Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Lake Heart Pavilion.

The old man's hair was meticulously combed, and he was wearing a very wide robe. He looked at the central officials and the children who were on the sidelines, and said Dandan:

"The spy in the holy city of Beiliang sent a letter to me, and the barbarians are planning to swallow Xishu in one fell swoop."

The atmosphere was suddenly depressed.

The princes sighed and felt heavy pressure.

"Your Majesty, Xishu is the barrier of the Central Plains. If it falls into the hands of barbarians, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Prime Minister Chen Zhigu got up and said bluntly, the face of the gully became more and more vicissitudes.

"Chen Xiang, the last time the coalition failed miserably, Beiliang is no longer able to support."

The Minister of War, Le Lian, took the opportunity to answer.

"I can't help it!" Chen Zhigu's attitude was very strong.

Le Lian confronted him tit for tat: "It's time for Tang, Yan, and Chu to send troops to the west. The strongest iron cavalry in Beiliang deserves to charge into battle? Yumenguan must be defended, Mobei must be defended, and there is nothing to support Xishu!"

"Seven countries join forces." Chen Zhi's ancient words were concise and comprehensive.

Facing the stubborn Chen Xiang, Le Lian stood up and said angrily:

"Chen Xiang, can't let Bei Liang have a few dead tombs?"

"Okay." Xu Ting stopped the quarrel, his deep-set eyes were not angry.

"let's hit."

His voice was flat and unquestionable.

"Yes..." Le Lian shook his head, unwilling.

"Barbarians are discussing genocide policy." Xu Ting said in a hoarse voice.

In an instant, everyone in the pavilion was horrified.

Le Shangshu, who was fiercely opposed, said angrily:

"Fight! Must fight!"

How could he not know the reason why his lips are dead and his teeth are cold, precisely because Bei Liang's situation is so bad, he is willing to be notorious to be against sending troops.

But if the barbarians slaughter the Chinese people,

If Bei Liang sits on the sidelines, he will be ashamed of the nation, and shameless to see his ancestors!

The Seven Kingdoms split the Tang Dynasty only because after the An-Shi Rebellion, the world had lost confidence in Li Tang and hated the dozen or so short-lived emperors of the Li family who had misbehaved.

So they established themselves as separatists, trying to save the Chinese civilization in another way and recast its former glory.

But no matter what, the bloodline of the descendants of Yan and Huang will not change, the ancestors in the sky are watching!

Just when the atmosphere was stiff, the one-eyed eunuch stepped into the Huxin Pavilion and said softly:

"Your Majesty, General Yongwu and Uncle Li Yang Zhang Yifang have requested an audience."

Xu Ting's expression suddenly turned cold:

"Xuan!

"

The ministers looked at each other, Zhang Yifang was only a fifth-rank general, and he was familiar with this person because he was stationed at the crucial Yumen pass.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yifang approached the pavilion, and before he could bow, he was smashed on the shoulder by the kettle, and shattered to the ground with a thud.

"Leaving the pass without authorization, who gave the military order? There is a loss at the border, the barbarians hurt my people, and it is not enough for the center to kill you 10,000 times!

"

Xu Ting was rarely furious, his voice was as thick as a drum of war, and murderous intent shot out from his eyes.

Everyone was silent, and the generals guarding the border must be calm and strict in order. Zhang Yifang said that it was reckless if it was light, but it was a violation of the Holy Order if it was serious.

"Before I left, I set up a defense line, and Yumenguan is absolutely safe."

Zhang Yifang obeyed and did not dare to look up at His Majesty's eyes.

In the past few years, there have been almost no major battles at Yumen Pass, and he always thought that barbarians would not dare to covet Yumen Pass.

It turned out that the man had endured everything alone, and Gu Changan had turned the Western Regions upside down by himself.

"It is difficult to give the most reasonable explanation, I will kill you!" Xu Ting's expression was indifferent.

"Your Majesty, please take a look." Zhang Yifang presented the folded rice paper over his head and handed it over to the eunuch.

The important minister frowned slightly. Could it be that the key information involving the barbarians has reached the level of burning eyebrows?

But in the next moment, their eyes froze.

His Majesty will never take "horrified", "shocked" and other emotions on the surface, because that means beyond the control.

But at this time, His Majesty's face was tense and seemed to be sad?

"Wei Chen retire."

Zhang Yifang left silently.

He now deeply understands the meaning of "mission".

