Li Ye, who is currently fighting against Ma Lun, does not have the power of the fairy garden to mobilize. No matter how complete the map of the Tang Dynasty in the fairy garden is, it will not be beneficial to the battle at this time. However, Li Ye said this silently in his heart, and he was not rushing to the power of the fairy garden, but summoning power to the land of the Tang Dynasty.
Li Ye has been on the throne for many years, and he has been integrated with the Tang Dynasty for a long time. The auras of each other are drawn to each other.
As the dragon energy shot out from Li Ye's body, a giant cyan dragon with a length of hundreds of feet appeared on the Tianzi sword, and the sky inside the Tang Dynasty already sounded the sound of majestic and indescribable thunder.
In the Imperial City of Chang'an, Zhongshu Province, Cui Keli was processing documents when he suddenly heard thunder from the sky, and Li Ye's voice pierced through the beams and rang in his heart. He shouted loudly: "My lord, Cui Keli, the Minister of the Great Tang Zhongshu, is willing to help His Majesty!"
The other officials in the hall were all shocked when they heard Li Ye's voice. They didn't know what happened, but when they saw Cui Keli pressing the big seal with his hand, he looked respectful and spoke the truth. Shouted: "I... wish to help Your Majesty!"
At the same time, under the door, Li Zhen was sitting upright, with a solemn and humble expression, his eyes were full of unspeakable hotness, and he held the seal of the door with both hands, "Minister, Li Zhen, the minister of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Highness!"
On the left and right sides of the main hall where he was sitting, all the kneeling officials straightened their waists, respectfully and rigorously, as if the emperor had come in person, and shouted in unison: "I... wish to help your majesty!"
The white, blue, yellow, and red lucks that are invisible to the naked eye rise into the sky from the imperial city, from the government office, from the military camp, from the private houses, and from the streets of the city, flying into the night like thousands of fireflies. Tens of thousands of sharp arrows converged into rivers and flowing clouds, killing the enemies of the dynasty.
Zhang Wence, who was inspecting the crops in the fertile fields outside the city, suddenly heard the thunder in mid-air, his expression was greatly excited, his eyes were excited, and he quickly bowed to the ground, and said loudly: "Minister, Da Tang Andong Dufu Dadu Protect Zhang Wence and help His Majesty!"
Beside him, the accompanying officials bowed to Chang'an at the first moment. The people in the fields didn't know what happened. Many people were ignorant, but when they heard the voice, they knew it was His Majesty's voice requires them to show their loyalty.
The people under the jurisdiction of the Anton Governor's Mansion did not lack loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, so they all bowed down.
Sanshan Qingxing and Ping Xishi, who were walking on the streets of Ping'anjing in the Duhu Mansion in the east of the town, heard Li Ye's voice sound again after such a long time, and they immediately resonated in their hearts.
This sense of sympathy is inexplicable, but it seems to be recognition of the Tang Dynasty, admiration for the glory of the Tang Dynasty, and pride in the identity of the Tang people.
They stopped immediately, looked at each other, and bowed down to the distant Chang'an at the same time.
"My lord, the deputy governor of the East Governor's Mansion of Datang Town Sanshan Qingxing, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, Sima Pingxi of Ping An City, the Eastern Protectorate of Datang Town, is willing to help His Majesty!"
In the territory of the Tang Dynasty, no matter the officials on duty or the people in the market, they all heard the emperor's order. They either sat at the desk, or ran out of the door, bowed in the direction of the gate in the yard, or put down With work in hand, he bowed his head, or shouted to help His Majesty, or shouted in his heart to help His Majesty.
"Sir, Liu Dazheng, the leader of the Longxiang Army, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"My lord, Zhang Zhongsheng, the chief historian of Luoyang, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Minister, most of the Far East Protectorate is protecting Chu Nanhuai, and is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Su Emei, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Zhang Erniu, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Chen Fugui, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Majesty!"
"Liu Sanniang, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is willing to help His Majesty..."
"Gesang, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty..."
Chang'an, Luoyang, Qingzhou, Kaifeng, Yangzhou, Jinling, Chengdu, Jinyang, Pyongyang, Jincheng, Ping'an City, Gesang Prefecture, Teotihuacan...
Every Datang city, every Datang village, and every Datang river has countless powers of luck rising into the sky, converging with each other at an unimaginable speed that cannot be predicted by common sense, and rushing to the Western Regions. rush.
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Hundreds of millions of people in the Tang Dynasty, and hundreds of millions of luck, flew from the eastern sky, and the weather was myriad, like purple air coming from the east. They were like meteors, fireworks, and breeze, and they all counted on the Tianzi Sword in Li Ye's hand.
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The power of his cultivation is originally the result of the condensation and transformation of the luck of the people. Now that all the people are united, the aura of every bit of power has grown to the extreme, and its momentum is like the sun falling.
In the seemingly slow but fast process, the Qinglong Qi in Li Ye's hand went from a hundred feet to a thousand feet.
His face was stern and solemn, his eyes were calm and sharp, and with a certain sense of honor and mission, he slashed out the sword in his hand to the divine power of the Crescent Sect that covered the sky and the sun.
At that moment, Li Ye's heart was intertwined with two completely different emotions, calm and heroic, which seemed to be distinct but coexisted harmoniously.
When the chaos of the dynasty was approaching, he was crowned in the palace, and since then he walked out of Prince An's palace, walked to Chang'an City, and walked to the court.
In the years when the situation was changing and the future was uncertain, he overcame obstacles all the way. When Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, military strategists, grass bandits, and princes believed that the Tang Dynasty was bound to be destroyed, no one put his efforts in line with the situation. In the situation where the painstaking effort was put in the eyes, he abruptly killed a bloody path, making everyone dumbfounded.
