Faint crows sneered, old trees withered.
A man dressed as snow stood in the cemetery on the outskirts of Lin'an, in front of one of the small bluestone tombstones. The tombstone was not taken care of by many people on weekdays, and it was covered with a layer of dust. The characters on the top are not very deep, and the handwriting on the margins is mostly worn.
Murong Chuyi looked at it quietly—
The stone stele was kindly built by the owner of Jiuxianglou for the deceased, so it does not have any titles such as "loving mother" and "loving wife", but only four simple words.
Chu Lian's Tomb.
He found it according to the boss's instructions. This was the first time he had seen his biological mother after going around for thirty years.
He once also complained about his mother's unkindness and abandoned him at the gate of the temple. He also felt resentment in his heart.
It wasn't.
Murong Chuyi slowly knelt down and sat down in front of Chu Lian's tombstone, raised her slender fingers, and stroked the thin dust of the tombstone. He wanted to call out mother, but his lips moved, but no sound came out.
He has never called anyone A-Niang. For more than 30 years, suddenly there is a grave that allows him to pronounce this name, but he can no longer say it easily.
Obviously it's just such a simple word.
It was like a thorn in his throat, making him feel pain and soreness, but he couldn't make a sound.
He paused for a while, closed his eyes, and then condensed spiritual power on his fingertips, and slowly traced the words from Chu Lian's tomb. The stone powder rustled, and the faint traces on the tombstone became deep again, as if stroke by stroke were engraved in his heart—
Chu Lian's Tomb.
It was her name.
Next to Chu Lian's tomb is another older monument without a name. It was the tomb given to the murdered Chu Gong by the boss to thank him for his meal. Just for fear of being discovered by the officials, I didn't dare to write a word, and only a small lotus was carved and painted on the tombstone.
Murong Chuyi raised his hand and touched his left arm through the dustless white clothes.
He has always wished he had a home.
The two monuments in this cemetery are the result of his hard search. It was terribly cold.
It's not that he never thought to find the surviving young son that the shopkeeper said, but when he learned that he was surrounded by wives and children, and the family was happy, he felt that his appearance would probably be like he was in the Yue family again, which was extremely embarrassing. Location. Other people's lives are already full, and he doesn't need to add any extra.
He knelt down and sat down in front of the tombstone, his always clear thoughts were chaotic. Hate, resentment, unwillingness, loss, and pain, my heart seemed to be torn apart by these feelings, I couldn't think clearly, and finally just sat in a daze.
The moon stars are thin, and the dead vines are faint.
He raised his hand to touch his mother again—the tentacle was just a cold tablet. The home he found was also cold.
"In the beginning, their family was not a family relocation at all, but a certain dignitary in the capital took a fancy to them and forcibly kidnapped the two daughters. The Duke of Chu was eager to protect his daughter, so he was killed by them, and the youngest was thrown into the grass. The stack will fend for itself."
"While fleeing in a panic, Miss Chu fell down a steep slope and fell into the Five Poisons Abyss."
"I was on the outskirts of Lin'an, and... I found the body of the Chu family's father, and his head was separated—"
The words he heard just now echoed in his ears like a curse. Murong Chuyi hated his life abruptly, he stood up, and a group of flames suddenly gathered in his palm.
Suddenly there was the sound of rustling footsteps behind him.
Someone stopped not far behind him, and Shen He's voice called him in a low voice, "Mr. Murong."
Murong Chuyi turned around abruptly, her eyes glowing like electricity, and said sternly, "Who?!"
Mo Xi stood between the two rows of monuments, looking at him not far or near.
Murong Chuyi narrowed her eyes slightly: "...how is it you?"
"I was also in the restaurant at dusk today."
Murong Chuyi's expression suddenly became sharp. He has a very sharp appearance, but at this time, his guard is fierce, and his eyes are threatening, which makes him more difficult to approach than usual.
"You heard—"
"I heard."
The golden light in his palm exploded, and it instantly turned into a long sword with blown hair and broken hair. Murong Chuyi frowned, raised his hand without saying nonsense, and instantly a ray of sword energy shone down on Mo Xi.
However, Mo Xi opened the barrier and blocked it.
The golden sword light collided with the red barrier, and as the sparks burst, Mo Xi looked at him and said, "Murong, I didn't come to fight you, and I'm not the one standing beside Yue Juntian. If I were, there would be no need for me to appear before your eyes."
Murong Chuyi missed a hit, fluffed his sleeves and retracted his attack, holding his sword in front of him, his expression full of caution.
"Then what are you doing?" Murong Chuyi narrowed her phoenix eyes dangerously, "Pray for Yue Juntian?"
"You should know that I have always been at odds with him."
"… "
"He's been with me for so many years. I've never formed a party with him, never had a personal relationship with him, and never even said a few words. You won't be clear about this."
Murong Chuyi didn't say a word, but the hissing spirit current flowing from the sword was somewhat extinguished.
After a while, Murong Chuyi pulled his sword behind him, but his expression was still tense. He stared at Mo Xi and said, "Yue Juntian is incoherent, the fish and meat have been sealed off for so many years, and other people's homes have been destroyed. He liquidates."
Mo Xi nodded and said, "If I were you, I would think so too."
Murong Chuyi said, "Then why are you blocking my way?"
Mo Xi asked: "If you don't stop you, you will immediately go to Master Yue Juntianxing to ask the guilt and kill the enemy?"
Murong Chuyi said sternly, "Can't you?"
"You have avenged your personal revenge like this, whether it's your mother or your grandfather, what kind of justice can you get? Murong, you know that the most important thing to do is to report this matter to the emperor. Yue Juntian's selfish desire to hurt the people of the fiefdom is already a matter of fact. Losing virtue, concealing it afterwards, and deceiving the monarch. Those are two serious crimes, and the monarch will not condone it."
