In the blink of an eye, three days have passed by in the mirror.
Mo Xi sat in the wing of a small inn on the outskirts of the city, silently watching the water dripping by the window.
According to Your Majesty's request, he should be on his way to the north today, but he did not leave. He raised his hand and looked at his palm. The palm showed a translucent color—in fact, it wasn't just his palm. The color of every grass and tree in this world began to slowly fade in the past few days.
This is a sign that the power of the space-time mirror is waning.
In the real world where Murong Chuyi and the others were, time moved very fast. Maybe it was just Murong Chuyi or Jiang Yexue casting a spell and chanting a spell outside, not only in the mirror, but a few days had passed.
According to this situation, Mo Xi estimates that in two or three days, he and Gu Mang will completely leave this world, so he doesn't care that the emperor will find out that he has not gone north, he just wants to grasp a little more secrets before that. .
Another drop of water fell.
The scale of the water drip was getting closer and closer to noon. Mo Xi got up and walked to the bronze mirror, raised his hand and performed a simple disguise technique on himself, then pushed the door and walked out.
"Let's go, let's go to Dongshi to see the beheading!"
"Deputy Commander Lu will be beheaded. I really didn't expect it. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, alas..."
"He killed so many people on a whim. I think he deserves more than that!"
Along the way, people were bustling with people, all rushing in the direction of Dongcaishikou. Those faces are either expectant, happy, or sighed, and others are panic. But no matter what mood he was in, Dongshi was like a steamed bun with human blood coming out of the cage, tempting the vultures to stretch their necks and squeeze to the beheading stage.
Mo Xi followed the crowd without saying a word.
Soon, he came to Dongcaishikou. There was already a gathering of those responsible for the execution, as well as a group of spectators. They are like tough dumpling skins, surrounding the table heavily.
Lu Zhanxing was dressed in a pure white prison uniform and sat cross-legged on the guillotine with bare feet. His expression was very calm, and there was no panic of the dying person. The executioner brought him wine and meat. He grinned and thanked him with a smile. He pulled a chicken leg from the plate, showing his canine teeth, biting and swallowing. stand up.
After eating all the meat, he started drinking again, and he drank the fermented fermented fermented wine.
At the end, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Master, your little wine jug is too unique, ladies, can you just give me a jar?"
The executioner looked at him strangely: "You're still eating so happily when you're about to die?"
"Isn't it?" Lu Zhanxing grinned like a wolf dog with a savage grin, "Do you want me to cry and finish the last meal of my life?"
The executioner glared at him, as if thinking about how brazen one would have to be to be able to laugh like this after stabbing such a big basket.
"I don't have a jar of wine for you." Finally, the executioner said bluntly, "It's just this one. It doesn't continue after eating."
Lu Zhanxing sighed, "That's such a pity. I could have gone on the road drunk."
The execution officer sneered: "So you are not free and easy, but you want to drink to make people brave, and you are not afraid of pain when beheading."
"That's not true." Lu Zhanxing smiled, stroking his palms, "Beheading is no more than a scar the size of a bowl, sir, I want to go to Huangquan while drunk, and look at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Wangchuan River with my wine, maybe I can write a title or two. Poems that move the underworld."
"..." The executioner was almost speechless by his choking, and at this moment, a clear voice came from the noisy audience.
"What kind of poetry are you going to write? Are two orioles singing green willows, and one is uglier than the other, or is it natural for me to be useful, and Shengge Yeye is not a dream?"
The crowd turned their heads, and Gu Mang appeared outside the crowd. He was wearing a straight Chonghua military dress with tassels off his military rank, but it still matched his long legs and slender waist, and his appearance was dignified. His two slender fingers were hooked on a hemp rope, and the rope tied a wine jar covered with mud. Facing the scorching midday sun, he walked towards the guillotine from a distance.
"Oh, it's Gu Shuai..."
"Bah, bah, it's wrong, it's not Gu Shuai, it's Gu Mang, Gu Mang."
The people watching the torture slowly separated their paths, and their eyes were staring at the two of them curiously.
Everyone knew that Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang had a life-long friendship, and everyone knew that because of Lu Zhanxing's loss, Gu Mang had fallen from the top of ten thousand people to the bottom of the valley, and he had become a waste in the brothel all day long.
