When Gu Mang heard that he really had a cousin who would come to see him the day after tomorrow, he couldn't help but be surprised and pleasantly surprised.
Ever since his mind was damaged, he rarely showed such obvious happiness, so much so that he seemed to be in a much better state of mind.
Throughout the day, he asked Mo Xi from time to time, "Mo Xi, what kind of person is my cousin?"
Mo Xi wanted to give him a little more hope, and also didn't want to say too much, so he only said, "You'll know when you see him."
"Oh …"
He sat in the guest room of the inn and played with the bamboo dragonfly for a while, then turned his head and asked, "Then what should I say to him when I see him?"
"You can say whatever you want, there are no rules."
"Then what will you say when you see him?"
"… I don't have a cousin." Mo Xi put down the book in his hand, looked at Gu Mang's round blue eyes, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, he's your brother, not your enemy."
Gu Mang looked much more at ease. But not long after, he looked at his clothes, ran to the bronze mirror and carefully looked at himself, then ran back to Mo Xi and pulled Mo Xi's sleeve, "Clothes."
"Hmm?"
"I want to change into new clothes. This way, my cousin will be happy. "
Mo Xi almost laughed, "Are you going to propose marriage?"
"What's a proposal?"
"… I'm just kidding." Mo Xi got up and said to Gu Mang, "Have a good rest in the inn, there's a defensive barrier around the inn, it's very safe. I'll go buy you a new set of clothes. "
Gu Mang nodded repeatedly.
It wasn't difficult to pick out clothes for Gu Mang, Mo Xi knew his waist size very well, and soon came out with a paper bag from the best ready-made clothes store in Lin 'an.
Back at the inn, he handed the paper bag to Gu Mang and said, "Go and change into it, do you like it?"
The robe was pure white, embroidered with faint cloud patterns with snow silkworms and ice silk, the style was simple and elegant. Gu Mang had always been good at close combat, he used to like to wear tight clothes with narrow sleeves, but after he became a captive, he didn't have any good clothes, so he had never worn such a wide sleeved warlock robe with silver flowing light.
He carefully walked out from behind the screen, afraid that he would step on the hem of the robe. Then he stood in front of Mo Xi, his blue eyes filled with uneasiness.
"It feels … a bit strange."
He still had a loose bun, his hair's hair's hair, his cheeks, which made him look very white, and his eyes, clear and bright. After changing into such a set of clothes, it was indeed possible to see some similarities between him and Murong Chuyi.
Mochime said gently, "It's beautiful. You're just not used to it."
Mang was surprised surprised look look, "really? It looks good? "
"Yes." Mo Xi smiled, "Just wear it and get used to it."
Gu Mang nodded happily, but not long after, he seemed to have thought of something and ran behind the screen to change out of the snowy fur coat. He carried it out with both hands.
"What's wrong?" Mo Xi was surprised, "you don't like it?"
Gu Mang said, "it'll get dirty." As he spoke, he carefully folded the clothes and lifted the brown oiled paper on the table. Suddenly, he fanned his eyelashes and blew on it carefully. Then, he wrapped it up again and patted it solemnly. "I'll wear it the day after tomorrow."
Although the devil's breath had invaded his mind, his desire for kinship seemed to be engraved in his bones, always there.
Mo Xi watched him put the paper bag with the robe on the bedside, and after a while, he hid it under the pillow. After a while, he took it out and peeked at it again. He reached out and touched the cloth carefully, showing an uncertain and expectant look.
After busying himself with the oiled paper bag for the whole night, the bamboo dragonflies he bought before all lost his favor. Even when it was time to sleep, Gu Mang still seemed to be worried, and asked in a low voice every once in a while,
"Mo Xi, does cousin wear this kind of robe?"
"Yes. He likes this the most. "
"Mo Xi, is cousin good-looking?"
"Since he's your cousin, how can he be ugly?"
"Mo Xi, tomorrow is the day after tomorrow. I have to wait for one more day. Can't I see him tomorrow? "
"He has something to deal with tomorrow. When he's done, he can come over with peace of mind."
"Okay, then let him deal with it. Don't worry."
"Yes."
