Yu Wu

The two turned their heads and saw Murong Lian in white clothes fluttering around, holding a pipe, lazily walking out of the darkness.

In addition to these hero steles, there are eight jade statues as tall as ten people on the top of Zhanhun Mountain. They are engraved with seven kings and one of the most remarkable national teachers since the founding of Chonghua.Murong Lian was hiding behind one of the statues just now, and no one noticed his existence.

Mo Xi got up, looked down at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Wang Shu Jun, why are you so boring?"

"This king pays homage to his late father, and after the sacrifice, he wants to overlook the beautiful scenery in the world, thinking that life is like a dream. So I stand here and look at the mountains, the water, and the floating clouds."

Murong Lian narrowed his eyes, took a puff of smoke, and slowly exhaled: "Otherwise, Mr. Xihe thinks I'm willing to listen to such a ridiculous conversation? What 'I want to make amends', hehe, I really laughed my teeth out."

Stepping on the sapphire boardwalk with his pure white silk shoes, he walked straight in front of them, and weighed Gu Mang up and down maliciously: "Honey, do you know what you used to be?"

Gu Mang's calmness could almost kill anger, Gu Mang said: "I know. I am a traitor."

Murong Lian puffed out smoke rings, and said with a sneer with an unsuspecting expression: "Yo, so you know. I thought you lived a good life in Xihe Mansion, and almost forgot your identity and status."

Mo Xi calmly took a long step and stood between Murong Lian and Gu Mang.

Mo Xi said: "Murong Lian, you are too lenient."

Murong Lian smiled strangely and said: "The dog I raised, I can't even say a few words?"

"He's my man now."

Mo Xi's tone was not kind, and the thin layer of camouflage on Murong Lian's face was also peeled off.

"You don't need to emphasize it, I've already seen that you really regard him as a human being. Only the people of Chonghua can worship the heroes who are buried in the Soul Mountain." Murong Lian approached Mo Xi suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and he gritted his teeth. , "What's the matter, Mr. Xihe, do you still regard Gu Mang as your brother? We are so indistinguishable from each other, why don't we just lay out a red carpet, fire cannons and sprinkle flowers to bring the monarch of Liao Kingdom into the room?" Let’s forget about visiting the Mausoleum of Heroes in Chonghua?”

He was so aggressive, Mo Xi didn't pay attention, but Gu Mang said, "I'm here to apologize."

Murong Lian seemed to have heard a big joke: "Apologize?"

Gu Mang thought that he didn't explain clearly, and said again: "I'm here to apologize, to them—" He looked back at the standing monument of heroes, "I'm here to apologize to them."

This time Murong Lian laughed outright, the tassels attached to the hookah fluttered slightly with his laughter, and Murong Lian laughed louder and louder: "Hahaha——haha, apology? Apology?"

His fox-like eyes stared at Gu Mang suddenly, the smile on his face was still there, and the cruelty in his eyes was already showing. With such a mixed conversation, that pale face looked extraordinarily ferocious.

"How do you want to apologize, how do you want to apologize??"

"Don't laugh me to death Gu Mang, do you think you knelt down in front of Mo Xi's father's grave and kowtowed two heads to turn a little paper into an apology? Chonghua's thousands of heroic souls can't tolerate you being so spoiled!"

Mo Xi said angrily: "Murong Lian!"

"What's the matter, you won't let others talk to him? You won't let me criticize you?" Murong Lian suddenly turned his head, "Huoqiuer, you and I have lost our father since we were young. I hope that the Shu Mansion is not as good as you. You have to order me like this?! Your father and I are lying on this mountain! You don’t mind him coming in, I mind! Can’t you?!”

Saying that, he raised his hand to volley towards Gu Mang and said, "Look at him! What kind of apology is he for his leisurely appearance!!"

Gu Mang suddenly took a few steps forward, passed Mo Xi, and walked in front of Murong Lian.

"I didn't say it was an apology. I'm not smart, but I know it's not enough," he said.

Murong Lian said angrily: "Fart! You're not stupid. You're too smart. You pretended to be obedient and resigned to your fate in Luomei Bieyuan, but now in our Mo Shuai's hands, you start to pretend to be remorseful again. Come and burn two pieces of paper to express your sympathy!"

"Gu Mang, do you think that the heroes who died in Chonghua are particularly easy to bribe? Do you think that two Ming coins can wipe out your faults and clean up your past? Do you think that the descendants of Chonghua's heroes are all with you? Is Jiaxi as easy to dismiss as Jun?"

