Ning Que lowered his head and stood on the snowy street. Blood kept flowing out of the holes in his fingers. The frozen blood clots were washed away by fresh blood from time to time. He looked miserable.
He held the array eye pestle in one hand and the hilt in the other. But he could not write a talisman or wield his blade. If it were not for the podao supporting his body, he might fall down again at any time.
He did not look at the Abbey Dean's eyes, because he might die if he made eye contact with the Abbey Dean. He could only look at the Abbey Dean's feet, and his eyes were as low as the dust under the snow.
He was covered in blood. Except for his own, most of it was the blood of the ordinary people who had died in the hands of the Abbey Dean. He felt that the fresh blood was hotter than his own.
Stimulated by the blood of the ordinary people, his blood had already heated up. But what made him sad was that his body was cold, and so was his heart.
No matter how unwilling he was, he was frozen by the coldness of Quietus. He could not find any strength, only fatigue and helplessness.
Countless Talismans of "Yi" were still floating in the streets and alleys of Chang 'an, hidden in the wind and snow. They did not disperse with the help of the God-stunning Array.
This was Ning Que's most powerful skill. But it had been proven that it could not defeat the Abbey Dean.
He looked at the Abbey Dean's feet, as if he saw the corpses of ants under the soles of the Abbey Dean's shoes. These ants were the bravest and most fearless, but now they were all dead.
Even amazing courage could not change the gap between Heaven and man. Then what else could the people in the human world do except to surrender to Haotian? What was the point of being unwilling?
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The Abbey Dean had been cultivating Haotian's ruthlessness all his life. Besides, he was good at foresight and forbearance. Those who could forbear, and those who could forbear, did not have any unbearable heart.
Although the Tangs who fought to be the first to die on the snowy street did not change the outcome of the battle, the incredible scenes still surprised him.
Not because he could not bear it, but because he was puzzled.
The Abbey Dean had seen many people who could face the final end calmly, but all of them were Grand Cultivators who had transcended the mortal world. There were very few ordinary people.
In the city of Chang 'an, there were so many ordinary people who could face death calmly, which was beyond his expectation. In other words, it was beyond his evaluation of ordinary people.
"Maybe the Tangs … are really special."
The Abbey Dean looked at the old people and the weak people in front of him with his hands behind his back. Looking at their fearless faces in the wind and snow, he suddenly asked, "Are you willing to die like ants?"
It was Old Chao who answered him.
Old Master Chao leaned on his walking stick and walked shakily to the front of the crowd. He said, "Being willing is sweet, being willing is comfortable. How can you let yourself feel comfortable? I don't know what the people outside will say, but for us old Chang 'an people, as long as we don't feel ashamed when we die, we will feel comfortable. "
"Old" to die to die. "
The Abbey Dean looked at Old Master Chao and said, "You are extraordinary. How should I address you?"
The Abbey Dean looked at Old Chao and said. "Old., the Abbey to the Dean.
"There is nothing special about me. We are just ordinary people. But no matter if we are the most ordinary people or the most extraordinary people like you, we are all human. As long as we are human, we all have to die."
The meaning of Old Chao's words was clear. No matter if you were the Abbey Dean of the Zhishou Abbey or a follower of Haotian, you would become a pile of dirt or ashes after death. Then we were equal.
"That is why so many people are fighting to die."
The Abbey Dean looked at the Tang corpses on the Vermilion Bird Avenue and said thoughtfully.
"The Tangs have a tradition of dying."
Old Master Chao's expression gradually became solemn and he said, "In the first battle with the various countries, when the wind and rain were precarious, none of the Tangs surrendered. In the battle with the Desolate, none of the Tangs surrendered. Since the founding of the Tang Empire by the Sishui River, it has been more than a thousand years since the founding of the Tang Empire.
"Back then, Emperor Taizu risked his country's destruction and exhausted the nation's power to send his army to the Northern Wilderness. He did not return until all the enemies were killed. The Academy dared to compete with Buddhism and Taoism for a lonely young girl. Mr. Second only vented his anger when he destroyed the stone statue of Buddha Ke. The Tang is strong because it dares to hate."
"The Tang Empire is strong because of the Tangs." Old Master Chao looked at the Abbey Dean and said in a hoarse voice, "Since the ancient times, there have been people who worked hard in the Tang Empire. There were people who worked hard. There were people who stood up in the face of injustice and bullying. There were people who died in the face of invasion …"
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The Southern Army marched towards the Verdant Canyon in the forest of the Xiao Mountain.
The cold rain seeped into their collars, taking away the warmth and bringing the sick. Soldiers fell off the cliff from time to time. Their companions stood silently at the edge of the cliff for a while before continuing forward.
They tiredly lowered their heads. Even though they knew it was already too late, they still refused to stop running. Risking their lives, they ran unreasonably, desperately rushing their way.
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Yang Erxi killed a barbarian from the Eastern Wilderness.
