Yangzhou City.

In the smoke and rain alleys with black tiles and white walls, the raindrops knock on the roof tiles, and the melody is crisp and audible.

The apron woman hung her robe under the eaves to dry, and when she looked up, she saw several men and women holding oil-paper umbrellas walking in the alley.

"Are you Ding Shuhai's wife?" Emperor Chu put away his umbrella and walked to the eaves, and the master, the eldest princess and others looked at the humble house in silence.

"Ah......" The woman was dumbfounded for a moment.

Maybe it's because of the other party's prestige that comes with giving orders for a long time, or maybe it's because her husband's name is too unfamiliar.

He hasn't been back for fifteen years, and he hasn't heard from him since.

"Yes." She nodded nervously, rubbing the corners of her skirt with her hands uneasily, "Come in and say if you don't dislike it." ”

"Your husband was martyred." Emperor Chu said.

The woman froze as she turned into the house, barely holding on to the wall.

There was silence for a long time.

"What about the corpses?" Her voice was hoarse, like rubbing dry sand with the rough soles of her shoes.

Emperor Chu looked sad, "There are no remains." ”

The sound outside alarmed the house, and the two elders and a sixteen-year-old boy ran out.

Ding's mother covered her whole face with a handkerchief, clenched her right hand into a fist, and beat her chest.

"Dare to ask how I died?" Ding's father's swarthy face twitched slightly, and the saddest thing in the world was that a white-haired person sent a black-haired person.

Although Shuhai had never sent a letter to his family, he vaguely guessed that his son was doing things for the imperial court, because the Ding family would receive a sum of money every month for fifteen years.

Emperor Chu looked up at the eaves and whispered:

"Fifteen years ago, Ding Shuhai was ordered by the imperial court to lurk in the Barbarian Holy City."

"On the twentieth day of this year's Jianchou, Gu Chang'an singlely picked off the Holy City, and in the sea of corpses and blood, Ding Shuhai was not afraid of being exposed, and he rushed to Chang'an with a flag, and was ...... by the barbarians"

"It is precisely because of him that the barbarian pilgrimage is flying the flag of the Chu State, and the moment the flag flutters is the greatest glory of the entire Chinese nation, and the martyr Ding is already the legend of the Chu State."

Hearing His Majesty's passionate and sad voice, the most emotional Li Ping had already burst into tears.

Ding Shuhai is an ordinary person, but if it weren't for his heroic sacrifice, the Central Plains flag would not have appeared in the pilgrimage.

Mother Ding restrained her tears and asked with a smile:

"Is my son brave?"

Emperor Chu shouted:

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world!"

"On the twentieth day of Jianchou, in the hearts of 16 million Chu people, the martyr Ding has already defeated the overlord of Western Chu!"

Father Ding grinned, laughing so much that tears came out, and finally sighed and said quietly:

"In fact, it's all Gu Yingying's merits, although I didn't give me filial piety, but I can be loyal to the nation, I am very happy."

The woman leaned against the wall of the door and looked down with a bright smile.

In her memory, her husband was honest, and he was too ashamed to enter the house on the wedding night, so he was full of pride.

"The husband can die in the country, and the affection is also comforting." She murmured softly.

Emperor Chu looked at the smiling family of four, he bowed deeply for the sixteen million people of Chu State, and then left silently.

The Ding family looked at them with a smile.

Before he walked into the alley, Li Ping heard a heart-rending howl and crying, and Ding's father and mother wailed in pain.

Where do they want to see Jukai become a hero, they just want their son to go home safely.

"The Ministry of Rites must treat the families of the martyrs well." Emperor Chu turned his head to look at the accompanying eunuchs.

"Yes!"

In the evening, walking on the street is still full of people, and the teahouse is crowded with people.

The storyteller woke up and slapped the table, and the witty words were vivid:

"Even if you are alone, you will be strong, step on the holy city, and crush the barbarians!"

"That kick is incomparable!"

"That kick is great!"

"What is sacred cannot be desecrated, what heaven and earth originate, I Gu Chang'an will not be wrong!"

"A god who has only been a god for 80 years is qualified to govern the people for 4,000 years?"

"I Gu Chang'an only has a sword, and I want you barbarians to know that the Chinese nation cannot be bullied, and the people of the Central Plains cannot be humiliated!"

"Of course, there are also Yi Jiangnan and our Yangzhou Ding Shuhai, please listen to their stories next time."

“……”

Emperor Chu stood under the teahouse with an umbrella, almost thinking of a holy decree to capture the storyteller back to the palace, but he stopped abruptly when he heard it.

"Master, the sword of national fortune has been condensed and is hidden in the red cliff of the Yangtze River."

Li Ping whispered, so emotional that the colorful sword began to ring.

The old man in the shirt had a calm face, and said in a deep voice:

"The Central Plains is not Gu Chang'an's Central Plains alone, and the Chinese nation can no longer sit back and watch him fight alone."

"Please give 100,000 swords to Chang'an and give him a surprise."

"How do I ask for a sword?" Li Ping asked in a low voice.

