Carpenter Qin walked around the city wall and finally sat at the city gate, staring blankly at the desert.

"Grandpa, where is Brother Gu?" The children with braids sat side by side and handed over a sticky gummy candy.

Carpenter Qin said nothing and put the candy in his mouth.

"I don't like that new grave." The child pursed his lips, his dark face full of grievance.

"Why?"

"I can't tell." The child shook his head and cried in the wind.

"Luoyang!" Carpenter Qin wiped the tears on the baby's face and said softly:

"That Eunuch Gao was also one of us in Anxi. He died heroically for the lonely city."

The younger generation in the city are all named after places in the Central Plains, but they are also the last batch of children. With Chang'an alone carrying the city, the children at least don't have to spend their youth in the city.

"Why did he come? Why did he come alone?" The child named Luoyang took out the gummy candy in his mouth and shaped it into the shape of a sword.

Carpenter Qin was silent.

Yes, if Eunuch Gao had not brought hope, Chang'an would have been relieved. If he had led millions of troops into the Western Regions, it would have been a complete success.

"Grandpa, will we go to the Central Plains in this life?" Luoyang asked, raising his little face.

"Yes!" Carpenter Qin's voice was firmer than before.

After being isolated from news for sixty-three years, the first person from the Central Plains court came to the isolated city in the Western Regions. When the faint dawn came, dawn was not far away.

He may not be able to wait, but Luoyang will definitely be able to wait.

"When I get to the Central Plains, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake. I shouldn't be greedy, right?" Luoyang looked excited. He often heard the older generation talk about it, and he was greedy to death.

"And Brother Gu, let's go to school together to study. He understands a lot of great things without studying, but he hasn't talked about it for a long time."

Luoyang is nagging, the child's wish is so simple, a beautiful private school, no more salty sand.

Qin Carpenter's craftsmanship is as sharp as a knife.

His already numb heart was severely pierced by one sentence.

Chang'an...I'm afraid I won't be able to go to Chang'an.

Carpenter Qin didn't understand the power of heaven and earth, but when the peach blossom branches were planted in the city, and when Chang'an said, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he knew that this poor boy was going to perish in the dark night.

After sixty-three years of suffering and waiting, it is likely that victory will come, but on the eve of victory, Chang'an will become a madman.

The most despairing thing in the world is this. He is about to win, about to get out of the darkness, but his soul has always stayed in the darkness.

"Grandpa, don't cry." Luoyang leaned over to help him wipe away his tears and said firmly:

"No matter how many barbaric dogs come, Brother Gu can kill them all with one strike until the Central Plains army arrives."

Carpenter Qin's eyes turned red as he walked back to the city with the baby.

…

In the smelly desert, a red-robed figure slowly walked forward carrying a jug of wine, and the hanging wooden sword followed him like a shadow.

Within sight, hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses were piled up, with severed limbs and skulls, corpses and bones filling the ravines, and the blood covered the loess.

"This place is very nice." Gu Changan nodded.

The energy that drove him crazy became more and more intense. It was mostly the energy of innocent people and injustice. When it entered his body and was refined, it was like small spears piercing his head one by one.

Gu Changan remained indifferent and poured himself a glass of wine:

"I respect my frivolity when I was ten, my hesitation when I was twenty, and my magnanimity now."

"cut!"

Putting aside the wine pot, the bloody sword slashed down, and the sword energy covered the earth like a dense cobweb, and actually took care of every corpse of the barbarian people.

Yes, Gu Changan wants to refine all the sinful energy without leaving a trace.

Either don't do it or do it at all.

The Central Plains should be coming soon. Before dawn, the barbarians will definitely launch the most violent attack. He must use his strength to hold on and not lose his territory before the end.

It doesn't matter if he goes crazy or dies, leaving the isolated city intact to the Central Plains is enough for him to have no regrets.

Black mist shrouded the sky and the earth, and the most cruel evil spirit in the world steamed up, covering the breath of the blood sword, and the desert at dusk was like night falling.

"Cough..." Gu Changan coughed violently, his vision gradually blurred, and he seemed to see another himself.