When they finally meet at this moment, how will they react to each other
Will Lu Zhanxing show shame to Gu Mang
Would Gu Mang curse at his former best friend in a fit of anger
There is nothing more interesting than jealousy, business, divorce, and brothers. Although the first two can't be seen, the brothers can be counted on, so the guillotine, which was still noisy just now, gradually fell silent.
The surroundings were so quiet that Mo Xi, who was hiding in the crowd, could even hear his own pounding heartbeat—his eyes were chasing Gu Mang's figure, the tall and handsome figure in heavy old clothes.
Today's Gu Mang is not depressed, he looks like a handsome green bamboo in the breeze, as if the bad days of the past six months have not eroded his character in the slightest.
In this silence, Gu Mang walked onto the torture platform alone.
He used to be surrounded by a hundred people, but now he is the only one left in the 100,000 robes. There was no way he could bring more people, only one person, a jar of wine, and a military uniform that had lost his rank—their former glory was like a dream of yellow lilies, and now there are only a few pitiful remnants left.
Lu Zhanxing raised his neck and looked up at him. After a while, he bared his teeth and smiled.
"Mang'er, do you still remember those poems I wrote?"
Gu Mang lowered his eyelashes, and the thick eyelashes cast a halo on his eyelids. He sat down with the wine jar and said, "Your writing is so bad, I can't forget it even if I want to."
Lu Zhanxing laughed, picking at his feet while laughing, and then said, "I knew you would come to see me off today."
Gu Mang snorted, patted away the mud on the wine jar, took a sip, and then pushed it to Lu Zhanxing: "Drink it."
"Yo, the fifteen-year-old Chen Lihuabai of Honghu Pavilion."
"Know the goods."
Seeing that the two did not fight as expected, nor did they fight each other, let alone the spectators in the audience, even the executioner was stunned.
Lu Zhanxing was already on death row, but Gu Mang had not yet treasoned at that time. Although he lost his military rank, his power was still there. Therefore, the executioner was unwilling and did not dare to openly embarrass Gu Mang.
He hesitated: "Gu... Cough, look at the rules of this guillotine meal..."
"Anyway, brother, let me show him off." Gu Mang raised his head, "I'm sorry, sir, please do it for you."
No matter what, Gu Mang was also a beast of Chonghua's altar, and he always defeated the god of war. No matter what, Gu Mang didn't do anything arrogant or wrong when he was in the limelight, and he didn't have any personal hatred.
In his black jade-like eyes, the herald was gradually defeated. He finally sighed and stepped aside.
As the sun gets deeper and higher, the sundial condenses the reflection of the night darker than ink.
Lu Zhanxing was drinking and talking to Gu Mang with a smile. It was about the death of a person, and it was useless to talk about hatred. Neither of them mentioned the defeat of Fengming Mountain.
The moment of execution is getting closer and closer. Rao is the scorching sun, and there is a smell related to death in the air. The people watching the execution looked at the sundial and swallowed, feeling a little nervous. And the least nervous became the dying person and the friend who saw him off.
The wine finally ran out.
Gu Mang asked, "Do you have any other wishes?"
Lu Zhanxing said with a smile, "Too many."
"Which one can I help you with?"
Lu Zhanxing said, "Try more pear blossom white for me."
"it is good."
"See more beauty and beauty for me."
"Row."
Lu Zhanxing thought for a while, and finally raised his hand and stroked Gu Mang's military uniform: "... Mang'er, don't wear this suit in the future."
The charcoal in the brazier of the execution ground made a crackling sound, Gu Mang lowered his eyelashes, his expression seemed a little gloomy, but also a little meaningful. With his expression, almost everyone present could not understand why.
In addition to ink extinguished.
Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang was determined to betray at this moment, and Lu Zhanxing's dying wish originally hoped that Gu Mang would be relieved of his armour and return to the field, and would not be involved in the bloody storm.
But Lu Zhanxing didn't know that Gu Mang would never wear Chonghua's military uniform again, but Gu Mang would change into Liaoguo's black armor, and then embark on a bloody road of no return.
Gu Mang didn't say a word immediately, he lowered his head, his eyelashes seemed to flicker.
Finally, he smiled lightly and said, "Okay. I'll never wear it again."
Lu Zhanxing's eyes lit up, and then he smiled.
"Is this true?"
"When did I lie to you?"
Lu Zhanxing laughed: "You have loved coaxing people since you were a child, and you have been coaxing me until you are old." With a smile, the smile that stretched out like a spring leaf at the end of his eyes faded a little.
