Yu Wu

Chapter 70

A drop of dew dripped from the cypress leaves.

Mo Xi's wide sleeves fluttered in the breeze. He stood on the pine and cypress slope of the Heroes' Mausoleum on the Battle Soul Mountain, looking at the small shadow between the forest of steles.

It was late at night on the first day, and the stars were everywhere.

After a confrontation with Murong Lian, Gu Mang really knocked over one grave after another on Zhanhun Mountain.What Murong Lian gave him was obviously just humiliation, but Gu Mang regarded it as a way out. He wanted to prove his renewed determination with the stubbornness that even ten cows would not be able to pull back.

"You really want to do this?"

"real."

"Even if nothing can be changed?"

"It can be changed." Gu Mang said, "At least I can feel better myself."

So Murong Lian knew that he had succeeded, and Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had made a choice and would not turn back.

Afterwards, Murong Lian left, and Mo Xi had to leave too.Gu Mang kowtowed and knelt down alone in the cemetery where the birds were chirping. Later, the tired birds returned to the forest, the sun fell, the Wu hook was frosty and cold, and everything was silent. Only Gu Mang was the movement of this city of the dead. Kowtow.

Later, Mo Xi was worried, and returned to the top of War Soul Mountain alone. It was not convenient for him to show his face, so he stood on the pine and cypress slope and looked at the white figure from a distance.

Gu Mang knelt down all night, and he also watched under the tree all night. When dawn broke and grave-sweepers came, Mo Xi left quietly.He still has court meetings, so he can't stay in the Tomb of Heroes all the time.

I don't know if Murong Lian is deliberately fanning the flames, but the news of Gu Mang's prostration to the heroic spirit in the Battle Soul Mountain seems to have wings, and it spread throughout the entire Chonghua City within a morning.

"What is this fellow planning?"

"I heard that I suddenly became enlightened. I felt that I had done something wrong before, and I wanted to apologize."

"Does he really have such a heart? Don't be a weasel wishing a chicken a New Year."

"Go and see?"

The high-ranking dignitaries of Chonghua City don’t have any time to go to War Soul Mountain to find things during the day, but there are still some casual people who are idle on weekdays. When they heard this, they swarmed to the heroes like mosquitoes who smelled blood. Mausoleum, said to go to visit the tomb, but in fact, it is to witness the excitement with one's own eyes.

Although these people would not directly embarrass Gu Mang because of Mr. Xihe's face, there were not a few people who spoke sarcastically.

So Gu Mang knelt, but they covered their mouths with their sleeves and whispered to each other: "You really kneel in a decent way. I didn't see him with such a good attitude when he was serving guests in Wang Shujun's other courtyard before. Why? I have been trained by Mr. Xihe for about half a year, are you so well-behaved?"

"Mr. Xihe has good means."

"If you ask me, everyone knows that Mr. Xihe is soft and not tough. The surname Gu must have figured out Mr. Xihe's temperament, so he pretended to repent, put on an air, and deceive people and ghosts."

"So that's it! You're still right, oh, yes, if he really felt guilty, why didn't he just kill himself?"

"Sure enough, he's still a liar!"

Gu Mang turned a deaf ear to it, so he climbed up the stairs amidst the pointing, prostrating and prostrating all the way, repeating what Murong Lian had taught him:

"Traitor Gu Mang, ten thousand deaths cannot atone for blood crimes."

He recited it so piously, as if this sentence was like a mantra of the past, which could drive his sinful soul out of the boundless sea of ​​suffering.

There are too many people who hate him, too many people who spurn him, he is struggling in the sea of ​​suffering, but the people on the shore throw stones at him, tell him to go back, drown, you deserve this kind of ending in your life.

Gu Mang kept repeating the action of kneeling in this countercurrent, knocking his forehead on the hard and cold stone surface thousands of times.His steps were heavy and his body was slumped, but his eyes were shining brightly, supporting him to climb up the stairs.

Bend his spine, lower his head.

"Traitor Gu Mang."

Put your palms together piously, from the golden glory of the sky and the earth to the vastness of the night.

"Thousands of deaths cannot atone for blood crimes..."

On the third day, the sky was overcast and cloudy, and there was continuous spring rain in Chonghua City. Gu Mang was dressed in thin clothes, and after kneeling in the cold and bleak wind and rain for a long time, his body finally couldn't hold on.Using his hands and feet, he climbed up another stone step and knelt down in front of the first jade tablet.His lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to speak. The rain fell down his face miserably.

He raised his head and looked up at the majestic and majestic stele of heroes.

"The seventh generation Wangshu Lord Murong Xuan, the heroic spirit rests forever."

It turned out that Murong Lian's father had already been knocked down...

