The Murong Meng Ze stood with her hands behind her back on the white marble quarry that was carved with a hundred-clawed dragon. She looked at the craftsmen in linen clothes and straw shoes who were busy repairing the damaged palace.
It had been more than a month since the war. She had been in charge of the repairs during these days.
The Murong Meng Ze ordered the craftsmen and cultivators to help the people in the city rebuild their homes. When most of the people in Chong Hua had a place to stay, she ordered the craftsmen to start the repairs for the royal family.
The heater that Murong Chen once placed in the throne room had been completely broken. However, the little golden beast that hung on the edge of her ear was still murmuring weakly, "The Lord is blessed with great fortune … The Lord is blessed with everlasting blessings …"
The craftsmen swept the broken pieces of the heater into a shoulder pole. They carried them and planned to dump them on the carriage, abandoning the broken bricks and tiles of the old dynasty in the wilderness.
"Blessed with everlasting blessings …"
The little golden beast was moaning and groaning. It was lying between a pile of broken wood and broken bricks, and it kept repeating the slanderous words from yesterday. It was a dead thing after all. It did not know what its fate would be.
However, when it was knocked, the golden paint fell off, revealing the black iron material underneath. It looked dejected.
The Murong Meng Ze glanced sideways at the carriage. She did not say a word. Only when the craftsmen greeted her in fear and trepidation, she smiled gently and generously.
"It's been hard on you to come here."
The craftsmen were stunned. They were frightened and surprised at the same time. They promised her repeatedly.
The Murong Meng Ze wore black clothes and a golden belt. She looked at the palace under construction alone for a while. Simplicity and a new style. This was her request for them. Of course, she knew that the people in Chong Hua were grateful for her actions. After the war, everywhere had to be rebuilt. She did not use the royal power. Naturally, she would be praised and praised.
She knew that in the battle with Liao, Jiang Fuli had the most military merits.
Because he was the one who defeated Hua Po An in the end.
The Murong Meng Ze did not witness the final battle between the two of them. However, he heard from Xiao Xiu's soldiers that Hua Po An had lost the power of the Bloodsucking Scourge. Even so, he still had the Nine-eyed Zither to fight against Jiang Fuli. At that time, Hua Poan had changed eight of his eyes, but they were all defeated by Jiang Fuli. However, the last one did not open.
Some people thought that the eye must be hiding some kind of shocking evil technique, and that it would not be used unless it was absolutely necessary.
However, even when Hua Poan was defeated by Jiang Fuli, the last eye of the Nine-eyed Zither was still closed.
No one knew what was hidden in that final eye. Hua Po An did not let it appear in front of anyone. It was like a seed buried deep in his heart that would never sprout.
"Is Hua Po An dead?" These days, she often heard people asking this question on the streets.
However, the people's answers were also varied.
"He should be dead."
"Yes, I saw with my own eyes that he was defeated by Medicine Master Jiang. His original spirit dispersed and turned into ashes."
"But I still feel that it's hard to say … He's completely like a demon now, isn't he?"
"Even if he's not dead, he can't do anything."
The Murong Meng Ze thought that Jiang Fuli should know the answer to this question. However, no one could get an answer from him.
After the battle, Jiang Fuli took Su Yurou and left Chong Hua. He said that he never knew who he was. He also felt that everything he did before was meaningless except for money. Now, he finally did something that was not only related to money.
However, it was Jiang Fuli who did it, not Chen Tang, not a puppet.
Perhaps it was because of this encounter that he finally wanted to take Chen Tang's memories with him to the four seas and five lakes. This time, Su Yurou would not imprison his heart and his memories. Perhaps he would be able to get a concrete answer from the long journey and know what he, as Jiang Fuli, wanted in this life.
Other than Jiang Fuli, there was another person whose popularity increased after the battle. That was the Lord Wangshu Murong Lian.
However, the Murong Meng Ze knew that because the Murong Lian had consumed 'Floating Life Like A Dream' for too long, his illness had long been incurable and he would not live long. The Murong Lian did things according to his own pleasure. He received the recognition of the world and fulfilled his wish. He was already indescribably tired of being an emperor. Yesterday, she went to Wangshu Manor to see him. She saw him drinking alone under the paulownia flowers. In the courtyard, there were illusionary butterflies that he had conjured. On the stone table, there was his Divine Martial Huqin.
