Yu Wu

Chapter 190

Just as Hua Poan said, the blood pool formed after the death of the blood monster is expanding little by little, swallowing the vegetation on the river bank and soaking the water of the moat. Slowly, the edge of the city wall also began to collapse, and the bricks and tiles It fell into the bloody water and melted into a bright red viscous slurry.

This kind of erosion is no longer as loud as when the two armies confront each other, and the victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

It is more like a poisonous snake swimming in the haystack, spitting out its letter inch by inch, ready to devour the huge prey corpse in front of it...

During this period of time, Chonghua and Liao did not fight.Across the two sides by the roiling bloody river, Chonghua was dead silent, while Liaoguo was already having a carnival.

That night.

Mo Xi climbed up to the city tower alone, and looked out of the city from the towering turret Zhulan - under the building is the water of the pool of blood. We sat around the stove, ordered by the bonfire, and it looked like victory was in sight.

Li Wei, the steward of the Xihe Mansion who followed him, folded his sleeves and bowed his head, waiting quietly under the turret.

Xiaoxiu asked worriedly: "Butler Li, are Xi and Jun okay..."

Li Wei was silent for a while, even if it was Jinlian's tongue, she couldn't say anything.

Is Mo Xi all right?

He doesn't know, no one has the answer to this question.

After Gu Mang's sacrifice, Chong Hua's soldiers once thought that Mo Xi would lose his mind, that he would be devastated, that he would give up on himself, that he would be heartbroken.

But he didn't.

The cultivators repeatedly cast spells beside the blood pool transformed by the blood demon beast, but they couldn't catch Gu Mang even if it was Gu Mang's body.

In the end, it was Mo Xi who told them, stop looking, go back and rest.The battle is not over.

Both he and Gu Mang were destined to die. They had seen too many people die in the flames of war. The brothers who drank together yesterday might become lifeless corpses the next day.

They don't even have time to grieve, to swallow the fact, to digest a person's life and death.Everything is in a hurry, and responsibility will force the general to wake up.

Because the battle is not over yet.

If a soldier loses control of his grief, he may pay with his own life.And if the coach loses control of his grief, how many people will die along with him.

Mo Xi knew that he did not have this right.

All he could do was to lean on the fence and stand by the blood pool where his lover sacrificed for a while while looking at the pool of blood and the Liao army.

Just for a while.

The little monk couldn't help but asked again in a low voice: "Won't Mr. Xihe be sad?"

This time Li Wei was able to answer quickly, he said: "He's not a stone-hearted man, so why won't he be sad."

After finishing speaking, Li Wei sighed secretly in his heart, and looked at Mo Xi's lonely figure under the starry sky.

On the night when Gu Mang just sank into the pool of blood, it was Mo Xi who personally ordered the monks to go back to the city to rest and avoid unnecessary arrests and rescues.

Some people were shocked by Mo Xi's cold-bloodedness and calmness.

Only Li Wei knew what it was like when Mo Xi went back that night, in the room where Gu Mang lived in Xihe Mansion, after losing all his identities and responsibilities.

Li Wei originally went to tidy up this room that would never have an owner again, but before he opened the door, he saw the back of Mo Xi sitting in front of the small table. On the table were the letters that Gu Mang had written. past words.Mo Xi just watched page by page in the dry bean lamp. Gu Mang usually wrote down happy things, and rarely complained about anything wrong between words.

Mo Xi was immersed in the beautiful past that Gu Mang wove, Fandou lay at his feet and whined, as if he was asking him about Gu Mang's whereabouts, as if he was asking him why Gu Mang didn't come back tonight...

A few moments later, Mo Xi lowered his head, and finally there was a low choked sob in the room, which was suppressed, just like he was suppressing the trembling of his shoulders at this moment.But how can he hold it back? He has been struggling for so long, and all he has left is sadness, pain, and responsibility... other than that, he has nothing left.

Over the years, he has experienced false betrayals, real misses, and the pain of parting. Every time, he told himself that if he endured it, endured it again, maybe everything would pass.

Even a few days ago, when he saw Gu Mang standing under the flag of the hunting army on the school grounds, he thought that all the suffering had finally come to an end, that after this battle, he would be able to survive the battle.

But in the end, all that was left to him was this empty hut.

The owner of the house has left, as if living here, without even leaving too many traces.