Gu Mang said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"..." Lu Zhanxing's eyes shone with some gentleness, this is the kindness that Mo Xi has never seen on this wolf-like reckless face.
Lu Zhanxing said, "Mang'er, get married sooner."
Gu Mang: "…"
"You are always making noises on weekdays, but we two brothers have been so many years, I know that you have always wanted to have a home that truly belongs to you." Lu Zhanxing pointedly, "You are not too young, if you have enough fun. , just take care of it early... so that I too... "
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Mang. Gu Mang said, "Uncle Lu is your honor this year?"
Lu Zhanxing widened his eyes and pouted, "I care about you, why don't you know what's good or bad?"
Just as he was about to say more, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle, and the monk on the top of the tower raised his head and blew the yak horn, and the sound moved to the sky. The chanting officer shouted in a hoarse voice:
"The hour is coming!"
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The dazzling sun has risen in the center of the dome, and Bai Shengsheng's rays of light are shining on all the bewildered beings, on those who will leave and those who will be separated, and on the spectators of Wuyangyang.
This is the end of this pair of chief corner brothers.
Gu Mang looked at Lu Zhanxing calmly, as if the two were just going to split up for strategic reasons, but they would meet again sooner or later.
"Let's go." Gu Mang said.
Lu Zhanxing smiled: "You think about my words."
Gu Mang gave him a deep look, and finally said, "...Okay, I will."
After he said that, his robes dragged to the ground, and he descended from the narrow high steps of the execution platform.
The executioner took a step forward, raised his hand to hold the copper cone wrapped in red cloth, Yu Ming bell struck down, and the metal collided with a clear sound. The executioner lifted his breath and sang: "It's time - get ready!"
It was not like in the legend of the book, there was a cavalry of the forbidden army holding up the arrow and shouting: "Leave people under the sword!" The horse rushed forward. There was no Lu Zhanxing rebellion, and no one took prisoners.
There are not so many things in this world that are left to die and then reborn, and only a few people can be favored by destiny.
Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang looked at each other on the stage and off the stage. They both couldn't help thinking of what Lu Zhanxing said when he was in the army many years ago:
"I don't want to die at all, I just want to be a thousand-year-old tortoise, marry three or two wives, have a group of children, that day is called a happy life."
Gu Mang smiled instead: "You're on the battlefield now, with your head on your trousers belt, what else can you do to be your thousand-year-old eighty-thousand-year-old turtle?"
Lu Zhanxing has no scruples. He touched his chin and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "That's true, then I might as well think about how to die in order to die properly."
"How can you be dead?"
"The best thing is that I am a Liaoguo illusion. The illusion is full of peerless beauties, chasing after me to have sex with me, but I was disrespectful, and finally died of exhaustion." Lu Zhanxing smiled wretchedly, shaking Leg said, "Oh, what a wonderful ending."
They are really fearless and unbelievable, and the matter of death and life is like a joke in his mouth.
"Or be killed by a peerless and beautiful Liao Kingdom female devil, it's better that she likes me, I swear to death, she rapes and then kills, wow, so exciting-"
Gu Mang laughed and scolded, "Can you do something normal?"
"What's the point of being normal." Lu Zhanxing licked his lips and smiled. "At most, it's just a corpse wrapped in horse leather. A bunch of friends and friends surrounded me desolately, with two lines of old tears. Thinking about it, it's scary."
But who knows, the worst ending that Lu Zhanxing could think of at the time was much better than his real future.
It turned out that, as a sergeant, his final outcome was not the shroud of horse leather, but a shameful and useless death on Chonghua's guillotine.
No one cried, no one was mournful for him, two lines of tears.
Gu Mang was the only one left among the so-called fox friends.
The executioner with the wide-mouthed machete stepped forward, the sharp knife in his hand raised high.
Lu Zhanxing's messy forehead was blown by the wind. He looked down at Gu Mang who was under the stage, and a relieved smile formed on the corner of his lips.
"cut!"
A voice of parting fell, from then on, Yin and Yang, strangers.
The author has something to say:
Lu Zhanxing: Do you still want a small theater today? I'm all hung up. Before the meat bun, someone hung up, it was a sign of grief and did not write a small theater (actually, it was to be lazy = =)
Gu Mangmang: Didn't you hang up earlier? You have been in a state of hanging from the first word of this article.
Lu Zhanxing: (touching his neck) Oh... that's right = =