When Gu Mang heard that he really had a cousin, he would come to see him the day after tomorrow, and he couldn't help but be surprised and surprised.
After his sanity was damaged, he rarely showed such obvious joy, so that he seemed to be in good spirits.
Throughout the day, he asked Mo Xi from time to time: "Mo Xi, what kind of person is my cousin?"
Mo Xi planned to give him more expectations, but he didn't want to talk too much, so he just said, "You'll know when you see it."
"Oh… "
After sitting in the guest room of the inn and playing with the bamboo dragonfly for a while, he turned his head and asked, "Then I met him, what should I say to him?"
"You can say whatever you want, there are no rules."
"Then what will you say when you see your cousin?"
"...I don't have a cousin." Mo Xi put down the scroll in his hand, looked at Gu Mang's wide blue eyes, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, he is your brother, not your enemy."
Gu Mang looked relieved. But after a while, he looked at his clothes, ran to the bronze mirror to take a closer look at his appearance, and then ran back to Mo Xi's side, pulling on Mo Xi's sleeve: "Clothes."
"Um?"
"I want to change into new clothes. My cousin will be happy to see this."
Mo Xi almost laughed: "Are you going to propose marriage?"
"What is a marriage proposal?"
"...I'm just kidding." Mo Xi stood up and said to Gu Mang, "You have a good rest in the inn. The inn has my defensive barrier, so it's safe. I'll go buy you a new set of clothes and come back. "
Gu Mang nodded repeatedly.
It wasn't difficult to pick clothes for Gu Mang. Mo Xi knew exactly what his waist size was. After a while, he picked up a paper package from the best clothing store in Lin'an.
Back at the inn, he handed the paper bag to Gu Mang and said, "Go and change it, do you like it?"
The robe is pure white, embroidered with shadowy cloud patterns with snow silkworm ice silk. The style is simple and elegant. Gu Mang has always been good at close combat. He used to like to wear narrow-sleeved strong suits, but later he became a prisoner, and he has no good clothes all day long. He has never worn such a wide robe with flowing sleeves and flowing silver warlock robes.
He stepped out from behind the screen cautiously, lest he would bump into the hem of his clothes. Then he stood still in front of Mo Xi, his blue eyes filled with unease.
"It feels… kind of weird."
He still had his hair in a loose bun, and his soft black hair fell on his cheeks, which made his skin very white, and his eyes were clear. After changing into such a piece of clothing, it is indeed possible to see some similarities between him and Murong Chuyi's silhouette.
Mo Xi said gently, "It's beautiful, you're just not used to it."
Gu Mang was a little surprised: "Really? It looks good?"
"Yeah." Mo Xi smiled, "Just dress and get used to it."
Gu Mang nodded happily, but it didn't take long for him to think of something again, so he ran behind the screen and changed out the snow jacket, holding it in both hands.
"What's wrong?" Mo Xi was slightly surprised, "Don't you like it?"
Gu Mang said, "It will get dirty." He said, carefully folded his clothes, raised the brown oiled paper on the table, suddenly fanned his eyelashes and blew it carefully, then wrapped it up again, solemnly I patted it, "I'll wear it the day after tomorrow."
Although the breath of magic had infested his mind, the desire for family love seemed to be engraved into his bones, and it was there all the time.
Mo Xi watched him put the paper bag with clothes on the head of the bed, and after a while, he simply hid it under the pillow. After a while, he turned it out and took a sneak peek again, and reached out his hand to touch the fabric carefully, showing an expression of uncertainty and anticipation.
After busying around this oil paper bag all night, all the bamboo and dragonfly gadgets I bought earlier fell out of favor. Even when it was time to sleep, Gu Mang couldn't let go of his heart, so he asked in a low voice after a while:
"Mo Xi, does cousin also wear such clothes?"
"Well. He likes this the most."
"Mo Xi, cousin, does he look good?"
"Since it's your cousin, how can it be ugly?"
"Mo Xi, tomorrow is the day after tomorrow, and I have to wait another day. Can't I see him tomorrow?"
"He has a little bit of his own business to deal with tomorrow, and when he has dealt with it, he can come over in peace."
