Chang'an City.

The teahouse is crowded, and the people's eyes are so enthusiastic and earnest.

The storyteller wakes up and slaps the table, and he is polite:

"A inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, millions of young people and millions of troops!"

"In the battle of the Western Regions, the territory of Yumen Pass was completely returned to the Central Plains, and listen to the roar of dragons and tigers, strengthening the land of China!

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"good!"

The teahouse spectators were hoarse. Although the good news spread throughout the seven countries, no matter how they heard the ears, they were as excited as the first time.

The Chinese nation has gone through thousands of years, but has never encountered such a strong barbarian. The Central Plains have been defeated repeatedly until the people have lost their confidence and even thought that it would be sooner or later to destroy the country and the race.

But this time, Zhongyuan won the right place!

"Heroes buried their corpses and seas of sand, and their loyal souls remain in history. They cast the blood and bones of the soldiers into a monument of a flag, and stand forever in the land of China!"

"After this battle, we no longer endure the invasion of barbarians. Even if we overflow into a river, we should not insult the dignity of our nation!"

"Regain the Western Regions and the Central Plains rise. If I need to recruit troops, I will never hesitate!"

Many literati and gossip Kang was excited and pushed the atmosphere of the teahouse to a climax.

But many spectators noticed the lost expression of the storyteller. This guy has always relied on eloquence to make a living. How could he not be satisfied with listening to this unprecedented victory?

"Gu Yingxiong must be the pillar of the tide that turned the tide in this battle, right?"

A cultivator carrying a sword basket asked anxiously.

The audience stared at the sight of the audience and held their breath and focused.

The storyteller twitched his lips, and after a while of silence, he said in a deep voice:

"We are now drinking and eating meat, shouting and selling on the streets, singing and dancing in the brothels, and having fun together."

"Remember, why did all this come!"

The storyteller became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder. He suddenly turned his back and looked out the window, and said hoarsely when he faced the spectator:

"He died."

The building was silent, without a trace of sound.

"impossible!

"The literati suddenly stood up, his face flushed:

"Gu Yingxiong slaughtered thousands of troops with his own strength, and was the most brave in the world. With millions of reinforcements, he was even more arrogant. A barbarian dog was like an ant to him!"

"Are some of the superiors worried that they would be able to conceal Gu Yingxiong's military achievements?"

“Despicable and narrow-minded!”

"In the era when the survival of the nation is determined, how can we engage in power struggle again?"

He was particularly angry, his voice as sharp as a sharp weapon.

The storyteller wriggled his throat with haggard and restless faces:

"Is the barbarians who are so vulnerable to the Heavenly Dao? "

One sentence made countless spectators lose their voices.

Yes, the victory of the war was so smooth, like a dreamy victory.

Before this, a barbarian dog could withstand four soldiers in the Central Plains, but the war in the Western Regions was bizarre, and one soldier slaughtered three barbarian dogs!

It is equivalent to a sudden surge in combat effectiveness.

"The Central Plains coalition sent people to steal the flag of the lonely city. Chang'an was already crazy. The flag of the sixty-four years was suddenly lost. He..."

The storyteller choked up and sighed with his eyes closed:

"In the rear of the barbarian army, he slaughtered 52,000 barbarian dogs by himself, and killed the world until the world changed color, and the barbarians were afraid of fighting, changing the offensive and defensive situation in one fell swoop. The Central Plains coalition took the opportunity to recover Yumen Pass."

"There are no reinforcements? Chang'an was alone from beginning to end, and died in exhaustion and fell into the yellow sand."

"Central Plains only brought back seven taels of flesh and blood, only seven taels!"

"Before his death, he had never enjoyed any glory, nor had he been to Chang'an City."

The storyteller burst into tears.

The teahouse is as quiet as endless purgatory, and the audience's eyes are dull, and it is difficult to accept this bad news in a short period of time.

The giant fell down like this, and the spiritual lamp went out.

"Without Gu Chang'an, ten families participating in the war, there are no nine-man families. Without him, the Central Plains people would not have won the victory in difficulties and obstacles!"

"His great achievements are indelible, and his glory is unprecedented and unparalleled!"

The storytellers drank with tears, but the tea lovers were distracted and were immersed in grief and could not extricate themselves.

I was disappointed in my lifetime and praised greatness after death. Is it always like this that heroes?

"The superiors are too shameless!" The swordsman clenched his fists and roared with ferocious filial piety.

The guest of the same eucalyptus tea cried and whispered:

"You haven't even gone to the battlefield, how dare you scold the coalition forces who are ready to die?"

The swordsman was silent and unable to lower his arms.

Yes, does he have the attitude to scold Million Master?

"If you make this decision, you will be extremely infamous, but everything is for our ordinary people. If you really want to be shameless, how can you sacrifice your life and death to go to the battlefield to sacrifice your life and death? How can you go to the national crisis together if you are greedy for life and fear death?"

"No one is wrong..."

The farmer standing against the door wiped the corners of his eyes. This is a very simple truth.

No one is wrong.

A simple sentence is extremely cruel at this moment.

But why?

Why did Gu Changan bear it alone again?

Even the cruel-hearted person cannot say the saying "Sacrifice is worth it."

The mourning atmosphere lasted for a long time until the noise came from the street.

Snow falls in May.

Sparse snowflakes floated, spreading all over Chang'an City, and everyone stopped and looked at it.

The storyteller walked to the window and stared at the wonders of the world. Could it be that the sky also felt that Gu Yingxiong was worth it?

Those who hold firewood for the Central Plains will eventually die of the wind and snow.

He put his hands on his sleeves, staring at the falling snow on the heads of the people, and suddenly remembered Bai Juyi's poem.

You buried the mud and bones in the spring, and I sent my head full of snow on earth.

...

The heavy snow of goose feathers blew the eyes wide open. Except for the whistling of the wind, the heaven and earth were frozen in all sounds.

The moonlight stood quietly, his mood was like snow, and suddenly he felt so cold.

That erratic soul shadow shattered his 70-year-old ancient well without waves to pieces!

ghost.

"Gu Chang'an!"

The hoarse voice drifted far along the wind and snow.

"I'm still here."

A clean voice responded to the top of the city wall.

The soul has no physical body, but you can still see the white-haired and white robe outfit, just floating around, just like a gust of wind.

Gu Changan looked down at the disappearing abyss outside the city and smiled:

"I was a lunatic before my life, but after my death, I was miraculously cured. It was good to be a ghost, at least my soul was clean."

The old man with a red face finally came back from the horror and said in a deep voice:

"Then I'll kill you again!"

After saying that, he flew through the snow, and swept a hundred feet away. A majestic aura surged out of his palm, his body slid against the wall, and his five fingers grabbed towards his soul body.

Scream—

It was like ripples appearing on the surface of the water, and the soul body shattered into thousands of black fog, and it instantly showed a convergence.

The broken mirror reunites.

Gu Chang'an was motionless.

Yue Zhiguang's face was gloomy, and he indirectly saved a madman?

How to kill?

Kill ten thousand times, and the soul will still condense.

"Why?" He spoke harshly, and his hands were tearing out.

The sky rumbles, and the sky gate is filled with brilliance.

The beam of light gushed up like a spring pillar, and then fell heavily into the old man's palm, evolved into a three-inch snake, tangling and spitting out letters at the ghost.

Gu Changan remained indifferent and let the qi and light snake swallow his soul body. In the blink of an eye, the black fog gathered again.

He sneered:
To be continued...