Mo Xi couldn't care less about his injuries. Once he heard the news, he rushed to the school grounds.
Along the way, Meng Ze's conversation with him kept ringing in his ears.
"After Murong Chen's life force broke the soul box, the power of the Demonic Blood Scourge dissipated. The soul that Gu Mang left behind to protect the box was also destroyed. Logically speaking, once a soul disperses, it should fly to the nine continents and four seas, and no one knows where it goes. However, when we found you in the ruins of the Golden Platform, we found that it was circling around you, as if it had left a trace of consciousness, and had been protecting you in the ruins. "
Mo Xi couldn't say anything for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was so hoarse that even he couldn't recognize it. "Then … what about the other soul? Didn't Murong Lian destroy the soul that he refined into the key to the soul box? "
"Brother Lian didn't destroy it. He lied to Murong Chen. Think about it, if Gu Mang created this key just to destroy it, then why did Gu Mang create it? He could have just made the soul box something that couldn't be opened. "
Mo Xi was speechless.
Meng Ze continued, "But at that time, Murong Chen had already lost his mind and the situation was critical. Naturally, he didn't notice the loophole in Brother Lian's words. Even you and I didn't react in time. Later, Brother Lian told me that when Gu Mang gave him the key, he didn't ask him to destroy the key. He asked him to find a way to completely destroy the power of the Demonic Blood Scourge. He hoped that Brother Lian could use the key to open the box after he found the way to completely destroy the power of the Demonic Blood Scourge."
"Gu Mang has always been cautious. He knew that even though he sealed the power of the Demonic Blood Scourge, a seal is a seal and not a complete destruction. Sigh, it's a pity that Brother Lian was suspicious of Gu Mang and didn't seriously think of a way. Although his suspicions gradually disappeared, he didn't have the chance to study it again. In the end, the power of the Demonic Blood Scourge dissipated. "
Murong Meng Ze closed his eyes and sighed, "Brother Lian didn't say anything, but I can see that he's in a bad mood. He's blaming himself."
Mo Xi's head was buzzing. His condition was still very bad. Although he didn't directly kill the Murong Chen, his actions had already crossed the bottom line of the Oath of Divine Tribulation. Although the backlash from the oath didn't kill him, it still caused him heavy injuries. That was why he was unconscious for a full seven days after the battle on the Golden Platform.
But it seemed that when it came to anything related to Gu Mang, no matter how tired or disheveled he was, his mind was always clear. Just like how Gu Mang's scattered soul would linger around him to protect him, the long bond between them had formed an instinct for each other.
Therefore, Mo Xi only stayed silent for a moment before he caught the fragments of his memories and understood.
"… It's a thumb ring."
Meng Ze: "What?"
"The key is the thumb ring worn by the Murong Lian." Mo Xi murmured, "So when Zhou He wanted to destroy Gu Mang's consciousness, the Murong Lian gave Gu Mang the thumb ring because he knew that there was a piece of Gu Mang's soul in the thumb ring, which could help Gu Mang last a little longer. So every time Gu Mang's hunting dog saw the Murong Lian, it would act as if it had seen its master, and especially like to sniff the thumb ring on his hand … "
Mo Xi's lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't continue speaking.
So that was it.
He always felt that his journey with Gu Mang was too painful. When he heard the Murong Lian say that Gu Mang's soul had been destroyed in the throne room, he actually felt devastated. He knew that Gu Mang would never be able to recover his health. But he still went to stop the Murong Shen from shattering the soul box. At that time, other than protecting Chong Hua, he also hoped that he could find a way to preserve the soul in the soul box. Even if it was destined to be incomplete, it was better than nothing.
He had always had this mentality of struggling.
Everything he had experienced in the past 30 years had made him understand that it was too difficult to be complete. Even if it was broken, it was good. He was willing to use his life to paste the broken things back together bit by bit. This kind of perfection made him satisfied.
But this time, it seemed that the heavens pitied him for not having it easy, and gave him an unprecedented reunion — the two souls. Gu Mang's two souls were still there, and had already returned to his body. He had already recovered.
Mo Xi walked on the path to the military ground, and the more he walked, the faster he walked. When he arrived at the training ground and saw the figure standing in the middle of thousands of people, his eyes were already filled with tears.
He rarely cried because of sadness, but at this moment, he was happy.
The commander of the Northern Border Army had finally returned. His Big Brother Gu Mang, the complete, flamboyant, invincible Gu Mang who could single-handedly bring hope to countless people, had finally returned.
He had never dared to ask for extravagantly. Fate had finally pitied him, and gave him the best dream of his life.
No, it wasn't a dream.
It was real.
And the remnants had been washed away. Gu Mang was finally no longer a traitor, a villain, or a spy. Instead, he was the commander who could stand under the sun, under the fluttering scarlet military flag, on the platform, and look at the military ground with his hands behind his back.
His brother Gu had stumbled, and his hands and feet were bruised. He had suffered all kinds of pain, humiliation, grief, and parting, and had finally returned to the position where he should have stood.
The number one general of the Chong Hua.
A Xiao Xiu soldier saw Mo Xi standing at the edge of the military ground, and couldn't help but cry out, "Ah, it's Commander Mo!"
"Commander Mo is here …"
"Lord Xi He is here!"
The movement was like the wind blowing across the surface of a lake, all the way to the front of the platform. Gu Mang was talking to the Murong Lian when he sensed the disturbance. Thus, against the noon sun and the strong wind on the military ground, he squinted his eyes and looked for the source of the sound.
