Yu Wu

The severe pain was like a crack in the ground, exploding from the heart and spreading to the whole body.

In the Shi Yujian, Mo Xi knelt on one knee, tried his best to support himself, but suddenly choked up blood.

The prison in front of him has been damaged, leaving only blurred light and shadow, or maybe it is not the light and shadow that is blurry, but his vision.The jade slips were constantly depriving him of his spiritual flow, tearing apart his flesh and blood, the pain of his soul and the torment of his body poured back like a torrent of sea water, pressing into his lungs.

Yu Jian's cold voice sounded again, circling and echoing in his ears.

"The Jane is damaged, and the pages are huge. If you insist on reading it, you will be severely injured..."

Flesh and blood...

What is Flesh Bruise?Any serious injury to flesh and blood will hurt more than the truth.

He is obviously a loyal minister with a mission, but he has to be buried deep in the dirty quagmire and cannot get out.

Obviously knowing all the truth, but want to smash teeth and swallow blood.

It is a fire that obviously wants to warm the world, but it will be extinguished by you step by step, step by step, and crushed into ashes.

Obviously just recognized a brother...

Mo Xi coughed up blood, pressed the broken choked throat, closed his eyelashes tremblingly, and tears poured out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks—he almost collapsed, what was Gu Mang feeling at that time...?

Mingming just recognized a brother, and in this life, if he only called out "big brother", he would be sent to the gallows.He clearly knew that his elder brother was innocent and wronged, but he couldn't vindicate him and reveal the truth.

When Gu Mang smiled and bowed to Lu Zhanxing, how did he feel...

Is there any blood wound in this world that can hurt more than the sorrow of being a spy?

Knowledge cannot be spoken, love cannot be spoken.

His hands... had no choice but to be stained with the blood of Brother Paoze.

Seeing the surrounding tigers, wolves, and monsters ravaging the land he guarded, he still laughed and said something about it!

Listening to the cries of the people in the mother country, the cries of babies, and the howls of soldiers, but you still have to put on an indestructible mask, you can't shed a tear, you can't have the slightest softness, and you can't be seen to be hesitant and sad .

What kind of mood is that...

His Gu Mang, his Senior Brother Gu, and Chonghua's Gu Shuai are obviously the ones who will try their best to hold the scroll of the military book and mutter to remember every unknown soldier.

He was so gentle, so kind, so fond of laughing, so cherishing and respecting every life.

He once couldn't even bear to hurt a small flower on the battlefield, but he wanted to use the knife in his hand to pierce that fresh flesh with his own hands—why wasn't he gouging out his own heart! !

Mo Xi coughed up blood, slowly moved forward with staggering steps, the surroundings were already in a chaotic darkness, only a cluster of dim light was shining at the far end.

He knew that it was the next memory he needed carried by Shi Yujian.

He walked on.

Every step is like an invisible hand tearing his lungs and viscera, crazily snatching blood and true essence from his body, his spiritual power has been devoured by Zai Shi Yujian, but the light source is far away from him Still so far away.

It was as far away as Gu Mang of eight years, carrying a dilapidated small cloth bag, containing the head of his brother-in-law, singing and traveling far away in the sunset and dusk, among the sad lotus flowers of the old beggar.

——"Today, when the gold is gone, who will regain his pride, and friends leave the group to hunt dogs. There is no good porridge in the day and no sleep in the night, and you end up singing lily lotus on the street. Who can bear the two ends of a life, and don't blame parents or the sky. I knew that I would suffer this. Frustrating, I became a demon on the day I repented. Now I have nothing to do, so try to persuade people not to be like me!"

It turns out... that figure is not that of a traitor.

But a hero's farewell.

Gu Mang stood on the Chonghua Bridge, turned his head and looked at the gate of the imperial capital, and murmured, he knew that he was going to fight a battle without support, and he was going to a bloody round.

He knew he was going to hell.

He said softly and left.

Then carefully carrying the only money his homeland could give him—the cold pancake given to him by the old beggar, he lowered his head and walked among his [-] dead brothers.

Gu Mang... Gu Mang...

Can you stop...why can't I catch up with you...

