Chang'an City.

The teahouse is crowded, and the eyes of the people are so enthusiastic and earnest.

The storyteller woke up and slapped the table, and his mouth was like a river:

"An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a million young people and a million troops!"

"In the battle of the Western Regions, the territory of Yumen Pass for thousands of miles will be embraced by the Central Plains, and listen to the roar of the dragon and the tiger, and strengthen the land of China!

”

"Good!"

The teahouse spectators were hoarse, although the good news spread all over the seven countries, no matter how calloused they heard, they were as enthusiastic and shocked as the first time.

After thousands of years, the Chinese nation has never encountered such a strong barbarian, and the Central Plains has been defeated repeatedly, until the people have lost confidence, and even think that it is sooner or later to destroy the country and extinct the species.

But this time, the Central Plains won the dignity!

"The martyrs buried their bodies in the sea of sand, and the loyal souls were left in the annals of history, and the blood and bones of the soldiers were cast into a monument of a banner, standing forever on the land of China!"

"After this war, we will no longer endure the barbarian invasion, even if we spill blood into a river, we must not insult the dignity of the nation!"

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"Recovering the Western Regions, the rise of the Central Plains, if you need to recruit troops, I have no hesitation!"

Many literati rangers were indignant, pushing the atmosphere of the teahouse to a climax.

But many viewers noticed the storyteller's lost look, this guy has always relied on eloquence to eat, an unprecedented victory, why is it not enjoyable enough?

"Gu Yingying must be the pillar figure who turned the tide in this battle, right?"

A cultivator with a sword basket on his back asked urgently.

The audience couldn't take their eyes off it, holding their breath and concentrating.

The storyteller pursed his lips, and after a long silence, he said in a deep voice:

"We are now drinking and eating meat comfortably, shouting and selling on the streets, singing and dancing in the fence, and the family is happy."

"Remember, where it all came from!"

The more the storyteller spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice grew louder and louder, and suddenly he turned his back to look out the window, and then said hoarsely as he faced the visitors:

"He died."

There was a dead silence all over the building, and there was not a single sound.

"Impossible!

The literati Huo Ran got up, his face flushed:

"Gu Yingying slaughtered ten thousand armies with his own strength, and his courage was unbeatable, with millions of reinforcements, he was even more invincible, and the brute dog was like an ant to him!"

"Could it be that some of the higher-ups are worried that their merits will be overshadowed, and they deliberately conceal the merits of Gu Heroes?"

"Despicable and narrow-minded!"

"In the era when the survival of the nation is decided, how can we engage in power dumping again?"

He was furious, and his voice was as sharp as a sharp weapon.

The storyteller squirmed his throat with difficulty against the haggard and restless faces:

"Is the barbarian of the Heavenly Dao Rolling Gu really so vulnerable?"

In a word, countless spectators lost their voices.

Yes, the war was won so smoothly that it was like a fantastic success.

Before that, one brute dog could withstand four soldiers in the Central Plains, but the war in the Western Regions was bizarrely reversed, and one soldier slaughtered three brute dogs!

It is equivalent to a sudden increase of twelve times the combat power.

"The Central Plains Coalition Army sent people to steal the flag of the lonely city, Chang'an was already crazy, and the banner of sixty-four years was suddenly lost, and he ......"

The storyteller choked up, closed his eyes and sighed:

"In the rear of the barbarian army, he slaughtered 52,000 barbarian dogs by himself, killing until the sky and the earth changed color, killing until the barbarians were afraid and cowardly, changing the offensive and defensive situation in one fell swoop, and the Central Plains coalition army took the opportunity to recover Yumen Pass."

"How can there be reinforcements, Chang'an has been alone from beginning to end, dying of exhaustion and falling in the yellow sand."

"The Central Plains only brought back seven taels of flesh and blood, just seven taels!"

"Before he died, he never enjoyed any glory, let alone came to Chang'an City."

The storyteller couldn't cry.