A scholar in Chang'an City has a wife who is not beautiful but gentle and kind. He has a unique small house and a peach blossom tree planted in front of the house. In this life of harmony, he will not be rich or wealthy, but he will also be free from illness and disaster.

"This is my childhood wish, and I will never be able to realize it in my lifetime."

Gu Changan endured the pain of his bones being ripped away and his skin peeling off, and he huddled in the middle of the corpse, with waves of evil energy pouring towards him.

"I just want to be ordinary." He shouted hysterically, wondering why he was so pitiful.

Life is beyond my control.

He didn't want to be born in an isolated city in the Western Regions. The blood-red city wall blocked everything he had. He was a puppet bound by national beliefs. He was a fool ignored by the Central Plains of China.

Death is out of control.

You can't die even if you want to.

"Why am I a monster!" Gu Changan looked at the blood flowing all over his body and his clean palms. There were obviously countless wounds, but there was not even a faint scar.

I'm always like this. My intestines are cut out of my abdomen but they can still be stuffed back in. My skull is pierced by an arrow and no trace remains when I pull it out. I'm actually a city-defending monster.

But I don’t want to be like this!

It seems that when people are about to collapse, they have three options: escape immediately, give up thinking, and decide to go crazy.

Gu Changan was on the verge of thinking. His soul was resisting the invasion of evil energy, but his body was absorbing it crazily. The black mist between heaven and earth was gradually thinning. He was suffering pain like tearing every piece of skin at the same time.

So, I decided to go crazy.

Using itself as a carrier, the evil energy accumulated through more than ten years of killing blends with the madness.

Fusion!

A character who has never left the old world has imprinted his own qi into the world.

boom!

The tornado rolled up sand and rocks, like a yellow dragon roaring into the sky, and the desert ushered in a blizzard that had never been seen in a century.

The sky seemed to have cracked open, and the heavy snow seemed to fall forever, but it only fell within a radius of ten miles. Outside was a barren land that stretched for thousands of miles, but here it was like a world of white snow and ice.

Standing motionless in a red robe, Gu Changan's expression was no longer distorted, and his stern eyebrows became peaceful for the first time.

It's just that the long hair on the shawl is completely white.

It's not snow falling.

The chill was sweeping across his head, his white hair was dancing in the wind, and heavy snow covered the rotting corpse. Gu Changan stared blankly at the black corpse hovering in the sky.

"You crow, why do you look at me twice?"

The black wither looked down at the severed limbs that were not submerged in the heavy snow. It just wanted to feast on the corpse.

"You want to send a message and lead the barbarians to attack the city, right? You want to take my life, right?"

"Humph, naive!"

Gu Changan shook his wrist, and the sword blade touched the ground. Hei Biao fled, but was still pierced by the sword energy and fell miserably into the Gobi Desert.

It doesn’t understand, what’s wrong with being greedy?

Groups of goshawks neighed upon seeing this, Gu Changan continued to repeat the action of swinging his sword, and shouted angrily:

"No one can destroy my home! You can't even think of secretly reporting on military intelligence."

Killing them with one sword and looking at their corpses, Gu Changan stood up with satisfaction.

"Go home."

The ice and snow melted, and the world was dead silent. As he got closer and closer to the isolated city, the man with white hair and red robe finally found his child-like simplicity and happiness, jumping around in the yellow sand, chanting obscure and melodious songs.

…

At Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall, nine black stone pillars stand, and there is a crack above the pass.

In the evening, warriors from Beiliang and Youyan were stationed here to practice. The great changes in heaven and earth a few decades ago and the origin of the revival of spiritual energy in the Central Plains was Yanmen Pass.

Although it is less than one-tenth of the Barbarian Abyss, it is still the hope God has left for Chinese civilization.

At this moment, countless warriors and rangers in the pass were dumbfounded, with deep shock in their eyes.

Someone made his own qi machine!

"Cruelty, bloodthirsty, destruction..." The Grand Master of Beiliang stared at the cracks and caught the fleeting breath.

What kind of terrible talent is this?

What kind of murderous demon is this??

"Saint!" Some rangers noticed the old man in black robe coming from the sky.
To be continued...