Carpenter Qin walked around the city wall, and finally sat at the city gate, staring blankly at the desert.

"Grandpa, where has Brother Gu gone?" Children with pigtails sat side by side, handing over a slimy gummy.

Carpenter Qin didn't speak, and put the sugar in his mouth.

"I don't like that new grave." The child's mouth was pursed, and his dark face was full of grievances.

"Why?"

"I can't tell." The child shook his head and wept in the wind.

"Luoyang!" Carpenter Qin wiped the tears on the baby's face and said softly:

"That father-in-law Gao is also a member of our Anxi, and he died heroically for the lonely city."

The juniors in the city are named after the Central Plains, but they are also the last batch of dolls, and Chang'an is carrying the city alone, so the dolls don't have to spend their teenage years in the city.

"Why did he come, why did he come alone." A young boy named Luoyang took out the gummies in his mouth and pinched them into the shape of a sword.

Carpenter Qin was silent.

Yes, if Gonggong Gao didn't bring hope, Chang'an should be relieved, and if he stepped into the Western Regions with a million male army, it would be more complete.

"Grandpa, will we go to the Central Plains in this life?" Luoyang raised his little face and asked.

"Yes!" Carpenter Qin's voice was firmer than ever.

Sixty-three years after being cut off from the news, the first Central Plains court figure came to the lonely city of the Western Regions, and when the faint dawn came, it was not far from dawn.

He may not be able to wait, but Luoyang will definitely be able to wait.

"When I get to the Central Plains, I want to eat osmanthus cake, shouldn't I be greedy?" Luoyang looked excited, and often heard the older generation talk about it, and he was hungry to death.

"And Brother Gu, let's go to the school together, he doesn't read and understands a lot of big truths, but he hasn't said it for a long time."

Luoyang chatters, the child's wish is so simple, a beautiful private school, don't taste the salty sand.

Qin wood's ingenuity is like a knife cutting.

His already numb heart was pierced by a word.

Changan...... I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Chang'an.

Carpenter Qin didn't understand what heaven and earth qi was, but when the peach blossom branches were planted in the city, when Chang'an said the sentence "I'm afraid that I will hurt you", he knew that this bitter child was going to sink in the night.

After sixty-three years of suffering and waiting, it is likely that victory will be ushered in, but on the eve of victory, Chang'an will become a madman.

There is no more desperate thing in the world than this, he is about to win, he is about to come out of the darkness, but his soul has been stuck in the darkness.

"Grandpa, don't cry." Luoyang leaned over to help him wipe his tears, and said firmly:

"No matter how many barbarian dogs come, Brother Gu can be hacked to death with one sword, until the arrival of the Central Plains army."

Carpenter Qin's eyes were red, and he walked back to the city with the doll.

……

In the stinky desert, the red-robed figure walked slowly with a pot of wine, and the hanging wooden sword followed him like a shadow.

Within sight, hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses were stacked, with severed limbs and skulls, corpses and bones filling the ravines, and blood stains covering the loess.

"It's a great place." Gu Chang'an bowed.

The qi that made him crazy became more and more intense, probably the qi of innocent injustice, and the refining into the body was like a small spear piercing into the head one by one.

Gu Changan was indifferent and poured himself a drink:

"I respect my frivolity when I was ten years old, my hesitation when I was twenty years old, and my openness now."

"Slash!"

Putting aside the wine jug, the blood sword slashed down, and the sword qi enveloped the earth like a dense spider web, actually caring for the bones of every barbarian citizen.

Yes, Gu Changan wants to refine all the evil qi without missing a trace.

Either don't do it or never do it.

The Central Plains should be coming soon, before dawn breaks, the barbarian will definitely have the fastest attack, he must use his strength to hold on, and he can't lose his territory before the end.

It doesn't matter if he goes crazy and dies, it is enough to hand over the lonely city to the Central Plains intact, which is enough to have no regrets.

The sky and the earth were shrouded in black mist, and the most cruel evil qi in the world was steaming, obscuring the breath of the blood sword, and the dusk desert was like a dark night.

"Ahem......" Gu Changan coughed violently, his vision gradually blurred, and he seemed to see another self.

