In the evening, Li sat on the eaves with his hands and knees folded, looking at the sky with a large rain curtain, crackling and crackling.

There was the sound of approaching footsteps in the dense raindrops, she smiled, and ran out against the rain, but suddenly stopped her pace, and the surprise disappeared in a flash, and she returned to the consciousness and pain lost in reality.

"Your Majesty."

The courtyard door was not bolted, and Pei Jingshu came with an umbrella.

"What?" Li Wan's face was expressionless, and the back of his hand wiped the rain from his eyes.

"He's gone." Pei Jingshu was inexplicably a little sad, and the master in the palace noticed that the sword qi was slashing through Chang'an City, so she came to this alley.

The two sat side by side, silent.

In fact, Li Wan was very aggrieved and sad, but in front of Gu Changan, how could she, an emperor, expose her weakest side, and the pain was quietly hidden, licking her wounds alone.

Pei Jingshu looked into the distance, pursed her lips and said abruptly:

"Your Majesty, the Central Plains has reached the most dangerous moment, and the master of the academy asks the Seven Kingdoms to take out half of the national fortunes, and then ask you to send a message to the Central Plains in the name of the orthodoxy of the imperial power of Shenzhou, calling on the monks of the world to gather at Yanmen Pass and expel them to the dark to welcome the dawn."

"Hmm." Li Wan responded, looked up at the gray sky, and said after a long time: "The troubled times are really long. ”

Entering the inner room, she looked around at the two pillows on the sandalwood bed, first laid out the brocade quilt, and then neatly folded the scattered clothes of the two of them and put them in the closet.

Seeing that her skirt occupied the cabinet, and Gu Changan only had three or two robes, she smiled silently:

"I knew that you were only a lifetime, so I wouldn't treat you harshly, what's the use of saving money."

After locking the two of their things and cleaning the house a few more times, Li Wan walked out of the courtyard with the key.

Huajue Lane is still potholed when it rains, Grandma Wang pushed the cart and walked towards her, looked at the gentle and dignified Pei Jingshu, and said curiously:

"Mrs. Gu, won't Xiao Gu send you to the jade shop today?"

Li Wan wanted to say that he had gone to save the people, and he was going to start torturing himself again, but the words came back to his lips, and he complained like a woman in the market:

"He doesn't want me anymore."

Junchen walked out of the alley, leaving only the overwhelmed grandmother.

Late at night.

With a wisp of rich color of the Taimiao flying to the north, dozens of masters stood outside the city, and in front of them was an empress wearing a dragon robe and a crown.

She regained her noble and majestic posture, and judged the courtyard laundry bride like two people, rather than waiting until the gray hair was not visible, it was better to take the opportunity to take a few more looks, besides, he was working hard for the survival of the nation, and he had to pick up the mission of Li Tang Sheji after all.

The empress took the lead in hanging in the air and rushed to the north.

The continuous raindrops were actually from north to south, and the closer they got to the north, the torrential rain poured down, and two days later, 800 miles away from Yanmen Pass, they could clearly perceive the earth-shattering qi surging engine.

……

Nine stops in the Central Plains, Yanmen is the first.

At this moment, whether it is a series of mountains or plains, it is a slow and huge raindrop, the raindrop is the size of a soybean, guided by the qi of heaven and earth, and drops fall to the ground.

The faces of countless monks in the Central Plains were as pale as iron, stiff and dark, and their hearts were extremely cold when they were washed away by the rain.

Boom!

A sword roared and startled.

As the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty rushed to the plains, the fortunes of the six countries converged with them, and in an instant, a brilliant and brilliant colorful giant sword stretched across the sky, illuminating the gray plain.

Almost without hesitation, he handed out half of China's national fortunes.

I had to break the cauldron and sink the boat, because Yanmen Pass could not be destroyed by the hands of barbarians, and the city wall could not collapse!

If the origin of the aura is gone, then the Central Plains can't even take out the bamboo strips, and there is nothing to fight against a sharp blade, how long can the Chinese nation hold out at that time?

Qin Shi Huang built the city wall to town the dragon vein of Shenzhou, to protect the Shenzhou Sheji, until now has always stood majestically, the Great Wall is not only a city wall, but also the spirit of the nation, is a civilization of the beam!

In the dark age, if the walls are gone, the spirit of resistance of many compatriots will collapse with it.

On the other side, there is a magnificent picture scroll, thirteen land immortals are sitting in the pass, twenty-seven abyss saints are standing around the formation, and the aura above stops and flows, and so on.

