Gu Mang sat by the window of the inn.
He had already woken up, and when he saw the barrier set up by Mo Xi, he also knew that Mo Xi had gone out temporarily for something. So he wasn't in a hurry at all, just sat there obediently, waiting for someone to come back.
Today, he has been tortured so badly, his senses and emotions are unbearably dull, and he can seldom experience any clear emotions. His joys, sorrows and sorrows seem to have been mixed with water and become very light.
But he looked at the white belly slowly appearing in the sky, thinking that after dawn, it will be the promised day with "brother", he will have a brother and a home, he still can't help showing some happiness With an expression on his face, he was lying by the window, looking eagerly at the red clouds in the sky, and the sun rising little by little on the ground.
He thought about it, got up, and went to take out the white clothes that Mo Xi bought for him.
He felt that his hands and feet were always hairy, and such clean clothes were too easy to get dirty, so although he liked them, he didn't dare to wear them. But today he's going to see his brother, so that must be different.
When Mo Xi came back, it was the time when the sky was about to dawn, and the morning and evening were intertwined.
He pushed open the door, and saw a man standing by the window in a trance, tall and handsome, with long hair tied with jade buttons, and a white robe as white as snow hanging down to the ground. For a moment, his heart pounded heavily, and he wished he could think that everything in the Huntian Cave last night was a dream, and it was Murong Chuyi who was leaning against the window, and Murong Chuyi came to make an appointment.
But no.
Slowly he saw clearly that the person standing there watching him was Gu Mang who had put on new clothes.
Quietly, tamely, expectantly—
Wait for him to bring his brother.
"Mo Xi?" Gu Mang was happy when he saw him coming back, then he saw blood on his clothes, and then he felt dazed. He walked towards him, "What's the matter with you?"
Mo Xi didn't say a word, and in fact he couldn't say anything more.
There were only three people who came back from the fief of Huntian Cave. Except for Xiao Laner who was sent to the hospital for treatment, both he and Yue Chenqing were almost at a loss for words. Yue Chenqing experienced whimpering and howling, and she sat beside the blood pool in a daze. He was probably thinking about what he said and did to Murong Chuyi, how he listened to Jiang Yexue's words and pushed his fourth uncle, who was originally alone, into a colder abyss.
Murong Chuyi did not leave any relics, the only ones that could be counted were probably the broken and damaged bamboo warriors in the cave.
They all obey Yue Chenqing's orders now, because they have lost the person who carved them with his own hands.
However, in Huntian Cave, when Mo Xi accidentally touched one of them, it still shrunk to the size of a palm and lay quietly on the ground, as if to fulfill someone's last wish, waiting for him to bring it back.
Mo Xi took out the little bamboo warrior and handed it to Gu Mang's palm.
Gu Mang was stunned, but he was only dull, not stupid. He's always been empathetic, even if that empathy sometimes only brings him more misery. The room was terribly silent. After a while, Gu Mang asked in a low voice, "He won't come, will he?"
"… "
"Does he… don't like me?"
Mo Xi raised his hand and took him into his arms. He suppressed his grief and said to Gu Mang, "No, he has some things to do, so he has to leave first. He likes you very much, that's why he asked me to take this one. Xiaozhuren gave it to you. When he finishes his business, he will still come back."
"How long will that take?"
"It may be... for a long time..."
"… "
Gu Mang was silent, and after a while, he asked softly, "Mo Xi, why are you crying?"
Why did he cry
The change in the Huantian Cave was only overnight, but it seemed to have turned everything that had been deposited for more than ten years upside down.
Jiang Yexue's generosity and gentleness are false, his love with Qin Mujin is false, Murong Chuyi's selfishness and ruthlessness are false, and the words of your lord are false.
He seems to be living in an interlocking situation. He treats people with sincerity and shows sincerity, but what he gets in exchange is just one mask after another.
He once thought that what he had done for his country and his country was right, and the grievances and grievances were so clearly divided, but after a shocking change, he found that they were just pieces on the chessboard.
How ruthless is your Majesty today, to be able to plot to let Jiang Yexue confuse Lu Zhanxing, lose the lives of 70,000 soldiers, and then earn that Gu Mang has no choice but to obey his orders
Five years as a spy.
Carrying on with sin and bloodshed alone, I can hold on.
Even in order to regain the last piece of the Gorefiend's remnant soul, he once again lost the consciousness of being a human being and missed the opportunity to recognize his brother.
- After paying so much, they hope that the war will subside and Kyushu will be peaceful.
But it turned out to be nothing more than sharpening the sword in his hand for the king.
He just felt infinitely tired.
Because of the sudden change in the Huantian Cave, Mo Xi had no way to stay in Lin'an with Gu Mang to find that hermit overhaul. The Yue family tragedy spread like wildfire, and it quickly spread from Lin'an to the entire Chonghua.
The country shook.
Together with Gu Mang, Mo Xi helped Yue Chenqing clean up and accompany him back to the imperial capital.
The funeral was like a silent absurd drama. The royal family wanted to keep their face, and they could not expose the ugly actions of Yue Juntian. But there are no walls that are not ventilated. In fact, everyone knows what the truth of the matter was. Mourning and caroling are all the more ridiculous.
Mo Xi looked at the altar across the fluttering white flags and the dense crowd of mourners, with the solemn appearance of Junshang Yujiu, his fingernails sinking deep into his palm—
What does this man think of his subjects, his soldiers, and his people
The mass mourning of the Yue family did not last long.
