Yu Wu

Chapter 177 Rong Chuyi

Gu Mang sat by the window of the inn.

He had already woken up, saw the barrier Mo Xi set up, and knew that Mo Xi had something to go out temporarily.So he was not in a hurry at all, and sat there obediently, waiting for the person to come back.

Today, he has been tortured so badly that his senses and emotions are so dull that he can hardly experience any clear emotions. His joy, anger, sorrow, and joy seem to have been watered down and become very weak.

But he looked at the white belly slowly rising from the sky, thinking that after dawn, it will be the day agreed with his "brother", he will have a brother and a family soon, he still can't help showing some joy He leaned against the window, looking forward to seeing the red clouds filling the sky, and the rising sun rising to the ground level little by little.

He thought for a while, got up, and went to take out the white clothes that Mo Xi bought for him.

He felt that his hands were always messy, and such clean clothes were too easy to get dirty, so although he liked it, he didn't dare to wear them.But today he was 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 light up, and the morning and evening were intertwined.

He pushed open the door, and vaguely saw the person standing by the window, tall and handsome, with long hair tied up with jade buttons, and white robes like snow hanging down to the ground.For a moment, his heart skipped a beat, wishing to think that everything in the Huntian Cave last night was a dream, and that the one leaning against the window was Murong Chuyi, and Murong Chuyi had come to the appointment.

But no.

Slowly he saw clearly that the person standing over there looking at him was Gu Mang who had put on new clothes.

Quietly, docilely, expectantly—

Wait until he brings his brother.

"Mo Xi?" Seeing him back, Gu Mang was happy at first, but then he saw blood on his clothes and felt at a loss. He walked towards him, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Xi didn't say a word, in fact he couldn't say anything more.

There were only three people who came back from the fiefdom of Huntian Cave, except for Xiao Lan'er who was sent to the medical hall for treatment, he and Yue Chenqing were both nearly speechless.After sobbing and wailing, Yue Chenqing sat beside the blood pool in a daze.He was probably thinking about what he said and did to Murong Chuyi, how he believed Jiang Yexue's words and pushed his fourth uncle who was already alone into a colder abyss.

Murong Chuyi didn't leave any relics behind, the only ones that can be barely counted are 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 out by himself.

However, in Huntian Cave, when Mo Xi accidentally touched one of them, it 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 just slow, not stupid.He had always been understanding, even though that understanding sometimes brought him nothing but more suffering.The room was terribly quiet. After a while, Gu Mang asked softly, "He won't be coming, is he?"

"..."

"Does he...don't like me?"

Mo Xi raised his hand and pulled him into his arms. Suppressing his sadness, he 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 I asked me to take this The little bamboo man gave it to you. When he finishes his work, he will come back."

"How long will that take?"

"It may take... a long, long time..."

"..."

Gu Mang was silent, and after a while, he asked softly, "Mo Xi, why are you crying?"

Why is he crying?

The changes in the Huntian Cave took only one night, but it seemed that everything that had been accumulated for more than ten years was turned upside down.

Jiang Yexue's generosity and gentleness are fake, his love with Qin Muzhen is fake, Murong Chuyi's selfishness and ruthlessness are fake, and all the words of your majesty are also fake.

He seems to be living in a series of interlocking situations. He treats people with sincerity and shows his sincerity, but what he gets in exchange is just one mask after another.

He used to think that what he did for his family and country was right, and that right and wrong were so clearly distinguished, but after a shocking change, he found that they were just pieces on the chessboard.

Just how ruthless is the current king, to plan Jiang Yexue to bewitch Lu Zhanxing, cost the lives of [-] soldiers, and earn Gu Mang no choice but to obey his orders?

Five years of spy career.

Bearing the crime and bloodshed, he persevered alone.

Even in order to get back the last remnant soul of the gorefiend, 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 that it was just sharpening the sword in his hand for the king.

He just felt infinitely tired.

Because of the shocking changes in the Huntian Cave, Mo Xi had no choice but to stay in Lin'an with Gu Mang to look for the hermit to overhaul.The tragedy of the Yue family spread like wildfire, and quickly spread from Lin'an to the entire Chonghua.

The whole country was shaken.

Together with Gu Mang, Mo Xi helped Yue Chenqing tidy up, and accompanied him back to the imperial capital with his coffin.

The funeral was going on like a silent absurd drama. The royal family must preserve their face and not wantonly expose Yue Juntian's ugly behavior. However, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. In fact, everyone knows the truth of the matter in their hearts. Mourning and carols are all the more ridiculous.

Mo Xi looked at the altar above the altar through the fluttering white flags and the dense crowd of mourners. The king was drinking wine with a dignified appearance, his nails dug 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.

Apart from Yue Chenqing's lack of thought at all, it's more because Chonghua did have frequent wars with Liaoguo, the emperor is still worshiping here, and there are already people from the Military Aircraft Administration waiting to report to him about the border The battle is over.