It turned out that he had endured so much suffering, and what he finally endured was not staying together for a long time, but a long separation.

Mo Xi picked up the stack of soft pages and pressed it to his chest, close to the place where the heart beat.It seems that the writer still has warmth on the page.

He couldn't bear it anymore, hoarsely, weakly, and called out in a low voice: "Gu Mang..."

Gu Mang.

After this sound, no more sentences can be uttered.

He is not the pillar of the empire, not Mo Shuai.At this moment, he is just a helpless person who bid farewell to the one he loves forever, and is a junior brother who was left in the sea of ​​blood by Senior Brother Gu.

All the comrades had left, and those [-] dead souls, those brothers who had been in and out of the army as young as them, now Gu Mang had also left.

In the end he was the only one left.Before dawn, he was alone.

Whether you hate it or love it.

His elder brother Gu Mang would never look back at him, smile flamboyantly at him, or get annoyed blankly.

A hoarse whimper was like a dying beast, howling in pain, tearing apart the last self-control.Mo Xi lowered his head, choked up, and mourned... In the end, he was like a trapped beast that had lost its life partner, like a lonely lion at its end, struggling and desperate, and finally in this silent night, he couldn't cry.

Life is so long, mountains and rivers are so vast, but only this moment, only this piece of world, belongs to him.

Li Wei looked at his back, sighed, and gently covered the door for him...

Mo Xi has never been ruthless.

Li Wei knew that in Chonghua, there might not be a single person who could truly understand what Gu Mang was to Mo Xi.It's not light, it's not fire, it's not hope, it's not lovers, it's not brothers... Gu Mang is to Mo Xi, perhaps much more than all these put together.

So Mo Xi ordered them not to waste their efforts in searching and rescue, that was not a kind of giving up.It's because Mo Xi knows better than anyone - what decision Gu Mang made.

Gu Mang wanted something.

And, will he come back.

Li Wei left this small courtyard, he admired his lord very much, in fact, from the year before the lord gave Mo Xi as a gift, he felt that Lord Xihe was Chonghua's backbone.

Now the spine is bent in a place that no one else can see. He is in great pain and it is difficult to support him any longer.But the people in the whole state can only see Mo Xi's strength, but forget that he is only a body of flesh and blood.He had just lost his most important person, but the only place where Mo Xi was allowed to take a breath, to pay homage, miss and embrace another person as a living person, was unexpectedly only this small lonely room.

That was the home of him and his elder brother Gu Mang.

Li Wei couldn't bear to disturb, and couldn't bear to watch again—this was Mo Xi's farewell to Gu Mang, with Mr. Xihe, with Gu Shuai, with respect and humility, with life and death, with no one else. relation.

He is the steward of Xihe Mansion, and will eventually keep this important secret for the Lord.

On the fourth day, the capital of Chonghua was half-swallowed by the pool of blood.The small half of the city residents had to retreat to the back of the city, watching their former home become a sea of ​​blood.

Fortunately, Yue Chenqing is good at mecha skills, and among the books left by Murong Chuyi, there is another volume explaining how to build shelters as quickly as possible.He acted according to the blueprint, but it also eased the problem of shelter for these people.

That was Murong Chuyi's spell.

Yue Chenqing thought, if the fourth uncle was still alive, he would definitely do a lot more thoughtful work than him.

But his little uncle was gone.

Only he can continue Murong Chuyi's gentleness in this turbulent world.

"Fourth Uncle, I may not be doing well enough, but..." He looked up at the starry sky, his blistered fingers trembling slightly, but he still didn't let go of the bamboo warrior he was debugging.

"However, I will do what you want to do according to your heart."

"I am Yue Chenqing, your nephew, the head of the Yue family, and your heir."

The stars twinkle and twinkle, illuminating this land of blazing wars and smoldering flames, and it is also reflected in Yue Chenqing's faintly tearful eyes.

Yue Chenqing choked up in a low voice and said, "Did you see it all in the sky..."

You have been silently protecting me.

It's me now, Uncle.

I'm here to protect our home.

Just like Yue Chenqing, everyone in Chonghua today is fighting to defend their homeland.

In the past, this country was indeed a mess, but because people like Gu Mang and Murong Chuyi sacrificed their blood first, and because they had no way out if they were defeated in this battle, everyone knew it very well, so this mess Finally condensed together.

