Temple of the Celestial Gods.

Under the corridor of the palace, Hu Yanshou stood sluggishly, giving birth to bursts of vertigo on the cliff.

The knife is not alone.

He's dead......

"The sword ghost of the imperial abyss, where is my sword ghost?"

The sharp questioning was like thunder in the dead and silent hall.

"Enlightenment...... Under the crown, the old minister was puzzled. Hu Yanshou trembled.

The golden mask came into view, and the barbarian emperor looked down on him condescendingly, and said word by word:

"Pretend to be confused!"

Suddenly, he shouted angrily:

"No matter how dare you lie, there is such a stone!"

The barbarian emperor strode back, the sacrificial dragon robe fluttered, and smashed his fist into a stone pillar in the hall.

There was a loud "bang", and the stone pillar turned into powder.

Hu Yanshou shuddered.

"As far as I know, the sword ghost came to you before he left the Holy City, what did you instruct him to do!"

The Barbarian Emperor was grossly furious, and his tone was solemn.

The great empire has lost a peak of enlightenment, and the sword ghost cannot die in vain!

"I know you want to rebel." The barbarian emperor suddenly bent down, and a pair of heavy pupils without the whites of his eyes stared at Hu Yanshou quietly.

Hu Yanshou was so frightened that his soul went out of his body, and for a moment, he really wanted to reveal everything and the plate.

He was so tired, the lonely city was crumbling, but the Han slave held it up, and created one miracle after another.

How could Dao Bugu die, it seems that no matter what kind of existence, as long as he steps into the imperial cemetery, he will be crushed and chopped alive by the Han slaves.

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped, the barbarian emperor waited quietly.

Recently, the Inquisitor has been in a trance, and there must be a secret hidden from the gods.

At this moment, the guards approached and respectfully presented the secret letter.

The barbarian emperor took it and flipped through it, his breath gradually became gloomy, and he said in a deep voice:

"Tang Guogao Chaoen entered the Yumen Pass and died violently after becoming a saint."

Hu Yanshou came back to his senses from the frightened nightmare, and kowtowed to his knees, all sad:

"The old minister is guilty, and he is willing to be killed."

It turned out to be a gelding dog who ran away!!

"Say!" The barbarian emperor's anger gradually subsided.

Although it is also a shame to exchange one for one, the empire has the favor of heaven, and it is only a matter of time before the abyss pours out of the enlightened people, and one less person dies in the eastern soil.

"The old minister learned that Gao Chaoen secretly visited Yumen Pass, and he was worried that this gelding dog had a plan, so he begged the sword ghost to go to the town to kill, but he never thought about ......it."

"It's the old minister who trespasses, but the old minister is full of glory for the empire."

At the end of Hu Yanshou, he reaffirmed his mind, and tears flowed down his old face.

He didn't fake crying, but the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time completely exploded.

A eunuch who is famous for his cowardice and running away is willing to die for Gu Chang'an.

Guy that Hannu carries the most tenacious spirit of the Dongtu people, and once exposed, it will set off hundreds of millions of waves in the deep sea.

At that time, how excited and excited Dongtu was, how angry and panicked the Great Barbarian Empire was.

His fate will be unimaginably tragic.

Looking at Hu Yanshou's sad appearance of tears, the barbarian emperor couldn't bear it, and said softly:

"Aiqing, please get up, I won't blame you."

You're going to cut me with a thousand cuts...... Hu Yanshou is sobbing and sobbing, if he goes back to a year ago, he will definitely lift the lid, but now he is stuck in the quagmire and can't get out.

"Let's go back." The barbarian emperor waved his robe sleeves and drove to the abyss.

Hu Yanshou walked out of the Ninefold Palace reluctantly, and a carriage stopped beside him.

"Dad, it's fine if you're okay." Hu Yanjing had palpitations.

Hu Yanshou silently stepped into the carriage.

"Lonely city, Gu Chang'an, is the old man's catastrophe, and he can't get through it......"

He burst out laughing wildly, hoarse as if he were howling, and Sen Senran was echoing.

Hu Yanjing's face was gloomy, and the Han slave in the lonely city had become bizarre and like a demon in his heart.

"Find the Witch Buddha." Hu Yanshou's old eyes were round, and he grabbed the last life-saving straw when he was about to drown.