The scholar in Chang'an City, who is not beautiful but gentle and kind, has a chic small mansion with a peach blossom tree planted in front of the house, and is not rich and noble in this life, but there is no disease and no disaster.

"This is what I wanted when I was a child, and I couldn't fulfill it in my life."

Gu Changan endured the pain of peeling the bones and skinned them, curled up in the center of the bones, and poured evil qi into him.

"I just want to be ordinary." He shouted hysterically why he was so pitiful.

Raw, can't be controlled.

He didn't want to be born in a lonely city in the Western Regions, the blood-red city wall blocked all of him, he was a puppet coerced by national beliefs, and he was a fool who was ignored by the Central Plains of China.

Dead, can't be controlled.

You can't die if you want to.

"Why am I a monster!" Gu Changan looked at the blood flowing all over his body, looked at his clean palms, and obviously had countless wounds, but there was not even a faint scar.

I've always been like this, my abdomen has been cut out and my intestines can be stuffed back, my skull has been pierced by arrows, and there is no trace of pulling it out, and I'm actually a monster defending the city.

But I don't want to do that!!

It seems that when people are about to collapse, they will have three options: immediately escape, give up thinking, and decide to go crazy.

Gu Changan was on the verge of thinking, his soul was resisting the invasion of evil qi, but his body was frantically absorbing, the black fog between heaven and earth was gradually thinning, and he was suffering the pain of tearing every piece of skin at the same time.

So, I decided to go crazy.

With itself as the carrier, the evil qi accumulated by more than ten years of killing blends with the mad qi.

Fusion!

A character who has never left the old world, but has imprinted the world with wisps of qi that belong to him.

Rumble!

The tornado swept up the sand and rocks, like a roaring yellow dragon ascending to the sky, and the desert ushered in a rare blizzard in a century.

The sky seems to be cracked, the snow seems to never end, but it only lands in a radius of ten miles, and the outside is a barren land that stretches for thousands of miles, but here is like a white and vast ice and snow world.

Standing still in a red robe, Gu Changan's demeanor was no longer distorted, and his cold eyebrows and eyes became calm for the first time.

It's just that the shawl's long hair is all white.

It's not snow falling.

The cold swept in, the white hair was dancing in the wind, and the heavy snow covered the rotting corpse, Gu Changan stared at the black eagle circling in the sky in a daze.

"You crow, why do you look at me twice?"

The black eagle looked down on the severed limbs that had not been submerged in the snow, and it just wanted to feast on the corpse.

"You want to send a message, you want to lead the barbarians to attack the city, right? You want to take my life, don't you? ”

"Hmph, naïve!"

Gu Changan shook his wrist, the blade of the sword rose to the ground, and the black eagle fled, but it was still pierced by the sword qi and fell miserably to the Gobi Desert.

It doesn't understand, what's wrong with being gluttonous?

Seeing this, the flocks of goshawks hissed, Gu Changan continued to repeat the action of swinging the sword, and shouted angrily:

"No one wants to destroy my home! You don't want to secretly report the military situation. ”

A sword slaughtered, looking at their corpses, Gu Changan stood up contentedly.

"Go home."

The ice and snow melted, the world was dead and silent, and the lonely city was getting closer and closer, and the white-headed and red-robed man finally found his childlike innocence and happiness, bouncing in the yellow sand, muttering obscure and melodious songs in his mouth.

……

Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall, nine black stone pillars stand, and there is a crack in the sky above the pass.

In the evening, the warriors of Beiliang and Youyan entrenched here to practice, decades ago the great changes in the way of heaven, the origin of the revival of aura in the Central Plains is Yanmen Pass.

Although it is less than one-twelfth of the barbarian abyss, it is also the hope left by the thief God for Chinese civilization.

At this moment, the countless warrior rangers in Guan Pass were dumbfounded, and there was a thick shock in their eyes.

Someone created their own gas machine!

"Cruel, murderous, ...... destruction" The Great Grandmaster of Beiliang stared at the crack, catching the fleeting breath.

What kind of terrible talent is this?

What kind of killer is this??

"Saint!" Some of the rangers noticed the black-robed old man coming from the sky.