The Murong Lian had finally reconciled with her. The illusionary arts that he loved and the musical instruments that he once rejected were finally brought to his side.
"Brother Lian, are you really not going to consider staying in the capital?"
The Murong Lian was still smoking his hookah. His eyes were calm as he said, "I won't stay. It's just a big capital. Benwang finds it cramped and stuffy."
"… … Then you plan to … …"
"I plan to go north and return to my mother's fief to play."
The Murong Meng Ze pondered for a moment and smiled, "Brother Lian, if you get tired of playing, remember to come back at any time. I will take care of Wangshu Manor for you. "
The Murong Lian looked at her thoughtfully. His watery peach blossom eyes seemed to see through her thoughts. However, Meng Ze's smile did not fade. She still looked at him magnanimously.
"I don't need to take care of it." The Murong Lian said, "Linyi is a simple place. It hasn't flourished for a long time. I had a lot of fun playing cockfights and running dogs in the first half of my life. I want to do something there in the future."
"What does Brother Lian want to do?"
"I think it's not a bad idea to open a school. What Chen Tang did in the past was quite interesting. I'm tired of being a prince and want to be the head of a school. Being called Wangshu Zhenren or something, just thinking about it makes me happy."
The Murong Meng Ze smiled and said in a tactful tone, "But Brother Lian, you know that the Chong Hua School is only in the capital. If you want to open it elsewhere, I'm afraid that it won't be easy to manage."
The Murong Lian did not immediately refute her. He smoked his hookah. After a while, he slowly exhaled and blew on the Murong Meng Ze's face, "Then forget it. I'd better work hard and see if I can stop smoking. I'll live a long life and take care of the Chong Hua."
"…" The Murong Meng Ze smiled, "Brother Lian, what are you talking about? You'll definitely stop living like a dream and you'll definitely live a long life. "
The Murong Lian also smiled at her, "It's a little difficult."
No one spoke for a while in the courtyard. The butterfly formed by the illusion flew over and perched on the Murong Meng Ze's shoulder. Meng Ze glanced at it and said gently, "Since Brother Lian has such a wish, then go ahead. After Brother Chen passes away, you'll be the acting monarch. If you want to make an exception and open a school in Linyi … "She smiled," Actually, I can't stop you. "
"The school I'm setting up is open to everyone regardless of bloodline. This is exciting enough. "The Murong Lian said faintly," What do you think? "
Unexpectedly, the Murong Meng Ze did not have any resistance to this proposal.
She said, "I'll listen to Brother Lian."
When she left, the Murong Lian did not get up to send her off. But when she was about to disappear at the corner of the corridor, he suddenly knocked away the ashes in the pipe and said calmly, "Meng Ze, when it's time to restore your true identity, then restore it."
The Murong Meng Ze suddenly stopped.
"When you restore your identity, I'll be the second in line. The person closest to the throne has never been me." The Murong Lian said, "It's you."
"…"
The Murong Meng Ze did not turn around and did not answer.
Murong Lian's expression changed countless times. She wanted to ask, when did you know my secret? She also wanted to ask, since you knew, why didn't you say so earlier — — but all these thoughts were gathered in her heart, and she couldn't beat Murong Lian's calmness at this moment.
Yes, for her, the Murong Lian's withdrawal was the most important thing.
She didn't need to ask about anything else.
So in the end, she just said softly, "Thank you. If Linyi Academy needs help, you can come to the capital to find me at any time."
She turned and left.
Excluding Jiang Fuli, the Murong Lian, and the Chong Hua, there was no one else who was more prestigious than her.
However, almost all the soldiers did not give up. They felt that their General Mo was so amazing, how could he die in battle like this? The cultivators of the Northern Frontier Army, led by the Yue Chenqing, searched the river several times, but did not find the bodies of Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
Their bodies were missing, and it was very likely that they were turned into ashes. But they did not want to think that way. They were more willing to believe that General Mo and General Gu of the Northern Frontier Army were not sacrificed, and there was always a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
Three days ago, someone finally fished something out of the river. It was a piece of Wang Jian made from the Shuiran whip.
