A tattered scroll of Wang Jian was spread out on a small table, emitting a faint fluorescent light. It was like a dying man lying in a world of ice and snow, waiting for someone to hear the last bit of truth from his dying lips.
Jiang Yexue said, "Lord Xi He, I'll remind you one last time. You have to think carefully. The History Wang Jian is not like the Ancient Divine Mirror. In the end, it's just a worldly item. So if you insist on prying into its contents, then it will need your flesh and spiritual energy to fill in the gaps. "
"Or you can choose to wait. Jun Shang may not be able to find out that the History Wang Jian was stolen by you within a month. This way, you won't have to take the risk and everything will be safer. "
Mo Xie did not utter a word. His thick eyelashes, like a cloud of smoke, covered the light flowing in his eyes.
Eight years ago, when he saw Gu Mang fall into the lap of debauchery, he wanted to wait.
Wait for Gu Mang to pull himself together again, wait for time to slowly heal his wounds … but what did he wait for?
Time can't make a fallen pillar stand up again. It can only turn the once carved railings and jade buildings into broken walls and ruins.
"I've already made him wait for too long." Mo Xi said.
"…"
"Qingxu, let's begin."
Outside Xi He's residence.
Zhou He pressed one hand on the falcon at his waist, the other behind his back. Gu Mang was restrained by several attendants at the arcane table, standing beside Zhou He. Zhou He's gaze swept over the anxious people of Xi He's residence, swept over the sweating Housekeeper Li, swept over the gloomy Murong Lian, and the corner of his lips curled into a cold smile.
"No need to trouble you all to send me off. I'll take my leave."
Finished speaking, he was about to leave with Gu Mang.
Two hours had already passed and there was still no news from Mo Xi. Moreover, Jun Shang's imperial edict was indeed in the hands of Zhou He. It was written in black and white that the first place to test Gu Mang was Zhou He's court.
Even if the Murong Lian wanted to seek help from others, there was no room for negotiation.
Seeing that Gu Mang was about to be taken away by Zhou He, Butler Li's strong desire to live made him shout out, "Elder Zhou Zhou! Would you like to stay for another cup of tea? Xi He's residence has the thirty-year-old mother plant of Penglai Immortal Island, the Jasper Lake Flying Leaf. It was bestowed to my master by the late emperor as one of the conferring gifts! "
Housekeeper Li's gamble was not without reason.
Zhou He was a tea lover. It was said that it was because the daily affairs of the Swordplay Platform were too bloody. When things reached an extreme, they would move in the opposite direction. Other than digging out people's brains, Zhou He's favorite thing to do was to taste tea. Every year, as long as there were high-grade tea leaves in the auction house, the Zhou family would definitely send people to bid. This was something that the entire Chong Hua knew.
Sure enough, Zhou He's pupils shrank slightly when he heard about the Jasper Lake Flying Leaf.
Butler Li immediately struck while the iron was hot and said flatteringly, "This tea has been sealed for more than ten years. We don't serve ordinary guests. Only an expert like Elder Zhou is worthy of drinking it!"
"…" Zhou He's hand stroked the handle of the Falcon Sword. It was as if the joy of digging out people's brains and the joy of tasting tea were in a battle. However, in the end, the pervert still defeated the normal. Zhou He pursed his lips and raised his chin to signal the attendant, "No need. Take him away. "
"Yes!"
The attendant escorted Gu Mang and was about to stuff him into the Swordplay Platform's carriage. Butler Li looked like a dog who was afraid of being punished by his master for failing to guard the house. He held onto the door frame and was about to faint. But at this moment, the Murong Lian suddenly opened his mouth, "Wait."
Zhou He narrowed his eyes, "… Lord Wangshu, the imperial edict has been shown to you. What else do you have to say?"
The Murong Lian took a hard drag on his pipe and said, "You can take him away. But I'll make it clear. You can't go too far. I'm still waiting to use this body to train. If you use him until he's dead or disabled, then I can't do my training … "
He narrowed his eyes and knocked Zhou He's cheek with his pipe. He said coldly, "Then your Brother Lian will be very angry. Once your Brother Lian is angry, you won't be able to live so happily in Chong Hua anymore."
Zhou He sneered, "Murong Lian, you're shameless. You're only three months older than me. Where did you get the face to call yourself Brother Lian? "
The Murong Lian's response was to take a big drag on his pipe. Then he smiled and blew on Zhou He's face, "Brother, I like it. If you don't like it, ask your mother to stuff you back to be reborn again. If you were three months older than me, I would also call you Brother Lian."
"You –!"
"Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute." The Murong Lian suddenly raised a finger and shook it, "Don't talk about me first. Your Brother Lian suddenly thought of a good idea."
"…"
"Why don't we do this?" The Murong Lian bit his pipe and walked unsteadily to the front of the carriage, "Anyway, the Emperor's imperial edict has been given to you. Naturally, I can't stop you. You take him away first. I'll come to get him tomorrow. After all, I need to try the clues of the Black Demon. Is one night enough for you? "
"Not enough."