One person and one city, no matter how desperate the situation is, they must defend the territory of the Central Plains.

A thin and thin scholar, who climbed out of the Western Regions in three years, was tortured on the way and never gave up, just because he had a mission.

And his mission is to lead the Beiliang Iron Cavalry to defend the Yumen Pass.

Huxinting fell into a long dead silence.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?" Prime Minister Chen Zhigu was the first to break the silence.

Xu Ting's expression was dazed, his eyes seemed to transcend the barriers of the vast mountains and rivers, and he saw a mottled city in the desert, with a lonely figure at the top of the city wandering back and forth, day and night.

He moved his lips and said in pain:

"Keep upright, for sixty-three years, the flags of the Western Regions will not fall, and the territory of the Central Plains is still there."

"In the core hinterland of the barbarians, there is also a Chinese candle that shines brightly."

Heaven and earth are quiet.

There was no sound from the Huxin Pavilion.

Everyone was surprised at first, then confused, and finally horrified.

These words are no less than a boulder smashing into the deep sea, enough to make waves!

The strong shock made Prime Minister Chen Zhigu's face turn as pale as paper instantly.

"Father, the son is not filial, the son is not filial!"

The old man kowtowed heavily, and the old tears clouded his turbid eyes.

"Father..." He sobbed.

The hearts of the young princes were sour. The story of more than 60 years ago was too far away from them. It was indescribable to see the appearance of the current Zaisuke crying bitterly.

"Keeping upright, Ling Zun and 22,000 Anxi generals created an unprecedented miracle. They fell, and their spirits are immortal."

Xu Ting walked over and pulled Chen Zhigu up, his hoarse voice was full of pain and sadness.

Chen Zhigu was in extreme pain and sadness, and the memories buried deep in his heart poured out again.

It was sixty-five years ago, when he was only five years old, and he clearly remembered that it was a dazzling evening, and there was an old yellow dog dozing off at the entrance of the alley.

"Xiaogu, listen to your mother's words, study hard, and wear purple robes when you become a high-ranking official in the future, don't be a warrior!"

The stalwart figure gently stroked the child's horn braid, and the father and son shared a piece of crispy and sweet pastry together.

"Dad, when are you coming back?" The child asked happily, he didn't know the pain of parting, and he was even glad that he didn't have to be disciplined by his strict father.

"When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms next year." The stalwart figure threw the remaining small pieces of cake to the old yellow dog.

"Okay." The child ran back home, he didn't even say goodbye, and didn't let his father hug him again.

Looking back, I only remember that the old yellow dog chased far and far.

How did he know that it was the last time father and son met in this life, that he should give Daddy a big hug, and he should give Daddy the best farewell memory.

"Father, I did what I promised you, I have studied hard, and I am a very personable minister."

Chen Zhigu was sobbing, as if he had never let go of his grievances against his father.

Why did he abandon his wife and children, why he didn't even send a single piece of copper back home, and why would he be left silent for granted?

It was only now, until he stepped half foot into the coffin, that he was proud of his father for the first time.

It was they who swore to persevere in desperation, and brought such a powerful spiritual inspiration to the Chinese nation, which is now collapsing miserably.

"I still hate you, and I respect you too." He murmured inwardly.

"Your Majesty, give the old minister a look." Chen Zhigu raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears and took the rice paper, but he seemed to be holding a heavy national history.

The ministers walked over silently, quietly looking at the simple and simple words, but behind it was the sixty-three years of magnificent and turbulent struggle, one after another to die, just for something called national backbone.

"When I return to the Central Plains, take me back to the Central Plains, and return to the Central Plains for me..." Tears welled up in Le Lian's eyes.

Perhaps a long time ago, Anxi Army was still looking forward to returning home with honors, imagining the end of the garrison to be reunited with his family.

As the years go by, the lonely city slowly becomes miserable and confused, what about the reinforcements? Who can rescue Qiuci City and take them back to their hometown.

When there is only one person left at the top of the city, hope is gone, only the obsession to defend the territory is supported.

"Go to the Central Plains on behalf of the Anxi Army, and the isolated city cannot be forgotten."

"Climb, also climb to Chang'an!"

Le Lian pursed his lips tightly and said in a trembling voice, "They... they never received a grain of food."

On the second half of the rice paper, a man named Gu Changan was recorded in detail.

He made the lonely city stand tenaciously amid the barbarians, and lit up the light of hope with his own faith and courage.