There were no words on the piece of Wang Jian, but it already made the Northern Frontier Army excited.
They were even more convinced that Mo Xi must be alive, otherwise how could the Shuiran whip be flowing with splendor?
At that time, the Murong Meng Ze was reviewing documents in the palace. The maid beside her was still Yue Niang, but when Yue Niang looked at her, there was some hesitation and fear in her eyes.
Others did not know, but she knew very well that not long ago, the Murong Meng Ze invited his good friend Zhou He to a wine shop for a drink. Although Zhou He used to be the Emperor's man, he had secretly admired Meng Ze for a long time. Now that Mo Xi was dead, he felt that he finally had a chance. He invited the princess to drink at night. Rather than a date, it was more like a test.
At that time, Yue Niang did not expect the Murong Meng Ze to agree.
But she also did not expect that she would accidentally see Meng Ze put a dark red pill into Zhou He's cup without any hesitation during the banquet.
It was a fatal poison. After two months of dormancy, the person who took it would definitely die.
Ever since Yue Niang saw Meng Ze's action, her mind was in a mess. She did not expect that Zhou He and Meng Ze were so close, and did so many things for Meng Ze. Even if Meng Ze did not like him, why would he secretly poison him? Was this still the princess she knew?
"Yue Niang."
In the midst of her nervousness, she suddenly heard Meng Ze calling her. Yue Niang seemed to wake up from a dream. She said in a panic, "Master."
Meng Ze looked at her thoughtfully until her legs slightly swayed. Meng Ze smiled and said, "Why are you always absent-minded recently? Is there something on your mind?"
"No, no …"
"That's good. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me as soon as possible. Don't make me worry."
"Yes …"
"Also, I have something to trouble you to do." Meng Ze took off the token and handed it to her. "Take this token and go to Yue Chenqing. Tell him that I want to borrow the Wang Jian left by Lord Xi He."
Yue Niang agreed. She smiled and watched her leave.
But when Yue Niang's figure disappeared in the sky, her eyes slowly darkened. She sighed and murmured, "Yue 'er, I didn't expect that in the end, I can't even keep you alive …"
She was the only one left in the palace.
Meng Ze raised his hand and took out a bundle of very delicate historical Wang Jian from his Qiankun bag. This jade slip was made by Jiang Yexue for Murong Chen when she was still alive. He was a top-notch Master Craftsman, and his craftsmanship was brilliant. Even the most amazing Warlocks wouldn't be able to tell at a glance that this jade slip was a fake. Meng Ze stretched out her unadorned, neatly manicured fingernails and rubbed the golden buckle on the side of the Wang Jian.
She knew what kind of dark plot was hidden in this bundle of fake scrolls.
Murong Chen had fabricated many scandals related to Mo Xi. They were all pieced together from real scrolls. It was hard to tell whether they were real or fake. She was ready. She knew that Mo Xi had used the reversal stone to go back to the past. It was very likely that he knew all the dirty things she had done in the past.
No, it was not possible. He must have known.
That was why he had to use the Divine Martial Skill to leave behind a Wang Jian. That scroll was probably exposing to the world that Murong Meng Ze was not a pure person.
He must have hated her for using his gratitude. He must have hated her for scheming against him. That was why he had to tell everyone even in death …
Even.
Murong Meng Ze suddenly had an even more terrifying guess.
She could not help but feel cold. Her body trembled slightly.
— — What if Mo Xi was not dead?
This thought made her back drenched in cold sweat. She even felt that the man's figure was lingering in the shadows of the palace. He would walk out of the darkness into the light at any time. He would look down at her and say to her, "Meng Ze, I have another debt to settle with you."
She suddenly shivered. She suddenly stood up and knocked over the table in front of her.
"No … no …"
She quickly walked out of the hall and threw the cold room to the back of her mind. It was really strange. When she schemed against Murong Chen, the Murong Lian, and Zhou He, she did not have such a feeling of fear. But only with Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
In her cold heart, there was self-loathing. And that self-loathing gave birth to her fear.
She knew that out of all her chess pieces, only these two were true and unquestionable battle generals of the country … She was finally stained with such clean blood.