Murong Chuyi stared at him with red eyes: "What will happen if you don't condone and appease him. Will he be sentenced to death? Kill him? No way. He will only be punished without any pain, and he will be deeply indebted from now on. The revenge is written off. You think I can't think of it."
"Besides, don't tell me that Your Majesty will deal with the law according to the law," Murong Chuyi said coldly, "When Yue Juntian raped my biological mother, where was the law? When he killed my family, the law was there. Where? He does this without the slightest bit of law, and when it comes to me, I have to follow the rules, don't I?"
Mo Xi looked at him and said after a while, "Okay."
"If you don't want to listen to me and insist on going to take revenge with your hands, go ahead." He said and stepped aside, "I won't stop you."
"… "
"But Murong, have you ever thought about the consequences of what you do?"
"Yue Juntian is dead, and your revenge is revenge. But you will also be sentenced to death. You may feel that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice something, but what about Yue Chenqing?"
"For Yue Chenqing, no matter how disgusting Yue Juntian is, it is his father. And you have always been the fourth uncle he admired. You killed his father, and then you were imprisoned for this reason. , Qiuhou asked Zhan. What do you think Yue Chenqing will look like?"
Murong Chuyi's eyes dimmed slightly, and after a long time, he said in a low voice, "I have never regarded Yue Chenqing as my nephew. Whether he is happy or painful, has nothing to do with me."
"Really. So ruthless." Mo Xi said, "Then why are you risking your own life to save his life when you are on Bat Island?"
"I-"
Mo Xi said: "You and Yue Juntian have ended your personal feud, and the Yue family has collapsed, and Yue Chenqing's life will never be easier. What's more..."
He paused.
"Besides Yue Chenqing, there is another person who doesn't want you to lick blood with the tip of your knife."
"You mean the surviving child of the Chu family back then?" Murong Chuyi raised his eyes and said, "Then you are wrong. He has a wife and son and lives peacefully. I have no intention of breaking his life. Whether he licks blood or not, and kills Yue Juntian, has nothing to do with him."
"No." Mo Xi said, "I'm talking about another person."
"..." Murong Chuyi looked at him slightly puzzled.
Mo Xi glanced at the tombstone and said, "Senior Chu Lian's younger sister was rescued by Xianwang Shu Jun back then. Although she is no longer here, she left a child in this world. That is your cousin."
Murong Chuyi was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't swallow the meaning of those words all of a sudden, but when he reacted, his phoenix eyes widened slightly.
"You should have heard of the old news that Xian Wangshu once fell in love with a girl from Lin'an, but was embarrassed by Yue Juntian's repeated performances, and finally had to dispel the old news. That girl is Senior Chu Lian's younger sister."
Murong Chuyi said in disbelief, "She and Xian Wangshu... have a child?"
"Yes." Mo Xi said, "Actually, after knowing the cause and effect, it's not difficult to figure out why Yue Juntian tried so hard to slander her identity, so that Xian Wangshu couldn't marry her. Because at the beginning, although senior Chu Lian gave her younger sister the service Wangyousan, but the effect of Wangyousan is not necessarily permanent. Yue Juntian is afraid that one day, Chu Lian's sister will regain her memory and will make everything public. At that time, there is Xianwangshu's backing, he wants to do It won't be so easy to get away with anything."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
"Senior Chu Lian's younger sister, her child... Your brother, he is just like you. For thirty years alone... Mr. Murong, he needs you."
"He wants to recognize you too."
Under the moonlight, the face of this man, who was always full of vigor and splendor, was as white as a piece of paper, and even his thin lips could not see any blood.
Murong Chuyi said, "How do you know..."
"It's hard to say, but please believe that I never lied to you. Because his shoulders are the same as yours, and the marks on this monument are the same. They all have the same lotus petal marks."
Murong Chuyi's face was extremely pale, and after a while he said, "...Who is he? Murong Lian?"
"No, it's Gu Mang."
"!" Si Lu moved lightly, couldn't help but take a step back, Murong Chuyi said, "He? He... how... how..."
Mo Xi said: "He is not a traitor, nor is he a villain. It's just that the reasons are extremely difficult to explain, and now the black demon aura on him is getting heavier and heavier. If he is hit by a collapse again, I am afraid that he will lose his mind and become completely alienated. I will accompany him. By his side, although you can support him, you are his blood relative, and there are some things you can give that I am destined to not give."
Murong Chuyi's eyes moved lightly, as if he was suppressing some kind of worry that made him feel like he was breaking, his eyes were extremely complicated.
After a while he said, "Did he also come to Lin'an with you?"
"Yes." Mo Xi said, "...If you are willing to recognize him, he will be very happy."
"Murong, Gu Mang is different from anyone else. If you think others don't need you, I can't say anything. But he does."
"Thirty years... You let him call you brother."
Murong Chuyi closed his phoenix eyes abruptly, and after a while, he raised his head and said hoarsely: "Xihe-Jun, I have always...don't like to be too intimate with people, let alone my relatives. Not to mention the hatred of Yue Juntian... "
Mo Xi said, "So you'd rather lose your brother than report your personal grudge thirty years ago in your own way?"
Murong Chuyi pursed her lips and said nothing.
After a long time, he finally relaxed: "I can meet him."
"But tomorrow, everyone in the Yue family will go to the Huntian Cave to offer sacrifices. I can only meet him the day after tomorrow."
Mo Xi felt slightly relieved, and said, "Okay. I'll go talk to him."
Seeing that Murong Chuyi didn't push back, Mo Xi asked again, "That Yue Juntian..."
"Don't worry." Murong Chuyi lowered her eyes and said after a while, "The matter of Yue Juntian... Anyway, I will deal with it after meeting with Gu Mang."