Mo Xi paused for a moment, then slowly said, "… No need."
"If you don't like the steamed buns … there's meat too. You can have it too."
Mo Xi turned his face away to hide the redness in his eyes. "I just ate. These are all yours."
Gu Mang finally felt at ease and continued to chew.
After the meal, the two went down the mountain together. The road was steep and long. Gu Mang did not like to rely on others, so he limped in front. Mo Xi followed behind him, looking at his back without saying a word.
This background was so familiar. Many years ago, there was also a young general who stubbornly led his comrades to cross mountains and rivers, cutting through thorns and thistles.
He was not particularly tall, but because he did not have time to care about the army's appearance, he was always dirty and even a little wretched. He was like a mayfly that tried to shake a tree. Anyone could crush him with a pinky finger. However, this mayfly would get up again and again after being poked. It was stubborn and stubborn, and no matter what he did, it would not fall.
He used to be the undefeatable god of war of the entire army. He gave countless people the confidence to win and the hope to go home.
Perhaps because of this, Mo Xi used to think that he was eager to see Gu Mang repent and apologize. But when he really saw Gu Mang kowtowing in front of the many tombstones, Mo Xi only felt a deeper pain.
Gu Mang's bent back did not look good. His broken expression did not look good either.
— — Not many people liked to see a strong person become bent. Moreover, that person used to be your light.
While he was lost in thought, Gu Mang suddenly stopped and turned back to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Gu Mang pointed at the crossroads in front of them. "I don't remember where to go. To the left? "
Mo Xi looked to the left and saw that the trees there had fallen. There was an open space with martial law chains. There were two high-level Imperial Guards guarding there. Behind them was the light of the enchantment barrier. He could not see the specific situation behind the barrier.
Mo Xi said, "That is the forbidden area of Mount War Spirit. No one can enter. To the right. "
Gu Mang looked thoughtfully at the mysterious forbidden area, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused and hazy, as if he had sensed something, revealing a sorrowful expression.
Mo Xi asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Gu Mang did not answer. At this moment, it was the evening bell. The desolate sound of the bell rang out from the city walls, echoing between heaven and earth. A gust of wind rose in the mountain forest, rolling from the depths of the forbidden land to the winding mountain path. For a moment, the trees rustled and the birds flew away. Gu Mang slowly closed his eyes in the cool breeze.
"I don't know." Gu Mang said, "But I seem to have dreamed of this place before …"
This person's strange words could not be trusted. When this forbidden area was drawn by Jun Shang, Gu Mang had already rebelled. No matter what, it was impossible for him to have come to this place.
Mo Xi said, "No one has ever been able to enter this place. There are heavy guards guarding it twenty-four hours a day. How could you have come here before?"
Gu Mang's lips moved, but he did not know what to say. He could only make a sound of agreement and walk in the opposite direction, looking back three times with each step.
After returning to the residence, Gu Mang was tired and hungry from kneeling for days. He ate some food, took a bath, and went to bed to sleep. He did not mention this matter again.
He slept for a day and a night. When he woke up again, he saw Mo Xi standing in the Osmanthus Hall. He was dressed in a black and gold robe, standing with his hands behind his back. Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Xi turned around and threw him a scroll, "Catch."
"What is this?"
"A combination of 'A Glimpse of Magic' and 'The Old History of Chong Hua'." Mo Xi said, "You have the intention to turn back. I already told Jun Shang yesterday. He asked me to give you this book."
Gu Mang was originally flipping the bamboo slips back and forth. When he heard this, he suddenly raised his head. His eyes lit up, "Did he agree to let me start over?"
Mo Ran did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked at him with a strange expression, "… I'll tell you one more time. I've warned you before that no matter how much you compensate, Jun Shang will never take back the order to sentence you to death. No matter how much you compensate, it will not change the final outcome."
The shadows of the flowers in the Hall of Enlightenment were gentle, but the words were cruel.
"You will still be used as an experiment by the Hei Mo. When you lose your value, you will still die." Mo Xi paused and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"I know."
Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "Think about it. Think clearly before you answer me."
"I've been kneeling for four days. I think clearly." Gu Mang was very calm. His calmness even made Mo Xi easily associate him with the man who could carry the sky on his shoulders even if it fell down.
"I know. Jun Shang asked me to learn these just to 'use' me again. Instead of letting me eat for free, it's better to let me do something before I eat. I understand this principle. "
Mo Xi said, "Not only that. He asked me to teach you these things because he hopes you can recall some useful memories."
"What's wrong with that?" Gu Mang said, "I also want to know what happened to me in the past. I want to know if what you said is true. "
His fingers clenched and sank into his palms.
Mo Xi said, "… I've made it clear to you today. If you choose this path, don't blame Chong Hua for being merciless when the day of your execution comes. Don't be unwilling. "
"I definitely won't be willing, but you will also die, and I will also die." Gu Mang caressed the bamboo scroll in his hand lovingly, as if he was caressing his own future. He had the straightforward thoughts of an animal. "But as long as I can live a little better, then I'll live a little better." He raised his head and stared at Mo Xi with his clear eyes.