"Okay, then let him handle it well, don't worry."
"Um."
"Ink extinguished..."
After asking these questions, his voice gradually weakened. Gu Mang still seemed to want to discuss more things related to his brother, but he was really sleepy, yawned, and finally called Mo Xi's name in a mutter , before it was too late to say anything, he fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, Gu Mang was still curled up in the bed, but Mo Xi woke up early. The busiest time in a city is the morning market and the night market. Mo Xi planned to inquire about the legends about the technique of rebirth, but after asking around, those city residents were not very interested in cultivating, and they knew very well which green vegetable tofu. The freshest and cheapest, but I don't know what is the big cultivator hermit near Lin'an City.
Mo Xi was not surprised by this result. If the Great Hermit was so easy to inquire about, he wouldn't be called a Hermit.
The art of rebirth has no features, but was told by the enthusiastic old lady which breakfast is the best, Mo Xi went away, and the shop was surrounded by a group of people on the third and third floors.
He picked a corner seat and sat down, and said to the running hall with the white sweat towel on his shoulders: "You have a special breakfast here, please have one of each."
Paotang said vigorously: "Good Le!"
It sounds like Mo Xi's way of ordering food is wasteful, but it's not. There are only a few fancy styles to shop early, and it's not too much for an adult man to do all of them. The cooking was done quickly, and after a while, the dishes were brought in one after another - the fresh meat wonton soup with thin fillings, the shrimp meat and the simmered wheat were tender and full, the sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings were soft and sweet, the eel soup noodles were smooth and rich, and the crispy fish Browned and crispy, dipped in vinegar, the acetic acid dissolves the greasy and makes the fish taste even better. And the deep-fried juniper made in Lin'an City, the snow-white dough as thin as a cicada's wings is wrapped with two fried dough sticks, flattened on a small oven, sandwiched with green onions, smeared with thick sweet noodle sauce, and the oil cakes are crispy when you bite into it. , the noodle sauce is sweet.
After Mo Xi tasted them one by one, according to Jiaomang's taste, he ordered a few more copies for the store to put them in bowls and take them away.
While waiting while drinking noodle soup, I suddenly heard a table of townspeople discussing the affairs of the Yue family while they were eating.
A woman said: "This morning, Yue Juntian led a group of people up and down the Yue family to the Huntian Cave on the outskirts of the city, oh, I just came back from picking fresh wild vegetables from outside the city, and I bumped into his house at the gate of the city. The guard of honor has frightened me."
The mud-footed man next to her laughed at her: "What are you afraid of, are you afraid that Master Yue will catch you to be a daughter-in-law? Master Yue is looking at your face, you are a milf, and people don't look down on you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid ."
The woman was furious: "What's wrong with the old lady? The old lady is a milf, and the charm is still there! Eat your noodles! Don't be poor here!"
Another man at the same table smiled and said, "But I heard that Yue Juntian's body has not been as good as each year.
"Yeah," said the woman, "you didn't see him, his face was sallow and sallow, just like someone who was turned over from the coffin board. Oh, but his two sons are handsome, but unfortunately one is lame."
"You mean Jiang Yexue? Is he here too?"
"No, since he was expelled from the house, he can only travel with the Yue family at this time. After all, it is a sacrifice to Huntian Cave."
There was also a foreigner at their table who didn't know much about Lin'an and Yuefu. When they were chatting just now, he didn't say a word, but this time he couldn't help being curious and swallowed the soup noodles. , asked: "Big brother, big sister, what place is this Huntian Cave...?"
The woman explained enthusiastically, "It's a corpse pile."
The mud-legged man added: "It should be said that it is the seal of resentment."
The outsider's eyes widened and he was very surprised: "Ah... Resentful spirit?"
"Yeah. This is an old legend of our Lin'an City. When Chonghua first established his country, Lin'an was not in the territory, but in the hands of the barbarians. At that time, the barbarians practiced evil methods and brought Lin'an to the ground. Most of the people in the city are imprisoned in a cave, and they want to kill them and turn them into ghost soldiers."