"Mo Xi …"
Gu Mang seemed to want to talk more about his brother, but he was really sleepy. He yawned and finally muttered Mo Xi's name. Before he could say anything else, he fell asleep in a daze.
The next day, Gu Mang was still curled up in bed, but Mo Xi woke up early. The busiest time in a city was the morning and night markets. Mo Xi planned to inquire about the legend of the rebirth technique, but after asking around, he found that the citizens were not very interested in cultivation. They knew very well where the vegetables and tofu were the freshest and cheapest, but they didn't know about the great cultivator hermits near Lin 'an.
Mo Xi was not surprised by this result. If it was so easy to find out about great hermits, they wouldn't be called hermits.
He didn't know anything about the rebirth technique, but the enthusiastic old lady told him which shop had the best breakfast. Mo Xi went there. As expected, the shop was surrounded by a group of people.
He picked a corner seat and sat down. He said to the waiter with a white handkerchief on his shoulder, "Please give me one of your specialty breakfast dishes."
The waiter said energetically, "Okay!"
It sounded like Mo Xi's way of ordering was very wasteful, but it wasn't. There were only a few dishes in the breakfast shop. For an adult man, ordering all of them wouldn't be too much. The cook was very fast. After a while, the dishes were served one after another. The fresh meat wonton soup was thin and fine, the prawn braised wheat was tender and plump, the osmanthus balls were soft and sweet, the fried eel noodle soup was smooth and rich, and the crispy crispy fish was dipped in vinegar. The vinegar removed the grease and enhanced the taste of the fish. There was also the deep-fried juniper that was only made in Lin 'an City. The snow-white dough was as thin as a cicada's wing and wrapped around two crispy deep-fried dough sticks. It was flattened on a small stove. Tender spring onions were placed on top of it and a thick sweet sauce was applied. The deep-fried dough sticks were crispy and the sauce was sweet.
After Mo Xi tasted them one by one, he ordered a few more dishes according to Gu Mang's taste and asked the waiter to put them in bowls and take them away.
While he was drinking the soup noodles and waiting, he suddenly heard the people at the table next to him talking about the Yue Clan while eating.
A woman said, "This morning, the Yue Juntian led a group of people from the Yue Clan to the Hun Tian Cave in the outskirts of the city. Aiyo, I just came back from picking some fresh wild vegetables outside the city and bumped into his family's guards of honor at the city gate. I was so scared."
The mud-footed man next to her laughed at her, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Master Yue will take you to be his wife? Master Yue only cares about appearances. He won't take a fancy to an old woman like you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. "
The woman was furious, "What's wrong with me? I'm a middle-aged woman, but I'm still charming! Go eat your noodles! Don't talk nonsense here! "
Another man at the same table laughed, "But I heard that the Yue Juntian's health has been deteriorating year by year. He was young and romantic, but now he doesn't have any energy at all."
"Yes." The woman said, "You didn't see him. His face is waxy yellow, like a person who just came out of a coffin. Aiyo, but his two sons are handsome. It's a pity that one of them is a cripple. "
"You said Jiang Yexue? He also came? "
"Yes, since he was expelled from the Yue Clan, he can only travel with the Yue Clan at this time. After all, he is a priest of the Hun Tian Cave."
There was another outsider at their table who didn't know much about Lin 'an and the Yue Clan. When they were chatting, he didn't say anything. This time, he couldn't help but be curious. He swallowed the soup noodles and asked, "Big brother, big sister, this Hun Tian Cave … what kind of place is it?"
The woman explained enthusiastically, "It's a place where corpses are piled up."
The man with the muddy legs added, "It should be said that it's a place where resentful spirits are sealed."
The outsider's eyes widened and he was very surprised. "Ah … resentful spirits?"
"Yes. This is an old legend in our Lin 'an City. When the Chong Hua first established the country, Lin 'an was not in the territory, but in the hands of the Barbarian Tribe. At that time, the Barbarian Tribe practiced evil methods and imprisoned most of the people in Lin 'an City in a cave. They wanted to kill them and refine them into resentful spirits. "
"But the Barbarian Tribe had such ambition, but they didn't have such ability. They killed tens of thousands of people. The corpses piled up into mountains in the cave, and the blood flowed into a pool. Those who died in vain were indeed resentful, but they were not controlled by the Barbarian Tribe at all. Instead, they devoured them and then wandered around, killing people everywhere. "
The outsider was surprised and asked, "What happened later?"
