The people on the street, those who stood in front of the Abbey Dean, those who fell in the pool of blood, and all the people who formed the new city wall knew that their deaths would not change anything.
But they still did it. Because a thousand years ago, the Headmaster of the Academy and their ancestors founded the Tang Empire by the Wei Sishui River. From that day on, they had changed themselves.
Ning Que had said this to the Abbey Dean before. He knew that he could not defend, but he still had to defend. This was his understanding of defense. The Tangs who were dying at this moment seemed to prove his words.
However, Ning Que's heart began to tremble as he looked at the blood-stained street and the people who fell one after another. The remaining frost on his eyelashes made a cracking sound.
A clear whistle came from afar. He knew that Eldest Brother had finally arrived and made a move. This was not the opportunity that the Academy had been looking for. The Academy's opportunity was with Ning Que. However, Eldest Brother could not wait any longer in the face of the blood-stained street. Just like Ning Que, he could not bear it any longer.
He had been in this world for more than 20 years, but he still believed that he was an atypical Tangs. He had seen too much darkness and always believed in the cold-blooded survival rule. He was willing to pay any price as long as he could live. His heart was as cold as his body that had been frozen by the Abbey Dean's Quietus.
Most of the ice and snow had fallen off. Ning Que's body was still cold, but he felt that his body was gradually becoming hot. The blood in his veins began to boil, and he experienced a long-lost feeling.
That feeling was called hot blood.
He did not like words like tragic or stirring, and the feeling of hot blood was taboo. However, how could the blood from the Abbey Dean's wounds not be hot when he saw so many people dying in front of him?
However, hot blood represented hope and desire. Ning Que longed to live and hoped to defeat the Abbey Dean. Facing the ending of the story where there was no hope, what was the use of hot blood?
From time to time, someone ran past him and rushed to the Abbey Dean not far away. He picked up the podao that had fallen from the snow and struggled to support his body.
The blade of the podao pierced through the snow and stabbed into the hard bluestone street.
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Eldest Brother was defeated again. Blood gushed out from the holes in his cotton-padded robe.
He stood in the south of the Vermilion Bird Avenue, coughing painfully and desolately.
He had no idea where Yu Lian had gone.
The Abbey Dean kept walking forward. He killed many people, knocked many people away, passed many people, ignored many people, and walked forward step by step, leaving blood behind him.
There were casualties everywhere on Vermilion Bird Avenue.
The Abbey Dean stopped not far from Ning Que.
Between the two of them, there were only a few hundred old, weak, women, and children left.
The skinny Taoist had lived in Chang 'an all his life. He had turned from an ordinary little Taoist into a Taoist now, but he still lived in that small Taoist temple. He had never seen the red-robed priest from the West-Hill Divine Palace. A few years ago, when the Great Divine Priest of Revelation was sent to Chang 'an, he knelt for a whole night and did not have the chance to listen to the Great Divine Priest's teachings.
At this moment, he finally saw the true supreme person of Haotian Taoism. His body trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to kneel in front of the Taoist in indigo and kiss his feet devoutly.
He suddenly shouted and took the incense burner from the little taoist and threw it at the Abbey Dean.
The incense burner was used by the small Taoist temple to worship Haotian. It was made of real bronze and very heavy. The skinny Taoist had a heavy heart and was very thin, so he could not throw it far.
With a muffled sound, the incense burner hit the skinny Taoist's feet. His feet started to bleed and he cried out in pain. He did not fall down with the help of the little taoist.
Old Lady Chu took the Horseman Saber from her third daughter-in-law and stood in front of the Abbey Dean.
Old Master Chao walked to the front of the crowd from the back with his walking stick.
The Abbey Dean looked calm and his eyes were extremely indifferent.
In his eyes, there seemed to be hundreds of millions of stars annihilated, and then there was only emptiness left.
It was frightening and awe-inspiring.
Under the gaze of this emptiness, everything would end.
The Tangs who were ready to die, the unyielding Chang 'an, the great Tang Empire, the thousand-year Academy, all the glory and blood, heroic and sinful, bright and dark time, would end here.
The long street was cold and bleak.
Looking at the Abbey Dean's ordinary face and eyes, Ning Que suddenly thought of the great people he had met or felt in his life.
Whether it was the Headmaster, Youngest Uncle, or Lotus, they were all people who were truly enlightened, freed themselves, and understood what they really wanted. That was why they were unimaginably powerful.
The Abbey Dean was also such a person.
Today, the Academy was defeated by the Abbey Dean. It was a matter of course. The Academy believed that it was a matter of course, so it should be as calm and composed as those who died on the long street.
But he could not do that.
Because he was not reconciled to it.
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The Xiangwan Plain was a pasture with excellent water and grass in the north of the Tang Empire.
Now, this pasture had become the most tragic battlefield.
The cavalry of the Golden Tribe Royal Court and the elite cavalry of the Northern Battlefront Army had been fighting for a key riding path at the edge of the pasture for three days and three nights.
The cavalry of the Golden Tribe, who had the advantage in numbers, had finally suppressed the Tang Army to several hills in the north of the riding path after paying a heavy price. They were launching the final attack.
The war horses collided with each other, producing a dull and terrifying sound. The friction between curved blades and straight blades produced an ear-piercing sound. The sounds of killing and war drums, however, were much quieter, because both sides were exhausted to the extreme.
The battle on horseback had turned into a battle on foot. The last thousand Tang soldiers used their last strength and life to resist the attack of the cavalry of the Golden Tribe. But they were about to collapse.
A Tang military officer and a dozen of his subordinates were surrounded by the warriors of the Golden Tribe.
The officer was a little short and not as strong as the ordinary Tang soldiers. But at such a critical moment, he burst out with unimaginable combat power and cut down three enemies in a row.
Several curved blades broke through the air.
The short officer raised his blade and was forced to kneel on one knee, struggling to support himself.
He heard cries of pain coming from around the hills. Through the fluttering hair in front of his eyes, he saw many of his companions fall and those barbarians cruelly stabbing the bodies of their companions.
Could they really not hold on any longer?
He thought. Could they really not hold on until the main force of cavalry came back?
No despair could be seen on his pale and delicate face.
He did not think that he should be desperate.
Because he was not reconciled.
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A troop was running wildly in the wilderness of the Eastern Border.
They were the cavalry of the Valiant Cavalry Battalion. They had left Chang 'an to fight in the Eastern Border.
At this time, they were in a hurry to return to Chang 'an.
The cavalry and their mounts were already exhausted, but no one asked for a rest.
Because they had finally confirmed the whereabouts of Prince Long Qing and the two thousand grassland elite cavalry.
Long Qing was marching towards Chang 'an.
This meant that the coalition against the Tang Empire was sure that Chang 'an could be broken through.
Chao Xiaoshu's face was as thin as a hard stone that had been cut open, dark and haggard.
The cold wind blew on his face.
It was many days late. He and his cavalry had just gone after them. They should not be able to catch up.
Even if they caught up, what could they do?
But he still asked his subordinates to continue running towards Chang 'an.
Because he was not reconciled.
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(These two chapters don't have a lot of words, but I really can't help it. Recently, I've really, aiyaya, I've been writing as hard as I can. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'll have one chapter on Sunday. Then, I'll start writing two chapters on Monday. Yes, I swear on my father's character that even if I'm not good at other things, everyone should still be able to recognize my seriousness towards my work. So, please rest assured in this aspect, I'll definitely write well.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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