Gu Mang looked at the line of majestic gold letters, the inscriptions were so clear and solemn, but he was like a puddle of mud and ashes curled up in front of a god.His lips were trembling, his throat that was almost silent twitched, and he tried to whisper: "Traitor Gu Mang..."

The spring thunder was startled, and it was as dull as if the sky turned into a giant drum and was thumped.

Tremblingly, Gu Mang raised his palms that seemed to be filled with lead, put palms together in front of his forehead, then closed his eyes, and knelt down on his knees.

"Thousands of deaths... hard to redeem blood crimes..."

The sky thundered.

As if shattered by the power of the thunder, Gu Mang didn't get up again after kneeling down.Three days and three nights of kowtowing, without sleep, finally made him unable to support himself and passed out.

Seeing him collapsed in the rain, huddled in front of Murong Xuan's tomb, those people who came to watch the excitement were like vultures smelling something dead, and immediately moved up to take a closer look.They stared at the wet and thin body—they knew about Gu Mang's runaway incident, so when Gu Mang was sober, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and they mostly talked about it.But Gu Mang was unconscious and exhausted at this time, and some people became more courageous.

"This dog slave said he was sincerely apologizing, but he fell down weakly before he finished knocking, is he really dizzy or fake?"

"Just kick it and you'll know."

So someone stepped forward and kicked Gu Mang's pale cheeks. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement from Gu Mang—"He really passed out!"

All of a sudden, it became lively, like a dam was torn open.

"The one who asked him to come to Zhanhun Mountain to kowtow is not the one who asked him to come to Zhanhun Mountain to sleep!"

"It's time to fight!"

It's also interesting to say that most of these people gathered at the Battle Soul Mountain at this moment are not generals, queens of heroes.Those high-ranking nobles who really had a direct blood feud with Gu Mang would not deliberately climb the mountain for so long, humming, humming, and spending a whole day just to watch the excitement. They would rather not go to see this person, it's disgusting to look at.

And as for the group of people who really hold the ability and power in their hands, such as Princess Mengze, such as Jiang Fuli, such as Yue Juntian Murong Chuyi, the nobles and capable ministers at this level are even less likely to come and visit. Wading in muddy water.

Therefore, birds of a feather flock together, and those who can deliberately come to the top of the mountain to watch Gu Mang make a fool of himself are all like-minded people with similar personalities.Obviously Gu Mang didn't directly owe them life debts, but this group of people was more emotional than the real descendants of the heroic spirits, and wanted to fight the injustice.

In this world, fighting against injustice can be roughly divided into two types:

One is that it is really hard to calm down, and there is something to talk about.

The second is that there is really nothing to do, and nothing to do.

At this moment, gathering people like Zhanhun Mountain belonged to the second category, but apart from these people looking for trouble, there were also a few sporadic passers-by who actually came to Zhanhun Mountain to worship and sweep the grave.So in the chaos of porridge, a child's soft voice suddenly came out, with a crisp and childish tone, with a crying voice, he couldn't help sobbing anymore: "Uncle and aunt, you... can you stop talking?" hit him..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was covered by a big hand.

Looking back, those people didn't know who the daughter of the family dared to stop directly at the beginning, and they were a little flustered, wondering if they were the daughters of some great noble family?But when they saw the person who spoke clearly, their panic calmed down faster than the ripples, and their faces turned fierce in an instant: "Mr. Changfeng? What is your daughter going crazy?"

It turned out that the child who spoke just now was Xiao Lan'er.

Although Xiao Lan'er's father came to the cemetery today to pay his respects, she did not expect to encounter such a situation.

Ever since she got sick, she has suffered from rolling eyes everywhere, no one dared to play with her, no one wanted to listen to her talk, no one laughed with her except her father.

Although she and Gu Mang actually only exchanged a few words when they met at the Pharmacist's Mansion, but just those few words, the dragonfly that landed on her temple was the first time she had gained innocence in so many years.At this moment, seeing the big brother being bullied like this, tears rolled down his face involuntarily.

Mr. Changfeng hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Those people were not forgiving, and mocked: "It's true to say that your daughter is a mad dog, and you actually pleaded for such a disgusting thing."

"Take care of your daughter's bad mouth. She can still attend classes in the academy now because we look at you pitifully and gave you a chance. If you don't know the face, sooner or later you will dig out the spiritual core of her disaster!"

What's more, he said bitterly: "Mr. Changfeng, your daughter shouldn't be lustful at such a young age, have you taken a fancy to this dog?"

It is impossible for any normal father in the world to bear such nasty remarks.But Mr. Changfeng does not belong to the category of "normal".He is an elk that has been driven to a desperate situation, what can he do in the face of a tiger wolf that is grinding its teeth and sucking blood?No matter how angry, heart-piercing and trembling, he could only hold back the flames of anger.

Even though the meridians in his neck were all bulging, he could only laugh along with him, okay.

