Yu Wu

[Postscript [-]. The first construction of the Academy]

Chonghua's first school to accommodate disciples of cultivators was completed in Linyi, and it was named Wangshu Palace.

The decoration of the school is very promising in the style of Shu Jun Murong Lian. Flowers and butterflies are flying all day long, winding corridors are round, and lazy curtains can be seen everywhere. The academy in Qingshan seems to be placed in a cloud of smoke, and it is also like a dream floating out of a pipe.

Murong Lian, the master of the school palace, has a temperament of yin and yang, and has a moody temper. When the school palace was being built, he liked to run into the palace whenever he had nothing to do, pointing at this and gesticulating that.

"Give me a smaller Yale Terrace! Why is it so big? I believe I don't have that many people who like Lexiu, yes, yes, listen to me, shrink the Yale Terrace, and expand the Illusion Stage."

The foreman was even panicked: "Mr. Wang Shu, there is a hill next to the illusion platform, and it cannot be expanded any further."

"What are you afraid of? Explosion."

"... There is another hill next to the hill."

"Fry again!"

"There is a small village next to the hill next to the hill."

"Then—oh no, this one can't be blown up." Murong Lian impatiently pulled the blueprint over with a bong in his mouth, pretended to read it again, and finally said, "Okay, let's do it this way, the illusion table is just like this for now. Great, that's fine."

foreman:"……"

Can you understand the drawings even if you hold them upside down? ? ?

Mo Xi despised Murong Lian's move.

When he entered the academy for the first time, he thought that he would immediately see the bright future of accepting students to teach in the altar, and he would immediately feel the responsibility and comfort of facing those eyes seeking knowledge.

Who knew that he followed Murong Lian to stand on the top of the mountain to watch the craftsmen work for a day, and also listened to Murong Lian's unimaginable requests.

"The main hall of the palace has to be built in a unique style. It can't be repeated at all with the Imperial Palace, not even the style of a single brick or tile."

"The garden should be unique, large, and winding, so that it is convenient for the disciples of the academy to talk about love. That's right, that's what young people should do. Remember to grow a little paulownia flowers, it's beautiful."

"Remember to reserve a place for hanging curtains. I want you to build a wind and rain corridor connecting the nine halls. Reason? No reason, I don't like the sun."

Gu Mang was obviously speechless while listening.

"Have you ever counted the money? Is it enough?"

"What are you afraid of?" Murong Lian said, "It's not enough to ask Mengze what he wants. He wants me to be more extravagant and wasteful, so as to make him wise and simple. Believe me, I don't know how to be a king, but I can't be a king under the king. Don't worry, my lord, I am very good at it."

After finishing speaking, he took another puff of Floating Life Like a Dream, but before he took another puff, the pipe was snatched away by Gu Mang.

Gu Mang put the bong behind his back, and looked at him with a smile: "Ten puffs a day as agreed, today's quota has arrived, and I can't smoke any more."

Murong Lian: "..."

"Mo Xi, bring the fruit."

Mo Xi glanced at Murong Lian, who had a painful and troubled face, and took out a pack of candied fruit from Qiankun's pouch, which was sent by Jiang Fuli. In the hands.Gu Mang smiled, without saying a word, he broke Murong Lian's head and stuffed the fruit into it.

Murong Lian snorted and said angrily: "This is too unpalatable!"

"Prolong your life and prolong your life." Gu Mang said to him with a smile, "Palace Master, you should take care of yourself, old man."

Murong Lian said angrily: "Get out!"

The school was built up day by day, like a dream of the three of them.

For Murong Lian, this school finally realized his childhood dream of being able to make decisions on his own, where everyone's preferences can be respected, and he can choose a path he wants to take.

For Mo Xi, since then he and Gu Mang have a legitimate new identity, their common home, and the future they dreamed about together when they were in the middle of the war.

But to Gu Mang, Wangshu Academy might mean 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 stalk of bristlegrass and brushed it across the flower fields in the wild suburbs.At that time, he silently accepted the boy Mo Xi's overtures to him, with a little bit of humble extravagant hope, thinking that maybe one day in the future, they with such disparity in status would finally be able to stay together forever.

A long time ago, he and Lu Zhanxing laughed and sat by the campfire and drank a pot of kumiss, chatting with Lu Zhanxing all over the world, with a fire burning in his chest, hoping that this fire could start a prairie fire and burn away the world weeds and thorns.

A long time ago, when he was a small slave in Wangshu Mansion, he had a hot dream, hoping that one day everyone would be treated fairly regardless of their origin.

He once hoped that every drop of heroic blood could be respected, and every flower seed could germinate.

Now, they finally have this fertile ground.