Do not!

In the hearts of all the ministers, this is the most pitiful child in the world.

Before he died, the old man was begging, "Chang'an must be alive, you must defend the city". When all the responsibilities fell on his shoulders, he couldn't even fall down, and there was no one around.

It's easy to give up, but it's too hard to persevere. That kind of tragic and solemn one person beats the drum, one person carries the flag, one person kills the enemy, just reading the text description makes me emotional, and I don't even dare to imagine that picture.

"Your Majesty, it's him!" Chen Zhigu looked at Xu Ting.

Xu Ting nodded heavily, and said with a face full of confusion:

"It's not the blood of Li Tang, it's a strong descendant of Yan and Huang, no one knows him, but he is still willing to suffer the erosion of boundless suffering for the civilization of the Central Plains."

"What about those three years?" The ministers were panicked. Gu Changan was twenty years old when the writer Liu Shang left the lonely city. During these three years, there must have been one after another of lonely and brave deeds, and they were eager to know.

Fear of receiving hopeless messages.

Probably dead.

No one can keep going in that cruel environment.

"Your Majesty, tell the Central Plains!"

Chen Zhigu's eyes were firm, and Kang said enthusiastically:

"The decadent nation needs a spiritual lamp, and Gu Changan's deeds need to be spread all over the land of Shenzhou, inspiring the common people Li Shu to forge ahead in the desperate situation, expel the barbarians, and restore the glory and prosperity!

"

"The national disaster is at the forefront, the gangsters are ferocious, the rise and fall of China, and everyone has a share."

In this era, the hero Gu Changan is very much needed. No matter how dark he faces, he will stand there and never retreat.

It is not the princes and generals that decide the rise and fall of civilization, let alone the saints of martial arts, but the spirit!

Take over the torch held high by Gu Changan, and ignite the fire of hope in the land of Shenzhou!

Xu Ting thought for a moment, then said solemnly:

"Don't publicize for now, I will send Liu Zhuangshi to Chang'an first, and let the Tang Dynasty pass the edict to the world."

Chen Zhigu was a little confused, and quickly nodded his head.

Sixty-three years ago, the Anxi Army was stationed in the Western Regions under the order of the Tang Dynasty. Now, the heroic soul is allowed to accept the glory of shining history in the Tang Dynasty. This is called a beginning and an end, and it is also a belated explanation.

Huxin Pavilion fell into silence again, as quiet as an empty mountain and valley.

Maybe it was too shocking, and everyone could not calm down until now.

Almost, the heroic body was buried in yellow sand, and the loyal soul was left unnoticed.

If Liu Shang hadn't climbed into Yumenguan, the youth and bones of Anxi's army would only be buried in the depths of the loess.

And now, this blood-stained monument will forever stand on the land of Shenzhou!

Footsteps sounded farther and farther in the pavilion, and all the ministers left the Huxin Pavilion with His Majesty.

...

"clang!"

"clang!"

The majestic and majestic nine-layered palace tower, the bells and drums sounded in unison, and thousands of magpies flew from the east, covering the sky and blocking the sun, hovering in the Liangzhou sky, and soaring away in the direction of Yumenguan.

The people stopped on the bustling streets, the bells and drums in the imperial city were endless, and the sound shook the sky.

"There is good news!" The scholar ranger looked excited, could it be a great victory?

But after waiting for a long time, the court has not put up a notice, but the people's emotions are still high.

The imperial city will not bang ninety-nine drums for no reason, and there will definitely be good news.

Liangshan, shrouded in mist.

The old man in Taoist robe with fluttering white hair stands on the cliff, overlooking the prosperous world.

"Master." The cold and elegant Princess Beiliang came over, feeling very depressed, and said softly:

"The spirit of Anxi will definitely change the panic among the people, and the people of Shenzhou will never fall into the hands of barbarians."

"Yeah." Ruan Xian, the only martial arts saint in Beiliang, turned around and sighed:

"Anxi Army is respectable, Gu Changan is pitiful."

The little princess pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were swollen from crying just now, and she didn't want to cry anymore.

"He created his own qi machine, he..." Ruan Xian's eyes flickered, thinking of the cruel and world-weary qi machine at Yanmen Pass, how much suffering Gu Changan went through in the unrecorded three years.

Xu Meng couldn't hold back the tears.

How far does a person have to go in the dark to make himself more cruel than the devil, and how lonely does he get tired of this world.