"Otherwise, why don't I just die tomorrow? It's better than suffering every day."
Mo Xi was speechless.
It seemed that whether it was in front of the rogue Gu Shuai or in front of the ignorant Gu Mang, he would end up in this situation in the end.
Mo Xi silently looked at Gu Mang for a while, then said, "From now on, come to my study every day. I'll do my best to teach you. "
Gu Mang hugged the scroll and nodded.
From that day onwards, Mo Xi began to teach Gu Mang some beginner level magic that didn't require too much spiritual power, and told him some of the old history of Chong Hua. According to Jiang Fuli, these were things that Gu Mang had learned before. The second practice helped to awaken Gu Mang's lost memories, and was indeed a better way to recover.
Days passed like this, and unknowingly, it was late spring.
During this time, Gu Mang recalled some of his past, but perhaps because Jiang Fuli's medicine was too effective, Gu Mang could only recall irrelevant fragments, most of which were related to cultivation in the school. These memories weren't of much use, but the biggest use was that they allowed Gu Mang to more or less regain some of his former self, so he was no longer so foolish.
Sometimes he would swagger around like Gu Shuai, and sometimes he would squat in a corner like a wolf dog and remain silent. Sometimes, he would be exceptionally quick-witted and witty, but sometimes, he would stutter and stutter, not being able to say anything clearly.
What annoyed Mo Xi the most was that as Gu Mang recovered part of his memory, he began to unconsciously repeat many of the words he had said before. For example, he called himself "Laozi" several times, and Li Wei almost broke his leg.
There were also several times when he called Mo Xi "Junior Brother Mo", and Mo Xi almost broke his leg.
As a result, Gu Mang had to find a balance between his instincts and rules, which often caused him to swallow half of a sentence. For example, he once wanted to help Li Wei clean the courtyard, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. He waved his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and strode over, shouting, "Come, come, come, let Lao-"
Before he could say "Laozi", he met Butler Li's scrutinizing gaze, and immediately broke away from Gu Shuai's shadow. He hurriedly shook his head, and carefully stuttered,
"Sweep the floor, I, I'll help you."
Over time, Gu Mang didn't know what to say anymore. He would always stand in the courtyard with his mouth open, lost in thought. When someone suddenly called him, he would turn his head, and the expression on his face would switch between Gu Mang and Gu Shuai.
He didn't know what was right for him to do, or how to speak without being annoying. This directly caused him to often pout when he interacted with others, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
Butler Li gave a fair evaluation, "Putting aside his identity as a criminal, that little face of his is quite cute and pitiful."
Mo Xi only snorted coldly.
But a cold snort was one thing. As long as there was a break in court and he had nothing to do, Mo Xie would still supervise Gu Mang's reading. Gu Mang was the same as when he was young two years ago. He liked to write cursive, and didn't like to write regular script. He liked "A Glimpse of Magic", but didn't like to read "The Old History of Chong Hua". However, on this day, Gu Mang was different from his usual self. When Mo Xi came back, he saw him sitting next to Taihu Rock, with the lake water in the courtyard sparkling. He was eating an apple while reading "The Old History of Chong Hua" with great interest.
Something was wrong. Mo Xi couldn't help but walk behind him, and bent down to look at the page Gu Mang had been staring at for a long time. He said, "What, are you interested in this part?"
His voice was low and magnetic. His lips just happened to be next to Gu Mang's ear. Gu Mang couldn't help but be shocked. He turned around to glare at him, half of the apple still between his moist lips and teeth.
At this moment, the distance between the two was extremely close. Mo Xi's cheek was almost touched by his lips. Gu Mang didn't feel anything, but Mo Xi's ears instinctively turned red. He suddenly straightened up.
After a long pause, he said stiffly,
"Don't suddenly turn around like this in the future."
Gu Mang swallowed the apple with a gulp and licked his lips, "You were the one who suddenly spoke behind me, and you were so close. How can you blame me? "
"…"
A few months ago, Gu Mang, who had completely turned into a wolf, would never say such words. However, now Gu Mang knew how to say it. When he said it, there was a hint of the old Senior Brother Gu's unreasonable expression.
Although Mo Xi knew that he was the one being unreasonable now.
"If you continue to talk back, come to the study tonight to copy the 'Record of Fuzhou's Heavenly Tribulation'."
Gu Mang opened his mouth. The arrogant spirit of the God of War Gu Mang made him want to say something. However, in the end, the body of the traitor Gu Mang gave up. His blue eyes were replaced with the kind of meek obedience.
Mo Xi couldn't tell which situation made him more unhappy.
He didn't intend to continue this annoying comparison. Mo Xi lifted his chin slightly and pointed at the bamboo slip in Gu Mang's hand. He said, "Why do you keep looking at this page?"
"Oh …" This scroll talked about the head of the Three Gentlemen of Chong Hua, Hui of the Precepts and Hui of the Precepts. In the past hundred years, the titles of Precepts and Precepts had been given to the later generations. Only Hui was worthy of this title.
Gu Mang suddenly pointed at the small portrait of Gentleman Hui and said, "Because this person looks a little familiar."
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