Mo Xi walked towards the light source step by step, tears rolled down his face, there seemed to be countless reflections dancing in the darkness around him, mocking him and cursing him for throwing away the past. Vicious back stabs into his blood.

"traitor!"

"Do you know how dirty you are..."

"What you want is revenge! For your ambition, for your comrades, and for your future, you don't care if other people have more blood!"

no……

no.

Don't scold him, don't scold him, he is innocent...! ! !

Mo Xi was almost driven crazy by the crazy reflection in the darkness, and he couldn't even feel Yu Jian's heartbreaking pain. He just wanted to go back to the river of time and tell his past self, no.The truth is not so.

Gu Mang... never thought about revenge, never had any ambitions.

He just wanted to guard the [-] monuments, and the last dignity of a group of brothers.

He just wants to see that after Chonghua's snow melts, the mountains and rivers will be green again, and the peach blossoms will be red on both sides of the river. He just wants to... He just wants to see the fair and peaceful world promised to him by the king on the golden platform, To be able to take root in their trampled bodies, to see the new replace the old, the flowers replace the blood, the right replace the wrong, the joy replace the sorrow.

He just wants to see a pot of sake placed in front of a martyr's tombstone, regardless of his origin, to turn a piece of paper into peace.

Where did he have the slightest bit of hatred...

He just wants to bring his brother home.

Mo Xi staggered, walking towards the light and shadow step by step - it seemed that with every step he took, he could get closer to the Gu Shuai who was eight years ago.

It hurts so much...

The spiritual flow was exhausted, and he didn't stop. Yu Jian went to absorb the power in his spiritual core, as if trying to split his heart into pieces.But what he felt was not the heart-wrenching pain, he wanted to...

With just one thought, tears fell like rain.

He wondered if Gu Mang felt like this when his spirit core was destroyed.

His little senior brother who is actually very afraid of pain, very soft, and cries easily, was in pain [-]% or [-]% more than he is now.It hurts so much, and he still suffers all kinds of stares and misunderstandings from his colleagues. No one cares about him, no one takes care of him, and no one knows what he has paid for.

No one knew what the smiling Gu Shuai looked like when he turned around and left Chonghua.

"Gu Mang..." Mo Xi actually had hallucinations while he was trying his best to move forward.

He saw Gu Mang, who was wearing a heavy Chinese military uniform, come out of the faint light. He was smiling, followed by Lu Zhanxing, the phantoms of the brothers who died in battle after him, Zhao Shengwei, Ping Luo Xiaochuan... were all there around him.Gu Mang looked extremely happy, cleaner, more delicate, and more energetic than Mo Xi had ever seen.

Mo Xi walked towards them, Gu Mang seemed to see him, there was a moment of surprise in his black eyes, and finally blurred to the end of his slender eyes, but there was a bright smile, he smiled flamboyantly, there was no expression in his eyes. A little bit of pain and haze.He stretched out his hand to Mo Xi, and said, "Junior Brother, don't cry, it's fine..."

"You see, this is the dream of my life. I hope that one day, whether it is Chonghua or this Continent of Comprehension, it will become the right way. Don't laugh at me for being too naive and too ideal. I know that things will always happen. It's getting better and better, like the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass...My Highness, you have to believe me. Look at when your brother Gu Mang lied to you."

——That's what he said to the boy Mo Xi when he was lying on the riverbank when he was in the academy.

It came from across the world, and the cheeks were already wet with tears.

The flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and winter will pass.

You have to believe me.

My Royal Highness.

Because... if you don't believe me either...

The light suddenly dimmed, Gu Mang's figure was blurred, the military uniform became a snow-white slave's clothes, with a black hook on the neck, Lu Zhanxing and his phantoms all scattered and withered behind him like snowflakes.

Gu Mang knelt down in the dark night, his hands were covered with blood, he curled up like a lonely animal.

If you don't believe me either, I'm really just fighting alone.

I was really alone.

Just trust me...

The figure shrunk and became smaller and more stooped.Mo Xi suddenly ran towards him like a madman without hesitation, and said sadly——

"Gu Mang!!"

Gu Mang.