Gu Changan, you are the most talented person in the world!

You have never left the city, you have never seen the world after the great change of heaven, but you are still arrogant and independent, and you are the only amazing genius in the world who creates his own qi machine.

You can obviously break out of the cage and become a goshawk that fights the sky and looks down at the world.

You will be a saint in the future, and even have the talent to spy on the gate of heaven, but you are still trapped in a cage, with chains tied to your body, giving up struggling, and even more reluctant to walk out.

The more Xu Meng thought about it, the more sad he became. He simply squatted on the grass and buried his head in his knees.

It is precisely because of this extraordinary choice that it brings unparalleled emotion.

Gu Changan had a thousand smooth roads to walk, but he chose the darkest muddy hell. He could quit halfway, but he stepped into the depths of the darkness without hesitation, just to make the torch in his hand brighter and brighter.

"Gao Chaoen, I misunderstood you." Ruan Xian bowed deeply towards the void with a deep apology in his eyes.

He always felt that Gao Chaoen's death was worthless, and the nation had collapsed to this point. He should have left a useful body to resist the barbarians in the Central Plains, but he had to dedicate himself to the "Li Tang bloodline".

Knowing the truth, if it is him, he will also be a spiritual martyr. Only national belief is the most precious thing in the land of Shenzhou.

"Master, Gu Changan must have killed more than 4,000 barbarians alone, and he has done even greater things in those three years."

Xu Meng raised her delicate face with tears in her eyes. She wanted to hear the most complete legendary story.

"I will go to the lonely city to pick him up and go home." Ruan Xian stood against the wind, with fleeting tears in her eyes.

...

Royal Medical Center.

Liu Shang was lying on the bed against the wall, his pale sunken cheeks returned to blood, but he was still restless.

Chang'an, you promised me that you would wait for me to bring someone back. Grandpa and grandma, you also said that you want to go back to your hometown.

"Lady, are you awake?" A gentle voice came from outside, and Xu Ting pushed in the door.

Although he didn't know who was in front of him, Liu Shang also wanted to force the sick body to stand up and give a salute, but was stopped by Xu Ting with a smile:

"The old man just came to visit you."

He sent someone to Zhongnan Mountain. As long as Liu Shang's identity is clarified, the descendants of Yaowang will definitely come out to the mountain for medical treatment. This is the responsibility of the people in the Central Plains!

Liu Shang made several gestures.

"Do you want to go to Chang'an?" Xu Ting nodded with a smile, "You take the medicine and sleep for one night, and when your blood recovers a little, the old man will take you to Chang'an in person."

"Aba, ah..." Liu Shang's eyes were flushed, and Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty was the dream of the whole Anxi soul, and he wanted to fulfill his grandfather's dream.

"Toast to you, to climb out of the Western Regions alone, and to the legendary figures in the history of youth in the future."

Xu Ting took the two glasses of apricot wine handed by the eunuch, and gave one to Liu Shang:

"It's okay to drink."

Liu Shang struggled to wriggle his fingers, put the wine cup to his mouth and drank it, his sparse brows furrowed.

It is very sour and bitter, and it is very choking when it flows into the throat, but you can slowly taste the long sweet aftertaste.

Through the night, the dawn of dawn, will we usher in victory?

"Have a good rest." Xu Ting helped him tuck the quilt and left the room quietly.

Outside the Imperial Physician Hall, all the ministers stood.

Xu Ting also carried a pot of apricot wine, poured a full glass and sprinkled it high:

"I live for the common people of Beiliang, and honor the Anxi heroic spirit who died in battle."

The ministers were solemn and solemn.

The soul of Anxi, the real national backbone.

Even if it is based on the interests of Beiliang, there is no lonely city involved in the forces of the Western Regions, and it is the innocent people in Yumen Pass who suffer.

Without that pillar to turn the tide, the force of the barbarian sanctioning officials in the seven thousand miles would have all piled up at Yumenguan.

Xu Ting poured a few more drops of wine into the glass and said calmly:

"Er Jing, a blind and ignorant god."

The prime minister, Chen Zhigu, had a gloomy expression, and the sky was abominable.

But don't disrespect God.

I just hope that in the future, it can give the Central Plains another luck.

"Three respects the conscience of Shenzhou, and respect for the common people in suffering."

Xu Ting drank it all in one gulp, poured the fourth cup, handed it to the waiter, and said softly:

"Keep it, and I will respect Chang'an in the future."

