Ning Que stood on the snow street with his head down, blood kept flowing out from the finger hole, and the blood clots that were frozen by the cold were washed away by new blood from time to time, looking very miserable.

He held the pestle in one hand and the hilt of the knife as soon as he grasped it, but he couldn't write the talisman, and he didn't have the strength to swing the knife, if it wasn't for the Pu knife supporting his body, maybe he might fall down again at any time.

He did not look into the eyes of the Lord, because if he made contact with the eyes of the Lord, he could die, but he could only look at the feet of the Lord, and his gaze was as low as the dust under the snow.

He was covered in blood, most of which was the blood of ordinary people who had died at the hands of the Viewer before, and he felt that the newly stained blood was even hotter than his own.

Stirred by the blood of ordinary people, his blood has already been hot, but the unwillingness of the Junzi Kingdom in Chapter 176 of the Year of the Fourth Volume of the Fourth Volume of the Curtain to Fall (II) is that his body is cold, and his heart is also cold.

No matter how much unwillingness there is, it is also extinguished by the cold, frozen without any life, and naturally it is impossible to find any strength, only exhaustion and helplessness.

Countless characters are still floating in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, hidden in the wind and snow, and with the help of the power of the supply of the Amazing Array, they have never dispersed.

This is Ning Que's most powerful means, but it has been proven at this time that it cannot defeat the Viewer.

He looked at the Watchman's feet, as if he had seen the corpses of the most courageous and fearless ants, all of whom were now dead.

Amazing courage can't change the gap between heaven and man, so what can the people in the world do except surrender to Haotian? What is the point of being unwilling...... Contemplating the Lord's life of monasticism. The cultivation is Haotian ruthless, and he is clever and unhindered, the most good at forbearance, a person who can endure, a person who is accustomed to forbearance, and there is absolutely no forbearance.

Today's Tang people who are scrambling to die on the snow street, although it has not changed the outcome of this battle. But the incredible scenes made him feel a little surprised.

It's not that I'm unbearable, Chapter 176 of the year of the fourth volume of the curtain is unwilling, but I'm incomprehensible.

The Lord has seen many people who are able to face the final end calmly. But those people were all transcendent great cultivators without exception, but there were very few ordinary people.

In the city of Chang'an, there are so many ordinary people who calmly welcome death at the same time. This was beyond his expectations, or beyond his evaluation of ordinary people.

"Tang people...... Maybe it's something special. ”

The viewer looked at the old and weak women and children in front of him, looked at the faces without any fear in the wind and snow, and suddenly asked, "Can you be willing to die like an ant?"

The answer to his question was the old lady Chao.

The old lady walked to the crowd with a cane and said: "Sweet is sweet, willing is comfortable, how can you make yourself feel comfortable?" I don't know what kind of answer people outside will say, but for us old Chang'an people. As long as you don't feel ashamed when you die, you will feel comfortable. ”

It turns out that Gan Xin can be explained in this way. ”

The viewer looked at the old lady and said, "The old man is extraordinary, what do you call it?"

The old lady said: "My surname is Chao, and generally the younger generations call me Erxuan." I think I'm older than you, so you can tell me to break it up. It's not like I'm taking advantage of you. ”

"I'm nothing extraordinary, we're just ordinary people, but whether it's the most ordinary person or the most unusual person like you, in the final analysis, we are all human, as long as we are human, we will die. ”

The meaning of the old lady's words is very clear. Whether you are a believer in Zhiguan Guan Guan or a believer in Haotian, after death, you will eventually become a handful of loess or a handful of ashes, then we are equal.

"That's why so many people are vying to die. ”

The viewer looked at the corpses of the Tang people scattered everywhere on Suzaku Avenue and said thoughtfully.

"I have always had a tradition of dying. ”

The old lady's expression gradually became stern, and said: "The first battle with the countries, when the wind and rain are shaking, the Tang people have no surrender, and the desolate people have no surrender, the Tang people have no surrender, since the Weisi River has been unveiled, it has been more than 1,000 years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and there are countless people who have died generously. ”

"When Emperor Taizu was a messenger, he did not hesitate to risk the disaster of destroying the country, exhausted the national strength, and made the army expedition to the Northern Wilderness, until the slaughter of the enemy chieftain was willing to return to the teacher, the academy was a lonely young girl, daring to compete with the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, and the second Mr. cut the stone statue of Ke Buddha, only to show a little evil, the reason why Tang is strong, strong is to dare to hate. ”

"The reason why Tang is strong is because of the Tang people. The old lady looked at the master and said in an old voice: "Since ancient times, there have been people who have worked hard, people who have worked hard, people who have worked hard, people who dare to shoot cases, and some people who have died generously in the face of injustice and bullying...... The Zhennan army marched towards Qingxia with difficulty in the mountains and forests of Kunshan Mountain.

The cold rain penetrated through the collar, taking away the temperature and bringing the sick. From time to time, soldiers fell off the cliff, and their companions stood on the edge of the cliff in silence for a moment, and then continued to advance.

They bowed their heads tiredly, even though they knew that it was late, but they still refused to stop their steps, risking their lives, running unreasonably, desperately rushing the road...... Yang Erxi cut down an Eastern Barbarian.

