The pain was like a crack in the ground, exploding from his heart and spreading to his whole body.
In Wang Jian's History, Mo Xi knelt on one knee and tried his best to support himself, but he suddenly coughed up blood.
The Yin Prison in front of him was already damaged, leaving only a blurry light and shadow. Or perhaps it was not the light and shadow that was blurred, but his vision. Wang Jian was constantly seizing his spiritual energy and tearing his flesh and blood. The pain of his soul and the suffering of his body were like a torrent of seawater pouring into his lungs.
Wang Jian's cold voice sounded again, hovering and echoing in his ears.
"The scroll is damaged, and the page is greatly damaged. If you insist on reading it, you will be seriously injured …"
Seriously injured …
What was seriously injured? What kind of serious injury would be more painful than the truth?
He was obviously a loyal official with a mission, but he had to be buried deep in the dirty quagmire and couldn't get out.
He obviously knew the whole truth, but he had to swallow it with broken teeth and blood.
He obviously wanted to warm the fire of the world, but he had to step on it step by step, extinguish it, and crush it into ashes.
He had just acknowledged an elder brother …
Mo Xi coughed up blood, suppressing the broken sobs in his throat. His eyelashes trembled, and tears came out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks — he almost collapsed. At that time, Gu Mang … what was his mood?
He had just acknowledged an elder brother, but in this life, he had only called him elder brother once, and he had to send him to the gallows. He knew that his elder brother was innocent and wronged, but he couldn't redress it and couldn't reveal the truth.
When Gu Mang smiled and kowtowed to Lu Zhanxing, what was his feeling …
In this world, what kind of serious injury could be more painful than the sorrow of being a spy?
What he knew could not be said, what he loved could not be said.
His hands … were stained with the blood of his comrade.
Seeing the tigers and wolves around him wreaking havoc on the land he was guarding, he still had to laugh and say it was very satisfying!
Hearing the cries of the people of his motherland, the cries of the babies, and the roars of the soldiers, he still had to wear an indestructible mask. He couldn't shed a single tear, he couldn't show any mercy, he couldn't show any hesitation or sadness.
What kind of mood would that be …
His Gu Mang, his Senior Martial Brother Gu, the Chong Hua's Gu Shuai, was clearly a person who would work hard to hold the Book of War and memorize every nameless soldier.
He used to be so gentle, so kind, so smiley, so precious and respected every life.
In the past, he couldn't even bear to hurt a flower on the battlefield, but he wanted to use the knife in his hand to personally stab into the flesh and blood of the living. Wasn't he gouging out his own heart?!
Mo Que coughed up blood as he slowly staggered forward. His surroundings were already filled with chaotic darkness. Only a cluster of dim light shone at the far end of the horizon.
He knew that it was the next memory that Wang Jian would carry.
He walked forward.
With each step, it was like an invisible hand was tearing at his lungs and the filth, crazily grabbing blood and zhenqi from his body. His spiritual power had already been swallowed up by Wang Jian, and there wasn't much left. But that light source was still so far away from him.
It was as far away as the eight-year Gu Mang, carrying a small tattered cloth bag with his adopted brother's head in it. In the dusk, under the sorrowful falling of the old beggar's lotus flowers, he sang and walked away.
"Today's gold is scattered, who will regain it? Friends are separated from the pack, hunting dogs are cooked. Eating no porridge during the day and sleeping no sleep at night, I end up singing lotus flowers on the streets. Who can endure the two halves of a lifetime? Don't blame your parents, don't blame the heavens. If I had known earlier that I would encounter such a bumpy road, I would have regretted the demons that day. Now that there is nothing I can do, I try to persuade others to give up on me! "
So … that figure wasn't the figure of a traitor.
It was the farewell of a hero.
Gu Mang stood on the Chong Hua Bridge and turned his head to look at the imperial capital's city gate. He murmured. He knew that he was going to fight a battle that no one would support. He was going to fight a bloody battle.
He knew that he was going to hell.
He said softly, "Let's go."
Then he carefully took the only thing his homeland could give him — the cold flatbread that the old beggar had given him. He lowered his head and walked towards his 70,000 dead brothers.