This was her stain. She could see it when she lowered her head and searched her heart.
She could not wash it off in her lifetime.
"My, my Lord."
Suddenly, someone called her name softly.
Meng Ze suddenly raised her head and saw that Yue Niang had returned. Yue Niang was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at her in panic. Her extremely pale face was next to Yue Niang's panic-stricken face, which gave Yue Niang a scare.
Yue Niang trembled as she walked up the last few steps. She presented the brocade box in her hand, "This is the jade, Wang Jian you wanted …"
Meng Ze adjusted her emotions. She suppressed her fear, anger, and guilt, "Oh … you brought it back so quickly?"
"Yes …"
"Give it to me. You wait outside the hall."
After taking the Wang Jian left by Mo Xi, Meng Ze closed her eyes and returned to the palace alone.
The huge palace was cold and empty. She was alone. She locked herself in and then impatiently and unwillingly looked at the wordless scroll.
She almost had a premonition.
He must have left this Wang Jian for her.
Sure enough, when she opened the jade slip with her own hands, she saw that the originally empty scroll had indeed begun to appear with faint golden words — it was Mo Qie's elegant handwriting.
She trembled with hatred. Sure enough … sure enough!
She knew that Mo Xi would definitely take revenge for every little thing. He would not let her go.
But in the next moment.
She suddenly froze.
The words on the Wang Jian gradually became clearer. She saw that there were only two sentences written in the familiar handwriting.
"The filth of my Lord, I will use the rest of my life to wash it off. Please do not be a Murong Chen. "
The Murong Meng Ze felt like she was hit hard. Her ears buzzed.
What … what did he say?
He said that he knew all about her conspiracy. But after experiencing so many things, he had long understood that few people who sat on the throne were free of filth. This road was stained with blood. Although some people felt guilty towards their close friends and relatives, they could still prosper and rule the country with benevolence after sitting on the throne. Was that so?
She used to be one of the Three Gentlemen of Discipline, Restraint, and Wisdom. She did not live up to her name, but Mo Xie did not hate her. Her way of being a gentleman was fake to the people around her, but to Chong Hua, it was not necessarily fake.
Please do not be a Murong Chen.
Meng Ze looked at the last few words. She was worried sick for a long time. Finally, she slowly lowered her eyes.
Please do not be a Murong Chen …
After a while, she raised her hand and picked up the fake scroll on the table. She looked at it carefully several times. Finally, she gathered her strength on her fingertips and silently shook it into powder and ashes …
Meng Ze leaned against the throne as if she had lost all her strength. She looked up and the sweat on her back slowly cooled down. The battle she thought would be a life and death battle had ended before it even began. Her eyes were wide open, and the engraved totems of dragons and tigers were reflected in her pupils. Her fingers pinched the armrest of the throne, and she carefully stroked it.
Please do not be a Murong Chen.
She slowly closed her eyes as a wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she was mocking herself.
Mo Xi … you are really …
She did not think about it anymore. She sat alone in this new hall that she was overseeing.
At this moment, there were still many things waiting to be done. It was cold and empty. But she knew that a new court situation was about to be lifted.
Her heart pounded. The war drum that had been hidden in her heart for many years sounded. Infinite waves rose in her chest.
She knew that the Crepe Myrtle starlight that she had been waiting for finally shone on her life after she had been stained with blood.
Two months later.
The Murong Hua was strolling by the riverside of Linyi. He broke a willow branch and slowly walked by.
The school was under construction. It would be completed by the end of next year. These days, he was very free and leisurely. There was nothing to do.
But there were many secrets in his heart that needed to be digested. Other things aside, there was the Murong Meng Ze.
Now, she was the substitute ruler of the Chong Hua. But because of her status as a woman, there were always conservative and pedantic old nobles who mocked her for being unfit to be ruler. But the Murong Hua knew that very soon, when Meng Ze's popularity rose a little, she would reveal a secret that had been hidden for thirty years. When that time came, the Chong Hua would certainly be in a great uproar.
But he bet that the final winner would still be the Murong Meng Ze.
This woman … no, this person's methods were really too hard. Who could be her opponent?