In addition to Yue Chenqing's lack of thought, it was more because Chonghua did have frequent wars with the Liao Kingdom. The emperor here was still worshipping, and there were already people from the military agency waiting to report the border to him. The battle is over.
There was a heavy smell of gunpowder in the wind.
Jiang Yexue was right, the battle between Chonghua and Liaoguo didn't stop because the remnants of the blood beasts were captured by them, but instead became imminent.
At the funeral, people were panicking, and even the most optimistic princes understood that Chonghua and Liao, the battle was imminent.
"I heard that the national master of the Liao Kingdom created a new spell. He used it when he was fighting at the border. The spell is like a plague. It can make all the people in several cities contaminated with demons in just two or three days. gas."
"God, what should I do with this?"
"Hey, I don't know, I heard that both Sishutai and Shennongtai have been thinking about a solution for a long time, I just hope that this idea can be thought of faster, Liaoguo has been constantly marching to the border these days, I am afraid it will be soon. Big fight." The person who spoke had a deadly expression on his face, "If there is no way to resist these demonic qi, who dares to charge into the battle, isn't this a death sentence?"
"Anyway, I will never go to the front line..."
A murmur.
Here is the great pain of the Yue family, but there are several old nobles quietly discussing how to save their lives in the coming war.
Yue Chenqing had no intention of staying in the mausoleum, accepting that those people did not express their sincere condolences. He went back to Yuefu - Yuefu, where so many people died, is now terribly empty. He slowly walked under the porch, and every time he went, thinking of some past events, his heart ached, and he stooped down as if he was out of breath. Go down.
He is still so young, but it seems that all the bones and joints in his body have been corroded overnight, and even walking has become so difficult and stiff.
He came to the door of Murong Chuyi's refining room and stayed for a long time.
This is one of the most difficult places for Chonghua to enter, and requires esoteric techniques and decrees. But Yue Chenqing seemed to be blessed and believed in something. He raised his hand to push the door, and the mecha puppet guarding the door squeaked out of the cassette and asked him, "Who is it?"
That low-pitched voice sounded like a broken jade in Kunshan, but it was the voice that Murong Chuyi left behind during her lifetime.
Yue Chenqing seemed to be hurt by the voice, her chest was so tight that she couldn't say anything. He didn't know what the secret technique and password were. He just bowed down, buried his face in his palms, and choked.
"Fourth uncle."
The whimper turned into a howl. And the puppet just looked at him quietly.
Yue Chenqing knelt down outside the refining room and wept, "Fourth Uncle, I miss you..."
The incantation is definitely not this, but the closed door of the refining room made a dull sound and opened to both sides with a creak. Yue Chenqing stared blankly, stood up slowly, and walked in.
The things in there are a little messy. The owner is a very busy person. The drawings are nailed to the wall, and all kinds of mechas and magic tools are drawn on it. Many of them are just the ideas of Murong Chuyi before his death. to achieve one by one. Yue Chenqing looked at one by one—
Chonghua was greedy, hated, and foolish, and his reputation was so bad that Murong Chuyi locked himself in the refining room to refine things, but they were all things that benefited others.
Wooden armor to fetch water, magic weapon to ward off evil...
These sketches were still piled up on his case, Murong Chuyi was cursed and could not get close to anyone, so all his good intentions for this world were left on these voluminous catalogues.
He probably thought that his life would be very long, and the loneliness was unbearable, but at least he could realize these ideas one by one at his fingertips.
Yue Chenqing turned over the things on his desk, some tenon and mortise, a few round nails, and the detailed joints of the bamboo warrior. Every time he got something, he would look at it carefully for a while, and when he thought about what Murong Chuyi made these for when he was alive, he felt more and more pain in his heart - greed, greed, greed and madness, the most ruthless tool refiner - the window is full of Infamy, worry about the world in the window.
The detailed writings under each drawing made Yue Chenqing choked up and her eyes were wet. Sometimes she had to endure the pain in her heart for a while before she could continue to read it. She understood that this wooden armor was for the convenience of the elderly, and that one This treasure is to protect children comprehensively.
Yue Chenqing even found a stack of King Kong Unbroken Talismans that imitated Yue's handwriting.
He held the stack of talismans in his hands, and suddenly realized that when Li Qingqian was in trouble with the sword, the poor people were in a state of panic and the poor were unable to buy the Yuefu bodyguard, they silently sent the talismans to those poor people. , it's not Jiang Yexue at all, but...
Yue Chenqing held the yellowed papers, as if someone had punched him in the stomach, he bowed and cried bitterly—
It's the fourth uncle.
All along, greed, hatred, and delusion are not him, but precept, concentration, and wisdom.
The gentle person, the broad-minded person, who persisted even when he was forced into a desperate situation, and who achieved a clear conscience... was his fourth uncle, Murong Chuyi...
"Fourth Uncle... Fourth Uncle..."
Yue Chenqing broke down and cried. He trapped himself in this small refining room. The drip in the refining room was still flowing quietly and silently. The ink in the inkstone was not washed, and a lake pen was still on the next to white rice paper.
It was as if Murong Chuyi had just left in a hurry because of something.
The dead are ruthless, this room full of mecha maps does not know that their masters will never come back.