Changan.

In the imperial study, the blue yarn of the window lattice sways in the wind.

The empress in a floor-dragging phoenix skirt stood in front of the window, her beautiful face was confused.

She had never seen the man in the portrait, and the civil and military officials were also at a loss.

"Your Majesty, maybe the screen warlock has made a mistake." Pei Jingshu glanced at the portrait on the imperial case.

"Will she?" The empress looked sideways.

Pei Jingshu rejected the idea of skepticism.

Since the revival of the aura, Li Ping is the most talented astrologer in Shenzhou, and his ancestor is Li Chunfeng, who was regarded as a national teacher by Taizong.

"Who are you? Where are you? What have you done? After three questions in a row, the empress moved her red lips slightly, and her eyes were in a trance.

Pei Jingshu was silent.

At the moment when she received the news, she saw His Majesty for the first time with a long-lost smile, as if the glow of the sun had dispelled the haze that had lasted for many years.

It has been decades since the Anshi Rebellion, and the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty have only plummeted, and this is the only time it has risen.

"Spread the message, search within the territory, and go to each village." The empress's voice was clear.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes determined:

"If you are a hermit, I would like to learn from Liu Bei and invite him with sincere etiquette."

"If you don't want to be loyal to Li Tang, I can draft an edict and send him to a stage where he is willing to show his talents."

"Your Majesty......" Pei Jingshu frowned.

The empress's delicate jade cheeks did not fluctuate emotionally, and she whispered:

"The Central Plains civilization has suffered a catastrophe, how can I only care about the portal's private schemes?"

Pei Jingshu wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said respectfully:

"Yes."

"Shu'er, I really want to know what he did to wake up a pool of stagnant national fortunes."

The empress seemed to be talking to herself, and then turned her head to look at the portrait in a daze.

Pei Jingshu didn't answer, it's hard to say whether this man exists or not, but he does bring a glimmer of hope to the gloomy society of Datang, and also brings a trace of spiritual comfort to the tired and numb Majesty.

……

In a teahouse in Chang'an, the storyteller wakes up and slaps the table.

"It is said that Xue Rengui, the god of war, stood under the banner of the army in white, holding a halberd and shouting at the death squad to attack, and the Tang Dynasty bravely fought for his life, killing the Goryeo army trembling."

"Our descendants of Yan and Huang have never lacked those who sacrificed their lives and forgot their deaths, and it was these unfortunate people who stood in the way and did not retreat a single step."

There was silence.

The ranger took the case and interrupted impatiently:

"It's a story from hundreds of years ago, and I'm tired of hearing it!"

The tea guests bowed their heads one after another, and they didn't mean to reward the storyteller.

What's the use of dwelling on the glory of the past? It's not that he was oppressed by the alien barbarian dogs, and Xishu has lost thirty percent of its territory!

The people coincide with troubled times, how unfortunate, what I want to hear are the great heroes of the contemporary era, those blood-boiling feats that do not succumb to desperate situations!

The storyteller's face was pale, and it was difficult to beg for food.

The Ranger muffled:

"When a hero comes out, you will talk about it for three days and three nights, and with your clever mouth, you will be guaranteed to earn a two-room concubine!"

As he spoke, the sound of horses' hooves rumbled in the streets, and portraits drifted into the shops on the streets.

Everyone gathered around to see the excitement.

"Alas, I heard that he was the one who helped the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, but the court has searched all over the territory of Sanzhou, and there is no such person."

"The thief deceives people, and he is happy in vain."

"Storyteller, if there is really such a person, you are afraid that you will be so excited that you can't close your mouth."

The tea guests talked to each other, and although there were occasional jokes, their expressions could not hide their disappointment.

……

Far to the West, the official residence of the sanctioners.

Yue Jiuling was on crutches, her rough palms were crawling with earthworm-like blood vessels, and her face was wrinkled more like ugly bark.

In just a few months, she was so old that she stepped into a coffin with half a foot.

The soul had long since died in that lonely city, on the pile of ten thousand corpses.

"Monthly sanctions, have you decided?" Hu Yanjing, who was dusty, had a serious face.

"The inspector will come as soon as he comes, and the deity will intercept and kill him halfway." Yue Jiuling's face was expressionless.

"Kill Qincha?" Hu Yanjing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a fierce voice:

"If you dare to touch a hair of Qincha, the Yue clan is rebelling!"

"Is your dad scared?" Yue Jiuling sneered, and his face shrugged like a hideous demon.

The old witch is completely insane...... Hu Yanjing looked at her and said in a deep voice:

"Three Great Grandmasters, 12,000 soldiers, one of the most powerful weapons in the Empire, it is shameful and ridiculous for you to lose in the month."

poked at the sore spot, Yue Jiuling's old face distorted, and his crutches trembled violently.

