The pain was like a crack in the ground, exploding from the heart and spreading to the whole body.
In the history of jade slips, Mo Xi knelt down on one knee and tried his best to support it, but he choked out blood.
The prison in front of him has been damaged, and only vague light and shadow are left, or perhaps it is not the light and shadow that is blurred, but his vision. The jade slips are constantly depriving him of his spiritual flow, tearing apart his flesh and blood. The pain of the soul and the torment of the body are like a torrent of sea water pouring backwards, pressing into his lungs.
Yu Jian's icy voice resounded again, echoing in his ears.
"Jane is damaged, and the pages are huge. If you insist on reading it, you will be severely injured..."
Flesh Wounds...
What is Flesh Wound? What kind of flesh and blood wounds will hurt more than the truth.
He is clearly a loyal minister with a mission, but he has to be buried deep in the muddy quagmire and cannot escape.
Knowing all the truth, but to smash teeth and swallow blood.
The fire that obviously wants to warm the world, but it has to be stomped out by you and me, crushed into ashes.
Mingming just recognized a brother...
Mo Xi coughed up blood, choked on the broken throat, his eyelashes closed and trembled, tears welling up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks—he almost collapsed, what was Gu Mang's mood at that time...
Mingming had just recognized an elder brother. In this lifetime, he would send someone to the gallows just by calling out that big elder brother. He clearly knew that the eldest brother was innocent and wronged, but he couldn't vindicate the truth.
How did Gu Mang feel when he smiled and fell down with Lu Zhanxing...
Is there anything in this world that can hurt the flesh and blood that can overcome the grief of being a spy
Knowledge cannot speak, love cannot speak.
A pair of hands... As a last resort, they were stained with the blood of Brother Paoze.
Seeing the surrounding tiger and wolf demons ravaging the country that he protects, he still has to laugh and say something good!
Listening to the cry of the people of the mother country, the cry of the baby, the roar of the soldiers, but still wearing an indestructible mask, not a single tear, not the slightest soft-hearted kindness, not a single bit of hesitation and sadness. .
How does that feel...
His Gu Mang, his senior brother Gu, and Chonghua's Gu Shuai were clearly someone who would work hard to hold the scroll of the military book and mutter to remember every unknown person.
He was so gentle, so kind, so fond of laughing, so cherished and respected every life.
He once couldn't bear to hurt even a small flower on the battlefield, but he used the knife in his hand to stab into that fresh flesh and blood—why wasn't he gouging out his own heart! !
Mo Xi coughed up blood, slowly moved his staggered steps, and walked forward, the surroundings were already chaotic darkness, only a dim light lit up at the far end.
He knew that it was the next memory he needed from Shi Yujian.
He walked forward.
Every step is like an invisible hand tearing his viscera, and frantically grabbing blood and true essence from his body, his spiritual power has been swallowed by Shi Yujian, and there is not much left, but the light source is far from him. Still so far away.
It was as far away as Gu Mang, who was eight years old, carrying a shabby little cloth bag with the head of his righteous brother on his back, singing and walking far in the sunset and evening among the sad lotus flowers of the old beggars.
- "Today, when the gold is gone, who will be reborn, and friends who are out of the group hunting dogs to cook. There is no good at porridge in the day and no sleep at night, and I end up singing the lotus on the street. Who can be worthy of two parts of life, not complaining about the mother and father, and not complaining about the sky. , regret teaching the day to form a demon. Now there is nothing I can do, I diligently persuade people to quit like me!"
It turns out... that back is not the back of a traitor.
But a hero's farewell.
Standing on the Chonghua Bridge, Gu Mang turned his head to look at the gate of the imperial capital, and murmured, he knew that he was going to fight an unsupported battle, that he was going to go to a bloody game.
He knew he was going to hell.
He said softly and left.
Then, carefully carrying the only entanglement that his homeland could give him—the cold pancake that the old beggar had given him, he bowed his head and walked to the 70,000 dead brothers.
Gu Mang... Gu Mang...
