Holy City.

Bronze temple.

"The Anshi Rebellion, Tang Yicheng hung alone in the Western Regions, stubbornly held for sixty-three years without falling, more than 20,000 people in the Anxi Army fought heroically, and there was only one young man in the city, Gu Chang'aner, who was alone in the city."

"The abomination of the fang raised 3,000 troops to attack it, and Chang'an fought hard with one drum and one man's flag."

"In July, the barbarians were ashamed to send 4,000 troops, and the lonely city was reached, but the hero's spirit ran through the long river, and Gu Chang'an punished Bi to expand the land."

"Yihai Shuo, the barbarians raised 10,000 troops, it is bound to win, Gu Chang'an collapsed with a sword, all the Yi were destroyed, creating an unprecedented wonder, still guarding the Central Plains, the spirit is not bad, and the Huaxia Crest Liang stands proudly!"

"The Biography of Gu Chang'an"

"Who's going to translate the translation?"

"Humiliation? Do evil! ”

The old blond old man held a page between his fingers and glanced coldly at the court.

The atmosphere is as stiff as iron.

The barbarian emperor remained motionless, as if his body was rooted in the throne.

The twelve inquisitors did not dare to breathe, and buried their heads in ostriches.

There has been a tradition in Dongtu since ancient times-

If you don't live a biography, you will close the coffin after death.

The pedantic Central Plains began to break the convention, on the one hand, Gu Changan was too legendary, and on the other hand, it also proved that the Central Plains would open a new chapter.

Amusing!

"The pilgrimage was ruined by the people, the luck of the abyss plummeted, and the feudal officials surrendered to the Central Plains."

"How do you wipe off the on your crotch?"

The blonde old man stared at the throne with a blank face.

"Do you want me to apologize?" The barbarian emperor suddenly became furious, and his emotions had been suppressed for too long.

It was not his sin, but he was responsible for all the consequences.

"What are you yelling at?"

The blonde old man strode over, looked down at the barbarian emperor condescendingly, and said with a gloomy face:

"You roar again."

The barbarian emperor's shoulders trembled, and he tried his best to restrain his anger, and lowered his head and said:

"I'm too impulsive."

The so-called emperor is nothing more than a puppet of the abyss, and he has to be respectful in the face of an abyss messenger.

can be this puppet, he fought his way out of the royal family.

The blonde old man's blue eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and his tone was cold:

"In the future, don't use the grasshopper to shake the tree to describe your inadequacy, because the lonely city Hannu really did it."

"The Central Plains wants to fight in the Western Regions, this is a battle of national fortune, a spiritual battle, and a battle for your throne, if you fail, you should know the consequences."

The barbarian emperor bowed his head, and there was no reason to lose this battle.

He suddenly raised his head and said loudly:

"I swear in the name of the gods that if I am defeated, my head will hang over the abyss."

The blonde old man stared at him for a long time, and his voice regained a little temperature:

"It is not the saints who determine the success or failure of the battle, but the army, and it is necessary to deploy troops well."

"All Saints' Dusk, the Abyss has its own arrangements."

The Barbarian Emperor nodded.

He had already envisioned two strategies.

In the Western Regions, he fought with Dongtu, and when the coalition army entered the Western Regions, he sent troops to invade Xishu and Beiliang, caught him off guard, and hit the despicable Hannu in despair!

"You let the Begonia of Evil go to the Western Regions?" The blonde old man said in a deep voice:

"The body is gone, the spirit is eternal, Gu Changan's life and death are meaningless!"

The twelve judges agreed in their hearts that Gu Changan was dead, and the Central Plains still had to fight, and the fighting spirit might be even more boiling.

The moment the lid exploded, the torch of will had already ignited the earth.

The barbarian emperor is silent, and Gu Chang'an must be beheaded, which comes from the humiliation and frustration of the soul!

He knew that Hannu only had more than four years of yang life left.

But he couldn't wait for a moment!

The saint who originally went to Mobei to kill the old dog of Zhelan was transferred to the Western Regions at his behest.

"Forget it, this person should be strangled in the cradle, otherwise there will be endless troubles." The blonde old man narrowed his eyes and emphasized before leaving:

"The battle of the Western Regions must be won!"

"Yes!" The inquisitors were unanimous in their voices, and they were well aware of the importance of the battle.

Unlike the ancient historical culture and national cohesion of the Central Plains, the empire has risen for decades and integrated 20 million miles of territory, and there are hundreds of races.

There are many internal contradictions, and only by continuing to win can we consolidate and develop the unified political power that has been established.

"Beth, come with me." The blonde old man looked at the only female inquisitor, a forty-year-old noblewoman, tall and tall.

"Yes." The inquisitor gave her an apologetic look and followed her away from the bronze temple.

In a remote corner, the blonde old man stopped and said earnestly:

"There is an idiom in the Central Plains called - plan ahead."

"What if Gu Changan hadn't died and the empire had been defeated?"