The teahouse is as quiet as a boundless purgatory, and the eyes of the visitors are dull, and it is difficult to accept the bad news in a short time.

The giant fell like this, and the spiritual lamp was extinguished.

"Without Gu Chang'an, there would be no Jiulang in ten families participating in the war, and without him, it would be impossible for the Central Plains nation to win victory in the midst of hardships and dangers!"

"His great deeds are indelible, and his glory has never been seen before or since!"

The storyteller drank with tears in his eyes, but the tea guests were unable to give up, immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves.

Failed in life, praised greatness after death, has a hero always been like this?

"The superior is so shameless!" The swordsman clenched his fists and roared fiercely.

The same eucalyptus tea guest sobbed and retorted in a low voice:

"You haven't even been to the battlefield, how dare you insult the coalition forces who look at death as if they were home?"

The swordsman was dumbfounded, unable to hang his arms.

Yes, does he have the face to scold a million male masters?

"Making this decision will inevitably bear a monstrous infamy, but everything is for our ordinary people, if you really want to be shameless, how can you put your glory and wealth and go to the battlefield to spill your blood? If you really want to be greedy for life and afraid of death, how can you go to the national disaster together? ”

"No one is wrong......"

The farmer standing against the door wiped the corners of his eyes, which is a very simple truth.

No one is wrong.

A simple sentence, but it is extremely cruel at the moment.

But on what ground?

Why did Gu Changan bear it alone?

No matter how vicious a person is, he can't say the phrase "sacrifice is worth it."

The mourning continued for a long time, until there was a commotion in the street.

Snow in May.

The sparse snowflakes fluttered, sprinkled all over Chang'an City, and everyone stopped to look.

The storyteller walked to the window and looked at the wonders of the world in a daze, didn't the sky also think that Gu Yingying's death was not worth it?

Those who hold salaries for the Central Plains will eventually freeze to death in the wind and snow.

He put his hands in his sleeves, stared at the falling snow on the people's heads, and suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's poem.

Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.

……

The goose feathers and snow blew the sight into a blank expanse, and except for the howling of the wind, the heavens and the earth froze all sounds.

Moonlight stood quietly, his mood was like snow, and he suddenly felt so cold.

That erratic soul shadow hammered his seventy years of ancient well without waves of state of mind to pieces!

Ghost.

"Gu Chang'an!"

A hoarse voice drifted far along the wind and snow.

"I'm still here."

The city responded with a clean voice.

The soul has no body, but it can vaguely see the white-haired and white-robed outfit, just fluttering, just like a gust of wind.

Gu Changan looked down at the abyss that disappeared outside the city, and smiled:

"He was a madman when he was alive, but he was miraculously cured after death, and it's not bad to be a ghost, at least his soul is clean."

The green-faced red-faced old man finally came back to his senses from the horror and said in a deep voice:

"Then I'll kill you again!"

After saying that, he stepped on the snow and flew, swept a hundred feet, a majestic qi machine gushed out of his palm, his body slid against the wall, and his five fingers grabbed the soul body.

Whew——

It was like ripples on the surface of the water, and the soul body shattered into thousands of black mist, and in an instant, it showed a trend of convergence again.

Reunion of husband and wife after an enforced separation or rupture.

Gu Changan didn't move.

Moonlight's face was gloomy, and he indirectly saved a madman by himself?

How to kill?

Kill it 10,000 times, and your soul will still condense.

"Why bother?" His voice was fierce, and his hands were torn outward.

The sky dome rumbled, and the gate of heaven was brilliant.

The beam of light gushed upwards like a spring pillar, and fell heavily into the palm of the old man's palm, evolving into a three-inch small snake, spitting out letters at the ghost.

Gu Changan was indifferent, allowing the Qi Machine Light Snake to devour his soul body, and in the blink of an eye, the black mist gathered again.

He sneered:

"Can the heavenly way in the human world still control the ghosts of the underworld? Why should I fear the sky! ”

Moonlight staggered back a few steps, staggering back in the snow, huge doubts haunting his mind, and today completely subverted cognition.