"The four greedy Buddhas?" Hu Yanjing's expression changed suddenly, as if he was talking about some great terror.

Witchcraft is not tolerated by Buddhism, what is witch Buddha, is the outer saint and inner demon, the most cruel and vicious symbol in the world.

"Dad, do you know the reward for Wu Buddha's move!" He screamed suddenly, realizing that his voice was too loud and silent, but his expression was extremely distorted.

Hu Yanshou was exhausted, and slowly squirmed his lips:

"It's nothing more than the money and land accumulated by the family, give it all to them."

"After the defeat is exposed, the nine clans will be confiscated."

Hu Yanjing drank blood with his heart, and the family money that he had worked hard to save from generation to generation was easily given to the Wu Buddha like this, how could he not be painful.

As my father said, when the lid is lifted, not to mention the money, even the ancestral grave has to be dug up.

"One last time."

Hu Yanshou rarely calmed down, and if he failed again this time, he had no ability to struggle.

"Dad, I have a bad feeling." Hu Yanjing was terrified, he was about to despair.

Why can a person burst out with such shocking power?

Dongtu uses "Yugong moves mountains, Jingwei reclamation" to describe perseverance, as long as you pay the price, you can always do something.

But that Hannu is like the sea that will never dry up, and there will never be a boundless mountain in sight.

"Resign to fate."

Hu Yanshou closed his eyes and recuperated after speaking, perhaps because he didn't want to expose the weak tears in his eyes in front of his own son.

With Li Ping's divination and Gao Chaoen's death, the Central Plains is getting closer and closer to the truth, sooner or later.

Whether he kills Gu Changan or not, the end is already doomed.

……

Jinling Academy.

The Qinhuai River is full of people, and the lantern boats are floating on the river.

The master retracted his gaze, looked at the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, and said lightly:

"I know what you're here for."

The envoy fixed his mind and gave a deep blow:

"I beg the Master to go out of the mountain."

The study fell into a long silence.

The envoy said succinctly:

"The Jade Gate Pass will only lead to three places, the Barbarian Holy City, Mobei and the Western Regions."

"Since Dao Bugu has left the Holy City, it can be ruled out."

"Li Ping spied on the west wind, in the stars, Mobei does not blow the west wind, let alone the wind in the west."

"Only the Western Regions are left, where Gonggong Gao died, and the portrait man is there."

The master listened quietly, but did not comment.

This should be the empress's analysis, and he also agrees.

"Ask the saint to go to the Western Regions and bring back the portrait person." The envoy stepped forward and pleaded.

"I'm sorry." The master shook his head, "As soon as I move, there will be butchers in the barbarians who hunt the scholars. ”

The envoy was emotional, his voice was no longer respectful, and he said in a deep voice:

"Jinling singing and dancing, maybe the portrait is suffering in the Western Regions, since he is a martial arts saint in the Central Plains, why not lend a hand?"

"What did the master say when he stood in the academy thirty years ago?"

"Shenzhou, regardless of the old and the young, the noble and the low, will work together to pour the water of the Yellow River, break the waves of the East China Sea, conquer the land of Hulu, exterminate the cave of the Japanese slaves, beg the people who bully me, and kill the barbarians!"

"The sea is crossing, the body is worthy of it, the corpses are covered all over the field, only the soul can be relied on!"

The elegant old man's eyes were in a trance, and he said softly:

"Isn't it precisely for ordinary people like them to live in peace when they work together to fight against the barbarians?"

"For Gao Chaoen to be willing to die, it should be the Li Tang bloodline left behind in the Western Regions, with excellent talent, and it is expected to carry Li Tang Dading."

"It can be for the benefit of the Li family, and the old man will not obey his fate."

The corners of the envoy's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was cold: "Isn't Li Tang's bloodline the people of Shenzhou?" ”

The Master looked at the lake from afar and sighed:

"What about martial arts geniuses? Can a precarious civilization be saved? Can you drive out the invincible barbarians? ”

"If my death is exchanged for the recasting of glory in the land of China, I am also willing to return to heaven and smile at Jiuquan!"

When they reached the realm of saints, they all felt powerless, and the situation of the collapse of the Divine Continent was not something that a few martial arts saints could save.