They were right, Xiao Lan'er couldn't stand any small mistake, she might be dug out of her spiritual core anytime and anywhere, and be expelled from the school.

While bowing to apologize, Mr. Changfeng hastily picked up his daughter and took her away from the place of right and wrong.After leaving the cemetery, as soon as he let go of Lan'er's hand, the little girl began to cry.

She leaned on his back, choked up and said, "Daddy, what did that big brother do wrong..."

Mr. Changfeng stroked her hair: "It's a death penalty, it's a death penalty for treason. Lan'er, don't talk too much."

"Is there no way to forgive him?"

"There is no pardon, there is no pardon."

Lan'er's tears flowed down like broken beads: "But...but..."

She was hugged by her father and walked down the mountain road. She leaned on her father's shoulder and watched Gu Mang and the group of people get farther and farther away in vision, and became more and more blurred. Children are ignorant of world affairs, and they don't know that Gu Mang has no father. Without a mother, she choked up and said: "But he is like this... His parents saw it... How painful it must be..."

If his parents saw it.

How painful it must be...

But Xiao Lan'er didn't understand that Gu Mang had no parents anymore, he lost his relatives very early on, and then lost his brothers, his army, his glory and reputation - now he has nothing but his whole body Sludge has nothing to do with it.No one will hurt for him, only people applaud for his pain.

No one will care about him.

And the only person who can accompany him is also bound by the shackles of fate and status, and has long been involuntary.

-

"Mr. Xihe."

In the Ming Hall of the Military Administration, Mo Xi, who had completed his official duties, was about to leave Wangcheng for Zhanhun Mountain.During the time when Gu Mang was in the cemetery, Mo Xi handled the military affairs as quickly as possible every day, and then came to the Songbai slope to guard Gu Mang from afar.

But today, he was stopped by the servant.

"What's the matter?"

"East Frontier Urgent Report, Your Majesty, please go to the Golden Luan Palace for a night discussion."

Mo Xi's hand that was about to loosen the collar of his military robe stopped.

The servant, Bingxue, was smart, and immediately sensed something strange: "Mr. Xihe has other important matters?"

"What's the situation in the east?"

"The Kingdom of Yun turned to the Kingdom of Liao to cultivate the way of black demons, and a large number of dark soldiers were secretly amassed. The people of the three small towns in the eastern border were all slaughtered..."

With his slender and fair fingers, Mo Xi rearranged the robes of the Military Administration that had just been loosened, and said, "Report to Your Majesty, after I sort out the files of the past Yin soldiers, I will go to the Jinluan Hall to discuss matters immediately."

"Then wait for Mr. Xihe."

So, the person in the Golden Luan Hall stayed up all night, talking with candles at night.

And the person at Zhanhun Mountain was in a coma all night, and no one cared about him.

Early morning of the fourth day.

Gu Mang woke up from a coma.

He opened his eyes vaguely, the sky had cleared up, and he was lying in the stagnant water, and the distant and clear blue sky seemed to be within his reach.Gu Mang moved, feeling that there were several wounds on his body for no reason, but he didn't care.

"Well..." He rubbed a swollen bump on his head.

Did you fall when you passed out?

It's still swollen because I knocked my head too much...

He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

There were more than a dozen rows of steles left, he got up slowly, scooped up some of the accumulated water in front of Murongxuan's tombstone, didn't think it was dirty, drank it slowly into his stomach, then got up on the ground with hands and feet, and continued to kowtow go.

It was like the sky cleared up after the rain, and the clouds were clear, and he felt that his sins seemed to be finally lessened by an inch.He didn't stop, he was bowing down to the ghosts and ghosts in his dream, bowing down to the past and the future.

Level one jade step.

One monument, one death.

Mo Xi came half an hour later.He stayed up all night in the Military Aircraft Department, and he didn't close his eyes for more than [-] consecutive hours, so his eye circles were red.Others stayed up all night and hurried home to rest after finishing their military affairs, but he came to Zhanhun Mountain alone with the breakfast prepared by the Military Aircraft Administration as if he had been struck by a nightmare.

It's already the fourth day, and Gu Mang has worshiped here for four days.Sleepless for four days and four nights may not be a big deal to Gu Shuai in the past. Gu Shuai has the most powerful spiritual core, which is enough to support him to burn light and heat like a torch for a long time.

But what is left of Gu Mang now?Just a broken body, a broken soul.

But he still has to hold on.

Mo Xi silently looked at Gu Mang from afar.

The ninth thousand and 160 one stele... the nine thousand and 160 two steles...

Gu Mang was kneeling, and he was counting for Gu Mang.

Soon.

It's almost over.

