"… "
Mo Xi stood with his arms folded on his chest and his long legs, leaning against the pillar behind Gu Mang: "Do you think a gentleman's wisdom is familiar?"
"Well, I think I've seen him, but I forgot about him."
Mo Xi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Jun Zihui passed away hundreds of years ago. You're probably mistaken."
But Gu Mang was not reconciled. He stared at the portrait and read it back and forth many times, and finally said with certainty, "I must have seen someone similar to him. Do you think he will ascend to immortality, so he has not died?"
"impossible."
"why?"
"Jun Zihui died at the end of his spiritual core damage, and that was also his battle of conferring gods." Mo Xi said, "Since then, Chonghua has never had a second 'hui'."
They are all people who have experienced the pain of the destruction of the spiritual core. Gu Mang subconsciously slammed it and asked, "What is the reason why his spiritual core was destroyed? Is it also because of doing something bad?"
"Jun Zihui has always walked on snow with frost and snow, and behaved like Boyi. If you want to say that he has done something wrong... it's probably because he made an exception to take in a disciple of the school." Mo Xi paused, "He believed in the wrong person."
The man depicted in the small statue is lying in the silken silk attached to the scroll.
Gu Mang murmured, "I believe in the wrong person... But these books are not written?"
"The "Old History of Chonghua" is just a brief history, not about his life, but only about the spells and achievements he created. Naturally, you can't see the name."
"Then can you tell me about these famous halls?" Gu Mang said, he simply turned around from the other side of the bench in the corridor, put his long legs on the bench, and looked at Mo Xi expectantly.
Mo Xi: "...Sit down, don't act like a hooligan."
Gu Mang reluctantly put down his long legs.
There was nothing left or right, Mo Xi thought for a while, and after stroking the context, he told Gu Mang about the past.
"Jun Zihui's name is Shen Tang, and he was once the grand master and national teacher of the Xiuzhen Academy. During the period when he was in charge of the Academy, Chonghua created countless generals and masters, and also created many different techniques. At that time, there was a legend that no matter how poor the aptitude of the disciple, as long as he received the guidance of Palace Master Shen Tang, he could be reborn and achieve something. So people called him 'Dianshicheng Jinjunzihui'."
Gu Mang said, "Didn't everyone ask him to teach?"
"There's no need to ask, Shen Tang has no class, he is the master of the academy, and he pays close attention to every disciple who enters the academy." Mo Xi paused, "even including the servants of the academy."
Mo Xi continued: "At that time, there was a little slave in the Xiuzhen Academy, who was unwilling to bow his head to others, and longed to have the ability to call the rain and wind like a cultivator, so every time Shen Tang lectured on the altar, he would use it to clean up. In the name of the seat, I lingered beside the Xingtan and listened."
"Ah... so blatant, don't they drive him away?"
"Other elders may, but Shen Tang won't." Mo Xi said, "That slave also knew that Palace Master Shen was kind to others, so he listened to his lectures. And his mind is very smart, Shen Tang told his disciples. If so, he can almost memorize it verbatim."
Gu Mang raised his hand and said, "I see! Then that little slave practiced secretly on his own, became a very powerful person, and fought with Princess Haitang—"
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, and a rare dazed expression appeared on his normally stern face: "With whom?"
"That amazing princess like Mengze, Princess Haitang."
"... It's Palace Master Shen Tang. And the Palace Master of Xue Gong and Princess Mengze don't mean the same thing."
Gu Mang said, "Well, it sounds the same anyway, so let's go to Princess Shen Tang."
The corners of Mo Xi's mouth twitched slightly. When Senior Brother Gu teased him, he always liked to call him Her Royal Highness the Princess. This guy's hobby of calling other men princesses has not changed until now.
Mo Xi raised his hand with a headache, and rubbed his slender, wide and slender fingers against his forehead. He didn't want to discuss the princess with Gu Mang, so he calmed down for a while, and then said, "You guessed right in the first half, that slave is indeed there. Cultivating secretly by myself, but things are not that easy. The formation of a spiritual nucleus is a dangerous process. The stronger the spiritual nucleus talent is, the greater the cultivator will suffer. The slave did not expect his potential to be so amazing, and he started At the very beginning, the nubile nucleus went out of control, causing the school house to burst into flames, and the matter of his stealing spells was revealed, and he was sent to Palace Master Shen Tang."
Gu Mang listened intently. Seeing Mo Xi stopped here, he couldn't help but ask, "After that? Did Princess Shen Tang abolish that slave's spiritual core?"
"No. That slave's spiritual core had not yet formed at that time, and was in the cohesion stage, and the whole person was in unbearable pain. Shen Tang knew that if no one came to guide and rescue, this person would definitely die violently. So he felt sympathy, and finally Violating the rules of the time that 'slaves are not allowed to practice', helping that person to survive the catastrophe."
The grass and trees in the courtyard swayed, Mo Xi raised his eyes to see the sparkling waves on the water, and continued.
"After Shen Tang helped that person survive the calamity, the person knelt down and thanked him repeatedly, saying that he could not repay the kindness of his life by knotting the grass and holding the ring. Shen Tang saw that he had a lot of spiritual roots, and that he was a person who reciprocated his gratitude. Lord Mingming, I made an exception to accept him as a disciple of the school."
Gu Mang sighed, "This slave is also very lucky. By the way, what's his name?"
"He doesn't have a name for his parents. Usually, the school administrators call him Thirteen's Son according to his slave number. After Shen Tang accepted him, he changed his name." Mo Xi paused and said, " Beg Hua Po Dark."
Shen Tanghua shattered the darkness.
As if surprised by the name, several birds flew up in the courtyard, over the high-pecking eaves, and flew to the sky.