The wind was filled with heavy gunpowder smoke.

What Jiang Yexue said was right, the battle between Chonghua and Liaoguo didn't end because they got the remnant soul of the blood monster, but it became imminent.

The people at the funeral were panicked, and even the most optimistic princes understood that the battle between Chonghua and Liao was imminent.

"I heard that the Liao State Master created a new spell. He used it when fighting on the border. That spell is like a plague. It can infect all the people in several cities with the magic spell in just two or three days. gas."

"My God, what should I do?"

"Oh, I don't know. I heard that both Sishutai and Shennongtai have been thinking about the solution for a long time. I just hope that this idea can be thought of quickly. Liao Kingdom has been sending troops to the border these days. Big fight." The person who spoke had a deathly look on his face, "If there is no way to resist these demonic energy, who would dare to charge forward, wouldn't this be death?"

"Anyway, I will never go to the front line..."

A whisper.

Here is the great pain of the Yue family, but there are a few old nobles discussing in whispers how to save their lives in the coming war. People's sorrows, joys and worries are not connected.

Yue Chenqing had no intention of staying in the mausoleum, and there were not many sincere condolences from those people.He returned to Yue Mansion - Yue Mansion had died so many people, it was terribly empty now.He walked slowly under the veranda, and every time he went, he thought of some past events, and his heart ached, and he bent down as if out of breath, and had to sit where he was for a long time before he could regain his composure. go down.

He was obviously still so young, but it seemed that all the bones and joints in his body had rusted overnight, and even walking became so difficult and stiff.

He came to the door of Murong Chuyi's refining room and was stunned for a long time.

This is one of the most difficult places to enter in Chonghua, and secret techniques and commands are required.But Yue Chenqing seemed to be blessed in his heart, and he seemed to believe in something. He raised his hand to push the door, and the little mech puppet who guarded the door creaked out of the hidden box and asked him, "Who is it?"

That voice was low, as sweet as pieces of Kunshan jade, but it was the voice left by Murong Chuyi during his lifetime.

Yue Chenqing seemed to be hurt by the sound, his chest was so tight that he couldn't say anything, he didn't know what esoteric techniques and passwords were, he just bowed his body, buried his face in his palms, and choked on his sobs.

"Fourth Uncle."

Sobs became wails.And the puppet just watched him quietly.

Yue Chenqing curled up and knelt outside the refining room, crying: "Fourth Uncle, I miss you..."

The spell would definitely not be 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, then slowly stood up and walked in.

The things inside are a bit messy, the owner is a very busy person, the drawings are nailed all over the wall, and there are all kinds of mechs and magic weapons drawn on them, many of them are just Murong Chuyi's imagination before his death, and it is too late To achieve one by one.Yue Chenqing looked at one by one——

Chonghua is greedy, angry, and ignorant, and his reputation is so bad that Murong Chuyi shut himself in the refining room to refine, but they are all things that benefit others.

A wooden armor for fetching water, a magic weapon for avoiding 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 catalogs.

He probably thought that his life would be very long, and although the loneliness was unbearable, at least he could realize these ideas one by one at his fingertips.

Yue Chenqing flipped through the things on his desk, some mortise and tenon joints, a few round nails, the detailed joints of bamboo warriors.Every time he got something, he would look at it carefully for a while, and when he thought about what Murong Chuyi made these things for, he felt more pain in his heart—greed, hatred, ignorance, greed, hatred and ignorance, the most ruthless weapon refiner—out of the window Full of infamy, worrying about the world inside the window.

The detailed writings under each drawing made Yue Chenqing choke up and her eyes became wet. Sometimes she had to endure the pain in her heart for a while before she could continue reading. She understood that this wooden armor was for the convenience of the elderly, and that one The first treasure is to protect children comprehensively.

Yue Chenqing even found a stack of Vajra Unbreakable Talismans imitating Yue's handwriting.

Holding the stack of talisman papers in his hand, he suddenly understood that when Li Qingqian was haunted by the sword demon, Chonghua was panicked and the poor were unable to buy Yuefu amulets, the person who silently gave the talisman papers to the poor , it wasn't Jiang Yexue at all, but...

Yue Chenqing held those yellowed papers, as if someone had punched his stomach hard, he bowed and cried bitterly——

It's the fourth uncle.

All along, greed, hatred and ignorance are not him, but discipline, concentration and wisdom are him.

The gentle person, the magnanimous person, the one who perseveres even when forced into a desperate situation, the one who has a clear conscience... is his fourth uncle Murong Chuyi...

"Fourth uncle...fourth uncle..."

Yue Chenqing wept brokenly. He trapped himself in this small refining room. The hourglass in the refining room was still running quietly and silently. Beside the white rice paper.

It was as if Murong Chuyi had just hurried out because of something.

The dead things are ruthless, and the mecha maps in the room don't know that their masters will never come back.