Get solid, get strong.

The pool of blood continued to spread, but the tenacity in despair did not go up.

They are looking for a way to win.

On the fifth day.

When all the nobles and high-level leaders were studying how to stop the expansion of the blood pool in the Royal Palace Military Aircraft Department, there was a report from the defense——

"Mr. Xihe! Mr. Wangshu! Princess Mengze." The guard saluted the three most powerful and reliable people in the hall in turn, and then said, "Jiang Yaoshi is back! He is waiting outside the hall!"

When Jiang Fuli entered the hall, everyone was stunned.

Among them, his wife Su Yurou is the most serious.Although Su Yurou had a white gauze hanging over her face, making it difficult for people to see her beauty clearly, but when she saw Jiang Fuli's appearance, the cup she was holding slipped from her hand, and suddenly fell to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

"Fu Li, you—"

Jiang Fuli was dressed in a blue and silver robe, the materials and workmanship of the clothes were extremely high-quality, but it still couldn't cover up his travel and dust, the most surprising thing was his eyes.

His left eye, which was already night-blind, was completely blind due to some kind of damage.The snow-white gauze was wrapped diagonally, seeping bright red blood.

Hearing the sound, he quietly glanced at Su Yurou with his still clear almond right eye.When the eyes of the two met, it seemed that they had exchanged a secret unknown to others, and Su Yurou collapsed all of a sudden.

Mo Xi heard her call "Palace Master" softly with a barely perceptible voice.

Jiang Fuli was dressed in a mess but looked upright. Although his face was still the face of the profiteer Jiang Yaoshi, his demeanor was completely different from before, and the expression between his eyebrows and eyes did not even look like the same person.He looks gentle, calm, and firm at the moment, unlike the old Jiang Yaoshi—the old Jiang Yaoshi often gave people another feeling, as if, except for Qian Bo, he never knew what he wanted or cared about.

The former Jiang Yaoshi was a heartless puppet.

But when he returned today, it seemed like a puppet had finally recalled his lost soul.

Jiang Fuli scanned around the room with his remaining beautiful eye, his eyes lingered on Murong Lian and Murong Mengze for a while, and finally landed on Mo Xi.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Mr. Xihe, I have something important to do, please move forward and talk about it."

Jiang Fuli was very polite when he said this, but there was an inexplicable pressure.Everyone in the room felt the sudden change in Jiang Fuli's personality, so when they looked at Mo Xi, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Murong Lian took a deep sip of Floating Life Like a Dream, and suddenly raised his hand, grabbing Mo Xi who was about to leave with Jiang Fuli: "Wait a minute." Then he narrowed his peach-blossom eyes and stared at Jiang Fuli: "...Are you the real Jiang Yaoshi, or are you another fake?"

"When you were seven years old, you used to put a thick stack of tissue paper in your shoes because you didn't agree with your height, but you accidentally fell, broke your head, and sewed—"

"Stop, stop!" Murong Lian showed embarrassment but still insisted, "It's alright! I know you're real, can't you?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of Mo Xi embarrassingly, rolled his eyes and cursed in a low voice.

Mo Xi and Jiang Fuli went to the Nuan Pavilion in the side hall.

The attendants retreated, and there was no one in the pavilion.With a wave of Jiang Fuli's hand, dots of protective barriers immediately descended around the Nuan Pavilion.But Mo Xi stopped in his tracks the moment he saw the barrier.

"...The enchantment of the holy spirit that was lost 100 years ago..." Mo Xi stared at Jiang Fuli's thin side face, the man's expression was determined, but he was very haggard.

The "Palace Master" that Su Yurou murmured just now echoed in his ears.

An unbelievable conjecture suddenly exploded in Mo Xi's heart, and he couldn't help asking: "——Who are you?"

Jiang Fuli sat down at the table without saying a word.

The room was very quiet, and the brilliance of the Holy Spirit Barrier was always flowing.Mo Xi could hear his own heartbeat, and after a while, he asked softly, "...Palace Master Shen?"

Jiang Fuli raised his eyes.

The intact glass-coloured almond eye looked peaceful, and he said, "I'm not."

"..."

"Shen Tang died hundreds of years ago, and I'm just Jiang Fuli." He paused for a moment, and then said, "Besides, I've heard about Gu Shuai."