Mo Xi glanced at Gu Mang.
This is a very interesting situation. The notoriety of Hua Po'an is like a taboo that cannot be touched. It seems that even saying these three words will be cursed by resentful spirits. Until now, Chonghua has not dared to mention this person easily. . But when Gu Mang heard the name of this big devil, it was like hearing a cat or a dog, and he didn't react at all.
He just asked, "Is Hua Po An the person that Princess Shen Tang believed in the wrong one?"
"That's right. He was the one who Shen Tang paid by mistake. At that time, Shen Tang didn't even know what kind of beast he had taken, and he didn't even know that he had already given a name to the devil who had plagued Kyushu for nearly a hundred years. He only thought that he It's the same as in the past, doing a trivial little thing."
Having said that, Mo Xi looked down at Shen Tang's portrait soaked in the sunlight, his eyebrows painted with brush and ink were gentle and soft, as if he was looking at the people of later generations across the river of time.
"Year by year, Hua Po'an has indeed lived up to Shen Tang's intentions, and has become stronger and stronger. He has repeatedly made extraordinary contributions to Chonghua, and has been highly valued and rewarded by your Majesty. Your Majesty even moved to abolish slaves and not practice cultivation. The ban, I hope to get more unworldly talents like him."
The more Gu Mang listened, the more surprised it became. It turns out that Chonghua had already had the idea of using a large number of slaves at that time? He couldn't help but ask, "Has the scrap succeeded?"
"No. Abolishing the order is not such a hasty thing. Your Majesty decided to allow Hua Po'an to go to the people to select a group of servants with wisdom roots and teach them to practice and ask."
Gu Mang seemed a little disappointed, but still sighed: "This is not bad, at least I have a chance to prove myself..."
However, Mo Xi seemed to have heard a big joke, "Prove yourself?... Yes, they have proved themselves. But the proof is not the considerable spiritual power, but the wolf's ambition."
Saying that, his eyes met those blue eyes that were like a river and sea: "Gu Mang, do you know why the nobles of Chonghua are so jealous of slave monks?"
Gu Mang shook his head.
"Because Hua Po'an has done this, the emperor gave him the power to form an army, but he ended up stabbing at Chonghua King City with this sharp knife." Mo Xi said with a gloomy expression, "Hua Po'an brought out the The cultivator didn't want to serve the country, but wanted to change the world and turn the whole Chonghua upside down. He did the opposite."
Gu Mang was silent, and gradually pondered over his taste: "...So the army I had in the past was very similar to Hua Po An, right?"
"...Yes." Mo Xi was silent for a while, and then slowly said, "Many people have seen Hua Po'an's shadow in you. Back then, when Hua Po'an was plotting something, Palace Master Shen Tang took action to stop it. If you do it again, Chonghua will It is bound to be another catastrophe, and this time I don’t know who can stop it.”
Gu Mang's face changed slightly, his knuckles turning pale while holding the bamboo slip, he asked in a low voice, "Do I look like him? Me and Hua Podang?"
"..." Seeing Gu Mang's unease, Mo Xi said in a mild tone, "You are different from him. Although you are indeed treasonous, Hua Po'an is an unreasonable lunatic. The slave monks on the board grew rapidly and captured many sphenoid beauty seats for military use."
"What is the Sphenoid Beauty Seat?"
"A person with a special physique." Mo Xi seemed to be very disgusted by this. He didn't want to say more. No matter how ordinary minor repairs are, they can quickly improve their cultivation base. Hua Poan quickly cultivated a group of servants who swear allegiance to him through this brutal method of cannibalism, and even started a national business and established himself as a king in the northern region of Chonghua. ."
Mo Xi said, raised his hand to cover Gu Mang's "Old History of Chonghua" spread out on his knees, lowered his head and said, "Having said so much, let me ask you, now you know which country Hua Po'an was the founder of. Are you alright?"
Gu Mang was stunned, hesitantly said, "...Yes... Liao, Liao..."
"That's right." Mo Xi's expression slowly became serious, "Hua Po An, the founder of the Liao Kingdom. He is the first time Chonghua trusted slaves."
Mo Xi originally just wanted to tell him about the history of Chonghua and Liao Kingdom, but he didn't mean to insinuate Gu Mang. However, the speaker had no intention, and he listened intently, and Gu Mang suddenly fell into an embarrassing and embarrassing situation. He seemed to be strangled by the throat and couldn't say anything for a while.
During this time, the more he knew, the more unreasonable he felt before his amnesia. Although Chonghua has many unsatisfactory points, at least it once tried to reform the system and become better, but it has suffered calculations - for example, it trusted Hua Po An, but Hua Po An backhanded Shen Shen. The nobles headed by Tang slashed.
If it was him, could he trust a slave-born person again without any scruples
No one can say whether he will be the next Hua Duan, and whether he will create the second Black Devil Liao Nation.
Under such circumstances, Chonghua still gave them a second chance, no matter for check and balance, use, or other reasons, Chonghua handed over power to a slave for the second time. That's him and his army.
When Lao Jun made this decision, how much determination and how much courage did he use
However, Gu Mang eventually became a second-class Hua Po Dark. Although he did not lead an uprising, he defected and even fled to the country that Hua Po An created.
He still took a similar path to Hua Po An.
Gu Mang was speechless, and after arguing for a long time, he silently put down the bamboo scroll in his hand.
He said, "...I'm sorry..."
Sorry is the most powerless word in the world, Gu Mang has repeated it thousands of times before the tombstone of the heroes.
Mo Xi was stunned for a moment and understood what Gu Mang meant, but he didn't know what to say. At this time, he heard Gu Mang ask in a low voice, "What about Princess Shen Tang? of?"