In this terrible age, in this unbearable era, a miraculous spirit is needed, a will that can radiate brilliant brilliance in the cracks of the cliff.

If he exists, he will travel millions of miles and spend his entire life going.

The Confucian in the robe wearing a bamboo crown walked into the study and said categorically:

"Gao Chaoen has been loyal to the Li family all his life, and he will only die for the heirs of the Li family, and the portrait person will help the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty, isn't it enough to prove that he is the blood of the Li family?"

"When the master leaves the academy, the monsters entrenched in the bottom of the Yangtze River will choose people to devour, is it worth it for a Li family Tianjiao?"

"A martial arts wizard is definitely not the hope of the nation's rejuvenation, please go back."

The envoy turned his head away and left silently.

He also subconsciously believed that the portrait man was the blood of the Li family, otherwise how could he lead the national fortune, and how could he let Gonggong Gao sacrifice his life to protect him.

But His Majesty always believed that it was a candle in the black room of the Central Plains, but His Majesty's words were not enough to convince the top of the countries to take the risk of going to the hinterland of barbarians.

Before, Sun Ge, the Duke of Yanguo, refused, and the Duke of Qin of Eastern Wu politely refused, and now even the respected master of Shenzhou should not either.

Only the Chinese spirit is worth paying with their lives.

……

Yumen Pass, a bustling town on the border.

A few grizzled horse breeders sat under the tea-shop, chatting about their future lives, and when the skinny, skinny, sunken-cheeked man approached, they looked disdainful.

"Phew, brute!"

The dog has a braided tail, a bearded hat, and two towels on his shoulders.

Liu Shang poured tea silently, letting them cast disgusted and sarcastic looks.

After going through so much, his heart has long been as hard as iron, and no amount of humiliation and pain can destroy it.

Three days ago, he climbed to Yumen Pass, he has seen a lot of people from the Central Plains, and he also had tears in his eyes at the moment he saw the Beiliang flag, and the spring breeze of Shenzhou blew, making the unattainable dream come true.

But he's going to have to be patient!!

How absurd and sad it must be to walk a full ninety-nine steps and not fall down at the last step.

Are the few ordinary people running for life in front of you worthy of trust? Was it worth it for him to hand over the note in his clothes?

Liu Shang didn't dare to bet.

It's all on your own.

Seven days later, when the city gate is opened, he will be able to truly step into the land of China, and the story of 63 years will be revealed to the world, and the man who stands up to the sky will also be imprinted in the glorious history and become a monument that can never be bypassed in the history of Shenzhou.

He stared at the distant reeds and whispered, "The Central Plains is so beautiful." ”

……

Lonely city, another tomb has been added to the grave forest.

Gu Changan stared at the tombstone, holding a peach blossom in his hand, the petals were crowded one after another, and the branches were full of clusters, exuding a faint fragrance.

"I was about to sink in the long night, but I suddenly saw a ray of light, and I would embrace the darkness until I died."

He folded a peach petal and placed it in front of the grave, and then walked out of the grave without hesitation.

When he was dozens of steps away from the watchtower, Gu Changan planted peach branches in the loess, not nourished by the abyssal evil qi.

He was willing to go mad.

The kind of heaven and earth qi that made him mentally crazy had not yet dissipated, and he would go to the source hundreds of miles away and refine it thoroughly.

More powerful abilities can hold this lonely city.

"Chang'an, what are you doing?" Carpenter Qin was holding a pot of wine and was about to pay tribute to the father-in-law, but saw Gu Changan planting peach blossoms in the yellow sand.

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you, the peach blossom branch is my soul pillar, and I will be a little sober when I see it."

"In the future, clothes and meals will be placed next to the peach tree, don't come to the watchtower, remember to tell those naughty dolls, don't come near me."

Gu Changan was chattering while filling the peach branches.

Carpenter Qin was stunned, followed by unspeakable sadness.

"Hmm." He pursed his lips.

Just bringing a little fleeting hope was enough for Chang'an to break free from despair and continue to hold the torch firmly high.

If there was no Gao Gonggong, Chang'an might have been relieved, but because of Gao Gonggong, Chang'an still had to support in the dark.

It seems that no matter what, it is still this child who suffers.