He cherished the scimitar he had received from the battlefield, put it back in its sheath, removed the pitchfork from his shoulder, and slammed it down to make sure the barbarian was dead.

The fighting in the fields gradually subsided.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped and looked around, and then saw several familiar companions lying in the winter field covered with light snow.

When the battle was over, he stood in front of the shallow new mounds of earth, silent for a long time, and then looked in the direction of his hometown, he missed his wife's stewed pig's trotters.

The wall in the hometown school has not yet been painted.

Back then, because he felt that the salary given by the yamen was not authentic, he insisted on refusing to accept the job, quarreled with Lizheng, and even almost lifted the wine table, and was always ready to go to the county government to fight a lawsuit, until he couldn't stand his daughter's anger and his wife's muttering, so he took it unhappily.

But only half of it. saw the announcement, so he carried a straw fork and wine and meat on his back, and left his hometown to the far east of Xinjiang, and the walls of the school hall did not know when they would be finished.

I don't know if there's a chance to finish it.

At least on his hands.

Yang Erxi looked in the direction of his hometown, thinking about these things that made him feel very troublesome, and frowned in annoyance, and the new scar cracked again.

Blood was dripping downward. He raised his arm and wiped it with his sleeve, suddenly thinking of the gentleman in the school. Now I don't get angry about that unpainted wall.

So he laughed happily...... The battle to the Late Plains Ranch is still fierce.

The dwarf officer was brought to his knees under the pressure of several scimitars of the barbarians, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

He's struggling to hold on.

A dark shadow flew up from the side. Slammed into the barbarians.

The scimitar sliced brightly across the burning meadow.

The black shadow fell to the ground, was stabbed twice in the chest, and was drenched in blood, and it looked like it was not alive.

The officer recognized it as his attendant.

He shouted angrily, and the Pu knife in his hand left the top of his head and slashed towards the opposite side.

At this moment, he didn't even think about the scimitar above his head, which would cut himself in half.

He was lucky.

The besieging barbarians were killed by him, and he did not die.

He was stabbed in the shoulder. Blood spilled out like milk wine in a ripped wine bag.

The most dangerous thing was that his helmet was knocked off by the enemy's knife.

The enemy's blade, after knocking off the helmet, also cut his bun.

The black hair was scattered over the shoulders, and the delicate face was not covered by armor. At this time, everyone could see that the officer was actually a woman.

She is Situ Yilan.

She carried a heavy Pu knife, with a body full of injuries and anger, and with the last of her subordinates, she started the fight again, she didn't know how long she was going to fight. But know that you will fight to the death or victory...... There is such a saying in Chang'an, which can support the lonely ...... of six feet"

The old lady looked at the viewer and continued.

At this time, the imperial palace in the distance was shrouded in wind and snow.

Tang Xiaotang stood in the snow in front of the hall and quietly looked at the south.

The queen mother took the little emperor's hand and stood behind the threshold, looking at the increasingly fast snow outside the palace.

There was a coughing sound from the other end of Snow Street, and the senior brother walked out.

The cotton jacket on his body was already in tatters, and the cotton poked out from it, white like snow, and in some places it was dyed red, red like blood.

It's fresh and glamorous, and it's all moving.

Ning Que stood on the other side of the street, also covered in blood.

He held the pestle of the array, and the blood condensed the pestle and the palm together.

This pestle, this array, this city, was entrusted to him by the teachers and His Majesty.

Then he will not let go until he dies.

The old lady's hand holding the cane trembled slightly, and his voice suddenly became excited.

"You can send a hundred miles of life...... In front of the Blue Gorge.

Jun Mo's clothes are correct, and the crown is correct.

He held the iron sword in one hand and looked at the enemy horsemen like a stream of iron in the field.

His face was expressionless, and he began to burn the last of his mind.

As if the heavens and the earth felt the heat brought by the burning of his life, the faint rain suddenly stopped, and the rain clouds above the field gradually dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky.

The sun shone through the cracks in the clouds and fell on him.

fell on the fellow students of the academy...... The old lady looked at the corpses of the Tang people all over the street, and suddenly the old man burst into tears, and then laughed again, looked at the viewer and shouted: "...... When it comes to the big festival, it can't be taken away, and the gentleman is also ...... The voice of the old man echoed in the Vermilion Bird Avenue, in the wind and snow, on the Winter Willow Snow Lake, in front of the Qingxia, in the Kunshan Mountain, in the eastern Xinjiang, in the northern Xinjiang, in every inch of the Tang Kingdom.

You can support the loneliness of six feet, you can send the life of a hundred miles, and you can't take it away when you are on the big festival, and the gentleman is also!

"I Datang has never lacked such people, Datang is a gentleman's country. ”

The old lady stared at the eyes of the master, and said sharply: "Such a beautiful country is going to be destroyed from the world by you thieves, and you still ask me if I am willing......"

He raised his cane and prepared to smash it.

"I'm willing to be your grandmother...... This chapter is really hard work, it took a long time to write, and the next chapter may be a little later. ）rq！！！