Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The scorching sun is in the sky, the desert is fumigated like a cage, and the sand is hot.

The four Buddhas of kindness and kindness walked side by side, walking in unison, neither hurried nor slow.

Is there a distinction between high and low faith? The Buddha on the far left suddenly asked.

Have.

Defending the national territory alone is called greatness; we only believe in money and are ashamed to speak.

The four of them looked at each other, clasped their hands together and recited Amitabha Buddha, and then burst out laughing:

The Buddha said: so what?

Giving money to give your life, is it not a kind of maverick character.

At least 30 years of working in the industry, and I have never failed to live up to the employer's remuneration, and I have never missed a beat.

The most arduous task is to face an abyss saint. After fighting for two days and two nights, seven of them lost three of them. Finally, they carried the saint's head to see the employer, and did not fall into the sign of credibility.

This time, Huyanshou went bankrupt. Not only did he take over the wealth accumulated by the Huyan family for decades, it would be uneasy if he did not complete the task.

Every step the four of them took, they stepped on lotus footprints on the loess, and the outline of the bloody lonely city appeared in their sight.

Just listening to Hu Yanshou's statement, I can only feel that this person is tragic and solemn. Only by seeing it with my own eyes can I deeply understand the mantra of 'the hell is not empty, and I swear to become a Buddha'.

The Buddha with high cheekbones clasped his hands together, calming the strong shock in his heart.

No matter what the desperate situation, people are in the city, and they will not retreat.

Mottled watchtower, the man in red robe who was talking to himself took a look and walked down slowly along the city wall.

Come on... He smiled, Is it fun to steal home?

I'm only in my twenties, and my head has turned white. It's a pain. The head Buddha held a meditation staff, hanging in the southeast.

Walking across the bloody abyss of the lonely city, the man with white hair fluttering in the wind walked gently to the side of the flag, shrugged his shoulders and raised his head:

It was snowing, it was snowing heavily at that time.

Donor, you should be liberated. The Buddha, who was holding the round rock, said and sat cross-legged.

He could sense that the guards were completely mentally disturbed, not half-mad or not, but really insane.

They are all sinking, and there is an obsession to protect the territory, which is pitiful and respectable.

My Buddha sympathized with the suffering of the world, and entered the world to make atonement for you.

The second degree, the third group, the fourth life, Fanbai will send the benefactor a ride!

The Zen Staff Buddha shouted fiercely, and the body was filled with a faint Buddha light.

The names of the four are very simple, [Purdue all sentient beings]!

Immediately, golden light was emitted from four directions in the south, east, and northwest, and the four monks moved their lips and sang the hymn of the Bodhisattva.

Gu Changan's eyes were clear, and he stared at the bald donkey innocently, but for a moment, invisible threads wrapped around him, tightening and tightening.

Don't kidnap me, I'm not going anywhere. He tried to break free.

Release! Yipu closed his eyes and said solemnly:

Gu Changan, why suffer in this world? Don't be sad, death is happiness to you.

The sky was shrouded in golden light, and the four monks continued to sing Brahma, with endless mana.

The white-haired man oozes blood all over his body, as if he was salvaged from a sea of ​​blood, with thousands of wounds all over his body, penetrating all the limbs and bones.

But I want to defend the city... Gu Changan looked confused, and the blood sword hanging in the watchtower did not move.

relief.

relief!

relief!!!

The four monks smashed their thoughts, their voices became more and more magnificent, and the Buddha's light gathered into a cloud, but the opposite side still did not become a mummified corpse.

They were horrified. The wounds on the man's body were visibly healed, the cracks healed, and so on.

Let me defend the city! Gu Changan's face was twisted, and no matter what, he kept tearing the thread.

Yipu coughed violently, the golden light outside his body gradually dimmed, and he seemed to be unable to support it.

He doesn't understand.

Far better than the torment of the fire, how could Gu Changan not faint? As if used to this kind of pain.

More suspiciously,

Are you being attacked?

The other three monks' faces were bulging with blue veins, and the aftermath of the shock only made them feel unbearable, but this man was still thinking about breaking free.

Terrible Will!

Gu Changan had been covered with blood layer by layer. He felt that his body was about to be squeezed into a thin film. Why didn't the blood sword obey?

