Mo Xi didn't care about his own injury, and as soon as he heard the news, he hurried to the school grounds.
Along the way, Meng Ze's conversation with him just now kept ringing in his ears—
"After Murong Chen's life force shattered the soul box, the power of the blood beasts scattered, and Gu Mang's soul guarding the box was also scattered. It is reasonable to say that when the soul is scattered, it will fly to the four seas of Kyushu, and I don't know where to go. Where, but when we found you from the ruins of the Golden Terrace, we found that it surrounded you, as if there was a trace of consciousness, protecting you from the broken bricks."
Mo Xi couldn't say anything for a long time, and when he finally spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even hear it himself: "... Then... there is another strand of soul? That strand of soul that he made into a key to the soul box, Isn't Murong Lian already ruined?"
"Brother Lian didn't destroy it, he lied to Murong Chen. You think, if Gu Mang created this key just to destroy it, why did Gu Mang create it? Just make the soul box into something that can never be opened. All right."
Mo Xi: "..."
Mengze continued: "But at that time, Murong Chen had lost his mind and the situation was critical, so he naturally didn't hear the loophole in Brother Lian's words, even if you and I didn't react in time - Brother Lian told me later that Gu Mang actually When he handed him the key, what he really entrusted to him was not to destroy the key, but to ask him to find a way to completely destroy the power of the blood beast. The recovery of blood beasts may be forever."
"Gu Shuai has always been cautious in doing things. He knows very well that although the power of blood beasts is sealed, the seal is a seal, not a complete destruction. ... Alas, it's a pity that Brother Lian had doubts about Gu Shuai and did not seriously think of a solution. Later, although the suspicion was gradually dispelled, he had no chance to study it again, and in the end, the power of the blood beasts overflowed."
Murong Mengze closed his eyes and sighed, "Brother Lian doesn't say anything, but I can see that he is also in a bad mood. He is blaming himself."
Mo Xi's head was buzzing, and his state was still very bad. Although he didn't directly kill Murong Chen, his actions had already stepped on the bottom line of the oath of calamity. Although the backlash of the oath did not kill him, it did He was seriously injured, so he was in a coma for seven days after the first battle at the Golden Terrace.
But it seems that with everything related to Gu Mang, even if he is extremely tired and in a state of embarrassment, his mind is always clear. It was as if Gu Mang's scattered soul would linger around him to protect him, the long-term bond had made them form an instinct for each other.
So Mo Xi was only silent for a moment, then he captured the fragments of his memories and came to understand.
"… is a wrench."
Mengze: "What?"
"The key is the wrench on Murong Lian's hand." Mo Xi murmured, "That's why when Zhou He wanted to destroy Gu Mang's consciousness, Murong Lian gave Gu Mang the wrench, because he knew that there was Gu Mang in the wrench. Mang's soul can make Gu Mang support longer. So every time Gu Mang's hound sees Murong Lian, it will be like seeing his master, and he especially likes to smell his hand with the wrench on..."
Mo Xi's lips trembled slightly, and he could no longer speak.
It is so.
He had always felt that his journey with Gu Mang was too painful. When he heard Murong Lian say that Gu Mang's body had been destroyed in the Golden Palace, he actually felt broken. He understood that Gu Mang would never be possible again. Back to health. But he still tried to stop Murong Chen from shattering the soul box. In addition to protecting Chonghua, he also hoped that he could try to keep the soul in the soul box, even if it was destined to be incomplete, it would be better than nothing.
He's always been in such a struggling mentality.
Everything he has experienced over the past 30 years has made him understand that it is too difficult to seek completeness, and broken things are good. He is willing to use his life to paste the broken things back bit by bit. Satisfy him.
But this time, it seemed that it was too difficult for God to pity him, so it gave him an unprecedented reunion—two souls, Gu Mang's two souls are still there, have returned to the body, and have recovered.
Mo Xi was walking on the road to the school grounds, and he walked faster and faster. When he arrived at the training ground and saw the figure standing in the middle of the ten thousand people, his eyes were already filled with darkness.
He seldom weeps because of sadness, but at the moment he is happy.
After all, the leader of the Northern Territory Army has returned. His brother Gu Mang, the complete, flamboyant, invincible, one-man Gu Mang who can bring hope to countless people, is back.
What he never dared to ask for, fate finally took pity on him and gave him the best dream in his life.
No, not a dream.
it is true.
And after the filth was washed away, Gu Mang was finally no longer a traitor, villain, or spy. Instead, he was able to stand in the sun, under the flying scarlet flag of Hunting Hunter, standing on the point of commander's platform, and looking at the commander of the school field with his hands behind his back.
His Senior Brother Gu, who stumbled and smashed his hands and feet, endured pain, humiliation, grief, and parting, and finally returned to the position where he should stand.
Chonghua's first general.
A little cultivator saw Mo Xi standing on the edge of the school ground, and couldn't help but shouted, "Ah, it's Mo Shuai!"
"Mo Shuai is here..."
"Xi Hejun is here!"
The movement is like the wind blowing on the lake surface, until it reaches the front of the point. Gu Mang was talking to Murong Lian when he noticed the turbulence, so he squinted his eyes and looked for the sound against the noon sun and the strong wind on the school ground.
Then, he saw Mo Xi across the sea of people and the light of the sword.
