After Mo Xi returned home, he went into seclusion for three consecutive days.
People had many conjectures about what had happened. Everyone had different opinions. Everyone was curious about what kind of conversation Mo Xie had with Jun Shang when he went to the palace that day. Even though he had committed such a huge mistake, Jun Shang did not punish him. Instead, he grounded him for three days and ended the matter so carelessly.
But no one could know the truth.
During these three days, Jiang Fuli didn't leave Xi He's residence. Gu Mang's injury was too serious, and he had to treat him in seclusion. Everyone was asked to leave and no one was allowed to go near the treatment room.
On the third day.
Sunlight shone through the window lattice. As time went by, the ink-black shadow slowly shone on the ground. Mo Xi sat in front of the sandalwood desk and looked at a stack of letters in front of him.
Mo Xi had read this stack of letters countless times in the past few days. They were the reports that Gu Mang had sent to Jun Shang from Liao Country over the years. Jun Shang had always carried them in his Qiankun bag.
In the past five years, there was a thick stack of letters. The ink stains on the earliest letters had faded, and the latest ones had yellowed.
The only thing that didn't change was the running script. It was the handwriting that Mo Xi was very familiar with. The strokes were slightly slanted, and it was a little messy. The end of the brush was slightly curled out of habit.
"Jun Shang, I have already entered Liao Country. The national advisor of Liao Country is very cautious. But now that everything is fine, there is no need to worry. Greetings to Jun Shang. "
"Jun Shang, Liao Country is planning to attack Lan City in the north of Chong Hua after the autumn harvest. There are many people in Lan City. I hope that Jun Shang will take care of the people and prepare early."
"Jun Shang, I am stationed in Tiandang Mountain with Liao Country. Now that I am the commander of Liao Country, killing on the battlefield is inevitable. Seven days later, when we attack Lan City, we will fight against Chong Hua. This is a helpless move. I apologize first and kneel down. "
There was even a letter from Gu Mang to His Majesty after the Battle of Dongting.
The handwriting on that letter was more sloppy than any of the previous ones. Even the tip of the pen was trembling. It seemed that when Gu Mang was writing it, he was unable to calmly write each stroke neatly because of his agitation. Through the words of the letter, one could see his anxiety at that time.
"A knife to the heart, I have no other choice. Marshal Mo is too naive and stubborn. I hope that Monarch will take good care of him. In addition, this Gu has a request. Marshal Mo and I have a deep brotherly relationship. I'm afraid I can't face Marshal Mo again in the future … "
Every time Mo Xi read this, he could not help but imagine how Gu Mang felt when he wrote this letter. In the end, he only felt that it was too painful and he could not help himself.
He flipped through the letters one by one. Other than reporting the military situation of the Burning Nation and describing the Black Magic, the most common letter he saw was Gu Mang reporting how many people he had killed and how many cities he had destroyed after the battle. Rather than saying that he was apologizing to Jun Shang, it would be better to say that he was calculating a life debt.
In the fifth year.
Gu Mang suddenly stopped calculating. He probably finally realized that no matter how he calculated, no matter how he counted, those people had truly died by his hands. He could not redeem anything.
He only wrote a small sentence at the end of each letter, where he signed his name, "Sinner Gu Mang, kowtows again."
Mo Xi stroked the handwriting curled up in the corner. Sinner Gu Mang … he stroked and stroked. Just like that, tears flowed down, dripping onto the four words of self-abasement and self-blame.
Then he flipped to the last letter.
In that letter, Gu Mang wrote a few simple lines. He clearly explained why Jun Shang insisted on using him for the Black Magic Trial.
Gu Mang wrote: "Five years ago, when I first entered the Burning Nation, I tempered my body, poured wolf blood, and carved the Black Magic Curse on my bones. However, five years ago, my mind gradually became chaotic, and I became more and more uncontrollable. I can already sense the Burning Nation's intentions. Not long after, they will separate my consciousness, destroy my memories, and then send me back to Chong Hua as a gift for peace. This Gu's body is like a speck of dust. This body is stained with blood. Jun Shang does not need to waste time on healing me. If Jun Shang really sympathizes with the pain I have suffered, please take me into the Heavenly Prison and dissect me for the Trial. This is so that you can find a way to destroy the Black Magic of the Burning Nation. If so, my wish is fulfilled. "
At the end of the letter, there was still a line of extremely humble words.
— —
Sinner Gu Mang, kowtows again.
In the Vermillion Bird Palace, Jun Shang's last words were still by his ear: "Fireball, do you know how this Monarch felt when he saw this letter?"
