[Postscript No. 1, the first construction of the school palace]
Chonghua's first academy to accommodate many disciples of self-cultivation was completed in Linyi and named Wangshu Palace.
The academy is furnished in the style of Shu Jun and Murong Lian, with flying flowers and spirit butterflies all day long, curved corridor rounds, and lazy curtains fluttering gently everywhere. Looking down from a high place, this place has half a seat. Qingshan's Academy is like being in a cloud of smoke, and it is like a fantasy wafting out of a smoking gun.
Murong Lian, the master of the school palace, has a strange temperament and a temperamental temperament. When the school palace is being built, he likes to run into the palace when he has nothing to do, pointing at this, and gesturing with that.
"Aletai build a smaller one for me! Why is it so big? I believe I don't have many people who like Lexiu, yes, yes, listen to me, make the Araldea smaller and expand the illusion table."
The foreman even panicked: "Wang Shu-jun, there is a hill next to the illusion table, and it can't be expanded any more."
"What are you afraid of? Explosion."
“… There is a hill next to the hill.”
"Fry again!"
"There is a small village next to the hill next to the hill."
"Then- oh no, this can't be bombed." Murong Lian impatiently pulled the blueprint over to look at it with a pretentious look, and finally said, "Okay, that's it, the illusion table is only this big for the time being. , that's ok."
Foreman: "… "
Can you read the drawing even if you take it down? ?
Mo Xi was very contemptuous of Murong Lian's actions.
When he first entered the academy, he thought that he would immediately see a bright future in which the students will be able to teach and teach, and that he could immediately feel the responsibility and joy of facing the eyes of those who seek knowledge.
Unexpectedly, he followed Murong Lian to stand on the top of the hill to watch the craftsmen work for a day, and also listened to Murong Lian's unbelievable requests.
"The main palace is to be built in a unique style. It can't be duplicated with the Imperial Capital Academy at all, and it can't even duplicate the style of bricks and tiles."
"The garden should be unique, large, and curved, so that the disciples of the school can talk about love, right, right, young people should do this, remember to use a little more Paulownia flowers, it's beautiful."
"Remember to reserve a place to hang the curtain. I want you to build a wind and rain corridor connecting the nine halls. The reason? No reason, I don't like the sun."
Gu Mang was obviously speechless when he heard it.
"Have you counted the money? Is it enough?"
"What are you afraid of?" Murong Lian said, "It's not enough to ask Mengze what he wants, he wants me to be extravagant and wasteful, so as to make him wise and simple. You believe me, I can't be a king, but let them be a king under the king. Rest assured, my lord, I can't be better at it."
After speaking, he took another puff, but before the second puff, the cigarette rod was taken away by Gu Mang.
Gu Mang put the smoking gun behind his back and smiled at him: "It was agreed that ten mouths a day, today's amount has already arrived, and I can't smoke any more."
Murong Lian: "..."
"Mo Xi, bring the fruit."
Mo Xi glanced at Murong Lian, who had a painful and tangled face, and took a packet of candied fruit from the Qiankun bag. It was sent by Jiang Fuli, and it had the effect of suppressing Fusheng Ruomeng's addiction. He handed the candied fruit to Gu. in hands. Gu Mang smiled, and without saying a word, smashed Murong Lian's head and stuffed the fruit in it.
Murong Lian pouted angrily, "This is too unpalatable!"
"Longevity and longevity, longevity and longevity." Gu Mang said to him with a smile, "Palace Master, you should take care of yourself."
Murong Lian said angrily, "Go away!"
The school was built day by day like this, like a dream of the three of them before.
For Murong Lian, this academy finally fulfilled his childhood dream of being able to decide everything by himself, where everyone's preferences can be respected, and he can choose a path he wants to take.
For Mo Xi, from then on, he and Gu Mang had a legitimate new identity, their common home, and the future they had dreamed of together in those years when they were arrogant.
For Gu Mang, Wangshu Academy may mean more.
A long time ago, when he was still very young, he and Mo Xi were walking on the long embankment at dusk. He broke off a piece of dog's tail grass and brushed across the flower fields in the countryside. At that time, he silently accepted the favor of the young Mo Xi to him, and with a hint of lowly extravagance, he delusionally imagined that maybe one day in the future, the two of them who had such a disparity in status would finally be able to stay together.
A long time ago, he and Lu Zhanxing were laughing and sitting by the bonfire drinking a pot of kumiss, chatting with Lu Zhanxing from all over the world, with a fire in his chest, hoping that this fire could start a prairie fire and burn the world away. grass and thorns.