"But the barbarians have such ambitions, but they don't have such ability. They killed tens of thousands of people, the corpses piled up in the caves, and the blood flowed into pools. Those who died in vain were indeed resentful. They are not under the control of the barbarians at all, but they devour them, and then come out to wander around, killing people everywhere."
The stranger said in amazement, "What about later?"
"Later, Chonghua sent a master refining master at that time, the ancestor of Yue Juntian, to go to Lin'an to suppress the rampage of the Yin soldiers."
"This senior Yue is very smart, he refined the magic weapon to expel the spirits, and finally successfully sealed the ghosts in the blood pool of the cave, and he made a blood pact with them, so that these resentful spirits are willing to obey the Yue family. The order of descendants from generation to generation. And the cave that seals them is called the Huntian Cave."
The foreigner is not stupid, and immediately said: "It must have been a small price, right?"
"Isn't that true?" The woman said mysteriously, "I tell you, I heard that the head of the Yue family dedicates a large part of his spiritual power to these shadow soldiers every three years, and he can't stop until they abdicate. of."
The foreigner snorted and said worriedly, "Sister, then you just said that Yue Juntian is sick, does he still have the spiritual power to feed these Yin soldiers?"
"It's definitely gone." The woman said, "But I heard that the head of the Yue family can choose blood sacrifices if they have to. It is to use blood to go into the pool and accompany relatives to kneel and worship. This can also temporarily calm the Yin soldiers. Restless."
The outsider was not very comfortable: "How much blood will it take..."
"That's too much." The woman made an exaggerated gesture, "So, this kind of sacrifice must be accompanied by family members, because after Yue Juntian's blood sacrifice, the whole person will be very weak, and he has to ask him Blood relatives gather energy for him, cast spells, etc. Anyway, it's just the gods and gods. Otherwise, if you think Jiang Yexue and him are so stiff, he will allow Jiang Yexue to go to the Huntian Cave with them to worship? Abacus!"
The outsider looked suddenly enlightened, and nodded quickly: "I have been taught, I have been taught. I didn't expect that there are such legends in the Yue family in Lin'an. If I hadn't come here in person, I would have no idea at all."
The mud-legged man waved his hand: "Every king has his own rumors in each fief, although it's not a secret, but no one knows better than the locals. For example, in Lin'an, the most clear is the Yue family's broken pieces. It's just because the king is Yue Juntian."
The foreigner said with great interest, "Then what other rumors can you hear? I'll treat you to breakfast, please tell me more, please?"
These people have always liked to talk about such secrets, even if it is not good, they like to catch people and tell them. Today, they are even more happy when they meet someone who is interested and willing to invite them to dinner, so the people at the table are hot again. A lively conversation started. It was just that Mo Xi sat in the same place, pondering over the details of what they said about the sacrifice in Huantian Cave, and suddenly felt uneasy in his heart.
The Yue family was all concentrated in that cave. And after Yue Juntian's blood sacrifice, his spiritual power will be weakened a lot. Thinking about the truth that Murong Chuyi just learned yesterday more than 30 years ago...
In the cemetery, Murong Chuyi's ice-white face seemed to reappear in front of him.
— "I will meet with Gu Mang after I have finished offering sacrifices to Huantian Cave. Before that, I won't give up on Yue Jun."
Mo Xi suddenly felt that when Murong Chuyi said these words, it might not be entirely sincere.
Just at this moment, a sudden exclamation was heard at the bustling market entrance, and the people rushing to the morning market automatically divided into two groups. A Yue family guard, covered in blood, stumbled in from the east gate. Half of his face was torn, and the bloody flesh hung down, scaring the surrounding women and children into disarray.
The guard dragged his legs and feet in the direction of Yuefu, but he obviously knew that he could not hold it anymore, so when he fell to the ground with a thud, instead of getting up immediately, he moved forward. For a while, he grabbed a passerby who was closest to him, raised his head and said indifferently, "Reverse...reverse..."
The passerby was trembling with fright, the guard stammered when he spoke, and he stammered along with him: "What, what?"
"Reverse... Yue, Yue's family... Huntian Cave... rebelled...!!" As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
Mo Xi stood up abruptly, his face instantly terrifyingly gloomy.