[Epilogue: The First Construction of the Learning Palace]
Chong Hua's first Learning Palace that accepted Cultivation disciples was built in Linyi and was named Wangshu Palace.
The school was decorated in the style of Murong Lian and Shu Jun. Flying flowers and spiritual butterflies could be seen all day long. The winding corridors intersected with each other, and the lazy curtains could be seen everywhere. Looking down from a high place, this school that covered half of Green Mountain looked like it was shrouded in smoke and clouds, or like a dream floating out of an opium pipe.
The Headmaster of the Learning Palace was a Murong Lian with an eccentric temperament and a temperamental temper. When the Learning Palace was being built, he liked to run into the Learning Palace when he had nothing to do and give pointers on this and that.
"Make the Elegant Music Stage smaller! What's the point of making it so big? Believe me, not many people like music cultivators. Yes, yes, yes, listen to me. Make the Elegant Music Stage smaller and the Illusion Stage bigger. "
The foreman even panicked. "Lord Wangshu, there's a small hill next to the Illusion Stage. We can't make it bigger."
"What are you afraid of? Blow it up. "
"… There's another small hill next to the small hill."
"Blow it up again!"
"There's a small village next to the small hill next to the small hill."
"Then … Oh no, this can't be blown up." Murong Lian held the pipe in her mouth and impatiently pulled the blueprint over. She pretended to look at it and finally said, "Alright, that's it then. The illusion platform is only this big for now. That's enough."
The foreman was speechless.
You can understand the blueprint even if you hold it upside down???
Mo Xi despised the Murong Lian's actions.
When he first entered the Learning Palace, he thought that he would immediately see a bright future of accepting students and opening up a platform to teach. He thought that he would be able to immediately experience the responsibility and gratification of facing the curious gazes of the students.
Who knew that he would be following the Murong Lian and standing at the top of the hill to watch the craftsmen work for the whole day? He even heard the Murong Lian make a bunch of outrageous requests.
"The Palace Master Hall must be built in a unique style. It can't be the same as the Imperial Academy at all. Not even the style of the bricks and tiles can be the same."
"The garden has to be unique, big, and curved so that it'll be convenient for the disciples to flirt with each other. Yes, yes, yes, that's what young people should do. Remember to plant more paulownia flowers. They're beautiful."
"Remember to reserve a place to hang the curtains. I want you to build a stormy corridor that connects the nine halls. The reason? There's no reason. I don't like to be in the sun. "
Gu Mang was speechless as he listened from the side.
"Have you calculated the money? Is it enough? "
"What are you afraid of?" The Murong Lian said, "If it's not enough, I'll ask Meng Ze for more. He can't wait for me to be more extravagant and wasteful, so that he can appear wise and simple. Believe me, I don't know how to be a monarch, but I'm very good at being a prince who can make them feel at ease. "
After he finished speaking, he took another puff of Floating Like A Dream. However, before he could take a second puff, the pipe was snatched away by Gu Mang.
Gu Mang put the pipe behind his back and smiled at him, "We agreed on ten puffs a day. Today's quota has been reached. You can't smoke anymore."
The Murong Lian was speechless.
"Mo Xi, give me the fruit preserves."
Mo Xi glanced at the Murong Lian, whose face was full of pain and confusion. He took out a packet of preserved fruit preserves from his Qiankun bag. It was sent by Jiang Fuli. It had the effect of suppressing the addiction of Floating Like A Dream. He handed the fruit preserves to Gu Mang. Gu Mang smiled. Without saying anything, he twisted the Murong Lian's head and stuffed the fruit preserves into his mouth.
The Murong Lian spat and said angrily, "This is too disgusting!"
"Longevity, longevity, longevity." Gu Mang said to him with a smile, "Master, you must take care of yourself."
The Murong Lian said angrily, "Get lost!"
Just like that, the school was built day by day. It was like building a dream that the three of them had in the past.
For the Murong Lian, this school finally realized his childhood dream of being able to make decisions for himself. Here, everyone's preferences were respected and they could choose the path they wanted to take.
For Mo Xi, from now on, he and Gu Mang had a new identity. They had a common home and a future that they had dreamed of together when they were in the military.
For Gu Mang, Wangshu School might mean even more.
A long time ago, when he was still very young, he and Mo Xi were walking on the long embankment at dusk. He broke off a green foxtail and brushed it across the field of flowers in the wild suburbs. At that time, he silently accepted the young Mo Xi's goodwill towards him. He had a humble hope that perhaps one day in the future, with such a great disparity in status, they would be able to stay together forever.
A long time ago, he and Lu Zhanxing had laughed and sat by the campfire drinking a pot of horse milk wine. They talked about everything under the sun with Lu Zhanxing. His chest was burning with passion. He hoped that this passion could start a prairie fire and burn away the weeds and thorns of the mortal world.