Just look at the two months that she was the substitute ruler. She was only the substitute ruler, but she was already extremely diligent. She took advantage of the fact that the power of the various clans in the court was scattered and weak.
She posthumously conferred Gu Mang and Mo Xi the title of supreme martyrs. She also planned to fulfill Gu Mang's wish. She was prepared to abolish slavery. The school would widely accept talents and accept disciples based on examination and spiritual root talent, regardless of birth.
In addition, she aimed to eliminate harsh government, abandon nepotism, reduce taxes, and accept remonstrances from the people.
Compared to these achievements, what was her blemish to ordinary people?
Murong Meng Ze … Murong Meng Ze …
The Murong Hua repeated her name several times in his heart and couldn't help but sneer.
Murong Meng Ze, the ninth son of the royal family. His mother was afraid that the empress would kill him, so she colluded with the elder of the Shen Nong Tai at that time and used a concealment medicine to disguise his true identity.
The Murong Chen guarded against the Murong Hua all his life, but in the end, he guarded against the wrong person. The so-called "Brothers fight against each other" was not referring to the Murong Hua, but to Princess Meng Ze, whom he had always thought was his own sister.
Thinking of this, the Murong Hua couldn't help but sneer. The Murong Meng Ze, who could hide as a woman for thirty years and deceive the world, was really too ruthless. Who could take away what he wanted from such a ruthless person?
Fortunately, he didn't know this secret for too long. It was only when the Murong Meng Ze took care of him when he was in a coma that he became aware of it.
Murong Lian believed that with Meng Ze's methods, in time, people would no longer talk about the matter of him enduring and pretending to be a woman for so many years. As for the secrets and scandals that only a few people knew about, they would eventually be crushed by the wheels of time and scattered into dust.
Today, in the capital, Wang Shu Mansion was still preserved. Xi He Mansion was decided by the housekeeper Li Wei to open a charity house for the homeless and poor to temporarily live in before they could find a way to live. Li Wei said that if Lord Xi He was still alive, he would be willing to see him do this. Yue Chenqing stayed in the capital, but he gave Murong Chuyi's mecha blueprints to Jiang Fuli in the hope that Jiang Fuli could seal them in a place where ordinary people couldn't easily come into contact with them.
"In the hands of a good person, a weapon is a protective weapon. In the hands of an evil person, it's a killing weapon. I believe that Fourth Uncle wouldn't want his blueprints to fall into the hands of evil people, so I'll have to trouble Doctor Jiang to seal them in a place. "
In the end, Jiang Fuli sealed Murong Chuyi's blueprints under the Divine Crabapple Tree on Chentang Immortal Island. The Divine Crabapple Tree already had a faint spiritual consciousness, and it was said that it had the ability to distinguish between good and evil. It couldn't be more reliable to let it silently guard the wishes of its predecessor.
Dozens of years later, hundreds of years later, or perhaps thousands of years later, perhaps there would be another great master of refining like Murong Chuyi, who was as kind as water, who would pass down this endless merciful and compassionate legacy.
However, these people had great ambitions, and the Murong Lian couldn't be compared to them.
He was just an ordinary person with countless flaws. He wasn't a hero, so he didn't think too much. Right now, he just wanted to build his own school. He wanted to select his disciples to teach them the Six Virtues and Six Arts, and teach them the Six Elements. He didn't know whether he would be able to teach them the Deep Tang or the Flower Breaking Darkness in the future. There were many things he couldn't be sure of, but he was sure that he had already drafted the first doctrine of the school: whoever he accepted, he would teach them with his own talents.
… … As the head of the school, he would never allow the situation where he was forced to practice the zither even though he liked illusions to happen again.
It was good to be able to make his own decisions.
The Murong Lian sighed in satisfaction, flicked the ash from his cigarette, coughed twice, and wobbled back home.
As he passed by the bustling street, he saw an old man selling steamed cakes. The cakes were brown and crispy, like the famous baked goods in the Northern Region. The Murong Lian looked at him and stopped.
"Hey, old man, give me a steamed cake."
"Okay!"
The Murong Lian paused, but then he thought of something. He hesitated for a while and said, "… … I'll give you two."