"In the first letter five years ago, he told this Monarch that the Burning Nation was making things difficult for him. However, everything had already settled down and this Monarch did not need to worry. However, five years later, he sensed what the Burning Nation might do to him. Only then did he tell this Monarch the truth of the past. So the 'making things difficult' he said was actually to temper his body, and the Black Magic was carved into his bones. "
"Do you understand now? The reason why the Burning Nation sent him back was because the Black Magic Curse and Demon Blood Pressure in Gu Mang's body could not be maintained. No one knew what would happen to Gu Mang after his consciousness was completely swallowed by the Black Magic. No one dared to kill this mutated Black Magic Body, so they sent him back to Chong Hua. "
Jun Shang paused, and then continued.
"Fireball, this Monarch had no other choice. Even though the Black Magic Trials were cruel, this was the only way this Monarch could think of to save him. Otherwise, when the Black Magic Aura in Gu Mang's body erupts, no matter if it was the Chong Hua or Gu Mang, it would be irreversible …"
Someone knocked on the half-closed door. Mo Xi suddenly came back to his senses from his painful memories. He raised his hand and quickly wiped away the traces of tears that had yet to dry. He put away the letter, and then said: "Come in."
Li Wei came in.
These days, only he could enter this room without being chased out. Li Wei said: "Master, good news! He has been saved! "
Mo Xi was startled. He immediately stood up and wanted to run out. Li Wei hurriedly said: "He is still sleeping. Pharmacist Jiang ordered us not to wake him up. Also, Pharmacist Jiang is waiting for you in the backyard. He said he has something to discuss with you. "
In the backyard of Xi He's residence, beside the lotus pond, Jiang Fuli sat leaning against a pavilion pillar. He looked at the pond full of lotus flowers in full bloom. Light and shadow flowed in the depths of his eyes that others could not understand. He seemed to be thinking about something that confused him. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
Mo Xi walked through the winding corridor and came to his side: "Pharmacist Jiang."
Perhaps it was because the three days of treatment had been too tiring, or for some other reason, but Jiang Fuli did not immediately come back to his senses. Instead, he stared blankly at the swimming fish in the lotus pond.
"… Pharmacist Jiang?"
After calling him a second time, Jiang Fuli seemed to wake up from a dream: "Oh, it's you. You're here. "
At this moment, Mo Xi only had Gu Mang in his heart, so he did not pay attention to Jiang Fuli's abnormality. Instead, he asked: "How is my senior?"
Jiang Fuli said: "It's a little complicated. You don't have to be too nervous. Sit down and I'll tell you."
Mo Xi was really restless, but Jiang Fuli looked like he was too lazy to speak if he did not sit down. He had no choice but to sit opposite Jiang Fuli.
Jiang Fuli said: "Let me ask you first. Before Zhou He went through the Hei Mo Trial, did Gu Mang recover most of his memory?"
He asked directly, and Mo Xi did not deny it.
"I don't involve myself in politics and have no intention of asking about other things. Don't worry. I'm just curious. He lost two souls. Logically speaking, his memory should not have recovered to that extent. What did you experience on Bat Island? What caused him to become like this? "
Mo Xi answered: "The Mirror of Time."
Jiang Fuli was silent for a moment: "No wonder. Then I understand. "
"I'll explain it to you like this, Lord Xi He. The Mirror of Time can indeed recover Gu Mang's consciousness and memory, but the human soul can't be replaced. The Mirror of Time can only 'flash back', not really recover. "
"Flash back …"
"That's right." Jiang Fuli said, "It's like the final radiance of the setting sun. It won't last for too long. After a month or two, the memories returned by the Mirror of Time will all disappear." He paused and continued: "Sorry, even I can't reverse it."
In fact, Mo Xi had already expected this. When Shan Gao used the Mirror of Time technique, she had once said that she wanted to 'flash back' Gu Mang's memory. At that time, he was already concerned about Shan Gao's words. But when he heard the confirmation from Jiang Fuli, his heart sank.
Mo Xi lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice: "I understand … Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me for taking someone else's money. Gu Mang's other injuries are no longer a problem. He just needs to rest and he will recover slowly. But I have to remind you of something. " As Jiang Fuli spoke, his expression suddenly became serious. "His spirit can't take any more big shocks."
Mo Xi's heart suddenly clenched. He asked: "Is he still unwell?"
"How can he be unwell?" Jiang Fuli stretched out three fingers and put them in front of Mo Xi. "First, his soul is incomplete. Second, he was forced to flash back a memory by the Mirror of Ancient Gods. Third, Zhou He cut open his brain … Let me tell you this, Lord Xi He, your Senior Apprentice-Brother Gu is really extraordinarily strong. If it were anyone else, they would have collapsed and gone crazy after suffering any one of the three. "
Every time he said something, he bent a finger. When all three of his fingers were bent, even a proud person like Jiang Fuli couldn't help but sigh: "He suffered three, but he didn't lose himself."
