The night is getting darker, and the little saint has gone back to her room to rest. Since the ancient temple is located in the hinterland of Yinshan Mountain, the climate at night is slightly better than other places.

But it's only a little better, in fact it's still very cold.

At this time, it was late at night and everything was completely silent. However, the high priest slowly walked out of the courtyard and walked slowly in the ancient temple alone.

She walked out of the ancient temple and gradually walked to the edge of a cliff. A bright moon shone in the sky, casting a cool silvery white. A howling cold wind came from the north, blowing up her extremely luxurious sacrificial robe.

At this moment, the high priest looked towards the south.

Then, a touch of tenderness seemed to appear on his face.

"Gu Changsheng, Gu Changsheng..."

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, or murmuring in her sleep. Suddenly the name of the person she was mumbling suddenly changed to another name, but her face was still so gentle, even gentler than before.

"Gu Tianya, Gu Tianya..."

That kind of soft words, full of deep longing, she stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, as if she wanted to look across thousands of mountains and rivers.

See the Central Plains.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the bright moon hung higher in the sky. The high priest withdrew his gaze towards the Central Plains and looked up at the bright moon in the center of the stars all night. Suddenly, a little poem was recited:

"There is a bright moon on the sea, and we are together at the end of the world. Is it because I am destined to be unable to hold him, kiss him, and pamper him, so you and Sister Guangping named him Tianya? Tianya, Tianya, are under the same bright moon, even if

We are separated by the end of the world, what a good poem, what a good name..."

Two crystal clear tears hung vaguely in the corners of her eyes. I am afraid that no one in the world could believe that the most noble being in the entire prairie could cry.

…

Five days later, Yanmen Pass.

Snapped!

There was a sound of wake-up wood.

"This war between the Turks made the Han family feel proud and proud. The humiliation of the Central Plains for more than 130 years has finally allowed us to fulfill our dream of washing away our previous humiliation..."

"Okay! Okay!"

There were bursts of cheers.

The young storyteller was very proud. He struck the iron while the iron was hot and spoke loudly again: "In this battle, we will kill 500,000 people and capture 1.5 million prisoners. We will also capture 400,000 Turkic bullocks and 200,000 Turkic horses.

In order to survive, Jieli Khan knelt down and begged for mercy, and even wanted to sell him to get a chance to survive... It's a pity, it's a pity, how can we Han people like him? Who is willing to let a smelly Turkic man become a rabbit man?

!So I kicked him a few times as a reprimand, and barely spared the life of this Turkic Khan..."

"Okay, okay!"

There were waves of cheers again.

Immediately afterwards, countless coins were thrown towards the storyteller's platform like rain.

The young gentleman on the high platform quickly stood up and saluted the audience with his bow. After all, he had spent money and could not be treated like a free prostitute. So the young storyteller hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say some powerful inside information in return.

.[Crazy hints at free prostitution for readers]

Soon, he made a decision.

He turned around and walked back to the table, slapped the wood on the table again, coughed first, and then said solemnly, "Everyone, sit down, we won't talk about other heroes today, just the heroes.

Let me tell you about my master, Mr. Gu, why the Turks lost and why we Han people won. Only because we have a great hero who stands upright can the Han people exhale and raise their eyebrows again..."

"If you want to ask why he can defeat the Turks, you can understand just by looking at his fighting power... He is eight feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, eyes like bells, and a bloody mouth. He stands on the battlefield.

With one loud shout, all the Thunder Gods in the sky trembled in unison."

"That person asked, why is Thunder Lord trembling? You are a god in the sky, can't you not tremble?"

"I'm telling you, it really won't work. My teacher Gu Tianya is a born domineering man. Now that he has roared fiercely on the battlefield, how dare An, the God of Thunder in the sky, pretend not to hear. What will he do after he hears it? He must tremble to show it.

Respect me, otherwise my teacher will get angry and hit the sky with a hammer."

"You heard me right, my master's weapons are exactly a pair of hammers. They are inherited from Li Xuanba, the best hero in the late Sui Dynasty. The two hammers add up to eight hundred kilograms. It's easy to throw two hammers to the sky.

The hammers are each engraved with a word, the word on the left is engraved with 'virtue', and the word on the right is engraved with 'reason'. This is called convincing people with virtue, and is good at reasoning. Although the God of Thunder in the sky is powerful, he is also afraid that my master will carry the hammer.

Reason with him..."

"good good good good!"

There was another deafening cheer.

Yanmenguan is a border city and has been an important military town throughout the ages. This city has lost countless heroes of the Han family to death and injury in more than a thousand years.

They can be regarded as the most passionate and heartfelt Han people in the world.

They knew clearly that the allusions told by the little scholar were exaggerated.

They knew that Gu Tianya definitely didn't have that fighting ability.

However, this does not prevent them from longing for a great hero.

The people of the Central Plains have been humiliated for too long.

…

At this time, in the corner of the tea house, Gu Tianya's face was full of helplessness.

Next to him, Li Shimin chuckled and teased him very interestingly: "Okay, Mr. San, you are shaking now. Incarnate as the number one hero of the Han family, and your reputation will be spread throughout this important town, and the city will be filled with 150,000 people.