All the ministers have sympathy on their faces, hoping that one day, His Majesty will be able to serve this glass of wine.

Gu Changan was indeed a very great figure in the history of the Central Plains.

He can even pretend to surrender and find the easiest way to break the game, and he doesn't need to endure all this torment at all.

Returning to the Central Plains after false landing, he is still a hero.

But even if you bow your head for a moment, the territory will be lost, the spirit of the Central Plains will be broken, and even if it is reunited, it will still leave flaws.

Precisely because he didn't want to do this, the man who had never left the city in his life chose the most cruel way to himself.

"Your Majesty, Ruan Xian wants to go to the Western Regions." The one-eyed eunuch paced forward and whispered.

Xu Ting nodded, his sunken eye sockets shone with firm brilliance, and said loudly:

"I'll go with him."

In an instant, it was like a thunder on the ground, and all the ministers were shaken upside down.

"Careful!" Chen Zhigu was the first to refute, "How can Your Majesty stand under a dangerous wall, the old minister is willing to go, and pay homage to my father by the way."

The rest of the people joined in.

Even if there are saints as guards, the Western Regions cannot go!

When the Central Plains learned the truth, the holy city must be near Chichi, and the territory of seven thousand miles will be a bloody slaughterhouse.

"My will has been decided, the prince supervises the country, and the prime minister assists the government!"

Xu Ting's voice was low, but he conveyed an irrefutable will.

"Please think twice, Your Majesty." The ministers were terrified, they could send troops, or they could send Beiliang enlightened people, but they alone could not come in person.

Xu Ting was expressionless, his eyes slowly swept across every face, and he said sadly:

"The Chinese civilization has been thousands of years old, and it has brought so many people to life, but it has suffered from the invasion and oppression of the four barbarians. It is necessary to gather the power of Shenzhou to eliminate foreign aggression!"

"Gu Changan is still holding a spiritual torch high, this is the most tenacious belief in the Central Plains since the great change of heaven!"

"The common people Li Shu are watching us, and the barbarians are also sneering and sneering. If you don't have the courage this time, you will sit back and watch the Chinese civilization become an alien slave!

"

The ministers were silent, and the firm voice shook their eardrums and penetrated their souls.

Yes, this era is the most terrifying disaster of the Chinese civilization, and the country may be wiped out at any time.

Finally, an unprecedented spiritual figure appears, which is a good time to fight back bravely. If you still hesitate, you will not have the courage in the future.

If you want to fight, you can fight, and the whole country will fight. Until the last moment, who knows who will win or lose?

"At the time of life and death, why should I cherish a body?"

"Looking through the glorious history, no emperor has been killed in the battlefield, I would like to set a precedent!"

"I died in the Western Regions, and the prince succeeded to the throne."

"Gu Changan passed on courage to me, and I also want to spread courage throughout the territory of Beiliang!"

Xu Ting's hair is messy, but his body stands upright. From a refugee, he achieved the imperial hegemony of a separatist regime, and he never lacked courage.

In the past, he had nothing, only believed in life and death, wealth and honor were in heaven.

Now we have everything, and I would like to recommend Xuanyuan with blood!

The ministers didn't say a word, they just saluted.

The Western Regions are afraid of ushering in the twilight of the gods. Since Ruan Xian is going, the other saints in the Central Plains will definitely not stand on the sidelines, and many old monsters will also stand out in the barbarian abyss.

His Majesty will also go, not to mention the remaining five countries, the Tang Dynasty empress is the orthodox imperial power, and she is also the country where Anxi's heroic soul will be loyal when she dies. She has no morality and righteousness not to go.

The army, the saint of martial arts, the Western Regions will definitely become a turning point for the barbarians in the Central Plains.

Shenzhou has been passive for too long. It sounds ugly. It has been beaten and crushed by barbarians. Now, taking advantage of the national integrity of Gucheng, it should also take the initiative to attack.

Blindly defend, never try to expel the barbarians, only attack, attack, attack again!

Xu Ting looked at the Western Regions from afar, and when he calmed down in his chest, the magnificent miracle of the Central Plains territory standing majestically appeared in his mind, as well as the image of Shura where one person, one city never retreats.

"I will personally go to Qiuci City and tell Gu Changan..."

Xu Ting's expression was sad, silent for a long time, and whispered softly:

"It's been hard work for you all these years."

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Chapter 29 Shocking, the emperor sent them off in person, and the saint burst into tears.