Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

The north wind roared, and the lonely city stood.

A blood-colored abyss outside the city blew the air of corpse, and a wooden sword was inserted into the dried blood soil.

To be precise, it is a blood sword!

It is stained with the blood of the enemy and bandits, revealing a strong yin and evil spirit.

Gu Changan drew his sword and stood up, and the yellow sand swept across his line of sight automatically separated, as if it had been cut invisibly.

Dragging the sword step by step, drops of blood ooze out from the blade, which is extremely strange and chilling.

It turned out that his speculation was correct.

Since killing the enemy can become stronger, how can the power of the killing sword forged with the blood of the enemy weaken?

I will defend the city with me in the future. Gu Changan muttered to himself at the blood sword, and then walked back to the watchtower.

Killed more than 2,000 enemy bandits, and at the same time seized numerous loot, food, luggage, jerky, cloth, gold and silver, and various weapons.

After just one battle, Gucheng will not be short of resources for the next two years, and even if it is rich, it will still dislike the bad taste of horse meat.

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A few miles away, five monks were walking in the Gobi with camels. One of the monks with a clear face looked into the distance, and the fuzzy flag fluttered in the wind.

He suddenly knelt down and walked along the road in a kneeling posture, his clear eyes seemed to be red and moist.

Thinking, don't do stupid things. A middle-aged monk with a high nose reminded in a low voice, also subconsciously watching the deserted city.

The kind of shock that goes deep into the soul, if you don't witness it with your own eyes, you can't experience it at all.

The devil who occupied the lonely city wrote a page of history with no ancients before and no future comers.

In the distance, the terrifying rumors of monsters rioting were widespread, and they shuddered when they heard it, and deliberately prepared to take a detour.

But the closer you get to the lonely city, the truth gradually emerges. You can hide from the seven thousand-mile territory, but you can't deceive the nearby wild hunters.

Stick to the lonely city for 60 years!

The only territory still occupied by the Shenzhou nation in the Western Regions!

The whole city died in battle, and no one begged for surrender. A man named Gu Changan performed a miraculous feat, and he still stands at the top of the city to this day.

When they first heard the hunter talk about it, their hearts were trembling, although they were not the people of Shenzhou except for thinking, but they were human!

People have emotional fluctuations.

Faced with such a shocking story, how can one remain indifferent.

Thinking, if you turn back, you will surely die. Another monk warned sternly.

On the way to the west to learn the scriptures, he was threatened by hundreds of officials along the road, and the content was the same.

Never turn back.

They know very well that the Seven Thousand Mile Adjudicator is worried that the news will spread, and whoever dares to touch this red line will end up dead without a place to be buried!

Thinking is like a devout pilgrim, kneeling to the lonely city.

He once admired Xuanzang the most.

Traveling to the west does not seek wealth or fame, but it is the supreme Dharma.

This is the noblest vow, and it illustrates the true power of faith.

But now in his heart, no one is greater than Gu Changan in the lonely city.

This is a perseverance that is a hundred times more desperate than death!

Getting closer and closer to the lonely city, I vaguely saw the white figure on the top of the city, so lonely and desolate.

retreat.

An indifferent voice came from the watchtower, drifting far away with the wind.

The rest of the monks did not dare to approach, but the only thought was still kneeling and shouting loudly:

Chen Shu, a person from the Central Plains, speculates on the name of the law, and pays tribute to the benefactor.

Gu Changan was slightly startled. After his grandmother passed away, he never heard such fluent and authentic Central Plains dialect again, and was silent for a while.

After a long time, he calmly said:

No need to kneel, let's go.

After Si Jian stood up, he quietly stared at the vicissitudes of the ancient city of Qiuci. The walls were full of blood stains and arrow marks, but he couldn't find a place that was completely clean.

The land of Shenzhou fell into the abyss of chaotic times intertwined with blood and fire. In the apocalyptic smoke of the mountains and rivers, the spirit of the former glorious Tang Dynasty has disappeared.

