To the north of Chang'an City, by the Weishui River, on the north bank of the Benqiao, the Turkic army lined up a large array facing Chang'an City.

"Uncle, why haven't you come back after losing your mind for so long?" said the Turki Khan to the Jieli Khan beside him.

The Turki Khan was only twenty-three years old, and his body was relatively thin and white. Although he is also a Turkic Khan, compared to the forty-seven-year-old Jieli Khan, it is inevitable that he will have a sense of childishness and youthfulness.

On the other hand, Jieli Khan, with a burly body and a face, looked at Chang'an City with a cold light in his eyes, and the temperament of the grassland overlord was fully revealed.

Hearing Tuli's inquiry, Jieli squinted his eyes, but said lightly: "Probably Li Shimin kept him as a guest." ”

Tuli rolled his eyes imperceptibly. Hmph, it's nice to say, and you're a guest, it's a blessing not to be killed by the emperor of the Tang Dynasty!

Suddenly, he paused and looked at the other side of the river: "Uncle Jieli, look, there's someone over there!"

"I've seen it for a long time. Jieli casually agreed, and his gaze towards Chang'an City did not move.

But if you look closely, you will find that although he seems to be looking at Chang'an City, he is actually looking at the person in Tuli's mouth.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a wide green shirt, which seemed to be a Taoist robe from the Central Plains. The figure is thin, neither tall nor short, walking slowly and leisurely step by step, with a bulging bag on his back, as if he is carrying something, and a piece of wood protrudes. When I got closer, I saw that it seemed to be a musical instrument.

The man seemed to be oblivious to the 200,000 troops on this side, and walked leisurely up the bridge step by step, and only stopped in the middle of the bridge. Shi Shiran sat in the center of the bridge, took off the musical instrument on his back, it was a huqin, and put it on his lap and pulled it up.

The sound of the huqin sounded, different from the leisurely temperament of the Taoist, the sound of the qin was faint, very desolate, like sighing, like crying, trembling with the sound of the qin, making a staccato sound, like a drop of light rain falling on the leaves, people couldn't help but feel sad.

Jieli and Tuli can't make the repertoire, and they don't know that this is not a Tang Dynasty music, but "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" composed by the later folk musician A Bing.

The pathos of this song is deeply moving, giving people a sense of depression and stubbornness, and showing a subtle and difficult and desolate beauty.

The Turkic army was already gathered at the north bridgehead of the bridge, which was very close to the center of the bridge, and the Turks and Jieli were in the front army. The sad sound of the piano came, so that both of them couldn't help but follow the sound of the piano, immersed in the sadness of the piano music.

The man in the center of the bridge even sang: "The burrow is empty, and the wat was full of beds back then...... The withered grass and withered poplar used to be a singing and dancing field...... The spider silk is full of carved beams, and the green yarn is now pasted on the canopy window...... What do you say about the fat is thick...... Fan Zhengxiang...... How to ...... temples Yesterday, the loess Longtou sent white bones...... Tonight's red light tent bottom...... Lying Mandarin Duck ......" The voice was long, and the voice was very desolate.

Jieli and Tuli couldn't help but feel inexplicably sad, although they didn't understand the lyrics and songs, and they didn't know what the verses of "seeing him get up Zhu Lou, watching him feast guests, and seeing his building collapse", but the voice of the Taoist was very penetrating, so that they couldn't help but shed tears, and the soldiers who could hear the sound of the piano were also red-eyed, as if they felt something.

Jieli was still hard-willed, and he was shocked all over the ground, and shouted: "Wu Na Dao people, what kind of demon magic do you make!" Wake up Tuli and the other soldiers.

The people in the center of the bridge did not move, the sound of the piano was still the same, and the mouth was still singing desolately: "The box is full of gold...... Silver full box...... Eyes beggar...... Slander by all...... Sighing for others...... Lives are not long...... That knows yourself...... Returning to mourn ......"

The pathetic tune greatly annoyed Tuli. He is now leading the troops to fight, but the Taoist deliberately came to sing such a declining song, and his life will not be long for a while, and he will return to mourn for a while, who will he curse?

And in addition to being angry, he was also a little worried, because with the singing voice of that man, the morale of the Turkic soldiers behind him obviously dropped again and again, and it seemed that it was about to be completely gone.

Tuli knew that he couldn't let the Taoist sing anymore, otherwise he was afraid that he would be defeated without a fight, so he sighed, pulled out the treasure knife on his waist, and pointed the tip of the knife at the center of the bridge, and suddenly shouted: "That stinky Taoist, hurry up and shut up grandpa!"

However, the Taoist in the center of the bridge still did not hear it, and the louder the sound of the huqin, the more poignant the tune between the singing and chanting became: "There is a way to train...... Guarantee that he will be a strong beam in the future...... Choosing a ...... Who wants to be left in ...... The sorrowful and bitter voice of the ...... in Fireworks Lane made Tuli more and more annoyed, and he didn't dare to let the Taoist sing.

"Thief Taoist, you are looking for death!" saw Tu Li shout angrily again, rubbed the ground and kicked on, turned over and got on the horse.

Jieli next to him was much more steady, and stopped him: "Tuli be careful, this person is of unknown origin, 200,000 troops face to face, dare to come, and have no fear, I'm afraid there is fraud in it." Don't be impulsive!"

But Tuli is young and vigorous, how can it be so easy to listen to persuasion? Regardless of the obstruction, he said: "Uncle, don't worry, look at me and take his head back!" After speaking, he clamped the horse's belly, sighed the law, and the horse's hooves were clanging, and quickly rushed onto the bridge.

The Taoist over there was still singing in the faint silence of not knowing whether he was alive or dead: "Because I suspect that the yarn hat is small...... Cause...... Flail ...... Yesterday was a cold ...... Suspicious ...... The voice of the purple python ...... is still desolate and pathetic, without the slightest urgency.

Jieli's heart moved slightly, and he said secretly: Right now, this person's behavior is so weird, it's better to let Tuli be a reckless man, even if it is really dangerous, it will be beneficial and harmless to himself. Then, I don't know what I thought of again, not only did he no longer stop him, but a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, Tuli had already rushed out of half the distance, and the Taoist in the center of the bridge was still pulling the strings unhurriedly, still humming in his mouth: "Random baking...... You sing it...... I'm on the scene...... Confession of a foreign land...... It's the hometown ......" until the last word came out, and Tuli had rushed up to him on horseback, and the scimitar struck him by the neck.

The man was unhurried, leaned back slightly, and at the same time let go of the huqin bowstring with his right hand, touched it on his waist, and quickly raised it to aim at Tu Li's head.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and finally at the moment of pulling the trigger, Zhang Xuanqing still turned the muzzle of the gun and let the bullet hit the knife surface.

Although his marksmanship is not good, he will not miss the target at such a close distance. I only heard a loud sound, and the sharp scimitar leaned back, unable to stand the force, and flew away.

Suddenly, the BMW under the crotch suddenly let out a sad roar and fell to the ground, but was injured by the bullet that bounced back from the knife face.

Tuli was also startled, and before he could react, he was thrown off the horse's back by the horse and made a rolling gourd.

looked at Zhang Xuanqing again, sighed softly, lowered his head, continued to pull up the bowstring, and sang in a babbling and desolate voice: "It's ridiculous...... In summary...... It's all for others...... Make...... Wedding Dress ......"

Make a wedding garment for someone else!

Tuli was shocked, and he couldn't help the horror in his heart anymore: "You...... You...... Who the hell are you?"