Gu Mang looked at him straight, and said, "I didn't."

"Then you bastard shouldn't have come in today!"

As Murong Lian said, he suddenly hooked the back of Gu Mang's neck with a pipe. The pipe was very hot, making Gu Mang tremble suddenly, but Gu Mang didn't break free, as if showing some kind of determination.He stared at Murong Lian's face with his blue eyes without saying a word, the ash from the cigarette filter fell down along his wide skirt, and the sparks scalded his flesh.

He didn't hide, but Mo Xi couldn't watch it any longer—whether it was because of Gu Mang or because of Zhuang Su in the Mausoleum of Heroes, he didn't want to see Murong Lian continue this farce.

He grabbed Murong Lian's arm and moved the pipe away from the back of Gu Mang's neck.

The skin where the mouth of the cigarette hit had been scalded, exposing the bright red flesh, Murong Lian still didn't think it was enough, and said angrily, "Mo Xi, let go of your fucking hand!"

"Murong Lian, do you want to play wild in Battle Soul Mountain?!"

"It was you who brought traitors to disgust Chonghua's heroic spirits of all ages! Do you still have the face to accuse me?"

"He's here to apologize!"

"Just thank you dad!! Did he thank others?! Did he kneel with others? What sin is he apologizing for? He is just pleasing you and wanting to live a comfortable life! I think his goal has been achieved! You next What are your plans? Do you want to go to the king and ask him for credit? Do you know what his intentions are?!!"

When the flames of anger were burning, it was inevitable to push and fight, but it should be said that it was Murong Lian who attacked Mo Xi, and Mo Xi had been refraining from making violence in the Zhanhun Mountain Cemetery.Seeing Mo Xi being poked and pushed by Murong Lian, Gu Mang wanted to fight, but Murong Lian suddenly turned his head and slapped him on the face.

There was a crisp sound of "snap".

The red lotus seal on Gu Mang's neck suddenly lit up, but he restrained himself from exploding.Because he understood their conversation, he knew that force should not be used here, let alone blood.

When Murong Lian slapped him, he still couldn't understand his hatred. This face was indescribably complicated and disgusting to him, so he kicked Gu Mang hard on the chest. On the long sapphire steps, he choked out a mouthful of blood.

"Gu Mang!!"

Gu Mang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely, and looked up at Murong Lian. His eyes were full of animalism, but he still suppressed it fiercely. He took a breath, lowered his eyelashes, and pushed away Mo Xi's hand that wanted to help him up. He used the sleeve of his robe to wipe off the blood on the ground carefully.

Murong Lian narrowed his eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly as he was still angry: "What are you doing?"

"This place shouldn't be dirty." After Gu Mang finished speaking, Fu raised his face again.

"I said I wanted to make amends, and it was true."

"..."

"It is also true to say that I will not betray again."

Murong Lian: "..."

"I didn't lie." Gu Mang's bruised lips moved slightly, opening and closing, "Everything I said on my knees today is true."

Those blue eyes were too clean and clear, Murong Lian couldn't help but took a step back, the hand under the sleeve of the robe was caressing the royal blue ring on his thumb, the trembling of his muscles and bones became more and more uncontrollable .

As if wanting to suppress the emotion in his heart, Murong Lian paused for a moment, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Okay."

"You have to apologize, kowtow, and start over, right?"

Gu Mang said firmly, "Yes."

Murong Lian raised his head and gasped for breath, and when he turned his eyes to Gu Mang again, there were extremely complicated emotions flashing, his fingers under the sleeves almost wanted to buckle the sapphire ring into his palm.

"Tombs in the cemetery, old or new, whether you died because of you or not, you kneel down one by one. Every time you kneel down, repeat the traitor Gu Mang, ten thousand deaths cannot atone for blood crimes."

"You have to kneel down to every grave in this mountain before you are barely qualified to say a word." Murong Lian leaned over, and put his smoky cheeks close to Gu Mang's ear temples, "You are sincere and thank all souls for your sins. "

After finishing speaking, Murong Lian straightened up and glanced at Mo Xi, as if he had already predicted that Mo Xi would not agree, so he said to Gu Mang again: "However, in the final analysis, you are also Mr. Xihe's man, do you want to do it or not?" I can't order you anything either. It all depends on how remorseful you are."