[Postscript Part [-]: Starry Sky Night Drinking]

In the second year after Mo Xi and Gu Mang kept their identities incognito, Wangshu Academy was finally completed.

On this day, Gu Mang was having a drink under the night sky, when he suddenly heard the rustling of his robes, the familiar deep voice said behind him:

"It's late at night, why are you sitting here?"

Gu Mang turned his head, and saw Mo Xi leaping forward lightly, floating like a paper kite, stepping on the black roof tiles.

This is the tallest building in the Wangshu Academy, called the Moon Tower. Gu Mang likes to sit here when he has nothing to do.In the past two years, they watched the Cultivation Academy rise from the ground, like a beauty putting on make-up, slowly getting meticulous eyebrows, exquisite details, and gradually becoming the appearance on the blueprint, and their hearts became more and more peaceful .

Linyi is far away from the emperor. Although there are rumors about the disputes of the royal family from time to time, when it reaches their ears, it is already as pale as the moon sprinkled in front of the window and the wind blowing into the ears.

Those bloody auras could still be smelled, but they had nothing to do with them anymore.

The affairs of the imperial capital are like a dream behind a curtain.The high sky and moonlit night illuminate the land of Kyushu, the other end of the dream is royal power and wealth, and the other end of the dream is the Chaimi family.

Gu Mang was sitting on the tile, with a pot of hot pear flower white beside him. Seeing Mo Xi coming, he poured one for him with a smile, and said, "The school will be officially opened the day after tomorrow, I was thinking about it." , By that time, I don’t know what kind of lively scene it will be here. Hehe, I’m really looking forward to it.”

Mo Xi walked up to him, draped the cold clothes he brought over his shoulders, and sat down beside him.

He and Gu Mang overlooked the magnificent Wangshu Academy below, and Gu Mang held his chin and said: "Actually, I sit here, no matter how many times I look down, I still find it funny. Brother Lian is really extravagant and wasteful, I'm afraid Mengze wants to hate him to death, I heard that Mengze, in order to set an example for himself, reduced the cost of the royal palace, and even stopped using better incense, but brother Lian—"

"However, I wish that the floor tiles of the academy are all gold."

Gu Mang laughed loudly: "It's not that exaggerated, but..." He paused, his two rows of soft long eyelashes trembling slightly, and looked at Mo Xi tenderly under the bright moonlight, "You finally learned how to joke .”

Mo Xi felt a little embarrassed when he saw him, but he was very moved, so he leaned down and kissed him, then quickly turned his face away, looking at the buildings under the tower, the towers and the water pavilions.

That serious look, as if he wasn't the one who kissed Gu Mang just now.

It's just that his fair face is a little red, and his skin is always thin.

Gu Mang looked at him, and sighed in his heart, why no matter how many years have passed and how many things he has gone through, his junior brother Mo is always so boring and cute, as if a pool of sweet honey is boiling in his heart, but he hides it and refuses to let it go. People know, don't want people to see more.

No matter how long it has passed, he can always see from Mo Xi the profile of that handsome young man in the Chonghua Academy back then, sitting alone under a tree, gnawing rice dumplings in small mouthfuls, sweating from training. The back of his neck was leaking tightly, and the breeze was blowing his broken bangs. When he turned his head, his eyes were as pure as the morning light.

The more Gu Mang watched it, the more he liked it, stretched his waist, and said, "Mo Xi."

"Ok?"

"I want to count the stars."

Obviously, this kind of conversation is not the first time in these two years. Mo Xi raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said, "Lie down."

Gu Mang was lying on the roof tiles, with the back of his head resting on Mo Xi's legs, looking up at the sky full of stars, the Milky Way was brilliant.Gu Mang stretched out his hand, feeling the night wind flowing through his fingers like a ribbon, and counted the brilliant night stars: "One, two, three..."

There was a rumor that after the soul of a hero passed away, there would be one more star in the sky.

He was counting the [-] that belonged to him, and until now, he still remembered their names.

Mo Xi quietly accompanied him, listening to his gentle voice, counting numbers that were not just numbers, somewhere in the end of the world, there may have been heroic souls reincarnated, those brothers who walked side by side with them, Lu Zhanxing and those People... may come back to them one day.

Maybe he will become a new disciple of Wangshu Academy in a certain year, returning from the dark past to the good times of today.

In the middle of the night, it was cold and chilly, and the Lihuabai that Gu Mang had brought had almost been drunk. Gu Mang counted groggyly, and gradually fell asleep.

Mo Xi lowered his head and stared at his sleeping face. Up to now, Gu Mang finally no longer frowns when he is asleep, and there is no trace of any fear, but he is still mumbling, obviously in his dream he still remembers to continue to sleep. Count the stars.