Plus more than 80,000 frontier troops, almost everyone has heard of your name, and almost everyone can't help but want to hear your name again, the third time and countless times..."

There were several people sitting next to Li Shimin, one of whom was Sun Wuji, the Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs. This old bastard was obviously smiling evilly, and he joked along with him: "In recent days, the disciples of the Gu family have become rich.

A story about my master Gu Tianya, I can get a lot of rewards every day. Look, someone is giving a reward again. Unexpectedly, the person giving the reward is a Turk, and she is also a girl with bright eyes and white teeth.

.It turns out that the reputation of Brother Gu has spread to the grassland, and you are even supported by the Turks. You are awesome, awesome. My eldest son, Sun Wuji, has always refused to convince others, but today I have to express my admiration."

Gu Tianya glared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Old bastard, do you want to quarrel or not? I will definitely not quarrel with you, but I can fight with you. If I can't beat you, I will let my sister take action...

…”

Changsun Wuji let out a "ha" sound, raised his head and pretended to admire the beams above his head, but everyone could hear the guy snort, as if he was mocking with extreme contempt: "Shameless, let your sister take action."

Gu Tianya snorted twice and said with the same sarcasm: "Of course we have to use shameless methods to deal with a shameless person like you."

Everyone laughed together and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

At this time, Li Shimin slowly exhaled and said leisurely: "Actually, this is quite good. The Han people have been humiliated for too long. Although the people know that the allusion of Tianya's brother-in-law is an exaggeration, they are still eager to hear this kind of story.

Story. As a human being, you have to think a little while you are alive. Haven't you noticed that this city seems to be alive in recent days? The people no longer look dull, and their eyes are full of excitement."

"That's the truth!"

Fang Xuanling, who was next to him, took over the conversation and nodded with emotion, saying: "The common people have been suffering for a long time and are looking forward to a little happiness. Now we have defeated the steppe Turks and even captured the opponent's khan."

, this is the first victory in more than 130 years, and it is a great victory that can be recorded in history books. People may not care about what is recorded in history books, but they will care about the solid national glory. This solid victory

What is the glory? It is that we forced the Turks to come here to negotiate. If we put it in the past, there has never been such a thing. The Turks are the most powerful in the world. We, the Tang Dynasty, also surrendered to them. We forced them to negotiate with us. In the past, this

I can’t even think of such a thing…”

"So, we didn't stop Gu's disciples from going around telling stories!" Another civil servant next to him said with a smile on his face: "Those little guys are working hard, talking non-stop for five days in a row, like this

If the situation goes down, I thought they could continue talking for another five days..."

Gu Tianya sighed and looked at the high platform in the center of the teahouse. The young scholar on the platform was foaming at the mouth and dancing when he was excited. Countless people in the audience cheered loudly. The scene was extremely lively and unbearable.

Break up.

Gu Tianya sighed again and said: "Forget it, let them go. I just hope it won't be too exaggerated and try to save a little face for me!"

Li Shimin laughed and teased him: "Why do you want face? Do you still have face now? Didn't you just hear what the little guy said on the stage? Now you are eight feet tall and eight feet tall. I'm afraid it won't last for a few more days.

When the world goes down, you will become a ghost in their mouths."

Gu Tianya groaned and looked at the high platform with fierce eyes.

The little scholar on the high platform was none other than his fourth disciple, Lu Zhaolin. With his cleverness, the little fellow was currently arranging his master's plans.

Gu Tianya's teeth were itching with hatred, and he was wondering if he should give the little thing some color. Suddenly, his eyes froze slightly, and his attention was attracted by a girl in the audience.

He turned to look at Changsun Wuji and asked in a deep voice: "You just said that a Turkic girl gave my disciple a reward?"

Changsun Wuji was slightly startled, obviously not understanding what he meant by what he said, but when Changsun Wuji followed his gaze, the old scumbag's brows quickly wrinkled unconsciously.

.

Not only did Gu Tianya and Changsun Wuji frown slightly, but the faces of everyone present also became solemn. Li Shimin quietly glanced at the crowd, then looked away pretending to be nonchalant, and said calmly: "About sixteen years old.

He is seven years old and is wearing sacrificial clothing."

Fang Xuanling spoke immediately and said: "This woman has bright eyes and white teeth, and there is no trace of weather on her face, so she is definitely not a Turkic herdsman, at least she is a tribal priest."

Du Ruhui was as careful as his hair and shook his head directly: "This girl is not an ordinary tribal sacrifice, she is definitely a sacrifice from an ancient Turkic temple. If you don't believe it, you can observe carefully. This girl has an unconcealable delicacy. Ordinary Turkic priests will not have it.

Delicacy, at best, will only breed nobility as time goes by in the tribe, but delicacy is a temperament that can only be read by reading, and in the entire grassland Turks, only the inheritors of the ancient temples can read..."

He paused for a moment, and then added: "Every generation of successors of sacrifices will read my Han people's books."

Everyone heard his hidden meaning, couldn't help but look at each other, and said almost in unison: "The little Turkic saint."
To be continued...