Gu Mang didn't hesitate, didn't even pause at all, he got up from the ground, the bright golden sun shone on his red and swollen cheeks and the blood stains on the corners of his lips, he said, "I'll do it."

I said I meant it.

As long as I do what I want, I will never look back.

When Murong Lian heard that he agreed so quickly, he didn't know whether the expression on his face was mostly a smirk or a shock, or maybe there were some secrets hidden in it that no one could figure out except himself.

Murong Lian's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "Don't regret it. Tens of thousands of graves may not be finished in three days and three nights."

Gu Mang said: "Then four days and four nights, ten days and ten nights."

He even turned his head to look at Mo Xi: "I want to show you my heart."

Mo Xi had already clenched his fingers into fists, but he kept silent—he knew Gu Mang too well. Seeing the light in Gu Mang's eyes, he already knew that if Gu Mang was not allowed to do this, it would be like preventing a beast from getting bloodthirsty. Gu Mang would never be willing.

Furthermore, what Murong Lian said was indeed true.

There is still a price to be paid for the little evil to turn around, not to mention that Gu Mang is burdened with corpses strewn all over the field, thousands of miles of blood paste.

But Mo Xi still said in a low voice: "Gu Mang, you have thought clearly. Even if you kneel down, no one can forgive you. It doesn't matter if it's three days and three nights or ten days and ten nights, even if you kowtow to death on this mountain , you are still a criminal in Chonghua, nothing will change."

Gu Mang just repeated: "I want to show you my heart."

Mo Xi's chest was pounded like a boulder, and after repeating it twice, he suddenly understood what Gu Mang meant.

Gu Mang never expected that the so-called crimes and betrayals would be wiped out, and Gu Mang already knew that neither crimes nor betrayals could be wiped away.

He just wanted to live differently from his former self, he just felt that his former self was wrong, he just, he just wanted to...

"After you read it, if you are willing to believe me, can you teach me how to do this. This time, I don't want to go on a detour again."

Mo Xi couldn't say anything, his heart ached so much that he almost fell to his knees.In the cold wind on the top of the mountain, his face was so pale, and his blood was so cold.

He looked at Gu Mang's upturned head, still ignorant face.

After a long time, he heard someone talking, his voice was very hoarse, and then he found out that the person who spoke was actually himself.He sighed: "Gu Mang, don't be stupid. You have no way."

Gu Mang opened his eyes slightly.

Murong Lian's expression changed: "Mo Xi—don't..."

But Mo Xi didn't listen, his heart was pierced like a knife, his throat was bleeding, but he still said every word, so cold, so cruel.

"You have no way out. Your Majesty has condemned you to death. The reason why you live is to wait to be used as a black devil test at any time."

Murong Lian said angrily: "Mo Xi!! You are crazy and you tell him this?!"

"Then what do you want to do? Let him atone for his crimes with full expectation, and then tell him sorry that all your previous efforts were useless on the day of his death?"

"..."

Mo Xi turned his gaze back, and said to Gu Mang: "Since you want to do this, I will tell you the truth. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, you will always die in the end. No matter what you do, you won't have to start all over again." opportunity."

Gu Mang didn't speak, his wide-open eyes slowly lowered, his long eyelashes drooping, casting faint fragrances and sparse shadows in the deep blue like sea water.Just when Murong Lian and Mo Xi thought he would give up, he suddenly whispered: "I see."

The mountain wind howled, sounding like a golden drum, and crying like a dead soul.

"But it doesn't matter. Because I think, even if I can have a new day, even if I can live a good day, it is right."

His face was turned up, like that fiery young man who was also living towards death in the siege of despair.

Gu Mang said: "As far as I can go, if I die tomorrow, I will be a good person for one day. If I die next year, I will be a good person for a year."

- "This is the last I can do."

This is the last ray of conscience I can ask for after so many years of wandering.

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Yue Chenqing

Height: 176cm

Identity: Fourth uncle licks the dog

Speaking human words: an intermediate-level craftsman who wholeheartedly learned from his fourth uncle

Social status: Because no one competes with him, he is a silly, sweet, sand sculpture boy who has no idea of ​​the sinister heart

Speaking human words: The only descendant of the Yue family

Favorite: Fourth Uncle

Most hated: Someone scolds him as his fourth uncle

Favorite color: white

Most hated color: purple

Favorite food: flower cake

The most hated food: all kinds of offal

Dream: Get personal guidance from my fourth uncle