A long time ago, when he was still a small slave in Wangshu Mansion, he had a burning dream, hoping that one day everyone, regardless of their background, could get justice.
He had hoped that every drop of heroic blood could be respected and every flower seed could sprout.
Now, they finally have this fertile ground.
[Postscript Part 2: Starry Night Drinking]
In the second year after Mo Xi and Gu Mang remained anonymous, the Wangshu Academy was finally completed.
On this day, Gu Mang was having a drink under the night sky when he heard the sound of his robe hunting, and the familiar low voice said from behind him:
"It's late at night, why are you sitting here?"
Gu Mang turned his head and saw that Mo Xi leaped lightly, floating like a kite, stepping on the black roof tiles.
This is the tallest building in Wangshu Academy, called Wangyue Pagoda. Gu Mang likes to sit here when he has nothing to do. In the past two years, they have watched the Cultivation Academy rise from the ground, like a beauty putting on makeup, and slowly they have developed detailed eyebrows and delicate details, slowly becoming the appearance on the drawing, and their hearts have become more and more peaceful. .
Linyi was very far from the emperor. Although there were rumors about disputes between the royal family from time to time, when it was passed into their ears, it was as light as the moon sprinkled in front of the window and the wind blowing into the ears.
The smell of blood and blood can still be smelled, but it has nothing to do with them.
The affairs of the imperial capital are like a dream behind a curtain. The high sky and the moonlit night illuminate the land of Kyushu. The other side of the dream is royal power and wealth, and the other side of the dream is the Chaimi family.
Gu Mang sat on the tile, with a hot pot of pear blossom beside him, when he saw Mo Xi coming, he smiled and poured a pot for him, and said, "The Academy will be officially opened the day after tomorrow, I'm thinking. , By that time, I don't know what kind of lively scene it will be here. Hehe, I'm really looking forward to it."
Mo Xi walked up to him, draped the cold clothes he brought over his shoulders, and sat down beside him.
He and Gu Mang overlooked the magnificent Wangshu Academy below, Gu Mang held his cheeks and said, "Actually, I'm sitting here, no matter how many times I look down, I still find it funny, Brother Lian is really extravagant and wasteful, I'm afraid Meng Ze is going to hate him to death, I heard that Meng Ze cut the cost of the palace in order to lead by example, and even no longer uses the better incense, but my brother-"
"But I wish that even the floor tiles of the academy were made of gold."
Gu Mang laughed loudly: "It's not that exaggerated, but..." He paused, his long soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and watched Mo Xi tenderly under the bright moonlight, "You finally learned to joke. "
Mo Xi was a little embarrassed to see him, but he was very moved, so he leaned down and kissed him, and quickly turned his face away, looking at Fuhui Xingkong and the water pavilion under the tower.
That serious look, as if it wasn't him who kissed Gu Mang just now.
It's just that his fair face is a little red, and his face is always thin.
Gu Mang looked at him and sighed in his heart, no matter how many years have passed and how many things have gone through, his junior brother Mo is always so boring and cute, as if he is cooking a wad of sweet honey in his heart, but he hides it and refuses to let it go. People know, don't want people to see more.
No matter how long it took, he could always see the silhouette of the handsome young man in the Chonghua Academy from Mo Xi. Sitting alone under the tree, he nibbled the white rice dumplings in a gentle manner. The back of his neck oozes finely, the breeze blows his broken bangs, he turns his head, his eyes are as pure as the morning light.
The more Gu Mang looked, the more he liked it. He stretched out and said, "Mo Xi."
"Um?"
"I want to count the stars."
It was obviously not the first time that such a conversation had happened in the past two years. Mo Xi raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said, "Lie down."
Gu Mang was lying on the tiled roof, with Mo Xi's legs resting on the back of his head, looking up at the stars and the splendid Milky Way. Gu Mang stretched out his hand and felt the night wind flowing through his fingers like a ribbon. He counted the splendid night stars: "One, two, three..."
There were rumors that after the hero's soul passed away, there would be an extra star in the sky.
He was counting the seventy thousand that belonged to him, and to this day, he still remembers their names.
Mo Xi quietly accompanied him, listening to his gentle voice, he clicked on numbers that were not just numbers, where in the world might have been reincarnated heroes, those brothers who used to walk side by side with them, those from Lu Zhanxing. People... Maybe one day they will come back to them.
Perhaps he will become a new disciple of Wangshu Academy in a certain year, returning from the dim past to the good times of today.
In the middle of the night, it was cold and cold, and the Lihuabai brought by Gu Mang had almost drank. Gu Mang became drowsy and gradually fell asleep.