"Let's continue to count later." Mo Xi said to him gently, "Tomorrow I have to prepare some utensils for the opening of the academy, and I will take you back."

Gu Mang vaguely responded, but then said vaguely, "...Cousin...Zhan Xing..."

Mo Xi's eyes were slightly mournful, and then they were overwhelmed by endless tenderness. He cleaned up the pear-blossom white wine jar for Gu Mang, looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and said, "They will watch you, I will definitely come back to you."

Soon there will be more than a thousand disciples entering the palace, going back and forth every year, maybe among them, there are reincarnated old people, Pao Ze, brothers who are reluctant to give up?

This time, no matter what kind of background, honorable or poor, they can be treated fairly and taught patiently.

This is what you paid for in the past with blood and tears.

Will you come back?

Will you see...

The night was getting deeper, Gu Mang was fast asleep, Mo Xi couldn't bear to wake him up, so he got up, carefully hugged him, the night wind was blowing his robe, he jumped down the pagoda lightly, and the person in his arms was faintly Sensing movement, subconsciously leaned into Mo Xi's warm embrace, and settled down.

In the boundless world, he and him turned into tiny phantoms, and he took him home.

[Postscript No. [-]. Notes on the establishment of a business]

The day before the official opening of the academy, in Wangshu's mansion, Murong Lian, Mo Xi, and Gu Mang got together and had a serious discussion about one thing——

title.

Needless to say, Murong Lian is Palace Master Wang Shu, and the key is Mo Xi and Gu Mang.

It is inconvenient for these two to show their former identities to others. Fortunately, the disguise technique is not difficult for Mo Xi and Gu Mang, but how to call it is debatable.

After discussions and discussions, Murong Lian unilaterally decided that after becoming the elder of the school, Mo Xi would be called Yaoling Dongjun, and Gu Mang would be called Qingguang Elder.

Gu Mang is very satisfied with his current life, and he is also very satisfied with this nickname.

The only dissatisfaction is probably Mo Xi.

"Why is he called Qing Guang?" Mo Xi squinted his eyes and crossed his arms, looking down at Murong Lian, "Qing Guang is another name for Wang Shu, what do you mean?"

Murong Lian sneered and said, "Otherwise what's the name? Find another name for Xihe? Elder Chiwu?"

Gu Mang shook his head again and again: "...This is too ugly, I still vote for Qing Guang."

Mo Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide, unable to believe Gu Mang's betrayal: "Gu Mang, you—!"

Murong Lian was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to wrap around Gu Mang's shoulder: "Heh, he's my younger brother, he won't be named after me, should he follow you?"

Gu Mang was very to the point: "That's not true, I just simply think that Qingguang sounds better than Chiwu."

Mo Xi was so angry that he went back to read the classics, trying to find a more elegant nickname for Xi He, but no matter how he searched, Wang Shu was the better one, so he had to give up in the end.

On the morning of the second day, at Mao's time, the sky was misty, and the air was clear and the clouds were bright.

Wangshu Academy slowly opened the heavy door carved with the sun, moon, and stars amidst the majestic and solemn bells. Murong Lian stood on the red-painted and gold-painted front tower, wearing royal blue elegant clothes, and looked down into the academy one by one. young disciples.Beside him, Mo Xi and Gu Mang stood side by side, with the refreshing morning breeze blowing on their faces, like the elders who taught them spells in the former imperial palace, they greeted those new lives and brilliant sparks.

"He's so small." Gu Mang bent his eyes and laughed, the youngest of the children downstairs was no more than seven or eight years old, and many of them looked like they were born in poverty, wearing patched linen clothes, stumbled and felt anxious Walking in quickly, looking at everything here with curiosity and anticipation like a small animal that has just entered the forest.

They are like small carps pouring in from all over the world, converging in this hard-won golden pond.

There are no strict levels and rules, there are many children, and they are not very old. Walking, there are some cute and ridiculous things-one person stepped on another person's shoes, and the other person was too nervous to ignore it. He found out that he continued to walk forward with a serious face and a bare foot.

There was a young disciple walking around, looking left and right for a while, his face becoming more and more panicked, and suddenly he burst into tears, and everyone went to look at him: "Wow! Brother! Where are you, brother? Can't find it?" it's your turn!"

"Brother Song, you have forgotten about your brother..."

Amidst the laughter, the elder brother blushed in embarrassment and went back to find the younger brother who was standing there and crying loudly.

Mo Xi saw a child chasing another child in the crowd, and hurriedly said, "Nangong! Nangong! Wait for me!" He ran too fast and unexpectedly fell over.

