Your Majesty led Mo Xi to the apse of the Vermillion Bird Palace.
There is a pool of dream-gathering water, which can turn the past into reality and appear in front of the audience.
Your Majesty stood by the pool, he looked at the reflections of him and Mo Xi in the pool, then slowly removed the string of Bodhi dzi from his wrist, holding it in his hand and playing with it. The bodhi beads were warm and moist, and he fiddled with them one by one. When he reached the seventh one, he stopped.
"Mo Xi, Gu... Although I chose to destroy the jade slip from the Censor's Terrace, but..."
He closed his eyes and said, "However, please believe that Gu never wanted to lie to Gu Qing."
"This dzi bead that can return his innocence, Gu always wears it with him. If Gu can fulfill his promise in his lifetime, Gu will tell the people in person. But if Gu is unable to resist the destiny, Gu will also take this dzi bead. A dzi bead that records the truth remains in the world, and one day, when the time is right, there will be future generations who will reveal the covenant of the Golden Terrace to the world."
The night wind picked up, making the leaves of the sycamore beside the pond rustled.
"Then, under Lonely Nine Springs, I finally have face, and I can see Zhongliang again."
He said, pointing his fingertips on the dzi bead, and after a while, the dzi bead exuded a dazzling glow, and a silvery white memory floated out from it and fell into the dream pool. The water ripples, breaking a pool of moon shadow frost, and then the misty cold mist overflows from the dream pool.
The cold fog gradually condensed into a scene, and a faint voice came from the depths of the fog, and then became extremely clear.
The brothel of Yan Yuyingsheng slowly unfolded before their eyes.
"The fragrance of the tea leaves is scattered in the wind, and the sound of Du Yu is full of tree red. Nanxuan's pillow is a dream of pears and clouds, and it is a thousand miles away from the soul." The voice of the two-tone water fairy came from the Hualou stage, and the slender and slender voice The voice is like a hanging silk thread, blowing through the rouge powder field.
"The sun is slanting and the shadows are heavy. The daylily is ruthless and beautiful, and the pomegranate is full of hatred. It's so sad that it's ruined."
The mist wafting out of the pool is getting thicker and thicker, wrapping the back terrace of the entire Vermillion Bird Hall heavily, creating a phantom surrounded by pearls.
Xinghua Building.
Mo Xi and Junshang stood in the middle of the fog, and slowly, everything became clear. Mo Xi found himself seeing the situation in the time mirror again. This was the eve of Gu Mang's betrayal eight years ago. Gu Mang was in the wing of the brothel, talking to the mysterious man in black.
It's just that Mo Xi didn't know who the man in black was at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it's probably your Majesty.
Sure enough, Junshang walked up to Mo Xi, looked at the black-robed man turned into mist, and said, "This is Gu Qing's last meeting with him before his betrayal. He knew that he would be leaving soon, and he was not in a good mood. Stable, so Gu made an agreement with him to come to him at midnight this day and take him to see something on the Battle Spirit Mountain."
The conversation in the space-time mirror was exactly the same. In the illusion, Jun Shang, who was wrapped in a black robe, pushed Gu Mang a package and put it on the table: "Bring it to you. Go and change it."
Gu Mang's actions were also the same. He raised his hand and lifted a corner of the package, but quickly closed the package again.
Gu Mang asked, "What does this mean?"
"If you're going to that place, you should always be prepared." Jun Shang said, "I'll just tell you about the situation there, I'm afraid you won't believe it. I'll take you to see it with your own eyes tonight. Seeing is believing."
The surrounding scene dimmed, and when everything lit up again, the situation in the thick fog had shifted to the foot of Zhanhun Mountain.
Gu Mang and Junshang both wore black cloaks, covering them from head to toe.
Gu Mang walked to the winding path up the mountain, looked at the deep bluestone path, took off the hood of his cloak, and looked up at the majestic mountain road.
The king asked: "Can't you go up?"
Gu Mang said: "Just thinking that I will be leaving here soon, and I will be stained with the blood of Sergeant Chonghua, in my heart..."
The emperor interrupted him: "This is the current situation in Chonghua. You have seen it with your own eyes after Fengmingshan's defeat. You and your army are in a state of desperation. Only those who fall into the trap, no help in the snow."
He saw that Gu Mang wanted to argue, so he added: "You don't have to tell me that if Xihe-Jun is here, he will turn towards you. It is useless for him to turn towards you. You are a smart person, you should already know that. , with your own power, nothing can be reversed."
Gu Mang: "…"
Junshang said: "When things have come to this point, you have no regrets about treason."
He said, raised his hand in the cold night, and held Gu Mang's cold fingers. Gu Mang looked back at him and moved slightly, as if trying to break free, but in the end he didn't.
Mo Xi looked at the situation in front of him. The first time he saw this past in the space-time mirror, he felt that the man in black was from the Liao Kingdom, and that Gu Mang's trembling when he was holding his hand was due to hesitation. But now that he knew the truth, his mood was extremely complicated, and the first complete sentence that emerged from his mind was actually: "... cold?"
