Yu Wu

At the same time, the Cultivation Academy.

Jiang Yexue sat next to the boxwood inlaid spirit jade table.This little table has bulging legs and bulging teeth, and the horse's hooves are turned inside out. The top frame is inlaid with high-quality Guiyuan stones, and it is full of spiritual power.

Since the refiners often need to repair some damaged objects, there must be a similar table in their room, which can cooperate with the monks to reverse the loss.It's just that the level of each refiner is different. Some refiners can only repair a broken bowl, but people like Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi can restore too many things.

This set of techniques looks easy, but it actually has extremely high requirements for the refiner. A slight deviation in the spirit flow during restoration may lead to irreversible consequences. Therefore, if the first young monk wants to become a refiner, the Academy There will definitely be a major item of "repair" in the final graduation test.

According to legend, the eldest son of the weapon refining family, who is now Yue Chenqing's father, Yue Juntian, was able to restore 170 damaged treasures in a very short period of time when he graduated, breaking the record of the school for a century. .Yue Juntian always likes to brag about this matter. He once wanted to use his bravery to overwhelm his brother-in-law Murong Chuyi, but finally made Murong Chuyi very impatient, and immediately destroyed more than a thousand treasures in the Linglong Pavilion of the Yue family. With Yue Chenqing's livid face, he restored all these treasures in a stick of incense, and slapped Yue Juntian in the face severely.Since then, Yue Juntian has never mentioned his old courage after graduating from the palace.

However, be it Murong Chuyi or Yue Juntian, they repaired things at that time just to show off their skills, and the utensils were just smashed at random, not smashed to pieces on purpose.Jiang Yexue was different, what he faced at the moment was a pile of jade slips containing history that were almost crushed to powder, not to mention completely broken, and the order was completely out of order.

"……How about it?"

"It's no wonder that those who destroy these jade slips don't have to take the fragments away." Jiang Yexue sighed, "The historical jade slips have spiritual power, even if they are broken into pieces, they can be easily detected. He destroyed them like this, In the entire Chonghua, there may not be three people who can repair it."

Mo Xi was silent for a while and said: "I shouldn't hide the fact that I sneaked into the Palace of Imperial History for too long. I ask for your help. It's better to recover one volume after another than not knowing anything."

Jiang Yexue said: "If there is something hidden about Brother Gu's old case, I am willing to help you uncover it. It's just..."

Mo Xi's eyes darkened: "Can't it be repaired?"

"That's not true." Jiang Yexue stroked the half-assembled bamboo slips on the small table, "But you can also see that I can only repair it into a prototype at this moment, and it cannot be reversed to its original appearance. If you want to get a intact Yujian, it will take at least one month."

Mo Xi shook his head: "You can't wait that long, your majesty will definitely notice this."

"..."

"I want to know at least part of the secret before he finds out." Mo Xi raised his eyes, the bottom of his dark eyes seemed like an endless night, and he whispered, "Do you have any other methods?"

Jiang Yexue hesitated for a long time, her eyes lingered on Mo Xiying's deep facial features, then fell on the headband that tied his hair, and finally let it hang down again.He lowered his head and stroked the jade slips without saying a word.

However, Mo Xi caught a glimmer of hope from his actions, and asked, "There is, right?"

Jiang Yexue closed her eyes, raised her slender fingers, and carefully put the fragments together at the very edge of one of the jade slips.

"……Yes."

Before Mo Xi could speak, Jiang Yexue immediately said, "But Mr. Xihe, that's too risky."

"What? Will you know the wrong past because the restoration is not complete, or will these scrolls be damaged and there is no possibility of complete restoration?"

Jiang Yexue looked at Mo Xi, he had rarely seen such an anxious and out-of-control expression on this man's face, but at this moment, Mo Xi's face that was haggard due to the torment of the past few days was carrying too many emotions, which made him feel uneasy. He looks a little strange.

Jiang Yexue said, "You won't be able to bear it."

"You know, no one has been able to fully restore the Time-Space Life and Death Gate, one of the three forbidden arts, but there are actually countless techniques and treasures derived from the Life and Death Gate in the Kyushu Continent. Most of them have only inherited its smallest details. A detail, or a rudimentary restoration—just like the space-time mirror you just experienced."

The mist in Mo Xi's eyes gradually dissipated, and he looked at the scroll resting on Jiang Yexue's little table.