It is Youyan Gongsun Ge, one of the nine saints of the Central Plains.

The old man's inky brows furrowed deeply, he was cultivating in the Great Wall, and he immediately noticed the brand-new qi machine.

Since the great changes in the Heavenly Dao, whether it is Confucianism, Buddhism, or even the evil qi of the blood, or even the evil qi, it is all the existence of heaven and earth, and each martial artist only needs to choose one or a few paths.

Special such as Dongwu Qin Gong, with the sound of the piano into the sanctification, in fact, is just a derivation of aura.

And Li Bang, the empress of the Tang Dynasty, turned domineering to the royal road, and a girl who vowed to become the first in the world took the initiative to take over the burden of the emperor, which is nothing more than the transformation of aura to dragon qi.

But the sudden appearance of a brand-new qi machine means that someone has created their own cultivation path, and it is not even an aura.

There was a dead silence at Yanmen Pass.

Countless martial artists are still immersed in the shock and can't extricate themselves, although the great changes in the Heavenly Dao have only been a few decades, there are many amazing geniuses in the world, but no one has ever been able to "create their own".

This is not only a peerless talent, but also an unprecedented courage, the supreme courage to dare to compete with the Heavenly Dao!

"Fear ...... Heaven"

"Or will man conquer the sky?"

Many warriors are at a loss, and the pioneers are famous in history, who is it?

If this person finally walks through this path, then he will be the originator of this wisp of qi, which is equivalent to opening a heavenly gate for the martial artists in the world.

"What do you think, saint? Will it be from the Central Plains? A swordsman looked at the black-robed old man hanging in the air.

After saying that, even he felt ridiculous, except for the barbarian abyss favored by the Heavenly Dao, where could he cultivate such an astonishing talent?

Gongsun Ge didn't say a word, was silent for a long time, and sighed:

"Hope is, fear is."

The warriors looked at each other, and the atmosphere at Yanmen Pass became depressing.

They personally felt the cruelty, ruthlessness and misanthropy contained in that wisp of qi, if it was really a Central Plains person, how should they look at it?

This path is destined to be a more terrifying killing preach than the devil, and he will be a disaster for national civilization!

Gongsun Ge waved his sleeves and left, all the way south, to Jinling City of Chu State.

……

Bronze temple.

The barbarian emperor is on the throne, and the sun outside the window shines on the golden mask, reflecting the brilliant light.

"In March, the empire attacked Xishu again, and this time it vowed to be swallowed up in one fell swoop!"

The twelve judges of the round table bowed their heads one after another.

Xishu is the barrier of the Central Plains, and this piece of fat must be swallowed into the mouth, and then wait for the Western army to clean up the remnants of Byzantium, and then point to the hinterland of Shenzhou to create a supreme kingdom of God!

"What will we do with Hannu then?" The Barbarian Emperor asked.

A blue-eyed and white-bearded inquisitor said lightly:

"Leave land to slaughter."

The words are cold and bizarre, and many of the inquisitors are creepy.

O genocidal policy!

"Carl, it's too much." The Barbarian Emperor's tone was angry.

Whitebeard's expression was humble, but his tone did not back down at all, and he said in a deep voice:

"The Central Plains civilization has always been the best at assimilation, for example, a few colleagues in the hall drink tea all day long, this is a typical example of the Central Plains culture wreaking havoc in the holy city, and its influence has spread to the center!"

"No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to assimilate the butcher's knife!"

The words were suspicious of yin and yang, and at the end of the eyes, he glanced at Hu Yanshou and others.

"Carl, Ann dares to be presumptuous!" The Barbarian Emperor scolded angrily, "Don't forget history! ”

Whitebeard died down.

That's right, before the great changes in the way of heaven, many of the ancestors here were the little brothers of the Central Plains, and the culture of the whole clan had been deeply imprinted in China, and it was difficult to correct it.

"This matter will be discussed later." The barbarian emperor did not dare to make a hasty decision.

Such a major decision must be made with great caution.

But Karl is not without reason, the Central Plains civilization is good at assimilation, and it is not enough to enslave alone, but also to completely subvert thousands of years of cultural customs.