Jun Shang stood beside him, startled for a moment: "What?"
"His hand." Mo Xi whispered, "Was it very cold back then?"
It was already eight years ago, and logically, no one could remember these details at that time. But after being stunned for a moment, Your Majesty understood.
He lowered his eyes and said, "… cold."
"… "
"I'm sorry, it was Gu who pushed him to this dead end."
Mo Xi didn't say a word, while the king in the fantasy world was repeating the conversation in the time mirror. He said to Gu Mang: "Gu Shuai, there is no one who doesn't have blood on their hands. There is no innocent life yet, let's go to Battle Soul Mountain again. There will be no chance in the future."
Gu Mang closed his eyes abruptly, the night wind blowing his slightly messy temples. He was silent for a long time, and gently pulled his hand out of Junshang's palm, his fingertips were still shaking slightly, and no one could warm his hands. He said, "… let's go."
The black robes were billowing, and Your Majesty and Gu Mang walked up the path one after the other.
In the time mirror, Mo Xi's tracking stopped here, but this time was different. This time, the thick fog lined up one after another, and it was dizzying and changing. He finally saw that Gu Mang and Jun Shang went to Zhanhun Mountain to watch some things. what-
Junshang and Gu Mang came to the barrier in the forbidden area of Battle Soul Mountain. Junshang raised his hand and cut his palm, smearing blood on the barrier light formation. The blood was absorbed by the magic circle in an instant, and a voice rumbled as if from the depths of the earth: "Yan Ran Le Gong Shu Qing Bi."
The king replied, "There is an old inscription in Hidetoka Kusano."
Yan Ran's work was written in green pen, and Kusano Yingzhong has an old inscription.
Why isn't this simple pairing poem Gu Mang's lifelong dream? As soon as Gu Mang heard this reply, his eyes suddenly turned red. Seeing him like this, Your Majesty sighed, patted Gu Mang's shoulder, and said softly, "There won't be anyone else here, just remove the cloak."
Gu Mang raised his hand and untied the rope of the cloak.
—Under the cloak, it turned out to be a military uniform and mourning clothes with a dark border on a white background...
"Let's go."
They passed through the barrier and entered the forbidden area of Battle Soul Mountain.
Rao is that Mo Xi had guessed and prepared in his heart before, but when he really saw the scene, Mo Xi's heart still seemed to be hit hard.
The entire battle spirit forbidden area, half of the foothills of the mountain, was full of green gravestones, some of which had their names engraved, and detailed gold lacquer, and some had nothing written. But a large area full of mountains and plains gathered together, like the wild heroic souls of the underworld came back, and gathered at the top of the mountain in a lively manner.
Gu Mang was stunned for a long time, and then he cautiously took a few steps forward as if he did not dare to smash a good dream. Slowly, his cautiousness turned to stumble, he staggered closer, and when he saw the inscription on the first tombstone, his eyes burst into tears.
"… "
He raised his hand and stroked the golden inscription on the tombstone, tears streaming down his face.
"Go home..."
Then he knelt down, a choked sob slowly appeared in his throat, and he knelt down in front of the unfinished tomb monument, again and again, before the 70,000 who had been left in Phoenix by him. Mingshan's Pao Ze kowtowed.
"Go home..."
The king stood beside him, and after a long while, he put his hand on his shoulder: "This forbidden place is the first promise Gu has fulfilled to you. There are 70,000 tombstones, each name is carved by Gu A tomb was built by Gu personally. Gu Shuai, with you and Gu planning together, Gu Hui believes that one day, the forbidden land of Battle Soul Mountain will no longer be a forbidden place."
Gu Mang didn't say a word. He was wearing a military mourning uniform, with white linen in a bun, choking, and bowing again and again.
There were no more living people in his eyes, only his separated and deceased brothers in his eyes. Seeing him like this, Your Majesty didn't bother him anymore, just stayed by the side and watched.
After a long time, Gu Mang staggered to his feet. He put his hands together and bowed again in front of the tomb. He put his hands on his forehead and muttered something.
The king asked, "Is there anything else you want to do alone?"
Gu Mang closed his eyes, and after a long time, his eyes moistened and said, "...if possible...I...have three more things, and I would like to ask for your permission."
"you say."
Gu Mang's fingertips rubbed the golden book on the tombstone, sliding all the way down.
"... The first thing, if I really can't come back... Your Majesty, please don't erect a monument for me on the Battle Spirit Mountain. I'm here to explore the Liao Kingdom, and I'm destined to be stained with the blood of my comrades, whether I'm forced to or not. , Is there a secret, the one who kills is killed, and I have no face to bury with them again."
Your Majesty seemed to be very disturbed by his statement, he said, "But—"
"Please listen to me."
"… "
"The second thing, Xi Hejun has a pure and kind-hearted personality. He is an honorable man, but he has a good personal relationship with me. He has already sinned against countless old veterans. After I betrayed, he will definitely not believe it, and even have extreme rebellious actions, please Jun No matter what, don't tell him the truth, and please forgive his sorrow, don't hold him accountable."