"Zaishi Yujian too?"

"Yes." Jiang Yexue said, "The gate of life and death of time and space is the origin, and the mirror of time and space is the re-engraving, and these..." He nodded his knuckles as white as porcelain, "These jade slips containing history have the same reason The same. No matter how powerful they are, their origins all come from the art of life and death in time and space left by Fuxi."

"About this forbidden technique, there is an oracle hidden in all the rumors—if anyone opens the gate of life and death, they will be doomed to a bad end. The time-space mirror and the Jade Slip of History do not have the ability to truly reverse the past like the gate of life and death, so they will not be able to curse. entrant's life, but..."

He paused, and looked at Mo Xi's haggard face.

"Every time you forcibly enter, your body will suffer great wear and tear. ... You should have experienced it when you were on Bat Island."

"..."

"Mr. Xihe, I have known you for nearly half my life. Your blood is pure and your spiritual power is amazing. No matter how tired you are in the past, you have never shown any weakness. But when you come out of the time-space mirror, your spiritual power No matter whether it is flow or physical condition, it has been cut to the extreme." Jiang Yexue sighed, "Do you know what will happen if you rashly enter the unrestored Jade Slips Containing History?"

Her soft white fingertips slid inch by inch across the cold, shimmering ivory bamboo slips.

"You may be shattered, or your spiritual core may go berserk."

"I have to go in. I believe that Gu Mang had a secret to treason back then."

——The two said a word almost at the same time, and then the room fell into silence.

Outside the window, bamboos sway and rustle.

Mo Xi undoubtedly heard Jiang Yexue's words clearly. He lowered his eyes, but said: "...Brother Jiang. After going around for so long, I still choose to trust him."

Jiang Yexue looked at Mo Xi calmly and silently, her gentle black eyes seemed a little moist.

"... Mo Xi."

"..."

"You trusted him once back then."

Eight years ago in the Golden Temple, the young general stood in front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. He was so angry and sad that he was alone facing the tigers and wolves surrounding him.

Back then, Mo Xi's trembling voice seemed to pass through the turbulent years, and reached the ears of the two of them again.

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"Who is treason? How could Gu Mang be treason?! Are you crazy? He didn't rebel when he was sitting in my army, and he didn't rebel when he was besieged on all sides. All his sincerity and passion were exhausted. Dedicated his best years to the land under his feet, you now accuse him of being a traitor?! Crazy?!!"

Manchu civil and military discoloration: "Xihe Jun..."

Junshang Lei Ting was furious: "Mo Xi! Who gave you the courage!"

And Mo Xi is like a lone beast that has lost its companion... No, it is far more painful than that kind of loss.Like an eagle losing its wings, Kua Fu cut off his feet, and Painter Miao lost his eyes.

Chizi dug out his loyalty.

The naive, honest, sad youth stood between accusations and whispers—

He was a traitor among nobles, and those slave monks headed by Gu Mang were destined not to accept him.

He could only stand alone in the hall alone, guarding the last ruins left by his brother, his lover, and his god.

Mo Xi's eyes were wet and he was choking, but he still said firmly, "He won't betray."

"..."

"I would like to swear on his behalf and guarantee him with my life."

"He will definitely come back..."

In fact, he didn't even know whether he was telling the king to listen to such an oath, or he was giving himself the last comfort.

Jiang Yexue sighed and repeated: "You have already trusted him once."

"That time, you almost died for it. Do you want to believe it a second time, to find out an uncertain truth?"

Mo Xi was silent for a while, and said: "...I said a word to him on the Dongting battleship back then."

Another string of candle tears flowed down, flowing deep in the lotus lamp, quietly accumulating into a pool.

"I said that as long as he can turn back, everything is fine." Mo Xi closed his eyes, folded his hands in front of his browbones, lowered his head, and said softly, "As long as he can turn back, he can kill me, life, glory... ...don't matter to me anymore."

"But he didn't do that. He ended me with that knife, and told me with the heads of millions of monks that he chose a path of revenge."

"In these years, he killed countless monks in Chonghua, how many people lost their lives at his hands, and the heirs of those nobles sacrificed, their relatives and parents would come to curse me and hate me - saying that I was a guarantor for the ghost, saying that it was my How many villages in Chonghua were razed to the ground by my brother, and how many Li people's homes were destroyed... They all said that I was blind, I was deceived... A lot of blood debts were placed in front of me, but I still didn't dare to face him. I don’t want to fight a battle against him.”