If it is difficult to implement, then there is only land to be slaughtered!

I have to say that he is already imagining the great feat of creating the Supreme God Kingdom with his own hands.

At this time, the sound of light footsteps entered the main hall, and a skinny old woman in a wedding dress entered without notice, wearing a cross around her neck and stepping on two lotus flowers under her feet.

"Alice." The Barbarian Emperor stood up from his throne with a hint of respect.

"Your Majesty, the abyss is changing, and someone has created their own qi machine." The old woman in the wedding dress was concise and to the point.

Hearing the word "someone", Hu Yanshou's scalp was numb.

It can't be a lonely city slave, right?

Don't blame him for being sensitive, he was really tortured to the point of insanity.

"Oh?" The barbarian emperor's tone was shocked, a pair of pupils flickered, and urged:

"Go on."

"It is a kind of killing and evil qi machine, fleeting, since the revival of aura, the only self-created wizard in the world."

The old woman in the wedding dress pulled the corners of her stiff mouth, and her wrinkled eyelids faintly conveyed excitement.

The judges of the round table could not hide their horror, the word "only" contained too much gold!

"Congratulations to the Heavenly God, congratulations to the Supreme God Kingdom, God bless the Holy City, God bless the Holy City!"

The white-bearded Karl smiled from ear to ear, and the empire had another martial arts pride, which was gratifying!

As a high-powered judge, the so-called Tianjiao is also an ant in his eyes, but he dares to create his own qi machine, which is worthy of respect!

"Congratulations." The old woman in the wedding dress moved her lips.

"Rejoice, rejoice!!"

The barbarian emperor waved his dragon sleeves and took the throne.

A frontier and wild land, occupying seventy percent of the world's territory for decades, relies on the spirit of pioneers, and it is the courage to be the first!

Hu Yanshou showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, but fortunately no one noticed him.

Hearing the "killing", he was almost sure that it was Gu Chang'an, who was in the lonely city!

"Your Majesty, the stargazing platform is peeping, this person is in the Western Regions." The old woman in the wedding dress said goodbye.

Hu Yanshou looked numb.

Accidental?

No surprises!

What is a self-created gas machine? That Hannu alone stationed in the lonely city in the dark and desperate situation, and killed through the great array of ten thousand armies alone, what miracle can compare to this?

"The Western Regions?"

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The barbarian emperor didn't speak, but his hand patted the armrest of the throne.

"Your Majesty, the Central Plains spies have sent back several secret letters, saying that Li Tang's bloodline has been lost in the Western Regions, could it be him?"

Inquisitor Isken's voice was serious, and it was not clear that a happy event was about to turn into a funeral.

"It should ...... Probably not, right? Hu Yanshou vetoed.

"The Western Regions?" The Barbarian Emperor stood up and paced.

"Zhe Lansu didn't complete his term of office, Yue Jiuling, an old witch, slaughtered 650,000 innocent people at every turn, the sword ghost fell, Gao escaped and returned to the sky, and now he has made a genius who created his own qi machine."

"The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong."

The Barbarian Emperor suddenly turned his head, and a pair of pupils tightly locked on the pale Hu Yanshou.

The rest of the inquisitors looked at him in unison.

The two adjudicators were unlucky, so they called for longevity and promotion, and the key knife was not lonely because he received his instructions before going to the Western Regions to intercept and kill Gao Chaoen.

Why did Hu Yanshou want to kill Gao Chaoen, did he know any secrets?

Peeling off the cocoon, he can't get rid of it.

The barbarian emperor approached, propped up the round table with his hands, and said calmly:

"Huyan Aiqing, you've been in a bad state lately, is it because of the Western Regions?"

"Your Majesty ......" Hu Yanshou smiled bitterly, and continued to hold on anxiously in his heart:

"The old minister was exhausted by family affairs, and besides, the knife is not alone, I have already explained it to you."

"Really?" The barbarian emperor was suspicious, but it was impossible to punish the top echelons of the empire for the slightest suspicion.

Seeing that the situation was slipping in the worst direction, Hu Yanshou quietly pinched his hand with his fingernails, calming the severe pain before he spoke:

"The old minister swore to the sky that if there was half a word of deception, the nine clans would be beheaded!"