Gu Mang's name was like a needle, piercing into Mo Xi's already broken heart.Mo Xi suddenly lowered his long eyelashes, trembling slightly covering his eyes.

Jiang Fuli said: "He is still very young, he has not received the respect he deserves, and he has not received the peace he deserves. He is actually different from Shen Tang... Both of them sacrificed their lives for monsters, but Gu Shuai himself is here There are still longings and ties in the world."

When he talked about bondage, he took a deep look at Mo Xi.

Then he said: "Shen Tang is not."

"..."

"The moment Shen Tang was martyred by a monster, he was already disheartened and had nothing else to think about. Shen Tang begged for death and Gu Mang begged for life." Jiang Fuli shook his head and said, "I'm sorry. It shouldn't be like this of."

Mo Xi frowned slightly: "But you... If you weren't Shen Tang, how would you know what Shen Tang was thinking at that time?"

Jiang Fuli was silent as expected.

After a while, he sighed and said, "If you want to talk about this matter, it's really complicated."

"Appreciate further details."

Jiang Fuli paused, as if he was considering how to speak, and finally he said: "When I healed Gu Mang before, I sympathized with part of his memory. I saw that you met a man named Wu Yan on Bat Island. girl."

"That's a banshee who yearns for Shen Tang..."

"That's right." Jiang Fuli said, "But after seeing your memories, I always feel like I've seen her somewhere before."

Jiang Fuli poured two cups of strong tea, pushed one to Mo Xi on the other side of the table, and drank the other slowly.It was only at this moment that Mo Xi realized that the area covered by the white gauze was sunken, and there was no curvature of the eyeball - Jiang Fuli had completely lost his left eye.

But he didn't take it seriously, as if he didn't care about his health, his body at all.

He said lightly: "I have been in Chonghua for so many years. Many people ask me which country I am from and what happened in the past, but I don't answer. You only say that I am cold and don't want to say more, but I am not." He paused for a moment, Shaking his head with a wry smile, "I really don't know who I am."

"Almost all the memories I have started from when Yurou and I were in exile. She said that I was sick and forgot the past, so I just didn't know what to do and believed in her. Regarding my life experience, Where I come from, my relatives... Yurou told me everything, and I was inexplicably tired of it, and I instinctively rejected it in my heart, and never wanted to go deeper."

"But in the past few years... I started to dream. In my dreams, I can always see some repeated people and things, but they are fragmented and have no context. Yurou has never been silent. When I ask her anything, she doesn't know. And I didn't check it carefully... Until not long ago, when I was treating Gu Mang, I saw his memory on Bat Island. The Wu Yan he saw was exactly the same as the girl I saw in my dream."

Jiang Fuli closed his eyes, and said: "I thought at the time, if I go to meet Wu Yan, maybe I can know what kind of person I was in the past."

Mo Xi thought of Jiang Fuli's obviously wandering mind after he treated Gu Mang.

Only then did I realize that it was because of this reason.

Mo Xi asked: "So you have been wandering around for a while, but you actually went to Bat Island?"

"It's just one stop, and I went to other places too.... Do you remember the spring-like island where Wu Yan and Shen Tang first met?"

Mo Xi nodded.

"I also found it there. It was actually a piece of land carried by Xuanwu. That Xuanwu once had an alliance with Shen Tang's ancestor, and it guarded a section of the ancient Yandi sacred tree."

Mo Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide: "The Emperor Yan Shenmu... is the first tree in the world... the king of all trees?"

"Yes." Jiang Fuli said, "Emperor Yan's sacred tree, the king of all trees, has thousands of human flowers gathered on one tree. Among them, a piece of crabapple tree was lost to the secular world for some reason. Before, it was acquired by the ancestor of Shen Tang."

"The people of the Shentang clan know very well that the sacred tree is an inexhaustible weapon, and its power is no small matter. If people know this secret, countless people will flock to it and take it for themselves. The Shen family has always been weary of war, so they sealed up this section of the sacred tree of Begonia. On Xuanwu Island, I never mention it to the outside world. It’s just that the god tree has spirits, in order to make it peaceful and upright, and not be disturbed by the turbid and evil spirits, the head of the family will go to the island to live for a month every year to play the piano for him.”