When the man said this, although he tried his best to hold back because of the nobleness and arrogance in his bones, his voice was trembling.Jiang Yexue could hear the choking in his throat, like a jar of wine that hadn't been opened for eight years, soaking the vocal cords in his throat until he couldn't make a sound.

Mo Xi slowly opened his eyes, mocked himself hoarsely, and said, "What they scolded was never wrong."

"For so many years, I know that he owes Chonghua tens of thousands of lives. I walked through the villages and towns burned by the war, saw the monks lying in a pool of blood, the stomachs eaten by jackals, and the wives who lost their husbands. , an old man who has lost his son, a child who sits beside his parents and weeps bitterly." Mo Xi rubbed his index finger in pain and pinched his eyebrows, who could he say these words to for so many years?

He is cold, he is tense, and he is supporting.

Others still have wives, children, parents, what does he have?Even the only light and heat in his life became his darkness.

What is left of him...

It was not until today, when Mo Xi was finally able to share these words with Jiang Yexue, when he desperately wanted to exchange for an uncertain hope.

His shoulders were trembling slightly, and his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to distinguish the original pitch.

"I've seen the bones of lieutenant generals that were torn apart alive, and dead people who could fill rivers—it was committed by people I protected." Mo Xi closed his eyes sadly and said, "He took the monks from Liao Kingdom to do the crime." next..."

"Do you know what that feels like?"

It seems that all the souls who died in vain gathered around him, swearing at him, cursing at him, wailing at him, begging for help, screaming and digging out their hearts and blood—your Gu Mang, your lighthouse, the one you admired the most in this life Cherished people are killing us!

Lord Xihe... Lord Xihe...

Four generations of Zhongliang, the son of a general... the patron saint of Chonghua... you save us... you protect us... please give us justice, please give us the bloody hands of the unforgivable sinner The devil sent to the gallows, please kill him! ! !

I beg you to wash away the hatred and blood for your mountains and rivers.

please……

Please give us justice...

Why don't you do it?

Why don't you go head to head with him and kill him to the death? Why don't you categorically go into battle and take his life?Do you still believe him?Do you still love him...

Are you still so obsessed, expecting the ghost to turn around, expecting him to wake up, expecting him to return to yesterday!

You are also a traitor...

Cowards...traitors! !coward!traitor! !

Mo Xi buried his face deeply and covered his ears with his hands. These voices followed him closely for eight years, biting him, torturing him and whipping him all the time—yes!He once wished that Gu Mang could die!

Thinking of the child who lost his father and mother, weeping in his arms, sobbing like a kitten, and in the end, the demonic energy still overflowed, and died of the plague poison of the black demon in the Liao Kingdom.

Thinking of the white-haired old man leaning on crutches in a bloody village in the setting sun, losing his mind with tears, repeating the name of the child who will never come back home again and again...

How could he not want Gu Mang to be put to death, how could he not want the generals who fought these cruel battles to be killed? !

Therefore, when Gu Mang was arrested, he chose not to say a word, and handed over this person to Chonghua and Junshang to deal with him according to the law.But……

The overlapping slender eyelashes seemed to be moist at this moment.

But when he really sees that person...he will find out that the heart that should have been tempered into iron and stone is still made of flesh.

He is private.

He was ashamed of his selfishness, and felt sleepless and restless day and night because of his selfishness. He saw the child in his arms open his blood-red eyes, cursed him and scolded him. He scolded him.

traitor! !

traitor……

Jiang Yexue looked at the person in front of her, but couldn't help it, and said softly, "...Brother Mo..."

Mo Xi didn't respond, he paused quietly for a while, a smile that was almost extremely sad appeared on the corner of his lips.

"If Zaishi Yujian can let me know the truth of the year, if I can really find out that he has hidden secrets—" He raised his eyelashes and looked at Jiang Yexue with moist eyes, "Even if I die, I will still be happy of."

"..."

"At least in this life, I didn't protect the wrong person, and I didn't judge the wrong person. Me too...we also..." After all, the calmness and calmness tended to be broken in words, Mo Xi closed his eyes suddenly, his Adam's apple rolled, and didn't continue.

We are finally no longer traitors and cowards.

The blood soaked in the past eight years can finally come to an end.