"Impossible!" Beth shook her head almost without thinking.

It's so absurd and bizarre!

The talents in the world have their own strengths, and the saints can't deal with the 10,000 elites, and Gu Changan can, but it doesn't mean that he can compete with the saints.

In the past, the old witch sent three great masters, and they almost killed Gu Changan!

"I don't believe it either, but for the sake of the glory of the abyss, I can't rule out any small possibility."

"You are in charge of the Imperial Intelligence, activate the Elk immediately, she will be a killer!"

The blonde old man kissed flat, but he had a beak that could not be ignored.

"Too ......" The female inquisitor wanted to say that it was too wasteful, but sensing the old man's majestic gaze, she finally nodded.

Elk, a real blade.

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Zhao Guo.

Throne room.

Emperor Zhao Shangkuo wore a crown on his head and a black dragon robe, and looked coldly at the imperial history in front of the palace.

"The ministers are all from the bottom of their hearts, if they want to kill, they will be killed, and they will follow Your Majesty!"

Yushi held a court wat in his hand, and his posture was frank and swaying.

The ministers were indignant, but a small number of officials seemed intent on moving.

What Wan Yushi said is not unreasonable!

Who is Gu Changan?

The tragic hero unprecedented in the history of Huanghuang Qing is the most shining light when Shenzhou is sinking.

But he has a flaw-

Loyal to Li Tang!

Yes, there is no doubt that he has always adhered to it in the dark, for the sake of the entire Chinese spirit.

But if he returns to the Central Plains and chooses one of the seven countries, what will his choice be?

Tang Dynasty!

That is the enemy, a terrible enemy.

Emperor Zhao stared coldly at the imperial history and said sharply:

"You tell me, how can the Central Plains defend against barbarians without unity?"

Wan Yushi frowned and explained sincerely:

"Wechen is not against sending troops, but with an eye on the future."

Emperor Zhao waved his robe sleeves angrily, and simply said bluntly and fiercely:

"I'll think about it later, for the sake of today, go to the national disaster together, and fight the barbarians!"

"After so many hardships, where does Gu Changan still have the idea of being an official in the court?"

"The hellish lonely city described by Li Lian, I must take a look at it to see if I can step on the barbarian head with one foot."

Seeing His Majesty's impatient expression, Wan Yu Shi stopped and no longer admonished.

I hope that Gu Changan will not forget his original intention, he is the hero of Shenzhou Huaxia, and don't become the guardian of one family and one country.

Right now.

"Report!"

A hurried voice came from outside the hall.

"Xuan!"

A bamboo-crowned scholar entered the hall and reported directly:

"Your Majesty, there is a secret report from the Holy City, a saint named Evil Begonia has been in the Western Regions for seven thousand miles, and Gu Chang'an's life hangs by a thread!"

The Manchu Dynasty was suddenly silent.

The ministers looked at each other, and they all noticed the horror in each other's eyes.

Dangerous!

They did not suspect the source of the information at all, the spy planted by Zhao Guo in the Holy City was the most hidden, and it was a cronie of a certain inquisitor of the twelve giants, who directly touched the news of the barbarian center.

If it was 10,000 elites, they wouldn't even worry about the heroic Gu Changan, but the other party was a martial arts saint!

Even civil officials who have never been exposed to martial arts know a truth.

Gu Changan has not received a baptism of aura!

He is less than twenty-four years old, but the saints in the world are at least sixty years old, and the gap between heaven and earth qi is too big!

"Can Beiliang Ruan Xian rush over?" Emperor Zhao's face was anxious.

The old man at the front of the train shook his head, "It's late." ”

The hearts of the ministers were like ashes, they didn't expect that the barbarians' hatred for Gu Chang'an was so deep, and when the lid was lifted, everyone knew about it, and they all had to send saints to eradicate it.

"Could it be that the Central Plains can only watch?" Takeo Ari was emotional.

Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely guilty, and I even feel desperate for Gu Changan.

When no one cared, he fought alone.

Shenzhou knows that he still has to fight alone.

It's like doing something meaningless all the time.

Emperor Zhao's expression was dark, and he moved his lips with difficulty:

"Spread the news, I hope that the Central Plains Martial Arts Saint will have a way to save it."

The civil and military officials sighed one after another, Beiliang Ruan Xian couldn't catch up with the nearest one, and the rest of the saints were even more ......

Could it be that he insisted on holding on for so long, and he really wanted to die on the eve of victory, he didn't even see Chang'an City with his own eyes!

"Prepare for the Chen Bingyu Gate!"

Emperor Zhao roared angrily, if Gu Chang'an really fell, he would also let his spirit in the sky watch how the Central Plains defeated the barbarians, and his spirit would be immortal!

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Shudi, a quiet manor, the long-sleeved fluttering noble son has a crisp sound and hands a prayer to the servants.

Oh, I was invited by the maid to the mountain road full of petals, and there were colorful exotic flowers and plants everywhere.

