Awakening of Insects, midnight.

At the Chu State Star Observation Deck, a girl in a black robe closed her eyes and meditated, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly with her breathing.

The sixty-four hexagrams on the base of the platform are arranged according to the heavenly stems and earthly branches. There are also tortoise shells and a yellow flag with a talisman for peeking into the sky.

The most special thing is the three-legged wood crow beside her, which holds a small bell in its mouth.

Colleagues Si Tianjian looked solemn.

Two months have passed, and Li Ping vowed to divine the whereabouts of that man, even if he did not hesitate to move the ancestral treasure.

unexpected.

The yellow flag folded in the absence of wind, and the flagpole was cut into two sections.

"Hurry up and seal the hexagram!" the young eunuch urged sternly.

The girl was unmoved. Drops of blood flowed from her eyes, seeping from her delicate nose and drying up again, and so on.

"Li Ping, seal the hexagram immediately!" The sorcerers were horrified, their flags were shortened, and their lives were shortened by one drop of blood.

Ding ding.

The little bell with a black mouth makes a clear sound.

Li Ping suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the three-legged wooden bird. The wooden bird rotated rhythmically, getting faster and faster.

"West, Fuyao Feng." The young prisoner murmured.

"Map of the Divine Continent!" Li Ping urged with a pale face and a hoarse voice.

The young eunuch quickly walked up to the platform, handed her the map, and finally sighed:

"Thirteen years."

"The civilization of the Central Plains is facing life and death, so why should I cherish my thirteen-year lifespan?"

"The fate of the Tang Dynasty, which has been declining for decades, has improved because of him. He deserves it."

After speaking, Li Ping rubbed his tired head and then immersed himself in observing the map of Shenzhou.

The young prisoner was silent.

Yes, maybe the people in the painting didn't do anything earth-shattering or shocking, but at least they brought a glimmer of hope to the Tang Dynasty.

Although they are loyal to the Nanchu regime, they are all descendants of Yan and Huang and are part of the Central Plains civilization.

It doesn't matter who takes the Divine Continent Cauldron in the end. Now the powerful barbarians are entrenched on the side. If the Central Plains civilization dies, who will have the face to meet their ancestors after death?

"Are you in Western Shu? But the Fuyao wind doesn't blow in Western Shu." A warlock was confused.

Li Ping's eyes shone brightly, as if he was talking to himself: "The strong wind tilts from southwest to northeast, the terrain is low and flat, and the desolate and empty space is caused by the swaying wind."

"here!"

She pointed to a certain location on the map and said firmly and decisively: "Yumen Pass."

"He is at Yumen Pass!"

Everyone in Si Tianjian looked at each other in shock.

The gateway from the Central Plains to the Western Regions, the border between Northern Liang and the barbarians?

"Could it be that some general from Northern Liang was brave enough to kill the barbarians?" the young eunuch guessed.

"The fate of the Tang Dynasty." The warlock beside him reminded in a low voice.

"Although he was a general in Beiliang, his heart was with the Tang Dynasty. How did this lead to changes in the fate of the Tang Dynasty?" Although the young eunuch was questioning, he looked determined.

Everyone nodded.

This is the most reasonable speculation.

Since ancient times, Yumen Pass has been a pass symbolizing the rise and fall of China's glory and disgrace.

It was recorded there that the supreme glory of the Central Plains was recorded, that the champion Hou Huo died and sealed the wolf's residence in Xu, and that all nations passed through Yumen Pass in their pilgrimage to Chang'an. It was also tragic and desolate there, with many soldiers from the Central Plains looking at Yumen Pass before they died.

Perhaps only at the magnificent Yumen Pass can a figure be born who can save the fate of the country in the Central Plains.

"Go back and rest." The young eunuch looked at Li Ping worriedly.

The girl hummed.

One of the warlocks was hesitant to speak, and finally decided not to say anything, which would only make him smile.

He suddenly remembered the Four Towns of Anxi. The reason was that his great-grandfather was once a member of the Anxi Army. He was transferred back to the Central Plains due to military arrangements. Before he died, he wanted to see Yumen Pass again.

Anxi definitely no longer exists. It has been isolated from news for more than sixty years, and it is located in the hinterland of the barbarians.

If it still exists, it is no longer a miracle, but an epic myth and legend.

The most pitiable soldiers in the world are none other than the Eighth Regiment of Anxi. They were originally ordered to station in the Western Regions to contain the countries in the Western Regions for the Central Plains. Unexpectedly, the rise of the barbarians was so terrifying that the ashes of those great border guards could not come back.

"What do you want to say?" The young supervisor glanced at him.

"No." The warlock shook his head.

The key point is that there is no Fuyao style in the Western Regions.

…

Chang'an.

Manna Hall.

Pei Jingshu walked into the palace and saw the noble and elegant empress standing in front of the window, unhappy.

Your Majesty is used to being alone, sometimes wandering and sometimes sighing, and rarely takes the initiative to talk to others.

Only when her eyes occasionally looked at the portrait of Yu Gu, a glint of light would flash in her eyes.

However, that look was also extremely weak and fleeting.

"Your Majesty, Li Ping's divination revealed that the person in the portrait is at Yumen Pass." Pei Jingshu brought good news.

The empress stared straight at her, her tone of voice quick and urgent:

"It is said that Gao Chaoen has an audience!"

"Yes." The palace maid took the order and left.

"Is it Yumen Pass?" the empress wondered.

"This hexagram will shorten Li Ping's life by thirteen years." Pei Jingshu said softly.

The empress' eyebrows were slightly lowered, the sadness in her eyes flashed away, and then she stared out the window:

"What have you done?"

"I don't even know your name, I'm sorry for you."

"When it comes to the endangered civilization of the Central Plains, it needs a hero to boost its vitality."

Pei Jingshu nodded silently. If he could change the fate of the country, he must have done a great thing and led his troops to kill three thousand enemies? Or was it because he was extremely talented in martial arts?

Your deeds cannot go unnoticed. This nation, which has suffered so much disaster, urgently needs to rekindle its fighting spirit.

After a while, a eunuch in a python robe with white hair and a stooped figure walked into the palace.

"Your Majesty." He saluted respectfully.

The empress looked at him:

"The portrait man is at Yumen Pass, no matter how long it takes, you have to find him."

Gao Chaoen nodded heavily, with a smile on his stiff face:

"Find him and take off his shoes."

The empress twitched the corners of her lips and smiled.

A very dull smile, but like a chrysalis wrapped in layers, it peeled off with a soft click, revealing the moving butterfly wings.

Pei Jingshu has not seen His Majesty smile so happily for a long time.

Gao Chaoen, this can be considered to amuse Your Majesty.

He is the adopted son of Gao Lishi, a loyal official through the ages, and he is now over a hundred years old.

The source of this interesting anecdote is that in the past, Gao Lishi took off the poet Li Bai's shoes in public.

"The miscellaneous family said goodbye." Gao Chaoen turned and left the Manlu Hall.

Stepping out of the main hall, the figure was suspended in the air.

…

Holy city, bronze temple.

The atmosphere on the round table was deathly silent. The twelve judges' scalps were numb as they stared at the ferocious and twisted heads in the sandalwood boxes.

"Your Majesty, that's it." The dusty inspector finished his report and retreated to the outer hall.

The Barbarian Emperor clenched his hands so hard that he punched the armrest of the throne and shouted filial piety:
To be continued...