A long time ago, when he was still a small slave in Wangshu Mansion, he had a burning dream. He hoped that one day, everyone would be treated fairly regardless of their background.
He had hoped that every drop of heroic blood would be respected, and every flower seed would be sprouted.
Now, they finally had this fertile land.
[Epilogue 2: Drinking in the Starry Night]
In the second year after Mo Xi and Gu Mang concealed their identities, Wangshu School was finally completed.
On this day, Gu Mang was drinking under the night sky. Suddenly, he heard the sound of clothes fluttering. A familiar deep voice came from behind him.
"It's late. Why are you sitting here?"
Gu Mang turned his head and saw Mo Que leaping with his lightness skill, floating like a kite and stepping on the ink-black roof tiles.
This was the tallest building in Wangshu School. It was called the Moon Gazing Pagoda. Gu Mang liked to sit here when he had nothing to do. In the past two years, they had watched the Cultivation School rise from the ground. Like a beauty putting on makeup, it slowly took shape. The exquisite details slowly became what it looked like on the blueprint. Their hearts grew more and more peaceful.
Linyi was very far from the capital. Although there were occasional rumors about the disputes of the royal family, by the time they reached their ears, they were as faint as the moon in the window or the wind blowing into their ears.
They could still smell the stench of blood, but it had little to do with them.
What happened in the capital was like a dream behind a curtain. The moonlight shone on the Land of the Nine Prefectures. On the other side of the dream was royal power and wealth. On the other side of the dream was a simple family.
Gu Mang sat on the roof tiles with a pot of boiled pear blossom white tea beside him. Seeing Mo Xi come, he smiled and poured a cup for him. He said, "The School is going to be officially opened the day after tomorrow. I'm thinking about how lively it will be then. Hehe, I'm really looking forward to it. "
Mo Xi walked to his side and draped the winter coat he had brought over over his shoulders. Then he sat down next to him.
He and Gu Mang looked down at the magnificent Wangshu School. Gu Mang said, "Actually, sitting here, no matter how many times I look down, I still find it funny. Brother Lian is really extravagant and wasteful. I'm afraid Meng Ze will hate him to death. I heard that in order to set an example, Meng Ze cut down on the expenses of the Palace. He didn't even use the better incense, but Brother Lian —"
"Yet he wants the School's floor tiles to be made of gold."
Gu Mang laughed. "It's not that exaggerated, but …" He paused. Two rows of soft long eyelashes fluttered. Under the bright moonlight, he gazed tenderly at Mo Xi. "You've finally learned how to joke."
Mo Xi was a little embarrassed by his gaze, but he was also very moved. Thus, he bent down and kissed him. Then he quickly turned his face away and looked down at the empty sky and the waterside pavilion below the Pagoda.
He looked so serious, as if the one who had just kissed Gu Mang was not him.
But his fair face was a little red. He was always thin-skinned.
Gu Mang looked at him and sighed. No matter how many years had passed and how many things had happened, his Junior Mo was always so adorable. It was as if there was a pool of sweet honey boiling in his heart, but he did not want people to know about it and did not want people to look at it.
No matter how much time had passed, he could always see in Mo Xi the silhouette of the handsome youth from the Chong Hua School. He sat alone under a tree, gently biting into white rice dumplings. The sweat from his training seeped through the back of his neck. The breeze blew his bangs. When he turned his head, his eyes were as pure as the morning light.
The more Gu Mang looked at him, the more he liked him. He stretched his back and said, "Mo Xi."
"Yes?"
"I want to count the stars."
This was obviously not the first time such a conversation had happened in the past two years. Mo Xi rubbed his head and said, "Lie down."
Gu Mang lay on the roof, the back of his head resting on Mo Xi's leg. He looked up at the stars in the sky and the brilliant Milky Way. Gu Mang stretched out his hand and felt the night wind flowing through his fingers like silk ribbons. He counted the brilliant stars in the night sky. "One, two, three …"
There was a rumor that after the souls of martyrs died, there would be one more star in the sky.
He was counting the 70,000 stars that belonged to him. Even now, he still remembered their names.
Mo Xi quietly accompanied him, listening to his gentle voice as he counted the numbers that were not just numbers. There might be reincarnations of martyrs in the world, the brothers who had once walked beside them, Lu Zhanxing and the others … Maybe one day they would return to their side.
Maybe they would become the new disciples of Wangshu Academy and return to the good times of today from the dark past.
In the middle of the night, the night was cold and the pear wine Gu Mang brought up was almost finished. Gu Mang counted until he was dizzy and gradually fell asleep.