A cool breeze blew across the lotus pond, making the water ripple.
Jiang Fuli turned to look at the wrinkled surface of the pond and whispered: "Actually, as a doctor, I'm very curious. I don't know what kind of spiritual obsession can make him so indestructible."
"…"
After a moment of silence, his almond-shaped eyes looked at the fishes swimming in the lotus pond.
Suddenly, Jiang Fuli said: "Lord Xi He, let me ask you, Gu Mang is actually a spy sent by Chong Hua to the Liao Kingdom, right?"
Mo Que suddenly raised his head and stared at him. Jiang Fuli had probably used up three days of energy and was really too tired. He leaned lazily against the pillar of the pavilion, his face turned sideways and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the rippling lotus pond. He said slowly: "Don't worry, I didn't use the treatment to pry into his heart. Moreover, his spiritual power is so strong. Even if I gave him the Water of Confession, what he said might not be the truth. I'm just asking casually because I feel that way. You don't have to answer me. "
Mo Xi's throat was extremely bitter. After a while, he said: "You … Why do you think so?"
"It's very simple."
Jiang Fuli said: "A traitor who can't take the blow and falls into the path of revenge will never have the kind of willpower he has. I don't have any evidence, and I have no intention of getting involved in the court's affairs. But as a doctor, I can already confirm that he is not a bad person. "
The sunlight floated in Jiang Fuli's eyes, polishing his face so that it was no longer as unruly and unyielding as usual. Jiang Fuli looked like he was sighing, but he also looked a little gentle.
And his gentle look vaguely made Mo Xi feel that he had met him before.
"Take good care of him, Lord Xi He. His Divine Sense is now as fragile as a cracked ice surface. If he suffers a fourth mental injury … "Jiang Fuli paused and said solemnly," He will lose his mind. At that time, unless we can find his two pieces of soul, even the Daluo Immortals won't be able to save him. "
It was nighttime.
The Wu Gou was suspended in the sky, and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. The Milky Way was like a long sword that was floating like a dragon, flashing and flowing in the dark blue night sky.
On this night, many people in Chong Hua City had their own worries and difficulties.
In the palace, the Emperor was wrapped in a fox fur coat and curled up in the soft tent of the Vermilion Bird Palace. His eyes were closed, and he was stroking the Bodhi Pearl Bracelet on his wrist.
In the Yue Mansion, Murong Chuyi walked to Yue Chenqing's bedroom. After hesitating for a long time, he finally raised his hand and knocked on the door. But after waiting for a while, there was still no response, so he gently pushed the door open. He saw that there was an unextinguished lamp inside. The pillows and the desk were neat and tidy. Yue Chenqing was not among them. At this time, a servant came in and told him that Yue Chenqing had gone to Jiang Yexue to learn skills. Murong Chuyi did not speak. After a long time, he closed his eyes.
In the Medicine Master's Mansion, Jiang Fuli was in a hurry to pack his luggage, saying that he was going on a long journey. His wife stood by the door, as if she wanted to say something, but did not.
In the Wangshu Mansion, the Murong Lian lay on the bamboo couch in the courtyard and breathed in the dreamlike smoke. The smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth and blew towards the paulownia flowers in full bloom. The Murong Lian bit his pipe and looked at his fingers in a daze. His eyes were sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
In the Xi He Mansion.
After going through so many twists and turns and bloody storms, everything finally returned to a temporary peace. Gu Mang lay on the big bed in the master bedroom, covered with a thin blanket. He had not yet woken up. Mo Xi asked the servants to leave. He was the only one who stayed by the bed.
He was very patient. He did not mind that Gu Mang had slept for too long or that Gu Mang had occupied his bed. That was what he had promised to give to Gu Mang.
"I promised to give you a home." Mo Xi held his hand and pulled it to his lips. He kissed it gently. "I'm sorry, Senior Brother. I kept you waiting for too long."
The person on the bed lay down obediently. Her thick eyelashes drooped down, blocking his eyes like a small fan. At this time, he did not need to pretend anymore. He did not need to endure anymore. He did not need to rack his brains. He looked so tired and thin. Mo Xi stared at the person in front of him. He could not remember how his Brother Gu Mang used to be healthy, strong, and bright. Time had destroyed him too much.
Mo Xi lowered his head and buried his face. He rested his forehead on Gu Mang's cool palm and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, you are home now."
Warm tears flowed down his cheeks and soaked Gu Mang's palm.
As if awakened by such murmurs and deep emotions, after a few moments of silence, Gu Mang's fingertips moved slightly and he opened his eyes.
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