Gu Mang was stunned for a moment, then Zhanyan smiled. Although the black eyes were no longer there, the blue eyes were as clear and clear as when they were young on horseback.
He raised his hand, and under the banner of the Feiyang Army of the Northern Army, he waved hard at Mo Xi.
"Mo Shuai!" he called him, with some childish teasing and brotherly tenderness, "Come up! After sleeping for so long, I'll miss you!"
The Northern Border Army, who had been rectified by Mo Xi for many years, seemed to have seriousness carved into his bones, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Mo Xi suddenly realized that this army had not changed at all. They had been obedient to him for so long. In fact, there was no seriousness in their bones. The publicity and laughter that their Gu Shuai could give them was the soul of the North.
Holding back the tears in his eyes that were about to overflow with joy, he raised his head, thinking that he couldn't let the soldiers see the joke. But when he walked from the crowd divided into two groups to the stage where Gu Mang was standing, he knew that he was still in tears, and he could no longer be serious or cold.
He will be sad, sad, happy, with all the emotions a human being should have.
On this day, the ice and snow melted, and all his sorrows and joys could no longer be concealed, and they were all displayed in front of his soldiers—but to his surprise, no one laughed at him, and those playful and warm smiles gradually faded away. Leaning away, they looked at him intently, as if the barrier that had separated him from them for so long had shattered.
Suddenly, someone shouted without fear of death: "Welcome Xihe-Jun home!"
Everyone was silent, and Mo Xi didn't say a word.
Then Gu Mang smiled, and Gu Mang said on the high platform, "Welcome Mo Shuai home."
Yes, they have homes, not necessarily the eaves of buildings, pavilions and courtyards. They are with this group of people who they have guarded together and who have also guarded them together.
It turned out that from the day the two of them joined the army, they had a family.
Now, whether it's Gu Shuai, Mo Shuai, or Murong Lian, who is leaning on the side with an impatient face but doesn't even plan to leave—
They all went home.
Both the combat readiness planning and the pre-war mobilization went well, how could it not go well, Mo Xi thought as he looked at Gu Mang next to him. Where there is Gu Mang, there is fire, and Gu Shuai can rekindle the silent fire.
It was clear that they were about to face a catastrophe. Their opponent was the blood demon beast that even Palace Master Shen Tang had to use his life to seal a hundred years ago. It was the treacherous and treacherous national teacher whose identity was unknown.
But Gu Mang didn't seem to care, he always had such a victory in front of his robes.
He was born with such a romantic flair, which made the people around him feel that as long as he was there, any difficulties would be overcome, and no matter how difficult the battles were, they could be won.
After the preparation meeting ended, the crowd gradually dispersed, Gu Mang blinked at Mo Xi, and under the gradually drowsy sky, his eyes seemed to be pitch black.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't with you when you woke up."
Mo Xi said, "No. You have been with me all the time." After a pause, he added, "When you were at the Golden Terrace, do you remember that ray of your soul?"
Gu Mang smiled. Mo Xi hadn't seen such a smile for a long time. He was full of energy and rich, and there was a small pointed tiger tooth under his rosy lips.
"...The two of you." Suddenly a hand came in horizontally and shook it twice, "Do you think you are killing me?"
Gu Mang turned his head and met Murong Lian's disgusting face.
Murong Lian was such a person, he was suspicious, ruthless, arrogant, and had high self-esteem. Even now that he already knew that many things he had done were wrong, he still couldn't get rid of his arrogant and arrogant attitude.
It was as if he couldn't quit the floating dream he was forced to drink.
Gu Mang smiled: "What are you doing?"
"Let me tell you something." Murong Lian was still a high-ranking master, but the wandering in Taohua Sanbai's eyes revealed the restlessness in his heart.
"how?"
"Cough. This is for you."
What was handed was a beautifully embroidered blue-gold heroic silk belt. It was the one that Murong Xuan left behind.
Murong Lian's expression was rather unnatural: "Wangshu Mansion will always be mine, and the position of being a family member will always be mine - but this, I thought about it, and reluctantly felt that maybe you would wear it... it would be a little more suitable than me. ."
Gu Mang looked down, under the thick golden afterglow, he couldn't see exactly what his expression was like, and when he finally raised his head, Murong Lian didn't have time to see his face. Gu Mang reached out and hugged him.
"I... rely on it." Murong Lian stretched out her arms stiffly, holding a pipe in her hands, her face full of disgust, like a puppet with broken joints being manipulated into a ridiculous shape.
"You don't expect me to match you with a silk belt by hand." He finally said bluntly.
What responded to him was Gu Mang's laugh: "If you put it on me yourself, your life will be too short, and you will lose your grievances with a smile. I won't care about you for the things you cheated on me in the past."
Murong Lian pushed him away and said angrily, "That's because you were cunning since you were a child, so I can't trust you! This condition should be made by me. If you continue to call my lord, I will reluctantly start covering you."
Gu Mang stroked his neck.
The lock slave ring has been taken away, whether it was the one that looked at the Shu Mansion in the past, or the Xihe Mansion later, there is no longer there.
Gu Mang grinned at Murong Lian and blinked, "Brother Lian."
"..." Murong Lian was furious, and threw the blue gold and heroic silk onto Gu Mang's forehead, turned around and flicked his sleeves, and left cursing.