In the battle of the Holy City, Chang'an hung ten thousand swords, if it wasn't for the five hundred miles radius and no sword cultivation, how could it be more than ten thousand swords?

Because after using it once, the sword of national fortune can be handed over in the air, but how to hand over the 100,000 sword?

"A hundred schools of thought contend for the Dao Law." As if sensing her confusion, the Master explained in a whisper.

Li Ping was taken aback, remembering the mist of doom in the battle of Yumen Pass, at that time, he relied on the formation to drive the doom to the west, and Chang'an then absorbed it with a sword.

Play the same old trick.

Use the Hundred Schools of Thought Dao Law to drive away 100,000 swords, and under the leadership of the Sword of National Fortune, a sword and sword followed towards the Holy City.

This is just speculation, and the actual implementation may fail.

And hundreds of schools of thought are contending for the Dao Law, and they are destined to have many victims.

The lantern hanging high on the far side of the street of the Master, sonorously said:

"Do what you want, there is no longer no one behind you, and there are thousands of lights!"

……

The spring thunder is moving, and everything is recovering.

The twelve inquisitors of the central round table were silent.

Every year when the Central Plains is in shock, the empire will send troops to attack and harass the frontier, on the one hand, to destroy the spring cultivation in Shu and Zhao, and on the other hand, to rob last year's grain stocks.

But this year there is no trouble.

The lonely soul does not move, and the empire does not dare to move.

It's been almost a fucking month and a half, and it's still haunting the valley hundreds of miles away from the Holy City.

"Under the crown of the gods, the Seven Saints of the Eastern Earth are guarding the border, the flying pigeons have been intercepted, and the spy intelligence can only go around the Korean Peninsula, and the movement of the Central Plains is not known for the time being."

Beth, who was in charge of intelligence, reported respectfully.

The rest of the Inquisitors were disgusted like swallowed flies.

If it weren't for the entire withdrawal of the Empire, would it be up to your seven saints to dare to show off their might?

Flying pigeons can only pass through the southern seas from the Korean Peninsula and the islands of the Japanese Kingdom, and then turn into the holy city.

"There's no need to inquire, it's nothing more than the sword of national fortune, does the master of the academy dare to come?"

Tuoba Tianxia sneered.

Beth nodded.

The empire can't do anything about lonely souls and wild ghosts for the time being, can't it kill you a rotten Confucian?

The land immortals also have to wag their tails and beg for mercy in the holy city!

Whoever bathes in the new world must be exalted only by the abyss, this is the law of heaven!

It's also the old world Hannu, which slipped through the net.

"Your Majesty, the magic weapon of the castle ......" a big-shouldered and round-waisted inquisitor stopped talking.

"All in one fell swoop!" Tuoba the world, the purple boy hates Sensen.

The Empire is also waiting for the lonely soul to enter the city.

Weapons must rely on the power of the abyss to be effective at their peak, and once they are out of the city, they are greatly reduced, which is why the empire would rather suffer humiliation than take the initiative.

"That's good!" The Inquisitor clenched his fists tightly.

In the past cognition, the Roman Kebri is the first person in the world.

He is known as Julius Caesar of the New World, the pinnacle of the true land immortals, and he is a line away from ascension.

But so what?

Still can't destroy the lonely ghosts!

Only now did I realize that killing or not being able to kill is the real invincibility in the world.

But as long as the soul is extinguished, Gu Changan will completely disappear.

"Your Majesty, Hannu is just a thorn on the road to imperial glory, how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, and the national shame is not a blessing."

The red-necked Inquisitor's face was relaxed.

It is not a self-spiritual comfort, nor is it a funeral.

There are not a few people who hold his point of view, the rise of the empire is too smooth, the southern and northern wars are invincible, and it has a territory of 20 million miles in the past few decades, and it has never encountered a low period at all.

After experiencing a common tribulation, we can better unite the hearts of the imperial people in the future!

The deeper meaning is that-

Even a sin demon like Gu Changan can't shake the foundation of the empire in the end, what are you guys of the remnants of the old dynasty dancing, honestly devoting yourself to the construction of the empire!

Of course, the premise of all this is to eradicate the lonely soul, one trough is enough, two troughs are called downhill, that is called complete decline!

Tuoba Tianxia stared at the red neck for a long time, without reprimanding or refutating.

Just like a medal, there are two sides to everything.

Her ruling career has been nailed to the pillar of shame, but it is also an opportunity.

The wicked will be praised for doing a good deed, and the prodigal son will be praised when he turns back, and the same is true.

Since the people are disappointed in the queen, if she continues to create brilliance in the future, won't she have a new life?

It all starts with the snow shame!

……

The grass grows and the warbler flies another year of spring.

In the red cliff of the Yangtze River, a brilliant colorful sword is moving back and forth on the rolling river.

100,000 sword cultivators from the north and south of the river gathered here, the scene was magnificent and turbulent, and the sword qi covered the sky and the sun.

"You have to help him." The black-robed young man carefully stroked his wooden sword, and he usually had to hold it when he slept, but now he was really reluctant to separate.

