At the same time, the Cultivation Academy.
Jiang Yexue sat beside the boxwood inlaid with Lingyu. This little table has bulging legs and puffing teeth, turning horseshoes inward, and the table top frame is inlaid with excellent Guiyuan stones, flowing with abundant spiritual power.
Since the refiners often need to repair some damaged objects, there must be a similar table in their room, which can cooperate with the monks to reverse the wear and tear. It's just that the level of each refiner is different. Some refiners can only repair a broken bowl, while people like Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi can restore too many things.
This set of techniques looks easy, but in reality, it has extremely high requirements on the refiner. A slight bias in the repair of the spiritual flow may lead to irreversible consequences. Therefore, if the first young monk wants to become a refiner, the school will There must be a major item "repair" in the final graduation test.
According to legend, the eldest son of the artifact refining family, who is now Yue Chenqing's father Yue Juntian, was able to restore 178 damaged treasures in a very short period of time when he graduated. coming records. Yue Juntian always likes to brag about this matter. He used to want to use the courage to oppress his brother-in-law Murong Chuyi. In the end, he made Murong Chuyi very impatient, and immediately destroyed more than 1,000 treasures in the Yue Family Linglong Pavilion. In Yue Chenqing's livid face, he restored all these treasures in a stick of incense, and slapped Yue Juntian in the face. Since then, Yue Juntian has never mentioned his old bravery who graduated from the school.
However, whether it was Murong Chuyi or Yue Juntian, they repaired things at that time just to show off their skills, and the objects were just smashed at will, not deliberately crushed to pieces. Jiang Yexue was different. At the moment, he was facing a pile of jade slips with history that were almost crushed into powder. They were completely broken, and the order was completely out of order.
"… How about it?"
"No wonder the person who destroyed these jade slips didn't have to take the fragments away." Jiang Yexue sighed, "Zi Shi jade slips are attached to spiritual power, and even if they are broken into pieces, it is easy to be detected. He destroyed them like this, In the entire Chonghua, there are probably no more than three people who can repair it."
Mo Xi was silent for a while and said, "I shouldn't be able to cover up my infiltration into the Palace of the Censors for too long. I would like to ask your help. It's better to be able to recover one volume of one volume than to know nothing at all."
Jiang Yexue said, "If Brother Gu's old case has any secrets, I'd love to help you uncover it. It's just..."
Mo Xi's eyes darkened: "Can't it be repaired?"
"Not really." Jiang Yexue stroked the half-split slip on the small table, "But as you can see, at this moment I can only repair it into a prototype, and cannot reverse it to its original appearance. Yujian, it will take at least one month."
Mo Xi shook his head: "If you can't wait that long, Your Majesty will definitely notice this."
"… "
"I want to know at least part of the secret before he finds out." Mo Xi raised his eyes, his dark eyes seemed like an endless night, he whispered, "Do you have any other way?"
Jiang Yexue hesitated for a long time, his eyes were on Mo Xiying's deep facial features, and then fell on the headband of his hair, which finally fell down again. He lowered his head and stroked the jade slips without speaking.
Mo Xi, however, caught a glimmer of hope from his actions, and asked, "Yes, right?"
Jiang Yexue closed her eyes, raised her slender fingers, and carefully assembled the fragments on the edge of one of the scrolls of jade slips.
"… Yes."
Before Mo Xi could speak, Jiang Yexue immediately said, "But Xi and Jun, that would be too risky."
"What? Will they know the wrong past because the repair is not complete, or will these scrolls be damaged and never be fully repaired?"
Jiang Yexue looked at Mo Xi. He had rarely seen such an anxious and out-of-control look on this man's face, but at this moment, Mo Xi's haggard face was carrying too many emotions, and it made him feel He looked a little strange.
Jiang Yexue said, "You won't be able to bear it."
"You know, the gate of life and death in time and space, one of the three major forbidden techniques, has yet to be completely restored, but there are actually countless techniques and treasures derived from the gate of life and death in the continent of Kyushu. A detail, or a prototype restoration - like the time-space mirror you just experienced."
The mist in Mo Xi's eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked at the scroll resting on Jiang Yexue's table.
"So is Shi Yujian?"