I believe in you... I believe in what you said, the flowers will bloom, the rain will stop, and the winter will pass... Can you come back, can you go on without a dark road.

33 years.

His brother Gu had been a slave for more than twenty years, a traitor for five years, and a prisoner for three years.

Counting it down, I didn't even have a good day.

It was only at this time that Mo Xi completely understood that Gu Mang had never thought about himself.He never thought about where the flowers bloomed, the rain stopped, and winter passed, where would he be, a person covered in dirt and blood on his hands.

And he once said something to such a selfless and desireless leader——

"You don't care about the blood of more people!"

How could Gu Mang not care about more people's blood?

When he was forced to kill the first innocent people in Chonghua.

He's probably already buried himself in his heart.

The beam of light at the end of the jade slip swayed, and Gu Mang got up and walked further and further away. He couldn't catch up, and he began to hear Jiang Yexue's voice calling him as if from across the mountains and seas:

"Mo Xi! Mo Xi!!"

"..."

"Wake up! If you keep going like this, your spirit core will be shattered!! Mo Xi!!!"

The phantom of Gu Mang in the jade slip suddenly stopped, and he turned his head: "Mo Xi...don't chase after him."

The snow-white and thin clothes fluttered gently in the wind, and the long black hair hung down his thin cheeks.For so many years, from the general who responded to everyone to the traitor who everyone shouted and beat, he has lost a lot of weight and haggarded a lot. He is no longer healthy like before, and even the color of his pupils has changed.

But those eyes, which have experienced countless life and death and blood, and concealed countless secrets and sorrows, are still so bright and gentle. In the deepest pain, there is the most tenacious hope hidden.

Gu Mang said: "Don't chase after me. Everyone has their own path. I've already chosen the one I want to take... It's not an easy path. But I know it's right."

"Gu Mang..."

"It's right, so, I don't regret it."

The wind picked up, blowing Gu Mang's clothes flying, and gradually his whole body was blown away like crushed petals. Gu Mang finally smiled at him, that smile was as bright as the first golden yellow in spring. The winter jasmine, bravely poking its head out of the winter snow.

As if to say, look, I didn't lie to you.

Spring will come.

Spring has come.

A sudden burst of strong force pushed him out of the darkness—the phantom of Gu Mang in the jade slip was still in front of his eyes and hadn't dissipated, and he had completely returned to Jiang Yexue's mansion.

He didn't come back to his senses, blood kept dripping from the chapped skin and corners of his lips, but he didn't feel any pain.He heard Jiang Yexue calling him anxiously, sending spiritual power to his heart.

But nothing can be felt.

His eyes were wide open, and he never blinked. He was afraid that if he blinked, the traces of that smile would completely dissipate. Tears flowed down his blood-stained face and into his temples.

"Mo Xi..." After probing, the spiritual power was exhausted, and the spiritual core that had been destroyed by Gu Mang before was on the verge of reaching the critical point again, Jiang Yexue couldn't help but choked up, "You... Why bother..."

Mo Xi didn't answer, as if his soul had died.

After a long time, he moved his lips and gently pulled his hand back from Jiang Yexue's palm.

"Mo Xi...?"

Mo Xi struggled, he was already in this state, I don't know what supported him, but he was still struggling to get out of bed, struggled to stand up, and walked towards the door.

Jiang Yexue saw that he was on the verge of collapse but still insisted on walking forward stubbornly, her face was as white as paper: "Where are you going?"

"..." Mo Xi paused and said, "Go home."

He wants to go home to see Gu Mang...he wants to go back and tell the truth about what he saw to Gu Mang who has actually recovered his memory...he wants to rush back...

He wants to rush back, and rush back to say that he waited for me eight years ago.

Let me add that I believe in you eight years later.

sorry……

I will not leave you alone again.

Whether it's darkness or stigma, I'll spend it with you, I'll carry it with you...

"He is no longer in Xihe Mansion!" There was a sudden sound like thunder.

Mo Xi turned around quickly.

Jiang Yexue's expression turned even worse, as if he was unsure whether to say or not, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and said, "...Murong Lian came over while you were reading the paper."

"..."

"Gu Mang has been taken away by the operator's desk."