When he said this, Mo Xi understood a little bit—when Wu Yan saw that the island was full of immortal energy, flowers were flying all the year round, and the four seasons were like spring, she mistakenly thought that it was because of Shen Tang's presence here. In fact, she was completely wrong. It was not born because of Shen Tang, but because of the broken branch of the ancient sacred tree guarded by Shen Tang.

"..." Mo Xi couldn't help asking, "Shen Tang has passed away for a hundred years, and his family was almost destroyed in the fierce battle with Hua Poan. No one should have been to that fairy island in the past hundred years, so When you went, what did you see? Is the Shenmu still there?"

Jiang Fuli said: "It's still there. When I found the Xuanwu Island, I saw that the island was already full of lush vegetation and flowers. For hundreds of years, the broken begonia trees turned it into a place where the spirit of the sacred tree is extremely abundant. It’s just that I think that the Tang tree has hidden wisdom and enlightenment. I played a piece of music played by Shen Tang a hundred years ago with it. For a hundred years, the Xuanwu seal cannot seal it, and it may voluntarily fall into the vast sea again, and go to the mortal world to see it."

After Jiang Fuli finished speaking, he smiled.

"Although I am curious about its future fate, but after hundreds of years, the fate of this sacred tree is not something that mere mortals can control."

Mo Xi heard this silently, and suddenly asked: "Jiang Yaoshi, why do you know so much about the Shen Tang family?"

"..."

"...Aren't you really Palace Master Shen?"

Jiang Fuli put down the cup, and sighed softly: "My memory was managed by Wu Yan to restore me, and after I recovered, I also solved her knot in her heart—yes, I am indeed not Shen Tang, But for hundreds of years, there has always been a person who hoped that I could completely become Shen Tang."

Mo Xi was startled: "Who?"

Jiang Fuli raised his eyes, and three words fell between his thin lips: "Hua Po Dark."

Seeing Mo Xi's expression, Jiang Fuli smiled wryly: "Absurd? I think so too. I have all of Shen Tang's memories and emotions, but I know I'm not him."

"Then you are..."

"I am Shen Tang's cousin. As for my name..." Jiang Fuli said calmly, "In this world for hundreds of years, Hua Poan called me Shen Tang, and Yu Rou called me Jiang Fuli. I don’t remember my real name. All I know is that I was Hua Poan who was forced to create another him because he was unwilling to let Shen Tang die. My body contains Shen Tang’s memories, remnant souls, spells, and past."

His voice was low but soft, without any emotion, but it made people feel extraordinarily sad.

Jiang Fuli said: "I'm just a puppet. It's not much better than the bamboo warrior made by Murong Chuyi, or the clay figurine made by Jiang Yexue."

Although Mo Xi was extremely astonished, he couldn't bear it, and said in a low voice: "Yaoshi Jiang..."

But I don't know how to comfort him.

Jiang Fuli said: "You don't need to comfort me, you are already sad enough. Others can't see it, but I understand it. I came back today not to find someone to tell him about my past. I am Come to show the way to defeat the enemy——Since Hua Poan regards me as Shen Tang, I will not miss the second battle after a hundred years."

Mo Xi's heart trembled: "Do you have a way to break the diffusion of the blood pool?"

"There is indeed a way. No one has ever done it before. I have no chance of winning, so I can only try." Jiang Fuli said, "But I did a fortune-telling on Xuanwu Island, and the fairy hexagram said that as long as Xihe Jun When you do this, everything can change, even life and death."

Hearing the last half sentence, Mo Xi was startled, and then realized: "Including life and death..."

"good."

Mo Xi's eyes were polished like flames, and suddenly there was a bright light.

What does it mean?

Although he thought it was absurd, his blood was still running, and his fingers trembled slightly in his tightly clenched palm: "Consult the pharmacist."

Jiang Fuli got up, leaned against the window and glanced outside. At this time, the blood pool of the blood demon beast had spread to the inner city, and was slowly continuing to devour the capital.

He turned around, took out an obsidian-like spar from his Qiankun bag, and placed it on the table.

"The Shentang family has two hidden treasures. One is the broken branch of the sacred tree I mentioned earlier. The other is this spar. This is the most secret and important treasure of the Shentang family. It is also the most important treasure of the Chonghua family. The only way to break the catastrophe."

Jiang Fuli paused, and said: "There is still time, before I let you use it, I want to tell you clearly about the past that I know."

"—A past related to Hua Po Dark."