Tuoba Tianxia was dressed in a purple-gold dragon robe, without a mask, revealing an ugly and strange face, and she stared at the aura vortex calmly.

It took more than half a year, and Cable and the five top land immortals finally condensed the Heaven Destroying Formation at the cost of cultivating for nine years backwards.

The empire is coming.

Above board, not covered, just stepped into the territory of the Central Plains and stepped on the city wall.

She said gloomily:

"When the chariot of unity rolls on, what can you resist?"

"Your Majesty, Gu Chang'an passed through Yumen Pass three days ago but didn't stay, he should have returned to the lonely city."

The old woman on crutches stepped forward to remind.

This came as a surprise to her.

Who is Gu Changan?

Even if it is buried in the loess, once the Central Plains people are in trouble, they can break through the ground and fight to the death with the empire without Yin soldiers.

How could such a national martyr stand idly by, and if he thought he was afraid, the empire would be foolish.

There must be something planned.

"Have you ever heard of Wei saving Zhao during the Spring and Autumn Period of Dongtu?" Tuoba asked.

The old woman on crutches bowed, "He wants to destroy the Holy City." ”

"Let's change it." Tuoba Tianxia's tone is unwavering.

The old woman frowned slightly, looked at Julius Caesar and the five giants in the center of the formation, and sighed without a trace.

The Empire is prepared for the worst of the devastation and blood shedding in the Holy City.

After all, I haven't heard of Gu Chang'an for almost ten months, and I don't know to what extent my strength has grown, in case I can compete with the land immortals without using the colorful sword, for this devil, anything is possible.

But if you change it, you can change it!

！

Already humiliated twice, the empire can accept another national humiliation, the first time the people are mad with hatred, and the third time they will be numb.

But as long as the place of origin of the aura is destroyed, it is only a matter of time before the eastern land is annexed.

If he hadn't experienced the National Tribulation, Abyss would not have made such a choice at all, and it would be blamed on Gu Chang'an, a brute, who forced the empire to launch a bloody revenge.

"What do you smell?" Tuoba the world is full of interest.

The old woman on crutches took a deep breath of rain and mist, looked at the black plain, and said word by word:

"The smell of despair!

”

The mountains behind the pass are crowded with chariots, thousands of figures, black, white and yellow skins, it is obvious that all ethnic groups in the world are gathered in Yanmen Pass.

An order from the Empire, they did not dare not come.

At least for what purpose, obviously.

Shine your sword!

Due to the panic of the people in the two national disasters, there were many undercurrents within the empire, and there were many rebellions and uprisings, and even many of them wanted to regain their old land.

But tonight that ambition was extinguished.

Also rebelled......

Who would dare?

"The success of a civilization is measured not by the height of its ascension, but by how it rebounds when it goes downhill."

"Great empire, light under heaven!"

An old Roman count sighed with emotion, his blue eyes full of jealousy.

The rest of the blond-haired, white-skinned men, women, and children also echoed it, either reciting hymns or praying to God, in short, very pious and honorable.

After that night, the world was indeed watching the abyss of the empire, after all, it fell badly all at once, and the face was gone.

If you can't get up, then what are you waiting for, immediately gather the old ministry to prepare for a rebellion.

But the empire used iron-blooded means to tell the world-

It just doesn't get real.

I didn't expect to play casually, so I had to be serious.

Without a single soldier or soldier, the royal expedition under the crown of the gods, thirteen half-pillar heavenly gates, twenty-seven abyss saints, the scene of lining up in Yanmen Pass is too shocking!

If God had come, he wouldn't have been so domineering!

You must know that there is only one land immortal in the Central Plains, and it is still less than two years old, and there are only seven saints, this gap is ......

"Immortals don't move mortals, if it weren't for this precept, I'm afraid Dongtu would fall half of the country tonight."

A Buddhist with a high nose said quietly.

Stepping into the turbid world is already the bottom line, and you can't create murder and destroy the Dao heart, otherwise you will only protect the formation and not do it.

"The vicissitudes of life, the way of heaven is ruthless."

Several nobles who looked like high-ranking people stood together, staring at the city wall in front of them.

The wind and rain eroded into a broken remnant, but it is still condensed into a thick Chinese culture with a reckless momentum and majestic magnificence.

Once upon a time, their country admired Huaxia so much that it even knelt down and licked it willingly.

Especially in the glorious Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City is the most advanced and developed civilization in the world, and it deserves to be the center of the world!

