems that you like to respect the Buddha and seek the Dharma, so let's do it."

Si Xuan wiped the tears that remained in the corners of his eyes, and for a moment, he wanted to go back to the Central Plains of Shenzhou, he couldn't let the national hero be unknown.

But he doesn't even know the Dharma at all, how can he survive the layers of blockades.

"Donor, poor ...... The poor monk retired. ”

In the end, he pondered deeply, he was not a person who could bring hope to the lonely city, and he did not have the face to stay.

He left behind a small pagoda-like Buddhist shrine, which was obtained by chance in the Buddhist temple of the Holy City, and heaven and earth favored all things with spirits, and he believed that it was a Buddhist treasure.

Even if he tried his best, he wanted to do something for the lonely city.

"Okay." Gu Changan glanced at the Buddhist shrine next to the abyss.

Thinking silently walked away, several times I wanted to turn back and see the city again.

He hoped that Gu Chang'an's experience of darkness and all his persistence would eventually be duly rewarded one day in the future.

But he knew that this man might not be able to support it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and fall into the wind and sand.

"Heroes are immortal, the poor monk will not let the lonely city go unattended, as long as the poor monk is still alive, sooner or later the legendary deeds will resound all over the Shenzhou!"

Speculation and secret vows.