Gu Mang … Gu Mang …
Can you stop walking … Why can't I catch up to you …
Mo Xi walked step by step towards the light source, tears rolling down his face. It was like there were countless reflections dancing in the darkness around him, mocking him, cursing him, and stabbing the viciousness of the past into his bones and blood.
"Traitor!"
"Do you know how dirty you are …"
"What you want is revenge! For the sake of your ambition, for the sake of your comrades, for the sake of your future, you don't care about the blood of others! "
It's not …
It's not.
Don't scold him, don't scold him, he's innocent …!!!
Mo Xi was almost driven crazy by the crazy reflections in the darkness. He couldn't even feel the pain of Wang Jian's heart being torn apart. He just wanted to go back to the river of time and tell his past self that it wasn't true. The truth wasn't like this.
Gu Mang … he never thought about revenge. He never had any ambition.
He just wanted to protect the 70,000 tombstones and the last dignity of being born with his brothers.
He just wanted to see the mountains and rivers bloom again after the Chong Hua melts, and the peach blossoms bloom again. He just wanted … he just wanted to see the just and peaceful world that Jun Shang had promised him on the golden platform. He wanted to see it take root and sprout on their bodies that had already been trampled into dust. He wanted to see the new replace the old, the beauty replace the blood, the right replace the wrong, and joy replace sorrow.
He just wanted to see heroes come from different backgrounds. He wanted to see a pot of wine placed in front of the martyrs' tombstones and peace.
He didn't have the slightest bit of hatred …
He just wanted to bring his brothers back home.
Mochime staggered towards the light, step by step. It was as if with every step he took, he could get a little closer to the Gu Shuai from eight years ago.
It was too painful …
The spiritual energy flow was drained, but he didn't stop. Wang Jian went to absorb the energy in his spiritual nucleus, as if he wanted to split his heart into pieces. But he didn't feel this heart-breaking pain. He wanted to …
Just this thought made his tears fall like rain.
He wanted to know if this was how Gu Mang felt when his spiritual nucleus was destroyed.
His little martial brother, who was actually very afraid of pain, was very soft, and cried easily, was he in ten or twenty times more pain than he was now? He was already in so much pain, but he still had to endure the supercilious looks and misunderstandings of his comrades. No one cared about him, no one took care of him, and no one knew what he had sacrificed.
No one knew what kind of expression the smiling Gu Shuai had when he turned around and left the Chong Hua.
"Gu Mang …" While trying his best to move forward, Mo Xi actually had hallucinations.
He saw Gu Mang, who was wearing a Chong Hua military uniform, walking out from the faint light. He was smiling, and behind him were Lu Zhanxing and the phantoms of his brothers who died in battle, Zhao Sheng, Wei Ping, and Luo Xiaochuan … They were all around him. Gu Mang looked very happy. He was cleaner, more handsome, and high-spirited than Mo Xi had ever seen him.
Mo Que walked towards them. Gu Mang seemed to see him. There was a flash of surprise in his black eyes, but it eventually spread to the ends of his long eyes. However, it was a brilliant smile. He smiled openly, without the slightest hint of pain or gloom in his eyes. He reached out his hand to Mo Xi and said, "Shidi, don't cry. It's okay …"
"You see, this is my life's dream. I hope that one day, whether it's the Chong Hua or the Xiuzhen Continent, everything will become the right way. Don't laugh at me for being too naive and idealistic. I know that things will always get better, just like the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass … My Princess, you have to believe me. Look at your Brother Gu Mang. When has he ever lied to you? "
— These were the words he said to the young Mo Xi when he was lying by the river in the school.
Her voice came from the mortal world, her cheeks were already wet with tears.
The flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass.
You have to believe me.
My Royal Highness.
Because … if you don't believe me either …
The light suddenly dimmed, and Gu Mang's figure blurred. His military uniform became snow-white slave clothes, and there was a black hook around his neck. The phantoms of Lu Zhanxing and the others scattered behind him like snowflakes.
Gu Mang knelt down in the dark night. His hands were stained with blood, and he curled up like a lone beast.
If you don't believe me, I'll really be fighting alone.
I'll really be alone.
Believe me …
The figure shrank smaller and smaller, and became more and more stooped. Suddenly, Moxie ran towards him like a madman without a care in the world. Moxie exclaimed.