The old man was naturally happy. He scooped out two golden and crispy cakes and handed them to the Murong Lian.
The Murong Lian didn't leave. He stood there and thought for a while. In the end, he reluctantly said, "Forget it, three."
The old man: "… …"
Carrying the three steaming cakes, the Murong Lian continued to walk back home in a seemingly careless manner. He said in his heart that he bought these cakes just because he was convenient. He didn't mean to think about anyone.
He didn't think of anyone as his family.
But even so, although the Murong Lian was very disgusted, there were indeed two people secretly living in his residence. Those two people came to visit him on the third day after he came to Linyi. At that time, he was scared out of his wits.
If his old friends in the capital knew that those two people were still alive, then … … Humph … …
The Murong Lian sneered in his heart.
He didn't know what kind of scene it would be.
They swayed along the way and soon, they were home. He pushed open the door and entered the residence. In the courtyard, there was a person carrying a small stool and hanging colorful lanterns under the veranda.
That person was dressed in blue and white. His long hair was tied up and he was smiling. His skin was a healthy wheat color. His facial features were handsome and sweet.
When he heard the noise, he lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the Murong Lian through the swaying lanterns.
His black eyes were bright and resplendent, like the most glorious night.
The Murong Lian looked at him for a moment. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth: "… … Gu Mang, can you have some self-awareness of living under someone else's roof! You're hiding in my residence right now! Who allowed you to touch the decorations in my residence!! "
The person who was busy hanging the lanterns in the courtyard was none other than Gu Mang, who everyone thought was dead.
Before Gu Mang could answer, another person came from the Ming Hall. He was handsome, tall, and had skin as white as ice. He was also dressed like an ordinary person. Who else could it be but Mo Xi, whose life and death were unknown?
Mo Xi held a newly made lantern in his hand and handed it to Gu Mang.
Gu Mang leaned over with a smile and stood on the chair to take it: "Thank you, Junior Mo."
"You're welcome."
"… …"
The Murong Lian was even angrier: "Do you really think this is your own home?!"
"Yes, Junior Lian."
"Gu Mang, you're courting death — —!"
"You're going to be the Palace Lord soon. We came here to work for you and be teaching elders for your disciples. Although we'll be hiding our identities, we'll still have our strength. We didn't even ask you to raise the price. We're family." Gu Mang finished hanging the lanterns and quickly jumped down from the chair to avoid the Murong Lian's attack: "Family, family, let's talk nicely, let's talk nicely!"
"Who's family with you?! Who's talking nicely with you?! "
Gu Mang laughed heartily as he ran around the corridor at lightning speed.
Mo Xi stood in the same place and looked at the two of them, speechless and smiling bitterly.
This was what it meant to survive a disaster.
He chose to perish together with the Demonic Blood Beast at the bottom of the blood pool and was already prepared to be consigned to eternal damnation. The god in the reversal stone told him that as long as he chose to sacrifice himself, his soul was destined to scatter and never enter the cycle of reincarnation.
Therefore, he never expected that when he opened his eyes, he would return to the reversal stone.
And that deceiving god was talking to Gu Mang about something. Gu Mang also looked confused, but when he saw him open his eyes, surprise and joy suddenly appeared in his confusion.
"Ah, Mo Xi, you're awake too!"
"…" At that time, Mo Xi's chest was still filled with deep sorrow and pain. When he suddenly saw him, he thought that it was a dream in the golden rain after he died, that he saw Gu Mang's illusion. For a moment, he couldn't say anything.
It wasn't until he heard the god's words for a long time that he understood that the god of the reversal stone wasn't as immovable as others thought.
A god was a god. Even if it was just an illusion of a god, it wasn't difficult for it to save the lives of a few mortals. Moreover, the two of them had the powerful spiritual currents of immortal beasts and demonic beasts flowing in their bodies.
However, in order for the reversal stone to save them, the person being tested must save themselves.
Only those who redeemed themselves and passed the test of the reversal stone could be protected by it and swim ashore. The reversal of injury, the reversal of pain, the reversal of the once shattered heart, the reversal of azure eyes, and the reversal of death.
This was the god's guilt and repayment to the person chosen by the reversal stone.