But for the sake of the homeland, let alone a sword, even if you throw your head and spill blood, you are willing to do it.

He was bored walking around, and suddenly saw a haunting shadow in the crowd.

The young man's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, he ran into the crowded crowd, but his eyes kept staring at the girl in the pink skirt, and finally squeezed to the side, pretending to be breezy and cloudy, and asked softly:

"Hey, are you here too?"

The girl in the pink skirt turned her head and looked him up and down.

The young man's expression was lightly described, but he was so nervous that he was afraid that the other party would come up with a sentence of "do we know each other", how embarrassing it was.

"It's fate." The girl has a cold personality.

"When Taishan said goodbye, I thought I wouldn't see it." Chen Jiele said.

The girl didn't answer, just stared at the wooden sword and quipped:

"Can you kill a brute dog with this sword?"

Chen Jie's face was embarrassed, compared to the sword made by the other party's meteoric iron, he looked extremely cold.

"Although I can't, Gu Yingying can definitely do." He defended himself.

The girl was noncommittal.

Peeking at her small face, Chen Jie was heartbroken, if he didn't show his heart this time, it would be difficult to have the opportunity to meet again in this life.

Would you like to enjoy your face for dinner?

He pondered the wording, and pretended to be casual:

"After the end, I'm going to Yangzhou City to worship Ding Yinglie, why don't we go together?"

"I'll think about it." The girl said.

It seems that his clumsy mind does not understand the woman's reserve, Chen Jie thought that the other party refused politely, and he said hurriedly:

"Give me a chance!"

The girl tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled shallowly:

"Let's make a bet, when the two swords return, your wooden sword has more blood than mine, and I will give you a chance."

"Okay." Chen Jie didn't think twice.

In fact, even if the wooden sword is not stained with the blood of the barbarian dog, I will be very happy, as long as the sword can come back, it means that Gu Yingying has won.

Instantly.

A magnificent voice resounded in the heavens and the earth.

"Sword up!"

The swords of the 100,000 swordsmen of Chibi were unsheathed and rushed into the air.

Mighty!

Push away the dark clouds and swallow thousands of miles!

The sword curtain shrouded both sides, obscuring the sky, and darkness slowly descended.

Ten miles away from the gorge, hundreds of cultivators sat cross-legged, and the light diffused in the center of the formation, gradually dazzling.

The Central Plains is not like the barbarians, who have thieves who are always looking around, and they must pay a price for whatever they want to summon.

For example, the formation of a hundred schools of thought.

Sincerely.

What is sincerity?

Prove sincerity with death.

When the flood came, he dug the canal himself and dredged it without asking the prophet.

The disease is epidemic, do not ask for miracles, try medicine and cure it by yourself.

The sky is falling, carry.

The ground is cracked, mended.

This is the Chinese nation, which does not believe in gods and only relies on its own hands!

Eighty years of gods, still want to control the people of four thousand years, how can there be such a reason?

"Confucianism."

The academy master hovered in the air and spat out two words indifferently.

A group of old Confucian scholars muttered words in their mouths, until a beam of light fell from the sky, until ...... The breath dies.

"Tell my seventy-year-old mother that I'm going to go on a tour, so she doesn't have to worry about it."

A cultivator waved at an old friend outside the formation.

He is a Legalist school, and he has never had the idea of loyalty to the monarch like Confucianism, and the emperor let him die, and he was unwilling!

But for the sake of national sacrifice, he did not hesitate.

As long as the common people no longer suffer, as long as we can end this dog's way in the hands of our generation, as long as we can give future generations a prosperous Central Plains, what about dying?

Gu Changan, please be sure to kill the barbarian and kill the barbarian again!

The master's eyelids were weak, his eyes were still hollow and lonely, and occasionally tears flickered.

The silent silence, the endless light, the fresh lives suddenly became cold, and the good ones were gone.

"Boom!"

He raised his arms expressionlessly, and his majestic righteousness gushed out, and the heavenly dome showed a brilliant half-pillar heavenly gate.

Chibi is silent.

Nervous and sad emotions filled the sea of people, and the faces of the 100,000 swordsmen were tensed.

Everyone was waiting for that moment.

The waves of the Yangtze River are roaring, but there is a suffocating atmosphere on both sides of the river.

Abrupt.

The sword of national fortune cracked open the night like a bolt of lightning, and the colorful arc cut through the sky, galloping towards the west.

Thundered!

Immediately after the sound of the sword, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the 100,000 swords were like arrows off the string, surging along the traces of the colorful swords, one sword after another, orderly and dazzling.

The Master's voice shook the sky.

"Born out of nowhere to shake Kunlun, read the spring of the Central Plains."

"Flying up 100,000 jade dragons, it will stir up the barbarians."

"Gentlemen, listen to the dragon!"

At this moment, 100,000 swords are like carrying the Five Mountains, carrying the Three Gorges, surrounded by the Great Wall, and hanging over the Yellow River!

It is the power of the nation.

Tear everything apart!

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