Chu State.

Star Observation Deck.

The master stood on the platform in a robe, with white doves circling around him. He stared blankly at the girl in Taoist robes.

The sky-peeping talisman cracked in the middle, the hexagram flag was crumbling, and a ray of light condensed in the girl's eyes, but it faded away in the blink of an eye.

She looked tired and rubbed the center of her brows, "The secrets of heaven are covering up everything, and everything is in chaos."

The master shook his head and said feebly: "If the news from Zhao Guo is true, Gu Changan will be in bad luck."

In fact, he also knew that the spies carefully cultivated by Zhao State would not be able to joke about this kind of news.

"Master, the Central Plains can only watch the fire from the other side..." Li Ping's eyes were confused. Is it possible that Gu Changan would not be able to wait for reinforcements in his lifetime?

The elegant old man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, murmuring softly:

"Help must be given."

Then he looked serious:

"Do you still remember the battlefield of Xishu and the sword of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces that determined the fate of the country?"

Li Ping thought thoughtfully. At that time, each of the three kingdoms took a ray of national destiny and concentrated a sword to resist the barbarian saints, but the effect was not satisfactory. He only lasted half a stick of incense before it turned into powder.

"The Sword of National Destiny can cross China in an instant, because Gucheng is the territory of the Central Plains and will fall into Gu Changan's hands."

After a pause, the Master added:

"It is his obsession to stick to his territory, and he may be able to explode with great power and create miracles."

His words were no longer firm, more like he was perfunctory.

Li Ping remained silent. The power of the Sword of National Destiny has been proven. Even an enlightened person's peak drive cannot shake a saint.

The observatory fell into dead silence for a moment.

Both sides know very well that this move cannot make up for the disparity in strength, but China should do something.

To be more cruel, before dying, let Gu Changan feel the warmth of the people of China and die without regrets.

The master wrote quickly with ink, and six white doves flew in all directions with secret messages in their mouths.

"I'll go and convince Your Majesty." He lowered his arms quietly and stepped out of the observatory.

Li Ping pursed her lips and stared blankly at the sky. She thought that any story with ups and downs should have a happy ending, not a tragic ending.

…

Soochow.

Royal study room.

An old man with snow-white eyebrows and a severe hunchback stood with his piano on his back, and there were still burn marks on the end of the piano.

"Mr. Qin, what bad idea did the master of the academy come up with!" Emperor Wu stood up and shouted angrily:

"The national destiny is related to every household in Jiangdong, so don't be careless!"

"Your Majesty, those who collect wages for everyone should not let them freeze to death in the snow." Qin Gong's voice was low.

"Do you dare to guarantee that Gu Changan can survive?" Emperor Wu's face turned red and he stared at him for a long time:

"Everyone thinks that I am cowardly and selfish. If I can save Gu Changan by gathering the fate of the country with one sword, I will have no hesitation!"

"It's just an insignificant wisp." Qin Gong reminded in a low voice.

"I don't agree!" Emperor Wu was resolute and asked:

"What are the chances that Gu Changan will survive under the hands of a saint?"

"Less than half." Qin Gong answered truthfully. He understood the emperor's stubbornness, but some things had to be done, just like the heroic soul of Anxi who persisted for sixty-three years without retreating.

"Without Chengdu, Shenzhou is gambling on the fate of the country?" Emperor Wu suddenly felt that the master of the academy was being unreasonable and making trouble.

"His Majesty!"

The only martial arts saint in Soochow has a serious expression and a rare emphasis on his tone:

"What does this damaged national fortune mean compared to the defeat in the Western Regions?"

"If we win, the national fortune will skyrocket!"

"As long as Gu Changan is alive, the generals in the Central Plains will have more fighting spirit."

"When depression and failure enveloped the Central Plains, he alone sounded the clarion call for struggle. Maybe he did not have the ability to govern the world, but he did his best for the Central Plains."

Looking at the red-faced and excited Qin Gong, Emperor Wu turned his head and whispered:

"Every major event must have its own rules. It must be done step by step and cannot reach the sky in one step."

"Let me think about it for a while before making a decision."