Mo Que lowered his head to look at his sleeping face. Finally, Gu Mang no longer frowned in his sleep, nor did he show any trace of fear. He only continued to mumble. Clearly, he still remembered to count the stars in his dreams.
"You can continue counting in the future." Mo Xi said to him gently. "Tomorrow, we have to prepare some objects for the opening of the academy. I'll take you back."
Gu Mang responded vaguely, but then said vaguely, "… Cousin … Zhanxing …"
Mo Xi's eyes were slightly sad, but then they were covered by endless gentleness. He helped Gu Mang tidy up the wine jar of pear wine and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky. He said, "They will watch you and will definitely return to your side."
Soon, more than a thousand disciples would enter the academy. Year after year, perhaps among them, there would be reincarnated old friends, fellow soldiers, or brothers who were reluctant to leave?
This time, no matter what kind of background they had, whether they were noble or poor, they would all be treated fairly and taught patiently.
This was exchanged with your blood and tears in the past.
Will you all come back?
Will you all see …
It was late at night and Gu Mang was sleeping soundly. Mo Xi couldn't bear to wake him up, so he got up and carefully carried him. The night wind blew his robe, and he leaped down from the pagoda using his lightness skill. The person in his arms faintly felt movement and subconsciously leaned into Mo Xi's warm arms to settle down.
In the vast world, the two of them turned into tiny shadows, and he brought him home.
[Epilogue: The Founding of the Academy]
The day before the official opening of the academy, in Wang Shu's residence, the Murong Lian, Mo Xi, and Gu Mang gathered together to discuss a matter seriously.
Titles.
The Murong Lian naturally referred to Wang Shu, but the key was Mo Xi and Gu Mang.
It was inconvenient for these two to appear in front of others with their previous identities. Fortunately, it wasn't difficult for Mo Xi and Gu Mang to disguise themselves, but it was debatable how to address them.
After discussing for a while, the Murong Lian unilaterally decided that after becoming an elder of the academy, Mo Xi would be called East Lord Yao Ling, and Gu Mang would be called Elder Qing Guang.
Gu Mang was very satisfied with his current life, and was also very satisfied with this elegant title.
The only one who wasn't satisfied was probably Mo Xi.
"Why is he called Qing Guang?" Mo Xi narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, looking down at the Murong Lian. "Qing Guang is another name for Wang Shu. What do you mean?"
The Murong Lian sneered. "What else should we call him? Another name for Xi He? Elder Chi Wu? "
Gu Mang shook his head repeatedly. "… That's too unpleasant. I'll vote for Qing Guang."
Mo Xi's eyes suddenly widened. He couldn't believe Gu Mang's betrayal. "Gu Mang, you —!"
The Murong Lian was very satisfied. He reached out to grab Gu Mang's shoulder. "Ha, he's my younger brother. If he doesn't follow my name, should he follow yours?"
Gu Mang was very pertinent. "That's not it. I just think that Qing Guang sounds better than Chi Wu."
Mo Xi was so angry that he went back to the academy to look for a more elegant name for Xi He. But no matter how he looked, Wang Shu was always better. In the end, he could only give up.
The next day, at five o 'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten. The clear air was vast and mighty, and the clouds were bright.
Amidst the majestic and solemn sound of the bell, Wang Shu Academy slowly opened its heavy doors, which were engraved with the sun, moon, and stars. Murong Lian stood at the top of the red and gold welcoming tower. She was wearing a sapphire blue elegant dress and looked down at the young disciples who were entering the academy one by one. Beside him, Mo Xi and Gu Mang stood side by side. The refreshing morning breeze blew on their faces. They were like the elders who used to teach them magic in the Imperial Palace. They welcomed the new lives and the brilliant sparks.
"What a small child." Gu Mang's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. The youngest of the children downstairs was no more than seven or eight years old. Many of them were obviously from poor backgrounds. They wore patched linen clothes and stumbled in nervously. They looked at everything here with curiosity and anticipation like little animals entering the forest for the first time.
They were like little carps that came from all over the world, gathering in this golden pool that was hard to come by.
There was no strict hierarchy and rules. There were many children, and they were not very old. As they walked, there were some cute and funny things — one person stepped on another person's shoe, but the other person was too nervous to notice it and continued to walk forward with a straight face.
There was a young disciple who was walking around, looking left and right for a while. His face became more and more panicked. Suddenly, he burst into tears. Everyone looked at him. "Wah! Brother! Brother, where are you? I can't find you! "
"Brother Song, you left your younger brother behind …"
Amidst the laughter, the elder brother went back with a red face to find his younger brother who was standing in the same place and crying loudly.
Mo Xi saw a child chasing another child in the crowd and shouted anxiously, "Nangong! Nangong! Wait for me! "She ran too fast and accidentally tripped.