The corners of the judges' mouths twitched, and the methods of the old horseman to show his loyalty were too ruthless.

The barbarian emperor bowed his head and said in a deep voice:

"I sent a thousand heavenly god iron horsemen to the territory of seven thousand miles, vowing to find out, why did Yue Jiuling slaughter, is it really because of the accidental killing of the county lord?"

"Your Majesty!" Hu Yanshou is respectful.

He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown!

The Celestial Iron Rider has a special communication method, as long as it reaches the Western Regions, it is all over.

No one could save him, fate sounded the death knell for him, and the head on his neck was about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Hu Yanshou's limbs were cold, not so much terrifying, but sad.

Stuck in the mire, suffocated, unable to struggle.

But what followed was a thrill, like the wind blowing in your face when you fell into hell.

Living in fear and despair is really better than liberation.

"Your Majesty, what if this person is really the so-called Li Tang bloodline?" Inquisitor Karl asked.

The barbarian emperor didn't care, and said lightly:

"The collapsed Divine Continent Continent, how could it be recast because of a martial arts genius? The empire favored by the heavens will not decline because of a certain person. ”

"Let's think he will be holy in the future, but saint? The abyss is built in two years! ”

Everyone bowed their heads.

There is only one thing that affects the rise and fall of two civilizations -

Spiritual will!

Only faith is supreme!

The so-called grasshopper shakes the tree, and the weak grasshopper unites to not necessarily cannibalize the giant tree in the sky, but the key is to have a unique grasshopper that can guide the spirit of the grasshopper army.

Nakahara apparently did not.

Just like the last time the empire attacked Shu, the empire only dispatched 300,000 soldiers and horses, what can the combined forces of Beiliang, Zhao and Shu do?

Push it sideways!!

"Your Majesty, this person should be the son of the empire, otherwise he would not have appeared in the Western Regions to preach."

Isken looked determined.

Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall, Yangtze River and Yellow River, where can you not preach? It is not only safe but can also open up a new qi machine for the warriors of the Central Plains, so why bother cultivating in the hinterland of the Western Regions?

"Just look it up."

"The children of the empire are amazing, they dare to ask against the sky, such a pioneer should be recorded in the new calendar of the empire, and only by exploring can we achieve glory!!"

The barbarian emperor is sonorous and powerful.

The main thing for the Celestial Iron Cavalry is to grasp the specific situation in the Western Regions, and bringing back this person is only secondary, and it is basically certain that he is the son of the empire.

Hu Yanshou was expressionless, and sneered in his heart.

Asked against the sky?

Gu Changan never knew what the sky was!

In the old world, he has never received the baptism of the aura of the new world, such a lonely brave man who has no one before and no one after him, who in the world dares to cultivate his wisp of qi?

Even if a gate of heaven is opened, who deserves to enter? Who can bear the pain and darkness of his?

I don't know when Hu Yanshou actually felt admiration for Gu Changan.

Yes, after determining the date of his death, he calmly put aside his prejudices and looked at the man in the lonely city very objectively.

It is definitely the most dazzling light of human nature, which cannot be seen in the glorious history, and it will be difficult for future generations to reproduce.

……

Back at the mansion, the once gorgeous and majestic mansion was only an empty shell, and ninety percent of the wealth was reduced to the task reward of the witch Buddha.

"Son, you can run away today."

"Go to the sea to find an island to settle down and leave a bloodline for the Huyan family."

The hidden corridor is sluggish.

Hu Yanjing's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, he was silent for a long, long time, and said with a miserable smile:

"Dad, is it irretrievable?"

Hu Yanshou Mu Ne nodded:

"A thousand Heavenly God Cavalry, when they arrive in the Western Regions, the news will be transmitted back to the Holy City, and they will definitely not be able to cover the lid."

"Before that, you flee as soon as possible, take a few more women to escort you, and disguise yourself as a spring outing."

"The rest of the family is mediocre, and when they die, they die."

Hu Yanjing's lips trembled and he kowtowed heavily.