"Make a decision." Hu Yanjing's face was cold, and he reminded again:

"Die alone to temporarily protect the Yue clan, my father asked the wizard, the large-scale slaughter of the people of the empire for no reason will cause evil, and evilness is best explained by the abyss turmoil."

Yue Jiuling trembled and roared:

"Massacre, in the words of the Eastern Tu Hannu, the old body is exhausted of the bamboo book of the South Mountain, and the evil of the waves of the East China Sea is inexhaustible!"

Hu Yanjing sighed in his heart, the so-called terrified old witch of the empire, compared to what his father did, what is it?

He forcibly controlled his emotions and said unhurriedly:

"In the face of interests, it doesn't matter whether you are cold-blooded or not, it is not an option at all."

"First, the evil spirit caused by the massacre is the cause of the change in the territory of 7,000 miles."

"Second, take the opportunity to eradicate those who know, your Yue clan is really reluctant to send the thousand cavalry who fled the battlefield back to the territory of Zhelansu in Mobei."

"Third, the corpses are stacked on the way to the lonely city, and the inspector must be taboo and eliminate the possibility of his investigation."

The atmosphere is as stiff as iron.

Yue Jiuling lowered her heavy eyelids, she agreed with the trick of the old man Huyan to cover the lid, and she didn't care about the lives of those innocent civilians.

But she doesn't want to die!!

In the event of a bloody massacre, her head would have to be sacrificed.

The empire will definitely be able to swallow up the Central Plains of China, achieve the supreme kingdom of God, and dominate the whole world!

As an eternal achievement, she actually fell off a cliff halfway up the mountain and fell to pieces?

No matter how dull Hu Yanjing was, he could see through the old witch's fear of death.

He could no longer suppress his anger, and scolded him head-on:

"Since ancient times, the general of the defeated army should apologize for his crimes, you have 10,000 troops to deal with one person, and you still have the face to live?"

"It's also for your good if you don't open the cover, once the lonely city is exposed, you will be exhumed and thrown away after you die, and the Yue family will be nailed to the imperial pillar of humiliation!"

Yue Jiuling's expression was sluggish, and she suddenly threw away her crutches and fell to the ground in silence.

Hahaha, how ridiculous.

She would have died in front of the two old dogs, Zhelan and Huyan.

It would have been nice if he hadn't received the letter of appointment at the beginning, and if he hadn't drunk the fatal blow of the Great Grandmaster on the battlefield, he should have drunk Gu Hannu's head now.

"Take care of the Yue family." Her face was as dead as ashes.

Hu Yanjing breathed a sigh of relief and cut the railway:

"Please rest assured!"

The chain of interests is tied to death and must be taken care of.

"The old body wants Hannu to be broken into thousands of pieces, and the old body wants Hannu to go to eighteen layers of hell!"

Yue Jiuling was almost pleading, and her voice was full of indescribable resentment.

All the sins should not be borne by her, it is the killer and the madman of the Central Plains!!

Hu Yanshou was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"If you go first, my father will definitely let Hannu vent his anger on you in the Netherworld."

Only by passing the test of the inspector will my father arrange the thunderous means of killing Hannu, and it will definitely not be to send the sanctioners deeper and deeper, but in a more cruel way!

"The old man arranges the aftermath." Yue Jiuling struggled to stand up and staggered away.

……

……

In Qiuzi City, nine more tombstones have been added to the cemetery.

The old and disabled women and children all looked sad, they were used to seeing too many deaths, but this time it was so painful to send away nine terminally ill relatives.

Infected with pestilence.

If there was no Buddha shrine in Chang'an to wash away the plague, the lonely city would be dead except for Chang'an.

Seven frail and sickly old women, two dolls less than ten years old, still did not survive this catastrophe and died in the torture.

"We tried our best to burn the corpses, but more than 10,000 brute dog corpses were burned for three days and three nights, and there was still a plague."

"Why ......"

"Didn't we win, Brother Chang'an obviously won."

A child was crying profusely, squatting in the graveyard and wailing.

"Don't cry." Carpenter Qin hugged the doll with one arm, tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

More than 10,000 barbarian dogs attacked the city, and he didn't collapse, but now he can't hold it anymore.

How desperate.

Obviously won!!

Chang'an fought an unprecedented victory, he created a miracle of war in Shenzhou, he killed more than 10,000 barbarian dogs alone.

But why should it be.

It's been hard to burn the carcass of the brute dog, why should there be a plague.

Why can't the heavens take care of it!

If we win a battle, we can't be happy, and there must be endless darkness?

Qin carpenter was in tears.