From Qingzhou to Hedong, from the Central Plains to Guanzhong, Li Ye fought in the territory of the Tang Dynasty for many years, and went through the most difficult stage of his life. At that time, everyone was an enemy, whether it was the sect that wanted to open up a new world or the princes who wanted to add a yellow robe, they all regarded him as a common enemy.
Despite all kinds of difficulties, he finally defeated these opponents, clarified Yunei, and pacified Datang. The bitterness and bitterness in the process can be used as talk for a lifetime.
However, what really makes Li Ye unforgettable, what makes him fondly dreamed and proud of, is not the most difficult years. Instead, he led the troops out of the fortress, defeated Tubo, and conquered Hexi; went north to the Great Wall and defeated Khitan; and expeditions to Silla and Japan.
That was the time when he, as a Tang man, went out to fight and forge ahead bravely.
These times, it is his pride.
Just like a young scholar who went on a study tour, walked out of the house, passed the imperial examination, and finally went to the world. Fights at home, no matter how thrilling they are, are nothing to brag about in the final analysis. Showing off outside the house, in the wind and rain, is the place to write about.
Young scholars have to go out of the house to have a better life and future.
As a person from the Tang Dynasty, when he went out of the frontier fortress, he made great achievements in the battle with foreign races, which is the real spirit and glory of the Tang Dynasty.
Your future is outside your home.
The future of the country lies outside the country's gates.
Only by making continuous progress can we break new ground.
Such a man, a real hero, is the prosperous dynasty, and only then can he obtain real power, a higher level of power.
If Datang wants to be stronger, it has to go to a wider world.
If this realm of self-cultivation is to be strong, sooner or later it has to go to a place outside the realm.
The future is outside the door, and the strength is outside the door. Only by constantly breaking through the shackles can we always have tomorrow.
The key to going out of the door lies in the integration, unity and cohesion of the world inside the door.
In the Tang Dynasty, the monarchs and ministers are of one mind and one heart and one mind, so they can expedition to the Western Regions and compete with Dashi for hegemony in the world.
This is the road that Li Ye walked, this is the road that Li Ye will walk, he is always on the road.
But now, facing another stumbling block, another stumbling block, Li Ye didn't feel too much trouble in his heart. He knew he was going to beat them because he was perfect inside the door. Even if you fail this time, it doesn't matter. If you fail once, then you can do it twice.
And when he thought of a wider world waiting for him to create with the Tang Dynasty and the people of the Tang Dynasty, he still couldn't hold back the pride in his heart.
Hollowing out, that is the real achievement of a real man!
Ma Lun said that he has a real god to help him, but Li Ye is just a person.
Li Ye didn't think so.
He is not fighting alone, behind him there are hundreds of millions of people in Datang. He not only has hundreds of millions of Tang people, but also dreams in his heart. With these, it is not a single person fighting, with these, even if there are thousands of people, we will go.
This is Li Ye's inner world.
"Ma Lun, take my sword now!" Li Ye's brows were like iron, and the Tianzi sword slashed straight down.
At this point, the strength of the green dragon's aura is no longer known, only the blue light tearing the dark curtain of the sky, colliding with the light of the knife cut by Ma Lun with the momentum of Mount Tai.
The sword energy collided with the light of the sword. Whether it was the Great Cultivator of Datang or the Great Cultivator of Dashi, they all saw this scene.
However, they couldn't see the next scene.
Because the light was extremely bright, it became pure darkness, and nothing could be distinguished.
They could only hear clearly that the sky was falling apart.
When the light faded away and the vision recovered slightly, the great monks on both sides looked at their king nervously and eagerly.
Li Ye stood with his sword in hand.
Mullen floated with the knife in hand.
The former is calm and relaxed.
The latter's face was blue and purple, his arms were trembling, and blood was flowing out between his eyebrows.
The trend of victory and defeat could not be more obvious.
The Great Cultivators of Datang broke out into cheers like waves, while the Great Cultivators of Dashi were in mourning.
"You lost." Li Ye said to Ma Lun, who was already out of breath, with a flat voice and the usual tone.
Ma Lun gritted his teeth. He stared at Li Ye, but did not answer the other party's question.
He shouted to the true god in his heart: "Why, why didn't I win?! The same secret, the same realm, I have the blessing of the true god, Li Ye has nothing, why didn't I win?!"
True God did not give him an answer immediately.
After a moment of silence, the voice of the true god said: "Withdraw the army, return to Dashi and stick to it!"
"Why, why is this?!" Mullen roared madly at the true god.
The True God groaned for a short time this time, "As long as you are not dead, as long as this seat is still there, we will not lose to him. The battle in the mortal world, in the final analysis, is just a part of the war. Go back to Dashi and stick to it. Besides, you may not necessarily lose in the battle of the mortal world, don't forget that you still have a navy!"
Speaking of which, the True God didn't give Ma Lun time to ask questions, "Withdraw the army, with me here, Li Ye can't chase and kill you!"
Mullen gritted his teeth, but could only order the guards to withdraw.
But he himself didn't retreat immediately, because he knew that if he withdraws his troops at this time, he will be chased and killed by the Tiger Guards. The so-called withdrawal of troops is just a euphemism for defeat.
After taking a deep breath, Ma Lun stared at Li Ye and asked, "Tell me, why didn't I win?"
Li Ye smiled faintly: "Our destiny must be in our own hands after all. Although your god is powerful, it can give you shelter, and it is indeed very convenient to use the name of the god to grow your wings, control the people, and consolidate power. But, Not our own strength.
"Saints never die, thieves never stop. If you don't have the courage to kill gods, how can you talk about sitting on the world and becoming a real strong man? If you don't have the heart of a strong man, how can you become the master of heaven and earth?"