Duke Qin's face was expressionless: "Could it be that your Majesty wants to see the six countries gather together, so Soochow is the only one left?"

Emperor Wu looked stiff, fearing that he would act independently. He did not want to send troops to the Western Regions but was forced to coerce them.

Gu Changan will definitely not be saved by a single sword, but the people of the Central Plains don't think so. They will be sure that it is caused by Dongwu sitting on the sidelines. By then...

"I'm going to do wood work, Jiangdong Sheji is free to do as you wish!" Emperor Wu shook his sleeves angrily and left the imperial study angrily.

The wooden pavilions and pavilions in the garden, as well as the wooden bridge railings, were all sawn and carved by him himself, and he regarded them as treasures.

"Get Gu Changan's portrait." Emperor Wu looked at the personal eunuch, his anger gradually disappeared, and he sighed:

"I made a puppet as a souvenir."

"Throughout the annals of history, most heroes end badly, and it is most tragic to die on the eve of victory."

"So I never wanted to be a hero."

…

Bloody Lonely City.

The man with white hair and red robe was sitting at the top of the city, his feet dangling in the air. He picked up a piece of shortbread, looked at it in front of his eyes, took a small bite, and chewed it slowly.

"Is it the smell of childhood?" Carpenter Qin held a wilted peach blossom branch in his arms, with only three peach blossom petals that had not withered left on the branch.

"Yes." Gu Changan nodded, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

"Hehe..." Carpenter Qin grinned.

Since Mrs. Guo passed away, no one knows how to make this kind of Chang'an shortbread. It happened that the old lady from the royal family knew a little bit about it last time, so he learned a trick before leaving.

"Chang'an, let's get through it!" Qin Carpenter's chapped face was full of smiles. The Central Plains should come to take over the territory soon. After more than sixty years of perseverance, the handover moment will finally come.

Gu Changan stared at the end of the yellow sand, immediately put down the shortbread, and urged:

"Hide, quickly!

"

Without waiting for Grandpa Qin to ask questions, he jumped down from the top of the city with him. Carpenter Qin knew that he was a burden, so he staggered to invite the women and children to hide in the underground cave.

Without the peach blossom branch in front of him, Gu Changan's mind was about to explode, and a burst of pain destroyed his brief and clear consciousness.

He walked out of the house with skipping steps.

Thirty miles away from home, a purple-brown vulture swooped head-on. Its wings were folded in layers, like a begonia flower that I had never heard of before.

"What does this city look like? It's a landmark."

The visitor was wearing a black hat and black robe, with brown eyes and thick beard. The beard under his chin was trimmed neatly, without a stray strand.

He Liandian, the evil Haitang, entered the holy realm six years ago.

He stared at this young man who single-handedly turned the Holy City upside down. The mark of four and a half lotus petals on his forehead indicated that he only had four years left to live.

The cause and effect of the killing move of the relic arranged by the Buddha before his death is unexplained, but it is a pity that the gods could not wait that long.

"Are you going to destroy my home?" Gu Changan remained motionless, thirty feet away from the vulture.

"Your home?" He Liandian said softly with a decent smile, showing an elegance from top to bottom:

"Everything within the sun and moon is sacred land, and sooner or later it will all belong to the empire. We are just here to take it."

After saying that, he caressed the vulture gently, his figure floated to the ground, his fingers slowly clenched into fists, and the power of a saint spread.

"Please." His smile continued.

In the sight, a scarlet wood sword came flying through the air. Seeing this strange energy for the first time, it was indeed shocking.

Like a sin far more cruel than killing, it can tear away the soul, leaving people with no place to hide their thoughts.

The blood-colored sword energy advanced layer by layer. At the moment when the net was formed and landed, He Liandian tapped his toes, and the loess within a three-mile radius was overturned. This shows how fast the forward momentum was.

boom!

A clean punch hit the sword net hard, the eroding energy collapsed and died, the yellow sand crackled, and everything returned to calm.

I saw the poor lunatic rooted to the spot, still standing firmly, He Liandian's fists increased, and he smiled faintly:

"I'll give you three moves, and there are two more."
To be continued...