Sisheng, hold on! Yipu looked towards the northwest where he was unable to do so.

The short and fat Buddha was pale, black blood began to flow from his nose and mouth, and he could hardly bear the backlash.

Suddenly, he noticed the flickering golden light of the watchtower, and his eyes were full of horror:

Original Buddhist Shrine!!

Hearing this, the three monks looked at the Buddhist shrine at the watchtower at the same time. Gu Changan turned his head and tried to summon it with Qi, but the blood sword did not move, but the shrine flew over from the sky.

boom!

The body vibrated violently, the shrine fell to the ground, the invisible silk threads were broken, and the blood sword came in an instant.

The poor monks belong to the poor monks... Yipu Buddha showed greed and stared at the Buddhist treasure trapped in the sand.

The so-called origin is the great change in the heavens a few decades ago, the first wave of items that were baptized in the new world, and this Buddhist shrine is among them.

Why destroy my home, I just want to keep it, what did I do wrong?

Gu Changan came with his sword, his monstrous killing intent and scarlet angry eyes, like a beast in the desert.

Kill! The four monks said in unison.

Although he was not good at melee combat, it was more than enough to besiege Gu Chang'an. The Zen staff, the round pan, the vajra conch, the iron bowl danced in the air, and a melee came.

The blood sword fell, and the sword energy could not be captured at all, only the slaughter and world-weary energy.

Even though he knew that this person was an amazing genius who created his own qi machine in the old world, his mind was shaken when he faced this qi machine, not to mention the oppression brought by the yellow sand swept across the sky into the shape of a giant dragon.

Klang Keng!

With a few violent collisions, the blood sword slashed at the body of the vajra conch, and even the mouth of the conch cut a scarlet gap, and the weakest Sisheng was the first to vomit blood.

Monster... Yipu looked anxious, and the Zen staff slammed into Gu Changan's chest, piercing a blood hole the size of a palm, but the latter stood tall and asked curiously:

Pretty?

The sound was extremely cold, as cold as an ice rock.

The blood man has no scruples and pity, not even any idea of ​​protecting himself, he does not dodge or avoid, he is a thinking puppet, and the only remaining idea is to kill.

The four monks did not spare any effort to terrify, and every sword of the opponent was a fatal blow.

Do you know what the most beautiful thing in this world is? Gu Changan said in a simple tone while swinging his sword:

It's the ultimate, it's pure, it's the most thorough obsession.

The second Buddha slammed the round rock on his back, and the qi machine cut the skin, and the gap opened up the blood hole in the front chest, and even the heart was faintly visible.

Can you put it back like I did? Gu Changan slashed Sisheng's earlobe with a single sword, tsk tsk a few times, it was not regret or appreciation.

In an instant, the four monks finally felt fear, and suddenly understood why Huyanshou was willing to go bankrupt.

If you want to free him, unless the Buddha himself joins the battle. The three Buddhas couldn't help roaring, and the iron bowls in their hands buzzed.

The same way of fighting was once ineffective, and the seven people fought against the saint in close quarters, and finally exchanged three lives for the saint's head.

The saint will be exhausted, but the monster in front of him seems to have endless power, and the more he fights, the more brave he is.

Buddha... How many soldiers does the Buddha have? Gu Changan asked curiously, and suddenly moved his blood sword, all of which slashed towards the biggest flaw in the formation.

A stinging sense of crisis came over him, the Buddha of the Four Lives abruptly retreated, and the other three monks wanted to rescue them, but the aura of the ultimate killing was too overbearing and directly cut the Four Lives into two pieces.

No!! The three Buddhas had their guts torn apart as they watched the fourth brother lay in a pool of blood.

Who told him to destroy my home.

Gu Changan strolled leisurely in the courtyard, and his sluggish energy only increased a little because he killed one person, and his sword momentum became more and more destructive.

Sari son, relic son! The second Buddha roared hysterically as he looked at the mourning boss.

Yipu looked ruthless, and instantly took out a crystal clear Buddha bone from his arms, and screamed frantically:

Huyanshou, fuck your mother, add money, add money!!

Huyanshou's reward is not worth 10% of the value of this relic at all. This is the life-long vitality left by the abyss holy Buddha before his death.