He suddenly turned around and roared fiercely:

"Why?"

Things in the world that are beyond our control bring fear.

Why can you turn into a ghost? Why can't even the power of the Heavenly Dao be extinguished?

"I'm a monster, and always have been." Gu Changan muttered softly, he wanted to say that it was cruel to himself to be alive, whether it was in the form of a human or a ghost, it was probably hypocritical to say it.

Born with fire in the body, in the killing of enemies, the fire shifts from the heart to the shoulder, and gradually transfers to the arms, elbows, palms, and fingertips.

Until the slaughter of more than 50,000 barbarians, the fire has been placed in consciousness, and it is precisely because it is in consciousness that it can survive with a soul.

If he died early, he would have been relieved a long time ago.

Now that he has come to his senses, it is easy to know that he has been deceived by the Central Plains United.

Actually, it will be sad.

"If you are a ghost, you have to guard the territory, if the Central Plains sees this scene, I am afraid that I will feel guilty so much that I will kill myself on the spot."

The light of the moon dispelled the anger and said calmly.

He did his best.

He is also the only existence in the empire to kill Gu Chang'an.

But after death, it is not his responsibility to turn into a ghost and a hero.

"Who let me be born in Qiuzi City, who let me be sworn by the church to live and die with the lonely city since I was a child, who let me flow the blood of the Chinese nation......"

It seems that he has a lot of things to say when he comes to his senses, even if he faces the enemy, he doesn't care, Gu Changan chatters:

"If I was born in the Central Plains at sunrise and sunset, I would probably be able to live the life I dreamed of, marry a daughter-in-law who is not very beautiful, give birth to a daughter, and live a safe and happy life, and with my body, I can still be disease-free."

"Unfortunately, I was given the responsibility to live a daily process."

Moonlight's face was expressionless, and he suddenly pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, as if he was smiling:

"You can't let go?"

"If you are an old man, you will have already washed the Central Plains with a sword and blood, what a thing!"

"Since no one cares about your feelings, why not surrender to the Imperial Abyss, you are welcome from the top of the castle."

Gu Changan floated a few feet in the city, accustomed to his current physical state, and gradually did not feel awkward, and said:

"The barbarians have not been expelled, the nation has not been revived, and I will pass away when I see the prosperity coming."

The old man of the green boy had expected to drift away in the wind and snow, but he only took a few more glances when he passed the snow-covered flags.

Flags that never fall, monsters that never fall.

He had the idea of eradicating the lonely city, but when he thought about it, the gains outweighed the losses.

First, the chaos and killing affect the Dao heart, and the second is also afraid of ghosts, Gu Changan followed him away from the nightmare, and he couldn't kill it.

"Immediately go back to the abyss to discuss countermeasures." The light of the moon whispered to itself, suspended in the air, and disappeared into the vast snow in an instant.

……

The wind and snow gradually stopped, but the lonely city was still covered with swan feather snow within a radius of twenty miles, staring at the yellow sand rolling up the sky for many years, and suddenly it was gone, Gu Changan was a little uncomfortable.

"Chang'an...... Chang'an ...... "Qin carpenter led Xiao Luoyang to the city, the old and the young had red eyes, and their hearts were like knives.

How did a living person become like this!

"Don't come here to get yin." Gu Changan tried to move the soul shadow and hid behind the battlement wall.

"Chang'an!" Carpenter Qin cried, old tears were rampant, and he stumbled over and wanted to hug the child, but he hugged him empty, not only did he have no body, but he didn't even have the temperature.

"When the Central Plains Coalition Army comes, you can go back with the ashes of your grandfathers."

"I won't leave, for fear of scaring the people."

"It's good to be born in a lonely city, die in a lonely city, and guard the lonely city as a ghost."

"Don't come near me again, the yin energy will kill you."

Gu Changan stood up as he spoke, subconsciously wanting to pat the dust on his buttocks, but he smiled helplessly, shook his body slightly and floated into the distance.