"Gu Mang!!"
Gu Mang.
I believe you … I believe you when you said that the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass … Can you come back? Can you not walk down this dark road?
It had been 33 years.
His Brother Gu had been a slave for more than 20 years, a traitor for five years, and a captive for three years.
Counting carefully, he didn't even have a good day.
At this time, Mo Xi finally understood that Gu Mang had never thought about himself. He had never thought about where he would be after the flowers bloomed, the rain stopped, and the winter was over. He was covered in dirt and his hands were stained with blood.
And he had once said to such a selfless and selfless commander — — — — -
"You don't care about more people's blood!"
How could Gu Mang not care about more people's blood?
When he was forced to kill the first Chong Hua citizen.
He had probably buried himself in his heart.
The light at the end of Wang Jian swayed. Gu Mang got up and walked further and further away. He couldn't catch up. He started to hear Jiang Yexue's voice, which seemed to come from across the mountains and seas, calling him:
"Mo Xi! Mo Xi!! "
"…"
"Wake up! If you continue to force yourself, your spirit core will shatter!! Mo Xi!!! "
Gu Mang's illusion in Wang Jian suddenly stopped. He turned his head: "Mo Xi … stop chasing."
His snow-white and thin clothes fluttered gently in the wind. His long black hair hung down beside his thin cheeks. After so many years, he had gone from a commander who could rally hundreds of people to a traitor who was hated by everyone. He had lost a lot of weight and was much more haggard. He was no longer as healthy as he used to be. Even the color of his pupils had changed.
But that pair of eyes that had experienced countless deaths and bloodshed, hiding countless secrets and sorrows, were still so bright and gentle. In the deepest pain, there was the most tenacious hope.
Gu Mang said: "Stop chasing. Everyone has their own path. I've already chosen the path I want to take … it's not an easy path. But I know it's right. "
"Gu Mang …"
"It's right, so I don't regret it."
Gu Mang's clothes fluttered in the wind. Gradually, his entire body was blown away like crushed petals. Gu Mang finally smiled at him. That smile was as bright as the first golden winter jasmine in spring bravely poking its head out of the winter snow.
It was as if he was saying: Look, I didn't lie to you.
Spring will come.
Spring has already come.
Suddenly, a strong force pushed him out of the darkness — Gu Mang's illusion in Wang Jian was still in front of him. It hadn't dissipated yet, but he had completely returned to Jiang Yexue's mansion.
He didn't come back to his senses. Blood flowed from his cracked skin and from the corners of his lips, but he didn't feel any pain. He heard Jiang Yexue calling him anxiously and transferring spiritual power to his heart meridian.
But he couldn't feel anything.
He opened his eyes wide and didn't blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, the remnant of that smile would completely disappear. Tears flowed down his bloodstained face and into his hair.
"Mo Quenching …" Jiang Yexue couldn't help but choke on her sobs. "Why … did you have to …" Mo Quenching Mo Quenching Mo Quenching Mo Quenching Mo Quenching?
Mo Xi didn't answer. It was as if his soul had already died.
After a long time, his lips moved. He gently pulled his hand back from Jiang Yexue's palm.
"Mo Xi …?"
Mo Xi struggled. He was already in this state. He didn't know what was supporting him, but he was still able to get off the bed. He struggled to stand up and walked towards the door.
Jiang Yexue saw that he was on the verge of collapse but still stubbornly walked forward. He couldn't help but turn as pale as paper. "Where are you going?"
"…" Mo Xi paused and said, "Home."
He wanted to go home to see Gu Mang … He wanted to go back to tell the Gu Mang who had actually recovered his memories the truth … He wanted to rush back …
He wanted to rush back and say, "Wait for me eight years ago."
He wanted to add, "I believe in you eight years later."
"I'm sorry …"
"I won't let you be alone again."
"Whether it's darkness or infamy, I'll go through it with you. I'll … bear it with you …"
"He's no longer in Xi He's residence!" The sudden voice was like a clap of thunder.
Mo Xi suddenly turned around.
Jiang Yexue's expression became even worse. It seemed like he couldn't decide whether to say it or not. But in the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "… When you were reading the script, the Murong Lian came."
"…"
"Gu Mang has been taken away by the operating table."
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