The blood sword came across, and the cruel world-weary Qi machine shrouded the sword hilt, and slammed into the relic, the brand-new Qi machine that was detached from the new world died instantly, and the relic also cracked and sprinkled with powder.

Impossible... The three monks were terrified and horrified. The destructive power contained in their self-created qi machine was far beyond their imagination, and even the holy Buddha relic could be wiped out.

The second degree, the third group, he won't live long!! Yipu sneered, staring at a lotus flower in the center of the blood man's forehead.

Open five petals.

Yangshou five years!

The abyss holy Buddha actually kept one hand, and the relic also attached another ray of qi to deliberately frame the refining person.

If it hadn't been for refining at the time of sanctification, he would have been a dead bone in the grave at this moment.

Hearing Yipu Buddha's words, Gu Changan's shoulders began to tremble. The three monks thought he was afraid, but when he took a closer look, he found that he was actually laughing.

The two sword eyebrows were raised high to the sides, as if the death knell sounded five years later was something to be excited about.

The yellow sand covered the heaven and the earth, and the Buddha shuddered and roared:

Second brother, third brother, you can't smash our reputation sign and kill him on the spot!

After he finished speaking, he carried the Zen staff and charged forward, turning around and fleeing in the opposite direction in a few steps.

Unexpectedly, Erdu and Sansheng also had the same idea, and the three monks almost kept pace and silently escaped from this purgatory.

Reputation is also more important than life. Trying to do your best may kill Gu Changan, but it is very likely that he will die one after another.

In terms of will, who in the world can survive Gu Changan?

With only five years left in Yangshou, it can be considered to have completed the mission in disguise. Unless Gu Changan can break into the abyss and kill the disciple of the Holy Buddha with a sword to remove the cause and effect, he will surely die.

Climbing into the abyss alone is tantamount to a fantasy!

The three monks fled in the air, Gu Changan chased after Baizhang, and suddenly felt homesick again, and staggered back to the lonely city. As for the lotus mark on his forehead, he didn't feel it.

It's good to be at home. Gu Changan sat in front of the city gate holding the blood sword, No one wants to break in.

Carpenter Qin and Xiao Luoyang stared at the distant figure in the tall building of the Protector's Mansion in the city. They seemed to be bored digging soil and playing in the mud. The things they hadn't done when they were young, but now they are enjoying it.

Brother Gu... The child squatted in front of the railing and cried into tears.

Why are you crying? Carpenter Qin gave him a shudder and said with a smile:

Chang'an is happy. He has never had such a happy time in his life.

Qin Carpenter wiped away the old tears, wrinkled his face and squeezed out a smile, It's good, it's good.

...

The official residence of the adjudicator, due to the death of the nine-year-old moon, was scattered. The towering and magnificent official residence in the past is now desolate and bleak, covered with dust.

A group of knights in golden armor patrolled around, imposing and majestic.

In the inner hall, a burly knight with blond hair and blue eyes stood with his hands behind his back, and in front of him knelt a descendant of the Moon clan who was chained and shackled.

Where to flee? The burly knight said lightly:

Heavenly God has a purpose to find out the truth of the Yuejiuling massacre, and I advise you to confess.

The Western Regions have been controlled, and you Yuezhi have nowhere to hide.

The disheveled youth kept his mouth shut, but his body trembled violently.

The burly knight clapped his hands lightly, and his entourage handed over a golden dagger.

A knife was stabbed in the young man's thigh, causing him to let out a mournful wailing.

Your Majesty is determined to investigate the Western Regions thoroughly. If you don't say it, others will definitely say it. Are you really going to experience a hundred kinds of torture?

The burly knight blue pupil burst out with brutal murderous intent.

When the knights with great military exploits of the empire arrive in the Western Regions, all the magic and magic will come into play.

The young man's heart almost burst his chest, he was not afraid of torture, but the devil in the lonely city.

The nightmare resurfaced, and instantly the pants were warm and wet.

You're actually diapering, you idiot! The burly knight, with a straight physique, shouted angrily:

Any conspiracy, the empire can destroy it, immediately confess!

The young man laughed miserably and said in a trembling voice:

Seven thousand miles of territory, and a city in the Central Plains, which has not fallen for sixty-three years.

Deathly silence!