Then, he saw Mo Xi through the sea of people and the light of weapons.
Gu Mang was startled for a moment, and then he smiled. Although his black eyes were no longer there, his blue eyes were as clear as when they were young.
He raised his hand and waved at Mo Xi under the fluttering military flag of the Northern Frontier Army.
"Commander Mo!" He called out to him, with some childish teasing and the gentleness of an elder brother. "Come up! I slept for so long, you're the only one left! "
The Northern Frontier Army, who had been disciplined by Mo Xi for so many years, as if the seriousness had been carved into their bones, couldn't help but roar with laughter. Mo Xi suddenly realized that this army hadn't changed at all. They had been obedient under his command for so long, but in fact, there was no seriousness in their bones. The arrogance and laughter that their Commander Gu could give them were the soul of the Northern Frontier.
He held back the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes because of joy. He raised his head, thinking that he couldn't let the soldiers see him as a joke. But when he walked through the crowd that had split into two groups and headed towards the platform where Gu Mang was standing, he knew that he had shed tears. He could no longer be serious, nor could he be cold.
He could be sad, sad, and happy. He had all the emotions that a body of flesh and blood should have.
On this day, the ice and snow melted, and all his joys and sorrows could no longer be concealed. They were all displayed in front of his soldiers. But what surprised him was that no one laughed at him. Those teasing and warm smiles gradually faded away. They looked at him attentively, as if the barrier that had separated them from him for so long had shattered.
Suddenly, someone shouted fearlessly, "Welcome home, Lord Xi He!"
Everyone was silent. Mo Xi also didn't say anything.
Then Gu Mang laughed. Gu Mang said from the stage, "Welcome home, Commander Mo."
Yes, they had a home. It didn't have to be a building, a pavilion, or a courtyard. It was with this group of people who had protected them together.
It turned out that from the day the two of them joined the army, they had a home.
Now, whether it was Commander Gu, Commander Mo, or the Murong Lian who was leaning on the side with an impatient expression but had no intention of leaving.
They had all gone home.
The war preparations and the mobilization before the war had all gone smoothly. How could it not go smoothly? Mo Xi thought as he looked at Gu Mang beside him. Wherever Gu Mang was, there would be fire. Commander Gu could rekindle the silent fire.
They were clearly about to face a disaster. Their opponent was the demon blood beast that even Palace Lord Chen Tang had to use her life to seal a hundred years ago. It was the treacherous Grand Preceptor whose identity was unknown and who made people tremble.
But Gu Mang didn't seem to care. In front of his fellow soldiers, he was always so confident that victory was within his grasp.
He was born with this kind of charisma. He could make the people around him feel that as long as he was there, they could overcome any difficulties. No matter how difficult the war was, they could win.
After the war preparations meeting ended, the crowd gradually dispersed. Gu Mang winked at Mo Xi. Under the gradually darkening sky, his eyes seemed to be pitch black.
"I'm sorry I wasn't by your side when you woke up."
But Mo Xi said, "No. You were with me the whole time. " After a pause, he added, "Do you remember when we were at the Golden Platform? That wisp of your soul."
Gu Mang smiled. Mo Xi hadn't seen this kind of smile in a long time. It was full of energy and wealth. Under his rosy lips, there was a small sharp canine tooth.
"… The two of you." Suddenly, a hand came in and shook twice. "Do you think I'm dead?"
Gu Mang turned his head and met the Murong Lian's repulsive face.
The Murong Lian was such a person. He was suspicious, ruthless, despicable, and had high self-esteem. Even though he already knew that he had done many things wrong, he still couldn't get rid of his arrogant attitude.
It was as if he couldn't get rid of the Floating Life Like Dream that he was forced to consume.
Gu Mang smiled. "What are you doing?"
"I want to tell you something." The Murong Lian still had the attitude of a superior master, but the wavering eyes of the peach blossom three revealed his inner turmoil.
"What's wrong?"
"Cough. This is for you. "
He handed over a beautifully embroidered blue-gold heroic ribbon. It was the one left behind by the Murong Xuan.
The Murong Lian's expression was rather unnatural. "Wangshu Mansion will always be mine, and the position of the head of the family will always be mine. But this … I thought about it and reluctantly felt that it would be more suitable for you to wear … than for me."
Gu Mang looked down. Under the thick golden afterglow, his expression couldn't be seen clearly. When he finally raised his head, the Murong Lian didn't have time to see his face. Gu Mang reached out and hugged him.
"I … damn it." The Murong Lian opened his arms stiffly, holding the pipe in his hand. His face was full of disgust, like a puppet with broken joints that had been manipulated into a ridiculous shape.
"Don't expect me to put the ribbon on for you personally." He finally said stiffly.
Gu Mang responded with a laugh. "If you put it on for me personally, then life is short and bitter. A smile will erase all enmity. I won't be calculative with you about what you did to me in the past."
The Murong Lian pushed him away and said angrily, "That's because you've been cunning since you were young. That's why I don't trust you! I should be the one to say this condition. If you continue to call me Lord, I will reluctantly start to protect you. "
Gu Mang touched his neck.
The slave locking rings had been removed. Whether it was from Wangshu Mansion or Xi He Mansion, there were no more.
Gu Mang grinned at the Murong Lian and winked. "Brother Lian."
"…" The Murong Lian was furious. He threw the blue-gold heroic ribbon at Gu Mang's head, turned around, and left cursing.
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