"Suddenly remembered the period of Tang Gaozong, you don't know how to provoke the Tang Dynasty, it's the Battle of Baijiangkou, right?"

"Your naval division has 70,000 troops and 1,800 warships, while the Datang Expeditionary Navy Division has less than 10,000 and has temporarily built 170 warships."

"With a disparity of seven times the number of troops, your country is really a thousand miles away, and you have been beaten to the point of screaming."

The King of Baekje smiled and looked at a crowned man with thin and small eyes.

Emperor Uta looked embarrassed, and the battle was like a child provoking a strong man, which was really self-defeating and embarrassing.

The reason why Fusang is like the Tang Dynasty is to learn from the strong, and then defeat the strong openly, but unfortunately it is not an island that can be shaken.

"It's not like us, it's not like it, right? The personal conquest of our territory suffered a great defeat, which became one of the few defeats in his life. ”

Princess Silla is smiling, and it's hard not to be proud.

Emperor Uta said in a deep voice: "You still have the face to say? Later, Goguryeo was not destroyed by the Tang Dynasty, otherwise how would it be divided into Baekje Silla now? ”

The princess's smile faded away, and her expression froze.

"Hehe......" a fat, dark-haired man sneered softly.

"What are you laughing at?" Princess Silla was chilled and rebuked angrily:

"Tianzhu, huh? Don't think that merging now will erase the humiliation of the past. ”

"Jump into your mother river and drown, don't bother to reveal your scars."

The curly-haired man didn't say a word.

A few people didn't speak again, staring at the city wall in a daze.

Their feelings for the land of China are complicated.

They are both enemies and junior brothers, they have fought and borrowed money, and if there is a choice, they would rather go back to a hundred years ago.

At least Datang is still a human being.

After all, the state of etiquette has always pursued righteousness in doing things, and if you don't provoke him, he won't take care of you.

But the Great Barbarian Empire is different, barbaric and disorderly, and the people of the old country live in fear all day long.

"It's all coming to an end, and the sky can't be violated." Princess Silla sighed, as if they were all speaking fluent Holy City accents, in the near future, the Central Plains will also learn the culture of the ** country and be a dog for the empire.

Provided, of course, that there is a chance.

With the degree of the empire's prevention of the Central Plains, the extinction of the species is almost certain.

After all, there was basically no resistance between them and the Wa Kingdom, and the Holy City only sent 10,000 golden knights and 20,000 elite expeditions, so they raised their banners and kowtowed to surrender.

And what about Huaxia? Until now, the empire has used the killer weapon of the land immortals.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such tenacity? How can you rest assured that your nation will be obedient to the people?

……

The colorful sword on the plain shines for 800 miles, with the master of the academy and the Dongwu Qin Gong as the center, and there are thousands of hundreds of monks to arrange the formation.

The Central Plains has always had only these two magic weapons.

The sword of national fortune and the battle formation of a hundred schools.

Both civilizations are waiting for the final collision.

Once the barbarian formation begins to erupt, the Central Plains must protect Yanmen Pass with death, otherwise the aura will collapse, and even if there is still a remnant, it will only be minimal.

At this time, the two crossed the Great Wall and slowly walked towards the North China Plain, the old man in the Confucian robe at the front wore a bamboo crown, looked at the Central Plains Erlang with complicated eyes, and the monks who rushed to the ends of the earth when they heard the news.

"It's a dog from afar, but Duke May up close." Beiliang Ruan Immortal swept into the air, squinting and jumping over Mei Shougeng to look at the land immortal behind him.

"Ruan Gong, don't resist." Mei Shougeng said in a low voice.

In an instant, the monk's face was hideous, he already hated this No. 1 traitor in the Central Plains, and at this moment he couldn't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood!

"Brute, dare to walk into the Central Plains?"

The nearest cultivator was furious and rushed out regardless of life and death.

Mei Shougeng gently pushed with both hands, it was not a righteous spirit, the shallow mist was fleeting, and several monks were unscathed, but they couldn't move.

He looked down at his toes, and when he raised his face, he said wistfully:

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time."

"Three days later, the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't make unnecessary sacrifices, go back to reunite with your family."

After speaking, he looked straight around the plain.

The destruction of Yanmen Pass is the most united will of the abyss, and the Central Plains will definitely not be saved, rather than sacrificing the monks in vain, it is better to preserve the strength and find another way out after surrendering the empire.