Hearing this, Mo Xi couldn't help but burst into tears. He couldn't help but stepped forward and looked at Gu Mang with a solemn expression in the military uniform in the illusion, and murmured, "Gu Mang..."
Eight years ago, Gu Mang's reflection couldn't hear anything. He was standing in the precipitous mountain wind with his clothes flying. He was not going to die, but it was better than going to die. At this moment, he was in a relationship with the king. Explaining his own affairs.
"The third."
After saying these two words, Gu Mang was silent.
He lowered his eyes and raised his hands to look at his palms. After a long time, he said softly, "... Third, I want to play a soul-calling song for them while my hands are still clean."
"But Your Majesty, I only have a small suona that can't be used on the stage. Can you lend me your magic weapon?"
After he finished speaking, he raised his head, the breeze was blowing his fine forehead hair, and under the moonlight, he looked at the king eagerly.
Chonghua's Soul Song was given to heroes and martyrs, and it was often sung by ritual officials with divine martial arts, but Gu Mang could never hope for the ritual officials to comfort his brother. The only recognition he could ask for could only come from the man in front of him. .
"Your heart is so sincere, what's not to allow you?" After the king said, a green bamboo flute appeared in the palm of his hand. He handed the Bizhuxiao to Gu Mang.
Gu Mang thanked him and took the Dongxiao with both hands. He looked up, as if to engrave the 70,000 tombstones of Zhanhunshan into his heart. Under the bright moon, he put the bamboo flute to his lips and closed his eyes.
"In the past, Erlang went with his sword in his arms, the blood and the bones were hard to return, this corpse is still beautiful last year, and this body was laughed at last night. I will take care of Jun Yi Dan's heart, I will pass on Jun Yu Hao Qi, the heroic soul will return to the hometown. There are green hills everywhere…”
The song is over.
Gu Mang put down the bamboo flute, his eyes moist.
He turned his head and returned Dongxiao to the emperor, and knelt down in front of the forest of steles again. After a few moments of silence, he lowered his head and choked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I will be leaving soon. I don't know if I can come back, or when I will come back."
"Gu Qing..."
"When I'm not here, please come and see them more for me... You don't need to burn too much paper and gold foil, as long as... just bring a few more pots of good wine and a few more dishes." He said at the end, he was sobbing. , "When they followed me, the army's salaries were always insufficient. Looking at the rations of other armies, they often joked with me and told me..."
His forehead pressed against the cold stone tablet, and tears fell like beads with broken strings.
"Say they're hungry...want to have a good meal."
Your Majesty: "… "
"Although I haven't said it these years, I can hear it. There are always people who say that we want to seize power... want to turn the sky... greedy, wolf ambition..." Gu Mang slowly raised his head, "But, Your Majesty, do you know? These people The biggest wolf ambition is actually just wanting to eat a full meal..."
The king in the illusion wore a veil, and no one knew what his expression was like when he heard this sentence.
However, Mo Xi could see the King at this moment. After so many years, when he heard Gu Mang say this again, the eyes of the King still dimmed with pain.
"Come and see them more for me, and bring them more food and wages."
Jun Shang said: "... Gu Qing rest assured, Gu will definitely do it."
"Can I still have wine?"
"Gu will bring Chonghua's best wine to your people."
"It's good to burn a knife. They are used to being poor. If the wine is too good, they will be reluctant to drink it."
"… it is good."
Gu Mang didn't ask anymore.
He knelt between the mountains and forests, looking up at his brothers who became monuments, and didn't move for a long time.
The king in the illusion sighed softly and raised his hand, but instead of dissolving the green bamboo flute, he stuck it to his lips and played a soul-calling music.
Dongxiao lingered, and the moon was white and the wind was clear, and in this sad and solemn song, everything in Zhanhunshan disappeared.
All the mists and illusions were dissipated at this moment, but the sound of the bamboo flute, which was full of affection, seemed to pass through the real and the illusory, and came from the foothills of the Battle Spirit Mountain eight years ago.
The fog faded away, but the lingering sound lingered around the beam.
After a long time, on the Vermillion Bird Stage, Your Majesty reorganized the dzi bead, then looked up at the bright moon among the clouds, and said softly, "Fireball."
"… "
"In the past eight years, Gu has been wearing this bracelet all the time, guarding this secret. Whenever Gu can't hold on, Gu will transform this memory and watch it again."
"Every time I watch it, I will remember it again. This road is not for a person to walk alone, nor is it for a person to walk alone. Eight years later, I have never forgotten and dared not forget it day and night. "
Jun Shang raised his hand and stroked the dzi bead on his wrist, and said softly.
"Gu's heart is not a stone, just because... people are in Jiuzhong, like they are in prison..." At the end, the voice was choked, "Actually, why did Gu never know Gu Qing was ashamed... Ashamed of you..."
No one spoke anymore, the old tree beside the courtyard chirped at night.
On the terrace of the Vermilion Bird Hall, Mo Xi and Jun Shang silently looked at each other, their expressions were already sullen, and their eyes were wet with tears.