Mo Xi: "..."

Gu Mang burst out laughing, and turned to look at his lover and elder brother. The faces of those two were not as relaxed as his. They obviously doubted whether the opening of the altar to give lectures would really go smoothly.Seeing the stiff expressions of the two of them, Gu Mang couldn't help laughing even more, laughing loudly.

"The road is obstructed and long, and the road is obstructed and long."

Murong Lian flicked his sleeves and gritted his teeth: "From now on, you will be in charge of the commandments. These are a bunch of fools."

"I'll take care of me!" Gu Mang didn't care, and raised his hand with a positive smile.

But Mo Xi glanced at him, and told the truth: "Forget it, you don't care, these disciples will be even more difficult to deal with after a year."

Gu Mang: "..."

Among the whispers, the rising sun is slowly rising, shining on the golden tiles of Wangshu Xuegong, and everything is shining.The three of them watched as more and more disciples downstairs, led by the monk Yinjiao, walked towards the Dajiao Field of the Academy where the Yin-Yang totems were painted, preparing to wait there for a new start in their lives.

The bell of the turret rang eighteen times, and each sound represented the six elements, six arts, and six virtues.

At the end of the last utterance, Murong Lian let out a snort, flaunted his sapphire blue clothes like a showman, and with a sweep of light kung fu, jumped across the roof ridge from the Yinglou amidst the exclamations of all the young disciples, and landed lightly in front of the main hall of the school grounds, causing a lot of trouble A sigh of envy.

Mo Xi: "..."

Gu Mang shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile, "It's still the same Murong Lian, it hasn't changed."

Mo Xi said to him, "Let's go too."

"it is good."

The two looked at each other, joined hands with Guangxiongxia, and walked down the long steps facing the building step by step in the dazzling morning light, walking towards their future.

The reversal stone pendant on Gu Mang's skirt, the stone has lost its luster, completed its mission, and has no effect on reversing anything.

But it is a token of their experience of life and death, witnessing the blue sky, the inseparable life and death, and the happiness that finally belongs to them.

As soon as the morning light shone, the black spar exuded a lustrous glow, shining brightly on his clothes.

Dark and bright.

It's like Gu Mang's black eyes finally regaining their original appearance.

It has experienced the deepest darkness, and now—

What it shines is the brightest light in the world.

The author has something to say: I edited the previous chapter, which is the ending chapter. Unfortunately, the ending set in the book was that the two people in the book died. Mo Xi returned to the real world before the book, and found that although the book had passed It's been so long, but the reality is still the day when I put on the book, and Gu Mang was still lying in the operating room.But after experiencing the world in the book, Mo Xi already understood that Gu Mang was not actually a hsh criminal, but an undercover police agent who could no longer prove his identity.He rushed to the hospital, thinking that Gu Mang could not be vindicated with empty words, but Director Jiang made HSH's undercover police officer Meng (Mengze's prototype) tell the truth, and Gu Mang was able to regain his police status.

After recovering from the operation, Gu Mang and Mo Xi came to the Martyrs Cemetery to bury the clothes of another undercover Lu Zhanxing who died in the mission and was stigmatized. He threw it to his netizen Jinjiang Shisanliu writer Cai Bao Chi Cai to reorganize and publish.The poor wage earner Cai Baochicai just finished writing "The Erha", so he combined Erha's worldview thousands of years ago, re-edited "Forbidden Book" and threw it on Jin Zong, working hard for gay writing.

There was a temporary touch line problem before starting the article. When modifying the outline, I think it should be no problem to change it to pure ancient, but the idea is nothing but imagination. It is still weird when the ending is resurrected. It is still too difficult to modify the outline qaq, what do you say? That's right~~I overestimated my ability to change the outline==I'm sorry! ! !Harmful!Lie flat and be beaten!In the past few days, I thought about how to improve it a little bit, so I revised the ending again, although... still weird == (dbq!) But it seems... a little better... Harm, no matter what, it's weird-- Because it was originally planned that the world in this book would have to be sacrificed...but I tried my best to polish it again, woo woo woo! !If you are interested, you can look forward to the ending chapter, the system should have been replaced~~ Then throw a school and write it down~~~Bobo~~

ps. The first draft of Chuanshu was opened separately, and it was not included in the VIP fee. If you want to find it, poke into the column to find "Easter Egg", and you will find it~~

Again ps. It is impossible to open the new article so fast if we have to learn from experience, and I don’t know whether to open it now or Gudan. ~But it is estimated that it will take a long time to prepare for it to open~~

Anyway, thank you for your comments and encouragement, Bobo!Grateful!