"Father and son, dad is ashamed of you, goodbye." Hu Yanshou's face tensed, and he left the mansion without looking back.

He wanted to urge the four greedy witch Buddhas to kill Gu Changan before the Heavenly God Iron Horse rushed to the Western Regions.

No matter how the lonely city will be exposed, swearing to kill has nothing to do with survival, but dignity and glory.

Hu Yanshou didn't want to be whipped after his death, and he was scolded by the people of the empire for being a humiliating dog.

Killing Gu Chang'an at least extinguished the spiritual torch of Huaxia Shenzhou, gave an explanation to the empire, and his epitaph would also engrave the word "loyalty".

I die, and I hope to die as a winner.

……

Changan.

A thick and solemn bell rang in the Jinluan Palace, and the sparse and scattered ministers of the military department hurriedly entered the main hall.

The empress wearing a phoenix skirt on the throne had been waiting for a long time, and she was straight to the point:

"Proposed order, the Ministry of War will send 10,000 elites to the Western Regions, and I will submit an edict to Beiliang to borrow the road."

The already quiet court was completely silent.

The officials of the military department exchanged glances with each other, and Li Deyu, the head of the book, held the wat and went out of the ranks, cutting the railway:

"Your Majesty defends the private ways of the family, ignores the survival of the generals, and the ministers protest!"

Realizing that he was too excited and straightforward to speak, he tactfully advised:

"Your Majesty has worked hard to restore the devastated Sheji, how can you risk 10,000 elites?"

"The minister seconded the proposal." The rest of the officers of the military department spoke in unison.

No one wants to see the royal bloodline left behind in the Western Regions, let alone a nobleman who changes the fortunes of the country, but it is the hinterland of barbarians!

"How many times have I said it, there is no Li Tang blood!"

The Absolute Beauty Empress was rarely furious, and her cold voice stirred in the Jinluan Palace.

She is the nominal orthodox imperial power, even if the other emperors of the six countries present her will, she will not be called me, but so what, no one believes her words, and even the civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty are questioning it.

The portrait is no more than twenty-five years old, Li Wan has checked the family tree, and there is no Li male of this age left outside.

Let's just count her missing, but she is cultivating the Great Tang Dragon Qi, and her perception will never go wrong!

"Your Majesty, even if the portrait person is gifted and becomes a martial arts saint, can a saint fight 10,000 elites alone?"

Li Deyu frowned deeply and said in a low voice.

If the martial arts master is omnipotent, then there is no need for the army to exist at all, the saint is the pinnacle of his own strength, but in the face of tens of thousands of elites, he can only retreat.

10,000 elites died because of the rescue of Li Tianjiao, which would be an unbearable blow to the society, and it would lose the support of the people and cause public opinion to boil.

With 10,000 flesh and blood bodies, it is a special exchange of royal children, right?

"I suspect that I am a descendant of the Anxi Army of the Western Regions."

A serious voice suddenly came from the throne.

The hall is dead.

"Impossible, when the Anxi army was martyred, Weichen was not born, and if there were descendants alive, they would also be integrated into the blood of the barbarians."

An elegant official came out of the line with a wat in front of him, and a dark shadow appeared in front of him.

Li Deyu in front of the hall rushed forward and slapped him in the face, making him dizzy.

"Shangshu ......"

"You should fight!" Li Deyu looked at him coldly, and then turned to the throne and bowed to apologize:

"The old minister is rude, please condemn your majesty!"

The ministers also stared at the elegant officials viciously, this person is simply hateful!

But all the Chinese people are very aware of the tragedy and grandeur of the Anxi Army, and when they had a holy order, they went to the border of the Western Regions with great courage and high spirits, and defended the country for the Tang Dynasty.

Who knew that the Tang Dynasty collapsed, the entire Hexi Corridor was raised by barbarians, and Anxi was completely reduced to a lonely army, unable to get any rescue.

These are all fierce generals of the Tang Dynasty, but after death, they can't even return to their roots.

History is dusty, how can they say that they surrendered without evidence? How can you speculate groundlessly that the descendants are all barbarian blood?

"It's the minister's confusion." The elegant official's face was concerned, and he didn't choose to say anything for a while, but the starting point was to veto His Majesty's unbelievable thoughts.