Why don't you stop... how come I can't catch up with you...
Mo Xi walked towards the light source step by step, tears rolling down his face, and there seemed to be countless reflections dancing in the darkness around him, mocking him and scolding him for putting the past in pieces. Vicious stabbed back into his blood.
"traitor!"
"Do you know how dirty you are..."
"What you want is revenge! For your ambition, for your comrades, for your way out, you don't care about the blood of others!"
no…
no.
Don't scold him, don't scold him, he's innocent...! ! !
Mo Xi was about to be driven mad by the crazy reflection in the dark, but he couldn't even feel Yu Jian's heart-breaking pain. He just wanted to be able to go back to the river of time and tell his past self, no. The truth is not so.
Gu Mang... He never thought of revenge, never had any ambitions.
He just wanted to guard the 70,000 monuments, the last dignity of being born with a group of brothers.
He just wants to see that after Chonghua's snow melts, the rivers and mountains can spit green again, and the peach blossoms are red on both sides of the strait. Rooted and sprouted on their plastered bodies, they could see the new replace the old, the good to replace the blood, the right to replace the wrong, and the joy to replace the sad.
He just wants to see that the hero, regardless of his background, can finally put a pot of sake in front of the tombstone of the martyr, and turn a piece of paper into peace.
Where did he ever have the slightest bit of hatred...
He just wanted to take his brother home.
Mo Xi staggered and walked towards the light and shadow step by step - it seemed that with every step he took, he could get a little closer to the Gu Shuai eight years ago.
so painful...
The spiritual flow was drained, he did not stop, Yu Jian went to absorb the power in his spiritual core, as if to split his heart into pieces. But what he felt was not this heartbreaking pain, he wanted to…
Only one thought, that is, tears rained down.
He was wondering if Gu Mang felt like this when his spiritual core was destroyed.
His little brother, who is actually very afraid of pain, very soft, and easy to cry, was in pain ten or twenty percent more than he is now. It hurts so much, and I have to suffer from the scorn and misunderstanding of my compatriots. No one cares about him, no one takes care of him, and no one knows what he has paid.
No one knew what the smiling Gu Shuai looked like when he turned and left Chonghua.
"Gu Mang..." Mo Xi actually had hallucinations while trying to move forward.
He saw that Gu Mang, who was wearing a Chonghua military uniform, came out in the faint light. He was smiling, followed by Lu Zhanxing, followed by the phantoms of his brothers who died in battle, Zhao Shengwei and Luo Xiaochuan... all of them were with him. around. Gu Mang looked extremely happy. He was cleaner, more handsome, and more energetic than Mo Xi had ever seen.
Mo Xi walked towards them, Gu Mang seemed to see him, there was a moment of surprise in his black eyes, and finally the slender end of his eyes was dyed, but it was a smile that couldn't be more brilliant. A little bit of pain and haze. He stretched out his hand to Mo Xi and said, "Junior brother, don't cry, it's alright..."
"Look, this is the dream of my life. I hope that one day, whether Chonghua or this continent of self-cultivation, can become the right one. Don't laugh at me for being too naive and too ideal, I know that things will always happen. It's getting better and better, just like the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and the winter will pass... My princess, you have to believe me. Look at when your brother Gu Mang deceived you."
— That was what he said to the young Mo Xi while lying on the beach in the Academy.
It came across the world, and tears were already on his cheeks.
Flowers will bloom, rain will stop, and winter will pass.
You have to believe me.
my princess.
Because... if you don't believe me either...
The light suddenly dimmed, Gu Mang's figure blurred, the military uniform became a snow-white slave's clothes, and a black hook was tied around his neck. Lu Zhanxing's phantoms scattered behind him like snowflakes.
Gu Mang knelt down in the dark night, his hands covered with blood, he curled up like a solitary beast.
If you don't believe me either, I'm really just fighting alone.
I'm really only one person.
trust me...
The figure became smaller and smaller, more and more stooped. Mo Xi suddenly ran towards him like a madman without hesitation, and said sullenly—
"Gu Mang!!"