Mo Xi lowered his head and stared at his sleeping face. Until now, Gu Mang finally stopped frowning when he fell asleep, and no longer had any trace of fear. He was just still mumbling, apparently in his dream, he still remembered to keep going. Count down the stars.
"Let's continue counting later." Mo Xi said to him gently, "Tomorrow, I have to prepare some utensils opened by the school, and I will take you back."
Gu Mang answered vaguely, but then said vaguely: "… cousin… Zhan Xing… "
Mo Xi's eyes were slightly mournful, and then he was covered with endless tenderness. He cleaned up the pear-white wine jar for Gu Mang, looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and said, "They will look at you, It will definitely come back to you."
Soon more than a thousand disciples will enter the palace, going back and forth every year. Perhaps among them, there are reincarnated old people, Paoze, and reluctant brothers
This time, no matter what kind of background, no matter how noble or poor, they can be treated fairly and taught patiently.
This is what you exchanged for your blood and tears in the past.
will you come back
will you see...
It was getting deeper into the night, Gu Mang was fast asleep, Mo Xi couldn't bear to wake him up, so he got up and picked him up carefully. The evening wind was blowing on his robes, he jumped down from the pagoda with ease, and the people in his arms were vague. Feeling the movement, he subconsciously leaned into Mo Xi's warm embrace, and he settled down.
In the narrow world, he and him turned into a tiny phantom, and he took him home.
[Postscript 3, record the founding of a business]
The day before the official opening of the Academy, in Wangshu's mansion, Murong Lian, Mo Xi, and Gu Mang gathered together to discuss one thing seriously—
name.
Needless to say, Murong Lian was naturally the Palace Master Wang Shu, and the key was Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
It is inconvenient for these two to show their former identities in front of others. Fortunately, the Disguise Technique is not difficult for Mo Xi and Gu Mang, but it is debatable how to call them.
After discussion and discussion, Murong Lian unilaterally decided that after becoming the elder of the school, Mo Xi would be called Dongjun Yaoling, and Gu Mang would be called Elder Qingguang.
Gu Mang was very satisfied with his current life, and he was also very satisfied with this nickname.
The only person who is dissatisfied is probably Mo Xi.
"Why is he called Qingguang?" Mo Xi squinted his eyes and folded his arms, looking down at Murong Lian, "Qingguang is another name for Wangshu, what do you mean?"
Murong Lian sneered: "Otherwise, what's the name? Find another name for Xihe? Elder Chiwu?"
Gu Mang shook his head again and again: "...This is too ugly, I still vote for it."
Mo Xi suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't believe Gu Mang's betrayal: "Gu Mang, you!"
Murong Lian was very satisfied and stretched out his hand to embrace Gu Mang's shoulder: "Oh, he is my younger brother. If he didn't take his name after me, could he follow you?"
Gu Mang was very pertinent: "That's not true, I just think Qingguang sounds better than Chiwu."
Mo Xi was so angry that he went back to read the books, trying to find a more elegant Xihe nickname, but no matter how he turned it, Wang Shu was always better, so he had to give up.
At 90:00 on the second day, the sky was full of light, it was clear and mighty, and the clouds were bright.
Wangshu Academy slowly opened the heavy door with the sun, moon and stars carved in the grand and solemn sound of the bell. Murong Lian stood on the red and gold reception building, wearing a flowing sapphire blue dress, overlooking the entrance to the Academy. young disciples. Beside him, Mo Xi and Gu Mang stood side by side, the fresh morning breeze blowing on their faces, they were like the elders who taught their spells in the former imperial palace, welcoming those new lives and splendid sparks.
"So small." Gu Mang rolled his eyes and laughed. The youngest child who greeted the downstairs was only seven or eight years old. At first glance, many of them were born in poverty. He walked in and looked at everything here with curiosity and anticipation like a small beast who had just entered the forest.
They are like small carps pouring in from all over the world, and they converge in this hard-won golden pond.
There are no strict hierarchies and rules, there are many children, young and old, walking around, something cute and ridiculous - one person stepped on another person's shoes, and the other person was too nervous to notice Unexpectedly, he continued to walk forward solemnly with a small face and a bare foot.
There was a young disciple walking around, looking left and right for a while, his face became more and more panic, suddenly he burst into tears, and everyone went to see him: "Wow! Brother! Where are you, brother? I can't find it. it's your turn!"
"Brother Song, your brother was forgotten by you..."
In the midst of a burst of laughter, the elder brother returned with embarrassment blushing to find the younger brother who was standing where he was crying.
Seeing that there was another child chasing another child in the crowd, Mo Xi roared, "Nangong! Nangong! Wait for me!" He ran so fast that he suddenly fell into a somersault.