Young and old who have no cultivation will definitely not be able to withstand the invasion of yin qi into the body.

"Thief God!" Xiao Luoyang raised his head and scolded, tears flowing, crying:

"Why torture Brother Chang'an!"

……

The official residence of the Seven Thousand Miles of the Western Regions.

The Abyss Emissary stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the sand and gravel drifting in the wind outside the window, and pretended to sigh:

"There is no other person in the world to take care of Chang'an, it's very boring."

The inquisitors and ministers were silent, and the gloom that hung over the empire was very happy, but the war in the Western Regions was in danger!

has retreated to the official residence of the sanctioner, and since then to the territory of 5,000 miles of Yumen Pass, all of them have fallen!

"The new king topped the world and ordered the elite to retreat while fighting."

The messenger spoke lightly.

Carl and Beth looked at each other, and they could both sense the shock in each other's eyes.

Topping the world?

The firstborn Dragon Horn, a thirty-year-old martial arts saint, is still the apprentice of the old monsters on the top floor of the castle.

She will take the throne of the Empire?

It is no wonder that the pinnacle of the abyss with the gate of heaven half-open is willing to step into the turbid world, and it turns out to be the Empire of the Ruler of the World.

"Withdraw?" Karl turned pale and trembled as he spoke.

The ministers also shuddered.

Killing the madman has already satisfied the Abyss Castle, and as for the battle that has already been defeated, it is not intended to be saved?

So will they, the central officials involved in the war, also become scapegoats for losing their territory?

The messenger looked around at the crowd and gave a reassurance:

"Rest assured, the crime of defeat has been borne by the first emperor Tuobali."

"There are only 150,000 elites left in the Western Regions, and the consecutive defeats have destroyed their fighting spirit, and it is difficult to regain confidence when the news of the madman's death comes."

"The new monarch bluntly said that the empire can accept shame, and he will be ashamed every day."

Karl breathed a sigh of relief and said that it would be nice to save his life, but it sounded ridiculous to the ears.

Of course she can accept it, what black cauldron has been pushed to the first emperor, what impact will it have on her?

"Honorable envoy, if the troops are withdrawn, the Central Plains will recover the Western Regions......" The female inquisitor Beth was worried.

The messenger was instantly cold, and his tone was sensitive:

"To recover the Western Regions, Han Nu is also worthy?"

"It's enough for them to go on a trip to show off their might, but do they dare to occupy it? A sick tiger on the verge of death has no ability to swallow elephants! ”

The ministers bowed their heads one after another.

The real loss of the empire was in the city of Qiuzi, in the hands of a madman, because he was able to hold on to the twenty miles of territory in his hands!

He planted the flag twenty miles outside the city, and the empire attacked again and again, but he couldn't get it back.

And the Central Plains Hannu got the Western Regions, can they hold it?

Joke!

What kind of territory is it if you can't hold it?

It is nothing more than a process of expanding territory to losing land and being humiliated.

In the final analysis, it was the madman who slaughtered more than 50,000 elites and the Yumen Pass fiasco that dealt a heavy blow to the empire, and the winner was already divided at that time.

"There are still the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled in the lonely city, right? Sending a few people to eradicate them, razing the city walls and destroying the tombs, didn't the Central Plains Hannu want to go on a pilgrimage? Let's go see the ruins! ”

The messenger's eyes were fierce, and his tone was as sharp as a knife.

The greatest shame since the founding of the country is that one person and one city have been given, although the first evil has been punished, but the traces of humiliation have been imprinted in the imperial history books, which is difficult to erase.

"Yes!" Karl was in a hurry to receive his life, and he couldn't wait to grow wings now and go to the lonely city to atone for his crimes.

This city used to be a nightmare, but now it's a fat meat to the mouth, at least for the rest of your life, you can brag everywhere, that sixty-four years of Qiuzi City, I eradicated!

Beth's expression stiffened, and she glanced at him plaintively.

……

PS: The state is not good, and the remaining words will be made up at night.