At noon, Gu Mang finally climbed to the front of Mo Xi's father's heroic monument again.He was like a little beggar who had rolled in a quagmire, his body was covered in mud, his face was dirty, his forehead was torn, and his knees were already bloody.But his eyes are surprisingly bright, and anyone who sees these eyes should not doubt his sincerity and crush his hopes.

Gu Mangzai kowtowed three times carefully.

ended.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and staggered to stand up straight, but because he had been kneeling for too long, he fell to the ground as soon as he stood up——

The expected pain didn't come.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and someone supported him and brought his muddy body into his arms. The smell on that person was very light, but it was the gardenia honey scent that Gu Mang was familiar with.Although the man tried his best to restrain himself, his hands were trembling slightly.

Gu Mang turned his head and saw Mo Xi's face.

Mo Xi has been enduring and tormenting in the dark, waiting with Gu Mang for the end of this apology.And the support after all this is over, he has been waiting for a long, long time.

Gu Mang looked at Mo Xi, then at Mo Xi's hand holding his arm. Slowly, an almost relaxed smile appeared on his dirty face, but his brows and eyes were suddenly curved, but the tears were hot The ground rolled down.

Gu Mang felt ashamed, so he wiped it carelessly. He wanted to speak, but after repeating "Gu Mang, the traitor, nothing can redeem his sins" tens of thousands of times, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't say anything else for a moment. Looking at him crying and laughing.

He was too stupid, and his damaged brain couldn't turn around, but he was anxious to express himself, so in a hurry, Gu Mang raised his hand and poked his chest.

"Do you understand... my heart? I didn't lie to you."

Gu Mang said every word with great clumsiness. He tried hard to grin, but the tears couldn't help but rolled down first.

"I did not lie."

"..."

"It's true... this time... it's all true..."

Mo Xi's soul was almost torn in half by selfishness and national hatred.He couldn't say anything, and in the end he just silently helped Gu Mang to the stone bench on the top of the mountain.

Gu Mang looked at the jade steles lined up on the mountain steps, and he murmured, "That's great, I've finished kneeling..."

The breeze on the top of the mountain is blowing gently.

"We can start over..."

At this moment, every word Gu Mang said seemed to be cutting Mo Xi's heart with a knife. He lowered his head and put down a bamboo rice pot on the stone bench. Brought, with spiritual power applied, the taste and warmth of the dishes can be well preserved in the pot.He brought out the food inside.

Instead of looking at Gu Mang, he whispered, "Let's eat first."

Thin porridge with straw mushrooms and lean meat, rice cakes, Dongpo stewed pork with a rich sauce that melts in your mouth, thin slices of cucumber with sweet noodle sauce, and a few soft steamed buns.

Mo Xi handed him the chopsticks.

Gu Mang didn't answer it, he stretched out his gray hand in embarrassment, and tried to rub it on his clothes, but found that it couldn't be wiped clean, so he sat in a daze in the distance.

Mo Xi sighed, took out his clean handkerchief, poured some water on it with a water diversion talisman, and said to Gu Mang, "Bring it here."

"Dirty……"

Mo Xi didn't say it a second time, he just pulled Gu Mang's hand over, and when his fingertips touched, he clearly felt Gu Mang's hand tremble in his palm.

Mo Xi lowered his eyes, and slowly and carefully wiped Gu Mang's hands with a handkerchief soaked in water.

In the end, those hands were clean, but his handkerchief, which was originally clean and spotless, was stained.

Mo Xi said, "Let's eat."

Gu Mang looked at the steamed buns and meat. He was really hungry and swallowed: "Can I eat meat and steamed buns without chopsticks?" He showed Mo Xi his hand that had just been wiped, "Look, Clean."

"..." Mo Xi took a glance, and the fine scars on his clean palms were even more glaring. He turned his gaze away and said, "Just once today."

Gu Mang nodded his head immediately, grabbed the steamed bun and took a big bite out of his hunger.

Mo Xi obviously stayed up all night without water or rice, but he still looked at him, and tried his best to say in a tone of indifference: "No one will grab it from you."

What responded to him was Gu Mang's unstoppable eating miserably, and a sob of unknown meaning from his mouth full of steamed buns.

Mo Xi's tone became softer again, and he said softly, "...you eat slowly."

What responded to him was another guttural sound of unknown meaning, stuck in the steamed buns and roasted pork.Counting that they haven't been alone so peacefully for a long time, Mo Xi really wanted to touch his head like in the past for a moment, but in the end he just raised his hand, and dropped his hand without touching it.

But it was just such a subtle movement, which was also noticed by Gu Mang. Gu Mang misunderstood what he meant, froze for a moment, stuffed a steamed bun in his mouth, but broke the remaining half with trembling hands.

Steam rushed up.

Gu Mang kept the small one for himself, and handed the big one to him. His cheeks were bulging, and his blue eyes were open as if they had been washed with water.

"Are you hungry too?"