Mo Xi, "…"
Gu Mang burst into laughter and turned to look at his lover and brother. The two of them did not look as relaxed as him. Clearly, they were a little doubtful about whether this kind of opening and teaching that welcomed all kinds of people would go smoothly. Gu Mang looked at their stiff expressions and couldn't help but laugh even harder, laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach.
"The path is long and the path is long and the path is long and the path is long."
The Murong Lian flicked his sleeves and gritted his teeth, "In the future, you will be in charge of the discipline. What kind of idiots are these?"
"I will, I will!" Gu Mang did not care and raised his hand enthusiastically.
Mo Xi looked at him and said, "Forget it. If you are in charge, these disciples will be harder to deal with in a year."
Gu Mang, "…"
Amidst the chatter, the sun rose from the east and shone on the golden tiles of Wangshu Academy. The three of them watched as more and more disciples were led by the instructors to the big school field with the Yin and Yang totem. They were ready to wait for their lives to start anew.
The bell on the corner tower rang eighteen times. Each ring represented the six elements, six arts, and six virtues.
At the end of the last sentence, Murong Lian snorted. Her sapphire blue robe fluttered in the wind as her Qing Gong swept across. Amidst the exclamations of the young disciples, she leaped over the roof and landed gracefully in front of the drill ground's main hall, attracting a wave of envious sighs.
Mo Xi, "…"
Gu Mang shook his head helplessly and smiled, "He is still the same Murong Lian. He has not changed."
Mo Xi said to him, "Let's go."
"Okay."
The two of them looked at each other and held hands under their wide sleeves. Step by step, they walked down the long steps in the dazzling morning light and walked towards their future.
Gu Mang wore the reversal stone pendant in front of his lapel. The stone had lost its luster. It had completed its mission and could no longer reverse anything.
But it was a token of their life and death experience. It was a testimony to their inseparable life and death, and finally, their happiness.
When the morning light shone, the black crystals emitted a lustrous glow, sparkling and sparkling on his clothes.
It was dark and bright.
Just like Gu Mang's black eyes that had finally recovered their original appearance.
It had once experienced the deepest darkness, and now …
It shone with the brightest light in the world.
The author had something to say: Edited the previous chapter, which was also the last chapter. Damn, the original ending of the transmigration book was the sacrifice of the two people in the book. Mo Xi returned to the real world before he transmigrated and found that although so much time had passed in the book, the real world was still the day he transmigrated and Gu Mang was still lying in the operating room. But after experiencing the world in the book, Mo Xi had already understood that Gu Mang was actually not an HSH criminal, but a police undercover who could no longer prove his identity. He rushed to the hospital. He thought that he would not be able to clear Gu Mang's name without any evidence. But Director Jiang made Officer Meng (the original Meng Ze), an HSH undercover in the police, tell the truth. Gu Mang was able to regain his identity as a police officer.
After recovering from the operation, Gu Mang and Mo Xi went to the Cemetery of Martyrs and buried the other undercover, Lu Zhanxing, who had died in the mission and was once stigmatized. Outside the book, he threw the "Forbidden Book" that Gu Mang had cheated to his netizen, Thirteen Streams of Jinjiang, to reorganize and publish it. The poor worker, Vegetable Bao, had just finished writing "Husky", so he combined the world view of the husky from thousands of years ago and rewrote the "Forbidden Book" and threw it to Jinjiang, working hard for the gay man.
There was a problem with the line before the beginning of the novel. When I was revising the outline, I thought it would be no problem to change it to pure ancient. But it was just an idea. When the ending was resurrected, it was still weird. It was too difficult to force the outline to be revised. You guys were right ~ ~ I overestimated my ability to change the outline = = Sorry!!! Damn! Lying flat and getting beaten up! In the past few days, I thought about how I could improve it a little, so I revised the ending, although … it was still weird = = (dbq!) But it seemed like … it was slightly better … Damn, no matter what, it was weird — — because the original setting of the book world was to be sacrificed … But I still tried my best to polish the color again!! If you are interested, you can flip to the ending chapter. The system should have already changed it ~ ~ Then I will throw in an epilogue of the school ~ ~ Pop pop ~ ~ ~
PS: The first draft of the transmigration book was opened separately. It was not opened in the VIP section. If you want to find it, you can go to the column and look for "Easter egg".
PS: If I want to gain experience, I won't be able to open it so quickly. I don't know if I'll open it now or later. Before I open it, I'll carefully ask the editors if they're ready. If they're interested, they can open it now or later. But I reckon that it'll take a long time before I open it.
Anyway, thank you for your comments and encouragement. Pop pop! Thank you very much!
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