"Childe claims to be from the Sword Pavilion Gate, what are you looking for me?"

A cold voice came, and a woman in a purple skirt was standing under the plane tree, her appearance was perfect, and her facial features were flawless.

"Qin Yubing really deserves to be the first beauty in the world." The noble son smiled lightly.

Sensing the frivolity of the other party's tone, the beautiful woman was about to chase away the guest, so she heard him say:

"What do you think of the madman Gu Changan."

"Crazy?" Qin Yubing stared at him a few times, and said in a cold voice:

"Even if he is now staggering, like a child about to fall, his shadow is an unshakable mountain."

"Iceberg beauties will also be excited, it seems that they really worship crazy people." The noble son smiled.

"If you stand in front of him, do you dare to look useless?" Qin Yubing left with fine steps.

Your son's expression froze, he really only has the courage to gossip behind his back, but what are you?

"Our time has not yet come." He looked at his back and whispered.

The figure of the purple skirt suddenly froze, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the petals that had just been broken in the palm of the hand were also crushed.

"Nymphomaniac, or elk, why is it not the code?" The noble son said casually.

Seeing that the other party was motionless, he simply walked over and looked directly at the tragically beautiful side face:

"Our time has not yet come, some people die and live after death, Imperial Elk, you have been used."

Qin Yubing's mood was up and down, and he stared at him indifferently.

"It's useless to see me, it's the will of the abyss, unless you want your parents to die violently." The noble son's tone was solemn.

"Say." Qin Yubing's face was expressionless, and her parents were her only weakness.

"Once Gu Changan survives, once the empire is frustrated in the Western Regions, you will assassinate Gu Changan."

"No, it's not an assassination, it's a move in front of everyone, it doesn't matter if you die or not, you can't kill either, as long as you do it."

"Because you, Qin Yubing, are the best friend of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty."

After the noble prince finished speaking unhurriedly, he also got the order this morning, and to be honest, he was shocked for a long time.

Qin Yubing and Cold Sword Fairy Li Bang once fought side by side in the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou and formed a deep friendship.

Although Li Wan chose to be domineering and turn to the royal road, the two were not estranged, and Qin Yubing would occasionally send some exotic flowers and plants to Chang'an City.

If she does it, the Central Plains will definitely think that it was secretly instructed by the empress, which will set off unimaginable waves, the people will be angry, and the six countries will even join forces to defeat Tang!

And the of the great grandmaster definitely doesn't have the ability to kill Gu Changan, but he can completely turn the man who was already crazy into a killing demon, and then kill the Holy City or the Central Plains.

I have tasted the suffering of the world, I have suffered the most painful torture, and now the Central Plains has just risen to the momentum, but you want to kill me?

This plan is the most heart-wrenching!

The woman in the purple dress was pale, rarely confused, hesitant and confused.

She is a close friend of Li Wan, which is well known to the world.

Asking her to assassinate Gu Changan is tantamount to forcing Li Wan to the moral cliff and pushing the situation to subversion.

"Don't think about taking the opportunity to break with the Empress of the Tang Dynasty, care more about your parents." The noble prince looked cold and added:

"Besides, the Origin Flower of your cultivation is also a product of the abyss, without it, you are crippled."

"The so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days, using soldiers for a while, it is time for elk to play a role."

"Don't push me!" Qin Yubing's eyes were scarlet, flashing with hysterical murderous intent.

"You want to force the two elders to death?" The noble son is not afraid.

Qin Yubing's eyes gradually became frightened, staring at the petals all over the mountains in a daze, and her words pierced her heart like a sharp weapon.

"Of course, the possibility of you carrying out the mission is very small, after all, Gu Changan will die under the blood of the saint Begonia, and how can the empire drink hatred on the battlefield of the Western Regions?"

"It's just a matter of prevention, if you really create an impossible miracle, when you go to pick up Gu Chang'an in the Central Plains, you should make a brilliant debut."

The noble prince spoke calmly, and then walked leisurely.

As a devout admirer of the empire, he definitely didn't want the Central Plains to rise, so wouldn't his act of surrendering seem stupid and shameful?

However, as a Chinese bloodline, I know the resilience of thousands of years of national civilization, and everything has a chance to be reversed.

Moreover, because of Gu Changan alone, the entire land of Shenzhou is unimaginably vibrant.

"Get out!" Qin Yubing's voice was gloomy, and her delicate jade cheeks were violently distorted.

The noble prince brushed his sleeves and saluted, smiled and left.

Maybe she hopes that the Central Plains will be defeated in the Western Regions? This way you don't have to perform a task.

Listening to her evaluation of Gu Chang'an, this person must also be an extreme Central Plains ethnic group.

This choice is too cruel for nymphomaniac......

But in troubled times, who is not looking for a way forward in cruel choices again and again.

He believed that the Great Barbarian Empire that was swept by the Heavenly Dao would eventually rule the world!

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