A lonely city far away in the Western Regions has a mighty spirit that lasts forever!

This is the spiritual place of the Central Plains, and this man is the backbone of the nation!

Si Jian has a lot to say, but he doesn't know what to say, how insignificant he is in front of Gu Changan, even ashamed and shameful.

The man was born in a chaotic world, not to mention the three-foot green front to sweep away the enemies, but he avoided the world and cultivated Buddhism far away from his homeland, and he had to bow and kneel in the face of barbarians.

Gu Changan looked down at the other party, perhaps touched by his sincere tears, he said softly:

Go back, this city has nothing to do with you, just do what you need to do.

Thinking silently took off the burden and built a simple ceremony next to the abyss. There was no confession or altar, and only the sutras were recited to save the soul of Anxi.

The rest of the monks are very sensible and go ahead, and it is enough to look up to Gu Changan. From the national level, he is always the enemy.

But this enemy is not a green face and fangs, nor a fierce beast, but a handsome and gentle man.

If he were in the Holy City, if he was in the Central Plains, he should be a young boy who flutters out of the dust, a lover favored by beautiful women.

But it is such a person, who alone supports miracles and carries the willpower of the nation.

No wonder the adjudicator vowed to block the news. Once it gets out, it's a good thing, and the world is afraid that the world will be in a frenzy!

Stop reciting the scriptures, they died without regret, and they are respected by ghosts in the underworld.

It seems that he has been alone for too long, and Gu Changan is not used to other people's broken thoughts, he continued:

Tell me about the current situation of the Eastern Land of Shenzhou.

Thinking and twitching his lips, he wanted to speak, but he was afraid of the hero's despair. Then he thought about it, already living in the endless darkness and despising the threat of death, how could he fear despair.

The Central Plains has been divided into seven countries, and the wars are not repeated every year. Although the Tang Dynasty is orthodox in name, it is unable to command the common people Li Shu.

The barbarian country is invincible, occupying a vast and boundless territory, and the seven countries together can barely resist. In recent years, Xishu has been the first to be invaded...

Hearing the sad tone, Gu Changan's eyes were calm, as he expected, the trend of history was completely overturned.

Also, the awakening of the heavens and the recovery of the spiritual energy, the holy city of the barbarian kingdom is the birthplace...

Thinking said a lot, until Gu Changan was no longer interested in listening.

Despite being mentally prepared, the harsh reality is far more terrifying than the nightmare.

Looking at the monk's face full of tears, he seemed to be aware of what he was thinking, and he said lightly:

Let's go, you will definitely die if you go back, don't kill yourself.

Live your life the way you like to be a true hero.

I like to defend the city. It seems that you like to respect the Buddha and seek the Dharma, so go for it.

Thinking wiped the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes, and for a moment, he wanted to return to the Central Plains of Shenzhou, and he could not let the national hero remain unknown.

But he doesn't even know a bit of Buddhism, how can he get through the layers of blockades.

Donor, poor... The poor monk retire.

In the end, thinking deeply and salutes, he is not a person who can bring hope to the lonely city, and he has no face to stay.

He left behind a small pagoda-shaped Buddhist shrine, which was obtained by chance at the Buddhist Temple in the Holy City. Heaven and earth care for all things, and he believes that this is a Buddhist treasure.

Even with his modest efforts, he wanted to do something for the lonely city.

Let's go. Gu Changan glanced at the Buddhist shrine next to the abyss.

Thinking silently walked away, wanting to look back several times, wanting to see the city again.

He hoped that the darkness and all the perseverance that Gu Changan had experienced would eventually be rewarded one day in the future.

But he knew that this man might fall into the wind and sand unsupported tomorrow or the day after.

Heroes are immortal, and the poor monk will not leave the lonely city unattended. As long as the poor monk is still alive, sooner or later, the legendary deeds will spread all over the continent!

Thinking secretly swears.