The scenery of the northern country is thick and desolate in autumn, and the long wind blows by, and the ground is withered and yellow.

Outside Wuling Pass, a tragic battle has just ended, a mess, red, yellow, white, mottled colors are mixed together, like a cloth that has been knocked over with dye, there is a strong visual impact rushing to the face.

A ferocious vulture swooped down from the sky and spooked away a flock of crows that had been foraging on the ground for food. However, this group of black-pressed guys did not fly away, but landed nearby and continued to peck. Their long, sharp mouths poke down to outline a piece of flesh.

The flesh and blood came from all kinds of corpses, men and horses, most of which were mutilated in the fierce fighting, some had no hands, some had no feet, and some could not even find their heads......

After a long time, there is still blood dripping into the soil below. With this red moisturization, the spring of the next year will definitely be able to grow lush grass covers.

On the Wuling Pass, there was a blank blank, and the guards stood on it with weapons, like a wooden man, and even their eyes were dull.

After a series of hard battles, accustomed to blood, all the mood and enthusiasm have long been smoothed out, and even the fear has disappeared, leaving only numb persistence.

Maybe they themselves don't know what they're holding onto.

In Wuling Pass, on the fertile plain, is the capital Chang'an.

When the dynasty built the capital, it invited the masters to survey the geography, calculate the direction of feng shui, drive hundreds of thousands of laborers, and spend nearly ten years to finally build such a majestic high city, and named it "Chang'an".

Long-term stability, passed on from generation to generation!

However, just as the jade seal engraved on the heirloom jade seal is "both longevity and eternal prosperity", there is no eternity in all things in the world. The rise and fall of dynasties and countries are determined.

Now, the dynasty is dead, and the majestic city has begun to fall. At this time, if there are cultivators here, watching the breath, they will be surprised to find that on the city of Chang'an, there is a dead air, gray and black mixed together, and it is completely dull and silent.

As for the broken remnants of the dragon qi, it has long been blinded and suppressed to the point that it will not see the light of day, and it is difficult to find a trace.

In the big city, there are thousands of houses, but every house is closed, and the spacious streets are deserted and pedestrians are rare.

After several wars, this century-old famous capital, known as "condensing the world's reputation and gathering thousands of luck", has been tossed to the point of dying, and the breath is like a gossamer.

No matter how magnificent or strong the city is, it is a dead thing, and it is the people who live inside, including the dignitaries and nobles who live in the Forbidden City, as well as the ordinary people in the outer city. But right now, no matter how high or low, no matter how high or low, everyone lives in a kind of suppressed fear and despair.

Meng Yuan's iron cavalry came, and the soldiers came to pass.

This is a group of blue-faced and fanged aliens, fierce and fierce, a little more ferocious than the barbarian army in the barbarian state, and they even have a tradition of cooking and eating.

In the past, there was Liangzhou, an important border town, and there were strong Liangzhou iron riders to protect the peace and happiness of the homeland. It's just that when civil strife starts, when internal friction squanders the national strength, and when the government and the opposition dump the brain drain, the entire Tianxi is like a gorgeous silk satin, splashed on the sparks, and it burns up all at once, and it can't be extinguished.

These consequences are unexpected by many people.

Yuan Wenchang also didn't expect that he repaired the book and sent it to the grassland that day, stated the main points of interests, and asked Meng Yuan to send troops to invade Liangzhou.

Liangzhou, which lost its armor, was too easy to be broken, and the superior of Meng Yuan thought: Maybe Chang'an, too......

So, why not just hit it?

The flower world of the Central Plains, the fertile land, beautiful men and women...... They have been salivating for a long time and have been thinking about it for a long time.

Everything needs to be raised, and ambition is also raised.

On the other hand, Yuan Wenchang, who had just won the capital, had an unstable foothold, and after a series of bitter battles, the army under his command was already in a state of the end of the crossbow. The winner has been decided. If it weren't for Wuling, he would have been beaten to Chang'an.

However, the Xiongguan is long, and it has been broken once before.

So what about this time?

The cool breeze blew into the Forbidden City and onto the old man's neck.

Yuan Wenchang suddenly felt a chill, and subconsciously tightened the coat on his body: The first snow this year will definitely be earlier than last year.

There were henchmen and guards on the left and right, and they noticed Yuan Wenchang's movement of wrapping his clothes, and suddenly found that the general was already old.

Yes, although Yuan Wenchang still stood like a javelin, his expression as resolute as a rock, his temples were frosty, and there were two more wrinkles on his forehead, and his eyes sometimes showed inexplicable worry and sadness...... In fact, Yuan Wenchang is already over fifty years old.

In this era, seventy years are rare, and fifty years are early, and they have passed the stage of prime of life.

There are fewer and fewer people available around Yuan Wenchang, some died in battle, some died of illness, and he had many children, but he couldn't find one who could share his worries and solve problems.

There used to be one, his youngest son, with outstanding talent and a strong head, was respected by countless people as a "young general" at a young age, and was also designated as a hidden dragon by many people.

In fact, this title is quite taboo, because Yuan Geshu is not a son-in-law, and Yangzhou has always been Yuan Wenchang's final say, and he is not willing to hand over power easily.

Finally, under the suppression of various factors, Yuan Geshu vomited blood and died.

When he heard the news, Yuan Wenchang also had a moment of heartache, but only now did he realize what kind of harm his young son's untimely death was to himself. Maybe on that day, he began to get really old......

"I don't believe it, I want to change my life against the sky, I want to ascend the throne and become the emperor!"

Yuan Wenchang squeezed out these words between his teeth, and when he heard them left and right, they were stunned, and a thought came to his mind: The general is crazy!

......

"Yuan Wenchang is crazy. ”

In the Kunlun view, the real person who forgot the machine sighed, his eyes changed, standing in the courtyard and not knowing what he was looking at, as if he was looking at the withered trees in the courtyard, and seemed to be looking at the birds flying away in the sky, or looking at the people who were imprisoned in the city, like pigs and sheep in the slaughterhouse.

"Well, it's time to really leave, South, it's good......"

The Taoist turned abruptly, his sleeves fluttering, and entered the temple.

As soon as the tent opened, the door was closed, and it was never opened again.

On the land of the south, on the same day, Ye Rongtong left Zhongzhou, entered the Yongzhou region, and headed towards the state and county.

The journey is bumpy and subversive, and it is never easy to enjoy.

However, Ye Rongtong's heart was fiery and full of anticipation, and he couldn't sit still along the way, and kept visiting outside-

So, he saw a different Yongzhou!