"You've chosen a path that I admire. Marshal Mo, thank you for letting everything end like this."
After the god's spiritual body sealed in the reversal stone finished speaking, it dispersed into smoke and slowly disappeared.
At the end of its mission, it restored Gu Mang's health before he was refined by the Hei Mo. It also restored the lives of Mo Xi and Gu Mang, and sent them to the place they wanted to go.
"Where are we going?"
Facing the misty fog and rumbling echoes in the reversal stone, Mo Xi and Gu Mang, who had just reunited with each other, looked at each other.
Finally, Gu Mang grinned. "I'll go wherever you go. This time, Brother Gu Mang won't deceive you."
It's all over.
I'm no longer a secret agent, a traitor, or a general.
I'm finally just Gu Mang. I'm your Senior Brother Gu, your Brother Gu Mang.
I finally only need to protect you. I finally only need to accompany you.
And the place they wanted to go was naturally not the imperial capital.
The imperial capital had been a hegemony for thousands of years. The city was full of schemes. Now that the Burning Country's army had retreated, Chong Hua welcomed a long period of peace. Mo Xi threw himself into the river of the imperial capital and told Meng Ze that he had no intention of fighting for revenge. But he would always watch and see what would happen to Chong Hua in the hands of this new monarch.
At least for now, Murong Meng Ze did not let down this opportunity. Murong Meng Ze was not a pure and sincere person. But her and Murong Shen's goals had always been different.
Murong Shen wanted to be the supreme overlord who unified the nine states.
But Murong Meng Ze had always wanted others to call him a "virtuous monarch" or a "wise monarch".
He would do whatever it took to achieve this goal. He would also rack his brains and give his whole life for this goal.
And this was enough.
In the end, they chose Linyi.
It was not a rich and populous place. But it was said that the Murong Lian wanted to come here to build a school, establish a sect, and recruit scholars from all over the world. Gu Mang was happy when he heard this.
After all, the Murong Lian was the only person he had left in this world other than Mo Xi. He was his blood relative.
Gu Mang was very happy that the Murong Lian had finally chosen this path.
Now, Mo Xi was standing in the courtyard, watching Gu Mang and the Murong Lian chase each other. The paulownia flowers in the courtyard flowed like a lavender waterfall, filling the courtyard with their fragrance.
At this moment, their hatred had faded and their achievements were far away. In fact, the title that Murong Meng Ze gave them, whether it was him or Gu Mang, they did not care. Their initial wish had been fulfilled.
In the end, it was the beginning of a peaceful world. In the end, they had fulfilled their initial promise and had a home.
Tomorrow, he would enter the Linyi school opened by the Murong Lian with Gu Mang. With a new identity and appearance, he would appear in front of the young and immature juniors. He would teach them why the path was right, what was benevolence, how to use spells, and how to wield weapons.
After the great waves, everything would slowly get better.
Perhaps after many years, the dynasty would fall apart, and Shenzhou would once again fall into turmoil and crisis. But just like a hundred years ago, Hua Poan had sacrificed himself to the devil. Now, he and Gu Mang had joined the Chi Zhen Dao. Mo Xi knew that as long as there was darkness, there would be light. People's kindness and strength were seeds that would never die. Even in the most cramped world, they would always sprout and awaken.
In many troubled times and prosperous times, heroes and heroes had started from the end of the green duckweed, and in the end, they all stopped in the grass. When the torrent of time rolled by and the winds and clouds changed, the love and hatred of the past, passion and bones of the past, would all turn into a few words, a piece of paper.
Humans were too insignificant. Not much effort and sacrifice could be remembered continuously. But at least, the sun would shine on the world again, dispelling the long darkness.
The secular world was peaceful. This was perhaps the best reward for the nameless heroes of the future.
In the small courtyard, Gu Mang was being chased by the Murong Lian. He laughed and shouted, "Mo Xi! Come and help, come and help! Brother Lian, you're too much! "
The Murong Lian said angrily, "Who's your brother! I was born earlier than you!! "
"But I was born earlier than you!"
"Gu Mang, stop right there! Get the hell out of my house today!! "
"Mo Xi, come, come, come —! Help me beat him up! "
Mo Xi lowered his head and smiled. His thick black eyelashes were like two soft little fans. He walked over, "Okay. I'm coming. "
Look, this year, the flowers of the human world were blooming beautifully again.