"Yes." Jiang Yexue said, "The gate of life and death in time and space is the origin, and the time and space mirror is a replica, and these..." His pale porcelain-like knuckles touched a few fates, "The reason for these jade slips with history is the same. No matter how powerful they are, they all come from the time-space life-and-death door technique left by Fuxi.”
"About this forbidden technique, there is an oracle hidden in all rumors - if there is someone who opens the door of life and death, it will be doomed to a bad death. The time-space mirror and Shi Yujian do not have the ability to truly reverse the past like the door of life and death, so they will not be able to curse those involved. the life of the victim, but…”
He paused and looked at Mo Xi's haggard face.
"Every time you forcibly enter, your body will suffer a great loss. ... You should have realized it when you were on Bat Island."
"… "
"Xihe-Jun, I've known you for nearly half my life. Your bloodline is pure and your spiritual power is amazing. No matter how tired you were in the past, you never showed any weakness. But when you came out of the time-space mirror, your spiritual Regardless of the flow or physical condition, they have all been cut to the extreme." Jiang Yexue sighed, "Do you know what will happen if you rashly enter the unrepaired Jade Slip with History?"
The soft white fingertips slid inch by inch over the ice-cold, ivory-colored slip of paper.
"You may shatter your bones, or your spirit core may run wild."
"I have to go in. I believe that Gu Mang's treason at the time was hidden."
- The two said a word almost at the same time, and then the room fell into silence.
The bamboo trees outside the window swayed and rustled.
Mo Xi undoubtedly heard Jiang Yexue's words clearly. He lowered his eyes and said, "...Brother Jiang. After going around like this, I still choose to believe him."
Jiang Yexue looked at Mo Xi quietly and silently, her gentle black eyes seemed to be a little wet.
"... Mo Xi."
"… "
"You already believed him once."
Eight years ago in the Golden Palace, the young general stood in front of the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty.
Back then, Mo Xi's trembling voice seemed to have passed through the turbulent years and reached the ears of the two again.
—
"Who treasoned the country? How could Gu Mang betray the country?! Are you crazy? He didn't betray when he was sitting on our army, and he didn't betray when he was on the line between life and death. He dedicated his best years to the land under his feet, and you now call him a traitor?! Crazy?!!"
Manchu civil and military discoloration: "Xihejun..."
Lord Lei Ting was furious: "Mo Xi! Who gave you the courage!"
Mo Xi, on the other hand, was like a beast who had lost his companion... No, it was far more painful than that kind of loss. It's like an eagle has lost its wings, Kuafu has cut off his feet, and a painter has lost his eyes.
The child dug out his heart.
That innocent, upright, sad youth stood between accusations and whispers—
He was an outlier among the nobles who rebelled, and the slave monks headed by Gu Mang were also destined to be unable to accept him.
He could only stand alone in the hall, guarding the last ruins left by his brother, his lover, and his god.
Mo Xi's eyes were red and choked, but he still said firmly, "He won't betray."
"… "
"I'm willing to swear my life for him and vouch for him."
"He'll be back for sure..."
In fact, he didn't even know if he was taking such an oath to listen to you, or if he gave him the last comfort.
Jiang Yexue sighed and repeated, "You already believed him once."
"That time, you almost gave your life. Do you want to believe it a second time to explore an uncertain truth?"
Mo Xi was silent for a moment, then said, "...I said something to him on the Dongting battleship back then."
Tears from the candle fell again, flowing in the depths of the lotus lanterns, quietly pooling into a pool.
"I said that as long as he can turn his head, everything is fine." Mo Xi closed his eyes, folded his hands in front of his brows, lowered his head, and said softly, "As long as he can turn back, kill me, life, glory... It doesn't matter to me anymore."
"But he didn't do that. He cut me off with that knife, and told me with the head of a million monks that he chose a path of revenge."
"Over the years, he has killed countless cultivators of Chonghua, and many people lost their lives to his hands. Those sons and daughters of nobles have died. Their relatives and parents will come to curse me and hate me - saying that I was bailout for the ghosts, saying that I was my brother. How many villages in Chonghua were razed to the ground, and many Limin homes were destroyed... They all said that I was blind, I was blind... A blood debt was placed in front of me, but I didn't dare to face him, and I didn't want to go. Fight the battle against him."