Ruan Xian looked at him expressionlessly:

"Mei Shougeng, why don't you take a self-portrait of yourself? Now that you are standing on the land that gave birth to you and raised you, do you not feel ashamed of your fathers and fathers, and do you not feel shameless in living? ”

Mei Shougeng closed his eyes gently, and when he opened his eyes, he looked resolute:

"I have never sought personal interests for myself, I dare to face the common people, face the history books, peace and save the people is the only way!"

"You are nothing more than ridiculous national pride, and you think it is shameful to submit to the former tribe, and your dignity is more important than preserving the flame of civilization?"

The land immortal behind him was full of displeasure, and forcibly held it down again.

If he could really convince Dongtu to stop the Hundred Schools of Thought Formation and the National Fortune Sword, then the abyss would be able to free up his hands to deal with Gu Chang'an and reduce the losses of the Holy City.

It's almost unlikely, but it doesn't hurt to try.

"Peace, save the people?" Ruan Xian smiled, his cloudy old eyes burst out with a touch of murderous intent, and said in a deep voice:

"Is it that Lang Huaxia is a slave to the barbarians? It is to abandon the ancestral civilization to surrender to the backward and barbaric culture, it is to let the descendants wear a nondescript dog tail hair, and it is to make the land of Shenzhou become the home of razed seeds. ”

Mei Shougeng was silent and did not deny it.

But there are some words that cannot be put into words.

He clearly understood the root cause of the empire's most unsolvable contradictions, which would sooner or later collapse.

That is the conflict between the abyss and kingship, between the abyss and the territory of 20 million miles!

Why was the abyss able to seize power?

Because the Heavenly Dao is Gu Tuoba tribe, but it does not mean that Tuoba people can soar to the sky, and their talents are uneven, this is fate, just like some people are born with disabilities, and some people are born smart and smart.

There will always be one or two talented monks who are not willing to be ruled, so they gather in the abyss to form a chain of interests that are beyond the royal power and must be attached to the barbarian heaven, and over time a very solid chain of interests will be formed.

What if the Chinese nation can also produce so many world-class martial arts wizards?

As long as you can enter the Abyss Castle, it is very likely that you will rise to the top with violence like Julius Caesar!

succeeded, slowly encroached on the center of the empire, and finally achieved the recasting of Chinese glory!

Even if the people of the nation are killed to the core, as long as there is still a fire, in another hundred and thousands of years, there will always be a fire to rekindle China, and then there will be China left in the world, the real supreme nation!

The more painful it is, the more reborn it is!

The deeper the nirvana, the more magnificent the new life!

Therefore, peaceful surrender is the most correct choice.

His heart is sincere, and he will not regret his death!

"I know that this land doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and believes in the common people."

"But what about the heavens?"

"You have to believe it."

Mei Shougeng opened his mouth quietly, suddenly silent, and when he spoke again, his tone was sharp and loud.

"The fault is Gu Changan's fault!"

"It was he who challenged the bottom line of the empire step by step, which led to the bloody revenge of the empire, if there was no him in the world, our nation would have given up resistance a few years ago."

"You think he is a hero, but in the eyes of the old man, it was he who brought the Shenzhou Continent into the quagmire, and it was he who made the people suffer the wrath from the Heavenly Dao!"

The plain fell into an endless dead silence for a moment, and countless monks suppressed their anger, and their emotions were almost out of control.

How can there be such a brazen person in the world??

"Yes, he is very brave and great, but he is also hurting the future of the nation, even if he walks a hundred miles, even if he walks ninety steps? After all, the bamboo basket is empty, what is the difference between not reaching the end and standing at the starting point? ”

Mei Shougeng's old face turned red, this is indeed his heartfelt words, and now he can finally vent it.

Why resist?

Or with such drastic and irreconcilable means?

Ruan Xian laughed, and said in a sensible tone:

"From ancient times to the present, Shenzhou will not become a slave to be slaughtered by others, and go back to the barbarian den as soon as possible, and we will not sacrifice our lives to humiliate the nation, the people will suffer, and the civilization will be covered with dust."

"It's been like this since ancient times, right?" Mei Shougeng's voice was hoarse, pointing to the increasingly blazing light of Yanmen Pass, pointing to the figures of those great shore Mohu, and roaring:

"Who can compete?"

Countless monks were silent, and a sense of powerlessness swept through their bodies.

Sitting back and watching the barbarians show off their might in the territory, the humiliation and dignity are lost, and the discomfort in their hearts is more painful than the physical torture that tortures them.

……

Far West.

A lonely city.

The wind is blowing.

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