"Later, the Chong Hua sent a master refiner at that time, who was the ancestor of the Yue Juntian, to go to Lin 'an to suppress the rampaging Ghost Soldiers."
"This Senior Yue was very smart. He refined a magic weapon to expel spirits and finally succeeded in sealing those resentful spirits in the blood pool in the cave. He also made a blood contract with them, so that these resentful spirits would be willing to listen to the orders of the descendants of the Yue Family for generations. The cave where they were sealed was called the Hun Tian Cave. "
The outsider was not stupid and immediately said, "He must have paid a big price, right?"
"Isn't that so?" The woman said mysteriously, "Let me tell you, I heard that the head of the Yue Family has to offer a large part of his spiritual power to these Ghost Soldiers every three years, and he can't stop until he retires."
The outsider said worriedly, "Sister, you just said that the Yue Juntian was sick. Does he still have spiritual power to feed these Ghost Soldiers?"
"I'm sure he doesn't." The woman said, "But I heard that the head of the Yue Family can also choose a blood sacrifice when he has no other choice. That is, he can put his blood into the pool and his relatives can accompany him and kneel. This can also temporarily calm the restlessness of the Ghost Soldiers."
The outsider was not very comfortable when he heard that. "How much blood is needed …"
"That's too much." The woman made an exaggerated gesture. "So, this kind of sacrifice must be accompanied by family members, because after the blood sacrifice of the Yue Juntian, his whole body will be very weak. He has to ask his relatives to gather Qi for him and cast spells for him. Anyway, it's all mysterious. Otherwise, do you think that he would allow Jiang Yexue to go to the Hun Tian Cave with them because of the tension between Jiang Yexue and him? They all have their own plans! "
The outsider showed an expression of sudden realization and quickly nodded. "I've learned, I've learned. I didn't expect the Yue Family to have such legends in Lin 'an. If I hadn't come here personally, I wouldn't have known at all. "
The man with the muddy legs waved his hand. "Each king has his own rumors in each fief. Although it's not a secret, no one knows it better than the locals. For example, in Lin 'an, we know the Yue Family's affairs best because the king is the Yue Juntian. "
The outsider was quite interested. "Then what other rumors are there to listen to? I'll treat you to breakfast. Big brother and big sister, can you tell me more? "
These people originally liked to talk about such secrets. Even if there were no benefits, they liked to catch people to talk about it. Today, they met someone who was interested and willing to treat them to a meal, so they were even more happy. So the people at the table started to talk again. However, Mo Xi sat in the same place, thinking about the details of the sacrifice of the Hun Tian Cave repeatedly. Suddenly, he felt uneasy.
The whole Yue Family was gathered in that cave. And after the blood sacrifice of the Yue Juntian, the spiritual power would be weakened a lot. Thinking about the truth that Murong Chuyi had just learned about more than thirty years ago …
In the cemetery, Murong Chuyi's cold and white face seemed to appear in front of him again.
"After the sacrifice of the Hun Tian Cave, I will go and meet with Gu Mang. Before that, I won't do anything to the Yue Juntian. "
Mo Xi suddenly felt that when Murong Chuyi said this sentence, he might not be completely sincere.
Right at this moment, he suddenly heard a commotion at the market entrance. The people who were rushing to the morning market automatically split into two groups. A Yue Clan Guard whose body was covered in blood staggered in from the East City Gate. Half of his face was torn apart, and his bloody flesh was hanging down, scaring the women and children around him into a complete retreat.
The bodyguard dragged his legs in the direction of the Yue Residence. However, he obviously knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. So when he fell to the ground, he didn't immediately get up. Instead, he moved forward a little and grabbed the nearest passerby. He raised his head and said without a care, "Rebel … rebel …"
That passerby was so scared that he trembled like a sieve. The bodyguard stuttered, so he also stuttered, "Wh-what?"
"Rebel … Yue, Yue Family … Hun Tian Cave … rebelled …!!" He had just finished speaking when he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, dead.
Mo Xi suddenly stood up, his face suddenly became frighteningly gloomy.
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