Fifty years ago, in the Hexi Corridor, 270,000 Tang troops fought against the barbarians, and lost the strategic territory holding the Western Regions.

Just imagine, the 270,000 army is close to annihilation, and the 20,000 soldiers and horses in Anxi, who are in the core area of the barbarians, how can they hold on?

The ministers were silent, it must be ridiculous that the portrait person is a descendant of the Anxi army, maybe it is just an excuse for His Majesty to prevaricate the court.

The empress's delicate cheeks were cold, and her fingers clenched and quietly released, followed by confusion.

Yes, she is also just an ethereal premonition, there is no reason to prove it, and she can't even convince herself.

Li Deyu wanted to speak and stopped, but in the end he didn't put it into words.

Why did Li Tang's bloodline stay in the Western Regions, since Gao Chaoen was willing to die, it proved that he had the talent and even the strength to return to Chang'an.

If he doesn't come back, does it mean that he has defected and surrendered?

In any case, the Ministry of War will refute His Majesty's holy decree to send troops.

The descendants of Yan and Huang don't want this page of humiliating history to turn over quickly and usher in the coveted Lang Lang Qiankun, but the Central Plains needs to work together, and one person will never be able to turn the tide.

"Retreat!"

……

The Imperial Study.

"Summons Li Lian." The Empress looked out the window, and a pigeon with colorful wings pecked at the grains of rice.

"Yes." The palace maid took the order and left.

Pei Jingshu walked into the hall with a solemn expression.

"What?" The empress was still looking into the distance, without the slightest intention of turning around.

"Someone created a wisp of qi that transcends heaven and earth, Li Ping sent a message, according to her prediction, it is likely to be a portrait person."

Pei Jingshu finished speaking in one breath.

The imperial study fell into a long silence, and the empress pursed her lips, her eyes dim.

"Your Majesty......" Pei Jingshu paced forward and said softly:

"It's martial arts Tianjiao."

Disappointment is inevitable.

As Her Majesty expects, she also hopes that the portrait person will be a national hero who has made some achievements, not a martial artist.

It is indeed shocking to create a self-created gas machine, but so what? As the military department Shangshu said, a saint cannot change the situation.

Your Majesty should give up, 10,000 elites to rescue the portrait man, this sacrifice is meaningless.

Pei Jingshu looked at His Majesty's face and continued:

"Li Ping said again, this person's popularity is world-weary and cruel, and the killing meaning is too much, and it is located on the Demon Dao, which has been proven by Sun Ge, the Duke of Youyan."

Empress Dai frowned and sighed softly.

"Your Majesty." An old woman stood outside the temple.

The empress reached out of the window and held the colorful dove, and said softly:

"Please take it to the Western Regions and send back the news of the portrait person."

"There is a beginning and an end to doing things, he helps me to rise to the fortune of the country, if he is a hero, and make a name for him, if he is a devil, thank him for this kindness."

Pei Jingshu was shocked.

The royal powerhouse, second only to Gao Chaoen, once encounters an accident, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Yes." The old woman took the colorful pigeon, gave His Majesty a reassuring look, and then stepped out of the imperial city.

"Let me be quiet for a moment."

"Yes......" Pei Jingshu retired, and before leaving, she glanced at His Majesty's figure, feeling inexplicably sad.

His Majesty was once a person who swore to pick up stars in the sky, Li Wan's talent is extraordinary, carrying a cold sword and the dream of being the first in the world.

But before he went to the rivers and lakes, the shackles of Jiangshan Sheji were heavily pressed on his shoulders, and no one in the Li family dared to carry the dying Doomsday Dynasty, His Majesty could only carry it, give up his dreams, smooth the edges and corners, and imprison his soul in the Ninefold Palace.

The name of the Cold Sword Fairy has been covered up by the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, but the Jianghu Qi in His Majesty's heart has not died out.

You let the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty grow, no matter what the world thinks, I will always give you an explanation.

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PS: It's about to climax.,It's going to be a big chapter recently.,The kind of one chapter with four or five chapters.。

It's not too much to ask for a monthly pass (miserable)