The Murong Lian suddenly narrowed his eyes. His pair of peach blossom eyes should have been filled with all kinds of emotions and tenderness. However, his pupils were slightly raised, and he was rolling his eyes. Inevitably, he looked a little fierce, "Little baby, don't think that you can be unscrupulous just because you have an imperial edict. You'll still have to stay in the Chong Hua in the future. "
Zhou He turned his pale glazed eyes, "Lord Wangshu, have you ever heard of a trial that only needs one night?"
The Murong Lian stared at the man. The water pipe in his hand was like a reflection of his mood. It was angrily smoking. Finally, the Murong Lian said, "… Okay. You don't have to give me a time limit. But at least, I have to make sure that this person still has a life waiting for me to use. "
Zhou He asked, "How do you want to make sure?"
The Murong Lian didn't answer. He stepped forward and rudely grabbed Gu Mang's bathrobe. He pulled him over and lazily glanced at him. He looked back at Zhou He and said, "I want to leave a tracking mark."
After he said that, he loosened a ring on his left hand. Under everyone's gaze, he cast a spell and then put it on Gu Mang's thumb.
The ring was embedded with a gem that glowed with a blue light. He couldn't tell what it was made of, but when Gu Mang put it on, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of panic, as well as an inexplicable throbbing.
"It's similar to the tracking spell that Fireball left on you." The Murong Lian grabbed Gu Mang's hand and looked at it for a while. Then, he nodded, "I cast a spell. No one can take it off at will. This way, whether you're dead or alive, I know in my heart. "
Rather than Gu Mang, these words seemed more like they were meant for Zhou He.
After he finished, he waved his hand in annoyance, "Okay, you brothers can all get lost."
Gu Mang lowered his head and stared at the sapphire blue ring on his left thumb. His eyebrows became more and more worried. He raised his head and looked at the Murong Lian in confusion, but he saw that the Murong Lian had already turned his back to him. He held the hookah and began to smoke fiercely again.
Gu Mang looked at his back. He felt that there must be a part of his missing memory related to this ring. He didn't know this part of the memory, but the Murong Lian seemed to know it very well.
But with his understanding of the Murong Lian, he didn't expect the Murong Lian to tell him.
But when he rubbed the sapphire ring, a familiar feeling uncontrollably welled up in his heart. Gu Mang even had a terrible intuition. He felt that this ring should have originally been his, and it was born to be with him.
Why did he have this intuition? What was the part of the memory related to it?
After Zhou He left, the Murong Lian stood in the same place and looked at the starry night. He slowly smoked a whole tube of Floating Life Like A Dream. After smoking this strong hallucinogen, his whole face seemed to be soaked in spring water. There was a kind of comfortable feeling between his eyebrows. But under this comfortable feeling, there seemed to be some kind of extremely twisted emotion.
When the smoke blew, that kind of emotion was suddenly blown away and gradually faded away.
"Li Wei."
"Ah, Lord Wangshu, what orders do you have?"
The Murong Lian stood with his back facing the lantern of the magistrate court and facing the endless dark night. The wooden hairpin in his hair and his flamboyant robe with gold embroidery seemed so out of place.
After a while, the Murong Lian turned his face, his eyes full of darkness.
"Is Mo Xi dead?"
"… What?"
"We couldn't find him for two hours. Is he dead, or are all of you in Xi He's mansion a bunch of ants?"
Li Wei hurriedly spoke for the master and the aggrieved servants in Xi He's mansion, "This … Lord Wangshu, you can't say that. You saw it when we were waiting just now. Almost a hundred transmission butterflies were released, but none of them could find the master. Also, the master is an important member of the Military Department. If he was in the Department, the transmission butterflies couldn't pass through the enchantment, and we couldn't enter the palace to find him … "
What he said was true, but the Murong Lian's face didn't improve at all.
He turned around with the pipe in his mouth and strolled over.
"In the entire imperial capital, where else can the transmission fey not reach at will except for the Royal City?"
"?" Li Wei was startled, "Lord Wangshu doesn't know?"
"Why should this king know such useless things?! Does this king usually need to send messages to anyone? "the Murong Lian said angrily," Speak! "
"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes." Li Wei said, "Apart from the Royal City, the Yin Prison, the Jiang Residence, the Murong Chuyi's crafting room can't reach at will …" He listed more than twenty places. In the end, his voice gradually became softer, and he glanced at the Murong Lian.
The Murong Lian asked curiously, "Why are you looking at me?"
Li Wei braced himself, "Lord Wangshu, there's also the brothel and brothel you opened …"
"…"
"And the Cultivation School."
The Murong Lian said, "Send people to these places to ask about Fireball's whereabouts, immediately."
"At this rate, I'm afraid it'll take until tomorrow morning …"
Meeting the Murong Lian's eyes, Li Wei's neck shrank, and he hurriedly said, "Check, check, check, I'll check right away."