Gu Mang.
I believe in you... I believe what you said that the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and the winter will pass... Can you come back, can you go on without a dark road.
Thirty-three years.
His senior brother Gu was a slave for more than 20 years, a traitor for five years, and a prisoner for three years.
Counting down, even a good day has not passed.
Only at this moment did Mo Xi fully understand that Gu Mang had never thought about it for himself. I never thought about where the flowers were blooming, the rain stopped, and the winter was over.
And he actually once said something to such a selfless and disinterested leader—
"You don't care about the blood of more people!"
Gu Mang doesn't care about the blood of more people.
When he was forced to kill the first Chonghua innocent people.
He might have buried himself in his heart.
The beam of light and shadow at the end of the jade slip swayed, and that Gu Mang got up and walked farther and farther. He couldn't catch up. He began to hear Jiang Yexue's voice, which seemed to come from the mountains and seas, calling him:
"Mo Xi! Mo Xi!!"
"… "
"Wake up! If you keep holding on like this, your spiritual core will shatter!! Mo Xi!!!"
The phantom of Gu Mang in the jade slip suddenly stopped, and he turned his head: "Mo Xi... Stop chasing."
The snow-white and thin clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the long black hair fell on his thin cheeks. Over the years, he has lost a lot of weight, he has lost a lot of weight, and has no longer looked healthy, even the color of his pupils has changed.
But those eyes that have experienced countless lives, deaths and blood, hidden countless secrets and sorrows, are still so bright and tender, and in the deepest pain, there is the most tenacious hope.
Gu Mang said, "Stop chasing. Everyone has their own path. I have already chosen the one I want to take... It's not a good path. But I know it's right."
"Gu Mang..."
"It's right, so, I don't regret it."
The wind picked up, blowing Gu Mang's clothes flying, and gradually the whole person was blown away like crumpled petals. Gu Mang finally smiled at him, and that smile was as bright as the first dendrobium in spring. The spring jasmine, bravely emerges from the winter snow.
As if to say, look, I didn't lie to you.
Spring will come.
Spring has come.
A sudden burst of strong force pushed him out of the darkness - the phantom of Gu Mang in the jade slip was still in front of him, and he had not dissipated, and he had completely returned to Jiang Yexue's mansion.
He didn't return to his senses, blood kept dripping from the cracked flesh and from the corners of his lips, but he didn't feel the pain. He heard Jiang Yexue calling him anxiously, sending spiritual power to his heart.
But can't feel anything.
He opened his eyes wide and never blinked. He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the scars of that smile would completely dissipate, and tears flowed down his blood-stained face and into his temples.
"Mo Xi..." At a glance, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the spiritual core that had been destroyed by Gu Mang was on the verge of being critical, Jiang Yexue couldn't help but choked up, "Why... …”
Mo Xi didn't answer, as if his soul had died.
After a long time, his lips moved, and he gently pulled his hand back from Jiang Yexue's palm.
"Mo Xi...?"
Mo Xi was struggling. He was already like this. I don't know what was supporting him. He was still struggling to get out of bed, struggled to stand up, and walked towards the door.
Seeing that he was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Yexue still insisted on walking forward, the ground was as white as paper: "Where are you going?"
"..." Mo Xi paused and said, "Go home."
He wants to go home to see Gu Mang... He wants to go back and tell the truth about what he saw to Gu Mang, who has actually recovered his memory... He wants to rush back...
He wants to rush back, rush back to say something about waiting for me eight years ago.
To add that I believe in you eight years later.
sorry…
I won't leave you alone again.
No matter the darkness or the stigma, I will spend it with you, I will carry it with you... together...
"He is no longer in Xihe Mansion!" Suddenly, it sounded like thunder.
Mo Xi turned back suddenly.
Jiang Yexue's expression worsened. He seemed to be unsure whether to say it or not, but in the end, he still gritted his teeth and said, "... Murong Lian came here while you were reading the scroll."
"… "
"Gu Mang has been taken away by the surgeon's desk."