When the man said this, although he tried his best to hold back because of the extravagance and arrogance in his bones, his voice was trembling. Jiang Yexue could hear the choked sobbing in his throat, like a jar of wine that had not been opened for eight years, soaking the vocal cords in his throat.
Mo Xi opened his eyes slowly, mocking himself hoarsely, and said, "What they scold is never wrong."
"For so many years, I knew that he owed Chonghua tens of thousands of lives. I walked through the war-torn villages and towns, and saw monks lying in a pool of blood, the stomachs of wolves, and I saw wives who lost their husbands. , an old man without a son, a child sitting beside the corpses of his parents and weeping bitterly." Mo Xi's index finger rubbed his forehead in pain, who could he say these words to after so many years
He was cold, he was stretched, he was propped up.
Others still have wives, children, parents, what does he have? Even the only light and heat in his life became his darkness.
What does he have left...
Until today, when he desperately wanted to exchange for an uncertain hope, Mo Xi was finally able to tell Jiang Yexue some of these words.
His shoulders were shaking slightly, and his voice was so hoarse that it was hard to distinguish the original tone.
"I've seen the skeleton of a lieutenant who was torn apart alive, and I've seen a dead man who could fill a river - it was committed by the person I was protecting." Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "He brought the monks from the Liao Kingdom to do it. of… "
"Do you know what that feels like?"
It seems that all the souls who died in vain gathered around him, swearing at him, cursing at him, wailing at him, begging for help, screaming and digging for blood—your Gu Mang, your lighthouse, you have admired and cherished the most in your life The people killed us!
Xihejun... Xihejun...
Four generations of Zhongliang, Jiangmen Huzi... Chonghua's guardian god... You save us... You protect us... Please give us justice, please send that bloody and unforgivable devil The gallows beg you to kill him! ! !
I beg you to wash away the blood of hate for your mountains and rivers.
please…
Please give us justice...
Why don't you start
Why don't you go tit for tat with him and kill him? Do you still believe him? do you still love him...
Are you still so obsessed, expecting Li Gui to turn back and expecting him to wake up and expecting him to return to yesterday!
You are also a traitor...
Coward... Traitor! ! coward! traitor! !
Mo Xi buried his face deeply and put his hands to his ears. These voices followed him for eight years, biting him, torturing him and whipping him all the time—yes! He once wished that Gu Mang could die!
Thinking of the child who lost his parents weeping in his arms, he choked like a kitten, and in the end, he was still full of demonic energy and died of the plague poison of the black demon of the Liao Kingdom.
Thinking of the old man with crutches leaning on crutches in the bloody village where the setting sun is like blood, the old tears are cloudy and he loses his mind, repeating the name of the child who will never come home again and again...
How could he not want Gu Mang to be killed, how could he not want the generals who fought these cruel battles to be killed? !
Therefore, when Gu Mang was arrested, he chose not to say a word, and handed this person to Chonghua and the emperor to deal with them according to law. But…
The overlapping slender eyelashes seemed to be wet at this moment.
But when he really sees that person... he will find that the heart that should have been tempered into iron and stone, is still fleshy.
He is private.
He was ashamed for his selfishness, he felt restless day and night because of his selfishness, he saw the child in his arms open blood-red eyes cursing him and scolding him, he saw the old man turn his head into a blue-faced fangs and ask He scolded him angrily.
traitor! !
traitor…
Jiang Yexue looked at the person in front of her, she couldn't help it after all, and said softly, "...Brother Mo..."
Mo Xi didn't answer, he paused quietly for a while, a smile that was almost sad on the corners of his lips.
"If Zai Shi Yujian can let me know the truth of that year, if I can really find out that he has a secret—" He raised his eyelashes and looked at Jiang Yexue wetly, "Even if I die, I will be happy. ."
"… "
"At least in this life, I didn't protect the wrong person, I didn't see the wrong person. I also... We also... " After all, the calmness and calmness were broken again in the words, Mo Xi closed his eyes suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he didn't say any more.
We are finally no longer traitors and cowards.
These eight years of immersion in the sea of blood will eventually come to an end.