The hall was silent except for the sound of rapid breathing.

The knights were all pale and unbelievable!

Yes, in sixty-three years, there is still a demon guarding the city. He killed 10,000 soldiers of our Yue family alone, and he also expanded the territory for the Central Plains by 20 miles.

Hahaha, do you believe it or not?

The young man looked ferocious and laughed unbridled.

Thunder on the ground!

The burly knight froze and fell to the ground.

The sky is falling... His voice was weak and dry, and there was no aura at all.

When I heard a demon kill 10,000 soldiers, all the mysteries were solved.

Zhe Lansu, Yue Jiuling, Hu Yanshou, Dao Gui, Li Tang Gao Chaoen...

The calm Western Regions are holding a lid that can shake the world!

Seeing that the leader of the knights was also so unbearable, the young man became more and more excited:

Why is my Yue family the only one unlucky? The disaster is exposed, let's all die!!

After saying that, he bites his tongue and kills himself.

The burly knight looked at the young man's eyes, which became extremely cold, but in that cold, there was a hint of despair.

Huge humiliation! !

Since the founding of the country, the biggest humiliation and the heaviest setback, he couldn't even imagine what kind of explosive reaction the Holy City would have.

Quick... Quickly send back the news to the gods! The burly knight struggled to get up, his voice was full of tears.

...

The sunset closes the city, and the pedestrians, vehicles and horses are the last to enter and exit-

The shouts of Duolou soldiers reverberated in the Yumen Pass.

The endless stream of chariots and horses is full of loads, like a colorful migratory river, rushing out without any interruption.

Liu Shang sat in the tea shop, staring dully at the bustling crowd.

Entering and exiting requires a road guide indicating the name, place of origin, and the shop to which it belongs, and it must be signed by the officer.

He didn't.

The absurd thing is that just before he was ready to enter the customs with high hopes, the barbarians suddenly issued a ban and were forced to stay until now.

As if the sky was deliberately playing tricks, thinking that the Anxi people had not suffered enough.

Liu Shang stood up suddenly and couldn't delay any longer. Even if he was shattered, he had to complete his mission.

He walked along the east and approached the boundary stone tablet after half an hour. The figures in iron armor were all soldiers of Bei Liang.

Smuggling will be shot dead, and Liu Shang is risking his life as usual.

If the bet is lost, the generals of Beiliang will also check his body and find tokens and notes. At least the soldiers on the border of the country are far more trustworthy than ordinary people from the Central Plains.

Stop!!

The beacon tower spread angrily.

Liu Shang raised his hands and walked forward with pursed lips the whole time, his eyes flashing with anxiety.

one!

Bows and crossbows are loaded.

The generals guarding the frontier stared at the barbarians with chills in their eyes.

two!

Liu Shang calmly accepted the fate of death. He stepped over the boundary monument and the boundary of the territory, and his whole body was paralyzed on the land of the Central Plains.

three……

The voice just fell.

Stop! The commander suddenly waved his arm to stop his pawns.

The man was scrawny and terminally ill, and the reason he wasn't killed on the spot was because he didn't look threatening.

Seize! Zhang Yifang ordered.

Several soldiers left the beacon tower, walked carefully towards Liu Shang, and held his limbs.

Purpose? One yelled.

Ah...ah... Liu Shang struggled so hard that his neck was red, but he still couldn't speak. He looked at Zhang Yifang at the beacon tower.

What kind of eyes are these.

Grief, pleading, and tears of hope.

Liu Shang didn't struggle, he just kept staring at the leader of the golden armor helmet.

Please, please, come on, come on.

Facing such a strange barbarian, Zhang Yifang was not timid and strode toward the boundary of the territory.

Don't try to assassinate! The soldiers grabbed Liu Shang suddenly, and Liu Shang felt as if he was caught by a pair of iron clamps, unable to move at all.

He rolled his eyes frantically and looked at the placket of his shirt.

Take it out. Zhang Yifang motioned to his soldiers.

The soldiers reached into the starched clothes and took out a rusted token and a yellowed and soaked paper.

He was illiterate, so he quickly handed it to General Zhang.

Zhang Yifang took it with his calloused big hand, and turned over the back of the token. Anxi Army was engraved on the left, and The Eighth Regiment was engraved on the right.

He narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion, and suddenly his mind shook violently.

Aba Aba... Liu Shang desperately tried to speak, forcing the tendons on his neck to burst out one by one.

let go!!

Zhang Yifang roared suddenly.

He quickly unfolded the paper and vaguely discerned lines of small characters:

[I am a member of the Anxi Army, I have not lost an inch of land for 63 years, and there is one person who has always been sticking to the lonely city, please rescue me from the Central Plains]

In an instant, Zhang Yifang was dizzy.

Sudden shocks can often cause temporary mental stagnation. He took a few steps back, his expression completely frozen.

Ansi...

lonely city...

The unprecedented shocking emotion swept over him. He subconsciously took off his helmet, stretched out his right fist and slammed his left shoulder heavily, with tears in his eyes:

Hail to the heroes!

The soldiers were confused and horrified, but they also made the same gesture towards Liu Shang.

This is Bei Liang's most lofty tribute etiquette.

Liu Shang was lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face. The memories of despair in the past seemed to vanish with the breeze of the Central Plains at this moment.

General Zhang, you... the soldier asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yifang quickly helped Liu Shang up, his face flushed red, and he choked:

Qiuci City, Qiuci City is still in the Central Plains, it hasn't been lost in sixty-three years, sixty-three years!!

The frontier fell into a valley-like silence.

The soldier's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Who in the army does not know Qiuci City?

During the prosperous and prosperous Tang Dynasty, the Central Plains army created miracles there and crippled the countries in the Western Regions.

After the An-Shi Rebellion, the entire Western Region was occupied by barbarians, and the glorious Eighth Regiment was isolated from the news.

The moment they heard that Qiuci City was not lost, their hearts turned upside down and their fists clenched tightly.

The few words that are light and fluttering are the blood of sixty-three years, the soul of Anxi for sixty-three years, and countless nights of despair! !

Hero! Zhang Yifang put his arms around Liu Shang's shoulders, a man who has always been tough on the battlefield, but also burst into tears.

People in the world say that the Central Plains belong to the northern Liang and are adjacent to the barbarian countries, so we must stick to Yumenguan, the gateway to the Central Plains.

But behind the Beiliang people still stand the Chinese nation, with rewards and salaries, they can accept the cheers of the Central Plains after winning the battle, and the ashes can return to their roots after death.

But what about the lonely city in the barbarian hinterland?

With no reinforcements, no hope in sight, no one cared, and for a long time, he had to endure heavy torment both mentally and physically.

It is not difficult to die, and fighting and persevering in a desperate situation is the real backbone of China.

Ah... Liu Shang shook his head desperately, making various gestures.

I am not a hero, all heroes lie on that territory, and a hero is the man who guards the country alone.

Go home, let's go home. Zhang Yifang wiped away the tears and held Liu Shang, who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

The soldiers cleaned up their emotions, but their hearts were still heavy.

It was the most desperate and darkest story they had ever heard in their lives, and also the most passionate epic.

Abaaa... Liu Shang turned his head and pointed in the direction of the Western Regions, as if he was going to say something.

Go home, write it down slowly. Zhang Yifang said warmly, with pain hidden in his eyes.

Even the masters of martial arts have a hard time traversing the Wanli Western Regions. How much hardship does an ordinary person without cultivation have to go through to enter the Yumen Pass.

He is terminally ill, and he breathes a sigh of relief by his will. This man is also a monumental legend that cannot be bypassed in the history of Huang Huang Qing.

Find a doctor immediately. Zhang Yifang urged his subordinates, and then a picture from the Central Plains flashed in his mind.

He didn't even have the courage to listen to the story of the person in the portrait, and defend the city alone! !

Go back... go home. Liu Shang's vocal cords struggled to roar out two incomplete syllables. He slowly crouched on the ground, his whole body trembling and crying hard.

Only he knows how desperate he has experienced in the past three years, and how he climbed out of purgatory with his flesh and blood.

Chang'an, what I promised you, I did, how about you?

People from the Central Plains, the wind of the Central Plains, and the beacon towers in the Central Plains are all beautiful, but I still miss you very much.

Chang...Chang'an. Liu Shang roared again with his vocal cords, he was afraid that Chang'an had fallen and would never be seen again.