He treasured the machete he got from the battlefield. He sheathed the machete and took the pitchfork from his shoulder. Then he smashed the barbarian to make sure he was dead.
The sounds of fighting in the field gradually subsided.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and panted heavily as he looked around. Then, he saw a few familiar companions lying on the snow-covered winter fields.
After the battle, he stood in front of the shallow mounds and kept silent for a long time. Then he looked in the direction of his hometown. He missed his wife's braised pig's trotters.
The wall of the school in his hometown had not been finished.
Back then, because he felt that the salary given by the yamen was not fair, he refused to take the job. He quarreled with the village chief and almost flipped the table. He was even ready to go to the county government to file a lawsuit. It was not until he could not stand his daughter's anger and his wife's grumbling that he reluctantly took the job.
But he saw the notice halfway through. He carried the pitchfork and meat and wine and left his hometown for the distant Eastern Border. He did not know when the wall of the school would be finished.
He did not know if he had the chance to finish it.
At least it was in his hands.
Yang Erxi looked in the direction of his hometown and thought of these troublesome things. He furrowed his brows in annoyance, and the newly added scar split open again.
Blood flowed down. He raised his arm and wiped it with his sleeve. He suddenly thought of the teacher in the school. Now he would not be angry because of the unfinished wall.
So he laughed happily.
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The battle on the Xiangwan Plain was still fierce.
The short officer was forced to kneel on one knee by the barbarians' machetes. He was in a very dangerous situation.
He was struggling to hold on.
A black shadow flew up from the side and heavily smashed into the bodies of those barbarians.
The bright machete slashed across the meadow that seemed to be burning.
The black shadow fell to the ground with two cuts on his chest. Blood was dripping and it seemed that he would not survive.
The officer recognized that it was his close attendant.
He shouted in grief and indignation. The podao in his hand left his head and slashed toward the opposite side.
At this moment, he did not even think that the machete above his head would cut him in half.
He was very lucky.
The barbarians who besieged him were killed by him, but he did not die.
He had been cut in the shoulder, and the blood flowed like the milk wine in a cut wineskin.
The most dangerous thing was that his helmet was knocked off by the enemy's machete.
The enemy's blade, after knocking off his helmet, also cut open his hair bun.
Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her delicate face was not covered by her armor. At this moment, everyone could see that this officer was actually a woman.
She was Situ Yilan.
She carried the heavy podao, with wounds and anger all over her body. She led the last of her subordinates and started to fight again. She did not know how long she would fight, but she knew that she would fight until death or victory.
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"There is a saying in Chang 'an that can entrust a lonely person six feet away …"
Old Master Chao looked at the Abbey Dean and continued.
At this time, the distant Imperial Palace was shrouded in wind and snow.
Tang Xiaotang stood in the snow in front of the Palace, quietly looking at the south.
The Empress held the little Emperor's hand and stood behind the sill, looking at the increasingly heavy snow outside the Palace.
A cough came from the other end of the street. Eldest Brother came out.
His cotton-padded jacket had long been torn. Cotton peeked out from inside, white as snow, and some places were dyed red, red like blood.
Fresh and bright, very moving.
Ning Que stood at the other end of the street, also covered in blood.
He held the array eye pestle, the blood coagulating the pestle and the palm of his hand.
This pestle, this array, and this city were entrusted to him by his teachers and His Majesty.
Then he would not let it go until he died.
Old Master Chao's hand holding the crutch trembled slightly, and his voice suddenly became excited.
"I can entrust my life a hundred miles away …"
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In front of the Verdant Canyon.
Jun Mo had straightened his clothes and hat.
He held the iron sword in one hand and looked at the enemy cavalry in the Wilderness.
He was expressionless and began to burn the last of his Psyche Power.
As if the whole world could feel the heat brought by his burning life, the rain suddenly stopped, and the rain clouds above the Wilderness gradually dissipated, revealing a line of blue sky.
Sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds and fell on him.
On the Academy's fellow disciples.
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Old Master Chao looked at the street full of Tang corpses and suddenly burst into tears. Then he laughed and shouted to the Abbey Dean, "… I can't take away the important thing, a gentleman!"
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The old voice echoed in the Vermilion Bird Avenue, in the wind and snow, on the winter willow and snow lake, in front of the Verdant Canyon, in the Xiao Mountain, in the Eastern Border, in the Northern Border, and in every inch of the Tang Empire.
I can entrust my life a hundred miles away. I can entrust my life a hundred miles away. I can't take away the important thing, a gentleman!
"The Tang Empire has never lacked such people. The Tang Empire is a country of gentlemen."
Old Master Chao stared into the Abbey Dean's eyes and said sternly, "Such a beautiful country is going to be destroyed by you evil old Taoists. You still ask me if I'm willing …"
He raised his crutch and was about to smash it.
"I'm willing your grandmother!"
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