If there was no Chang'an, he would have been unable to hold on, and the burdens in this city would have long been determined to die.

But they can't die, all their relatives are dead, how lonely and sad Chang'an should be.

Chang'an defended the city on their backs, carried the territory of the Central Plains, and carried the spiritual beliefs of Chinese civilization.

But who will save him?

……

Thousands of miles of lonely city, a dead silence.

The sun is scorching, the sky is scarlet, and the smell of decay is everywhere, like the end of the world.

The red-robed man with his hair scattered walked sluggishly, and the world was quiet enough to hear the sound of his own footsteps.

He's like a clean zombie.

It doesn't die, and it's not human.

Gu Changan stepped into the air and fell into the abyss, the lush and bright peach blossom tree was gone, and only half a finger-sized branch remained, and no matter how much he raised it, he couldn't grow petals.

"Why should beautiful things leave me?"

Gu Changan's eyes were hollow, he wanted to see the blooming peach petals, he hoped that he could enjoy the bright colors all day long in his dead time, but no.

He finally ran out of energy.

Probably providence is like this, like that fight, what about doing everything you can?

He couldn't even save the lives of his loved ones, and there was no way for him to fight the darkness alone.

"It's me, I want to live like a human being."

Gu Changan tore his hair vigorously and screamed hysterically, the pain of his soul was far more terrible than a thousand scars on his body.

The city imprisoned him, and he tried to escape countless times, but every time he walked out of the city gates, he returned numb to the watchtower and repeated the rounds he had been doing for ten years.

"It's so tiring to be alive." Gu Changan laughed maniacally.

……

The caravan arrived at the border of seven thousand miles, all unclothed and unkempt, and almost half of them died on the way from an infected tongue wound.

Liu Shang, who was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, quietly stared at the majestic city wall, he was still alive.

With extraordinary willpower, he walked out of the seven thousand miles of nine deaths and his life.

At this moment, the city was overcrowded, all of them were merchants and men queuing, without exception, all of them were dumb.

"Quiet!"

A shout.

At the head of the city stood a burly general, who looked around at the miserable ants and smiled:

"Your Excellency has decided to hold a dust-washing banquet for you."

The city was dead silent, and the dumb man couldn't speak, but he didn't even wave his arms in response.

No one can be greeted with a warm face after their tongue is cut out.

"There is also compensation, please do not resent the sanctions."

There was another voice from the head of the city.

Suddenly, countless guys showed flattering smiles on their faces, as if their resentment had vanished, and they applauded.

The city gate was wide open, the crowd was crowded, Liu Shang was caught in it, and his heart fell to the bottom.

He didn't believe that the old witch would be so generous, but this was already a seven-thousand-mile border, and the old witch would never dare to kill people wantonly.

Along the way, he fought against the monstrous darkness with his physical body, Liu Shangyuan was far more cautious than ordinary people, and he would also use the greatest malice to speculate on the brute dog.

In half an hour, nearly 10,000 businessmen walked to the city square, and there was indeed an endless feast, and the fragrance wafted for miles.

Everyone pounced on food like hungry ghosts, and Liu Shang was in the most hidden corner of the square, hiding in the corner with his waist bent, and after observing the surrounding terrain, he ran all the way into the rows of toilets.

In the stinking cramped toilet, Liu Shang curled up in the corner and stayed like this.

For several hours, his body was almost numb and stiff, and he faintly heard the sound of his boots stepping on the sand and stones, and he gradually approached.

He looked at the two pedals, and although he probably thought too much, he couldn't afford to gamble!

With his thin body, he squeezed himself into the middle of the plank, and his whole body and head sank into the dung pit, and his expression did not change during the process.

The toilet door was kicked open, and the visitor glanced at it, and continued to kick down a toilet.

Liu Shang was almost suffocated, filthy things were all over his body, he didn't dare to squirm at all, and when he was close to drowning, he grabbed the wooden board and climbed up. ，

Spit out the stinky stuff in his mouth, Liu Shang stubbornly resisted the toilet door, and accepted the judgment of fate in fear.

For an hour and a half, the stench and hunger made him try to push open the toilet door and look out, the sky was raining, and blood was dripping on the ground.

Walking towards the square step by step, all the sight was scarlet, and tens of thousands of corpses were lying on tables and chairs.

The city was empty, except for Liu Shang's stumbling footsteps, like walking alone in hell.

He won the bet.

I won!!

The sky was raging with heavy rain, and the lonely city had never seen such a pleasant rain curtain, Liu Shang waved his arms, knelt on the ground and roared.

I won the bet!!

Chang'an, I'm going to go seven thousand miles, I'm not a coward in a lonely city.

Please be sure to live.

Certain.

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