Mo Xi: "..."
Gu Mang burst into laughter and turned to look at his lover and brother. The faces of those two were not as relaxed as his. Obviously, he had some doubts about whether this kind of open-ended teaching would really go smoothly. Seeing the stiff expressions of the two of them, Gu Mang couldn't help laughing even more, hahaha.
"The road is long and the road is long."
Murong Lian brushed her sleeves and gritted her teeth, "It's up to you to take care of the discipline in the future, these are all a bunch of idiots."
"I take care of me!" Gu Mang didn't care, he raised his hand with a positive smile.
Mo Xi, however, glanced at him, and said in a single sentence: "Forget it, you don't care, these disciples will be even more difficult to deal with after a year."
Gu Mang: "…"
Between the whispers, the rising sun is rising, and the golden tiles of Wangshu Xue Palace are continuous, and everything is brilliant. The three of them watched as more and more disciples downstairs, led by the introductory monks, walked to the large campus where the yin and yang totems were painted in the school palace, ready to wait there for a new beginning of their lives.
The bells of the corner tower rang eighteen times, each one representing the six elements, the six arts, and the six virtues.
At the end of the last sound, Murong Lian snorted, flaunting her sapphire blue clothes, and swept away lightly, jumping over the roof ridge and terrace from the screams of the young disciples, and landed lightly in front of the main hall of the school grounds. A sigh of envy.
Mo Xi: "..."
Gu Mang shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "It's still the same Murong Lian, it hasn't changed."
Mo Xi said to him, "Let's go too."
"it is good."
The two looked at each other, joined hands with Guangxiu, and walked down the long steps of the building in the dazzling morning light step by step, heading towards their future.
The reversal stone pendant attached to the front of Gu Mang's clothes had lost its luster and had completed its mission, and it had no effect of reversing anything.
But it was a token of their experience of life and death, witnessing the blue and yellow springs, life and death inseparable, and the happiness that finally belongs to them.
When the morning light shines, the black spar exudes a lustrous radiance, shining brightly on his clothes.
Dark and bright.
It was like Gu Mang's black eyes that finally returned to their original appearance.
It had experienced the deepest darkness, and now—
It is the brightest light in the world.
The author has something to say: I edited the previous chapter, which is the ending chapter, but unfortunately, the ending set in the original Chuanshu was that the two people in the book sacrificed. Mo Xi returned to the real world before Chuanshu, and found that although the book had passed It had been so long, but the reality was still the day when he wore the book, Gu Mang was still lying in the operating room. But after experiencing the world in the book, Mo Xi already understood that Gu Mang was not a HSH criminal, but an undercover policeman who could no longer prove his identity. He rushed to the hospital, thinking that Gu Mang could not be rehabilitated with empty words, but Director Jiang made Hsh's undercover police officer Meng (Mengze prototype) tell the truth, and Gu Mang was able to restore his identity as a police officer.
After recovering from the surgery, Gu Mang and Mo Xi came to the Martyrs Cemetery to bury another undercover Lu Zhanxing, who was stigmatized by sacrifice during the mission. He threw it to his netizen Jinjiang Thirteen Liu, a writer of hand-picked buns, and re-posted it. The poor working man Caibao Chicai just finished writing "Er Ha", so he combined Erha's worldview thousands of years ago, rebuilt "Forbidden Book" and threw it to Jin Zong, working for gays to revise the text.
There was a temporary line-touching problem before the opening of the article. When revising the outline, I think it should be no problem to change it to pure ancient, but the assumption is that it is still weird when it comes to the resurrection at the end. It is still too difficult to force the outline qaq, you say That's right~~ I overestimated my ability to change the outline = = I'm sorry! ! ! Harmful! Lie down and be beaten! I have been thinking about how to improve it a little these days, so I revised the ending again. Although... it is still weird = = (dbq!) But it seems... slightly better... Harm, no matter what it is, it is strange--because the original design In this book, the world has to be sacrificed... But I still tried my best to polish the color again! ! If you are interested, you can go forward and read the ending chapter, the system should have been replaced~~ and then throw a postscript of the school~~~
ps. The first draft of the book is opened separately, it is not opened in the VIP fee, if you want to find it, poke into the column to find "Easter Egg", and you will find it~~
Then ps. It is impossible to open the new article so fast to learn from the experience, and I don’t know whether to open the current delay or the ancient delay. Before opening, I will carefully ask the editor if the editor is on the line. If you are interested, you can poke the advance receipt of the ancient delay or the current delay. ~But it is estimated that it will take a long time to prepare before opening~~
Anyway, thank you for your comments and encouragement, boo boo! Grateful!