The Burning Country had been defeated, and the remnants had surrendered. The territory that had been taken from Chong Hua had been reclaimed and turned into a foreign country. Then, the Black Demon Seal was made. Those evil and blood-stained magic weapons could not be easily refined, and the Black Demon Arts could not be easily taught.
Mo Xi knew that this would not be forever, but at least it would usher in a period of peace that did not disappoint the sacrifices of the heroes of this era.
In the small courtyard, the black dog that the Murong Lian had brought from the capital heard the commotion. It barked excitedly and rushed out, jumping around the three people and wagging its tail. In Linyi, a city that had yet to welcome its prosperity, smoke rose from the chimneys of every household. Under the setting sun, the surroundings were peaceful.
The Murong Lian said angrily, "Fireball, go away! We're fighting, you're not a man if you interfere! "
Gu Mang jumped up and strangled the Murong Lian's neck, laughing, "That's easy. I'll ask Mo Xi to help me, and you'll ask the meal to help you?"
The meal was even more excited when it heard this. It put its paws on the Murong Lian's knee and looked at him with its tongue sticking out.
A burst of laughter floated out of the courtyard. They finally had a home, a family, and a place to return to. They could wait for this hard-won peace in the human world, and watch the flowers bloom in spring and the snow fall in winter.
The next few years would be like today.
There was no war in the north of Jiangnan, and the fishing boat returned with the moon.
The Author Has Something to Say: I'm done, thank you all ~ ~ This article was really too difficult. Some of you should remember that the day before, because of the original setting, the outline was changed at the last minute, as well as deleted and changed the draft that was in my hands at that time … Originally … this was a transmigration police and gangster story. It could not be called gangster, because Gu Mang was undercover. However, after the review, it was said that Gu Mang, as the protagonist of the police, was forced to do things that crossed the line in the original setting, such as shooting Mo Xi (although he avoided the heart), and participating in and handling HSH activities, etc. Even though he was doing it for the sake of his mission and was a good cop, his actions and actions had crossed the line. If he changed his actions as a police undercover, Mo Mie would not hate him. Thus, the modern version could not stand on its own. It could not be manipulated or changed. In the end, the modern version could only be removed at the last minute, changing from a transmigration to a purely ancient version.
However, please don't be angry, I have a grateful and respectful attitude towards the police and military. When I wrote this article, the original setting was to express the difficulties and hardships of undercover police officers on the frontline, but perhaps the plot was too much, and he was killed. = = I will learn from this lesson in the future, and before I start to update, I will ask about everything clearly, this is my fault. = =
I have already posted the first chapter of Yu Zheng's original draft in Jinjiang. Then I will rest tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, I will start to post the original 100,000 words of transmigration text as an easter egg. Because this is the original version of Yu Zheng's original setting, I did not put it in the VIP section, and opened a free section to make everyone happy, and compare it to the current version for fun ~ ~ Boo hoo! Click on the author's column, and you will find this easter egg article ~ ~
Actually, the original setting of transmigration has a lot of funny jokes, I'm crying …
Anyways, thank you all ~ ~ Thank you for your encouragement, Zhuiwen's friends. Without you, I wouldn't have the motivation. Also, thank you to my friends who gave me pertinent criticism. Every article I write is a new attempt, and some of my attempts may leave some of my friends dissatisfied. I can't be restrained just because I'm afraid of failure. Just like exams, I can't ask for perfection every time, but I will learn from my mistakes every time. And in the process of trying, my friends who gave me pertinent and serious comments are just like having a teacher who is willing to give me pointers.
Chapter 79 is the same as Husky's 141,150, it's a bunch of illegal content in Jinjiang, and they don't allow me to delete the chapters. During the update period, I have no way to fix it properly, but after the update, I will try my best to fix it to the point where it can be unlocked. = = I'm really bald … These chapters are too hard to decipher.
This time, after writing, I will be resting for a long time. Save up the chapters, fix the chapters, take it slow = = I wish you all happy every day ~ ~ Again, boo hoo!!
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