After giving his orders, the Murong Lian tilted his head and pondered for a moment. It seemed like he was sifting through the twenty or so places that Li Wei had mentioned in his mind.
Finally, the Murong Lian turned around and ordered his subordinates, "Let's go."
"Lord, are you planning to return to the Shu Residence?"
"No." The Murong Lian stepped onto the satin stool and boarded the carriage, saying coldly, "Let's go to the Yin Prison first, then to the Cultivation School. It might not be convenient for them to go to these two places. I'll go. "
An hour later.
Jiang Yexue sat on a chair with a yellow sandalwood hat, his slender hands crossed over his knees as he stared intently at Mo Xi, who was sleeping next to Wang Jian.
The lights in the room weren't very bright, but he could clearly see that a fiery red stream of spiritual energy was flowing out of Mo Xi's chest, wrapping around Wang Jian's tattered body. His spiritual energy stream seemed to be the link that connected the damaged parts of the scroll, making Wang Jian less dilapidated.
It had already been a while. Jiang Yexue raised his hand and looked at the leak-drop device in his palm. Mo Xi had already fallen into a deep slumber for over a quarter of an hour.
Following the great loss of Mo Xi's spiritual energy, Wang Jian had already completely recovered. Presumably, Mo Xi's spirit should be able to start reading the information recorded in the scroll by now.
But at this moment, there was a sudden rough knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Jiang Yexue frowned slightly. "Who is it?"
The Murong Lian's voice came from outside. "Damn cripple, come out and open the door!"
"…" Jiang Yexue glanced at the stolen Wang Jian and the sleeping Mo Xi on the table and said, "It's late at night. It's inconvenient for me to meet the Lord Wangshu. Please —"
"Bang!" The Murong Lian kicked the door open.
Separated by flying dust and against the moonlight, the two stared at each other. But the Murong Lian's gaze didn't stay on Jiang Yexue for too long. The two flickering lights quickly passed Jiang Yexue and scanned the entire room. Then, without saying anything, they rushed into the bedroom.
After a round, they didn't see anyone.
The Murong Lian returned to the main hall and asked, "Mo Xi isn't here?"
Jiang Yexue's expression didn't change. Although he looked calm and composed, his slender white fingers had already locked onto the most secret mechanism of the wheelchair's armrest.
Jiang Yexue smiled faintly. "Why is he here? If the Lord Wangshu wants to find the Lord Xi He, he can just ask me. Why do you have to barge in? "
But with the Murong Lian's temperament, he was used to being unreasonable. If he could kick a door, he wouldn't push it. If he could push it, he wouldn't knock it. In addition, he didn't like Jiang Yexue to begin with. Naturally, he wouldn't be polite to him. He glared at Jiang Yexue and said angrily, "This is my dog. I put it in his residence for foster care. Now, the dog has been caught by Zhou He for the Black Demon Trial. Do you think I should settle this with him?"
Jiang Yexue's eyes narrowed.
"Gu Mang has been taken away by the Executioner?"
The Murong Lian didn't want to repeat himself. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why can't I find Mo Xi anywhere … Could it be that he's really in the Military Council's secret room?"
Of course, Mo Xi wasn't in the Military Council's secret room.
He was still lying next to the Chief Historian, Wang Jian, just a few feet away from Jiang Yexue and the Murong Lian. However, Jiang Yexue's bamboo hut was full of traps. The moment the Murong Lian broke in, Jiang Yexue had already activated the illusion in the hall. Therefore, although Mo Xi was still in the same place, the Murong Lian couldn't see him.
"… Okay. If you see him, tell him for me." The Murong Lian took a big drag of his cigarette and spat it out. He looked perverse. "I'm leaving."
"I won't see you out."
The Murong Lian left. Jiang Yexue turned his wheelchair to the door and closed it. Then, he moved back to Mo Xi's side. The room was very quiet. He stared at Mo Xi for a while. Then, he put his hand on Mo Xi's carotid artery and frowned slightly.
Mo Xi had already entered the state of reading. If he was forcefully pulled out at this moment, the situation would only become more dangerous. He could only wait and not intervene.
He put down his hand, his eyes gloomy.
As for Gu Mang … Could he hold on until Mo Xi woke up from his exploration?
The author had something to say:
Zhou He: The Murong Lian took advantage of me and called me 'baby'.
Elder A: The Murong Lian also took advantage of me and called me 'sweetheart'.
Elder B: The Murong Lian also called me 'sweetheart', 'little glutinous rice'. He's really shameless!
Elder C: The Murong Lian's biggest hobby is to take advantage of others. He even called himself 'Benwang', 'Brother Lian', 'Big Brother Me'. I don't know where he got his shamelessness from.
Ah Lian: Of course I'm shameless. My face is too beautiful. I wake up every day because of my handsomeness. Everyone in the world is my younger brother.
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