Yu Wu

When Gu Mang heard that he really had a cousin who would come to see him the day after tomorrow, he couldn't help being surprised and pleasantly surprised.

After his mind was damaged, he rarely showed such obvious happy emotions, so that he seemed to be mentally better.

Throughout the day, he asked Mo Xi from time to time: "Mo Xi, what kind of person is cousin?"

Mo Xi planned to give him more expectations, but he didn't want to talk too much, so he just said, "You'll know when you see it."

"Oh……"

Sitting in the guest room of the inn and playing with bamboo dragonflies for a while, he turned his head and asked, "Then I saw him, what do I want to say to him?"

"You can say whatever you want, there are no rules."

"Then what will you say when you see your cousin?"

"...I don't have a cousin." Mo Xi put down the scroll in his hand, looked at Gu Mang's round blue eyes, and comforted him, "Don't be nervous, he is your brother, not your enemy."

Gu Mang seemed relieved a lot.But not long after, he looked at his clothes, ran to the bronze mirror to take a closer look at his appearance, then ran back to Mo Xi, and pulled Mo Xi's sleeves: "Clothes."

"Ok?"

"I want to change into a new dress. This way my cousin will be happy to see it."

Mo Xi almost laughed: "Are you going to propose marriage?"

"What is marriage proposal?"

"...I was just kidding." Mo Xi got up and said to Gu Mang, "You have a good rest in the inn. My defensive barrier is placed in the inn, so it's safe. I'll buy you a new set of clothes and come back .”

Gu Mang nodded repeatedly.

It wasn't difficult to choose clothes for Gu Mang, Mo Xi knew his waist size perfectly, and after a while, he picked up a paper bag from the best tailor shop in Lin'an.

Back at the inn, he handed the paper bag to Gu Mang, and said, "Go and change it, do you like it?"

The robe is pure white, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns with snow silkworm ice silk, the style is simple and elegant.Gu Mang has always been good at close combat. He used to like to wear narrow-sleeved tight clothes, but later he became a prisoner, and he didn't have any good clothes all day long. He had never worn this kind of warlock robe with flowing sleeves and flowing silver light.

He stepped out from behind the screen cautiously, lest he would step on the hem of his clothes if he walked too abruptly.Then he stood still in front of Mo Xi, his blue eyes filled with uneasiness.

"It feels...a bit weird."

He still wore a loose bun, and his soft black hair hung down his cheeks, making his skin white and his eyes clear.After changing into this kind of clothes, it is indeed possible to see some similarities in outline between him and Murong Chuyi.

Mo Xi said gently: "It's beautiful, you're just not used to it."

Gu Mang was a little surprised: "Really? Looks good?"

"Yeah." Mo Xi laughed, "Just dress and get used to it."

Gu Mang nodded happily, but it didn't take long before he thought of something again, and ran behind the screen to change out this snow gauze suit, and hugged it out with both hands.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xi was slightly surprised, "Don't you like it?"

Gu Mang said: "It will get dirty." He said, carefully folded the clothes, lifted the brown oil paper on the table, fanned his eyelashes and blew carefully, then rewrapped it, solemnly Patted, "I'll wear it the day after tomorrow."

Although the magic breath has invaded his mind, the desire for family affection seems to be engraved into his bone marrow, and it is there all the time.

Mo Xi watched him put the paper bag containing the clothes on the bedside, and after a while, he simply hid it under the pillow.After a while, I turned it out and took a sneak peek again, stretched out my hand and touched the fabric cautiously, showing some uncertain and expectant expressions.

Busting around this oil paper bag all night, all the bamboo dragonfly gadgets I bought before fell out of favor, even when it was time to sleep, Gu Mang still couldn't let go, and asked in a low voice after a while:

"Mo Xi, does cousin also wear clothes like this?"

"Well. He likes this best."

"Mo Xi, cousin, does he look good?"

"Since it's your cousin, why is it ugly?"

"Mo Xi, tomorrow is the day after tomorrow, and I have to wait another day. Can't I see him tomorrow?"

"He has a little bit of his own business to deal with tomorrow, and he can come here with peace of mind after he has dealt with it."

"Okay, then let him deal with it properly, don't worry."

"Ah."

"Mo Xi..."

As these questions were asked, his voice gradually weakened. Gu Mang seemed to want to discuss more things related to his brother, but he was really sleepy, so he yawned, and finally called Mo Xi's name with a mutter. , Before I could continue to say anything, I fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, Gu Mang was still curled up in bed, but Mo Xi woke up early.The busiest time in a city is the morning market and night market. Mo Xi intends to inquire about the legend about the art of rebirth, but after asking around, those city residents are not very interested in cultivation. The freshest and cheapest, but I don't know what big repair hermit near Lin'an City.

For this result, Mo Xi is not surprised. If a great hermit is so easy to inquire, then he is not called a hermit.

There was no clue about the technique of rebirth, but the enthusiastic old lady told which restaurant had the best breakfast, so Mo Xi went, and there were indeed a group of people surrounded by three floors inside and outside the shop.

He picked a corner seat and sat down, and said to the waiter with a white sweat towel on his shoulder: "You have special breakfast here, please have a portion of each."

The waiter said vigorously: "Good!"

It sounds like Mo Xi's way of ordering food is a waste, but it's actually not.There are only a few fancy styles in the shop earlier, and it is not too much for a grown man to do all of them.The spoon was cooked very quickly, and after a while, the dishes were brought over one after another—fresh meat wonton soup with fine filling, shrimp meat and siu mai tender and plump, sweet-scented osmanthus balls soft and sweet, fried eel soup noodles smooth and rich, and crispy The fish is browned and crispy, dipped in clear vinegar, the acetic acid dissolves the greasy taste, making the fish taste even better.And the deep-fried cypress made in Lin'an City, the thin white dough wrapped in two crispy fried dough sticks, flattened on a small oven, sandwiched with green onions, smeared with thick sweet noodle sauce, the fried dough sticks are crispy after one bite , the noodle sauce is clear and sweet.

After Mo Xi tasted them one by one, he ordered a few more according to Bao Mang's taste and let the store put them in bowls to take away.

While drinking noodle soup and waiting, he suddenly heard a table of city dwellers sitting next to them discussing the affairs of the Yue family while eating.

A woman said: "Early this morning, Yue Juntian led a group of people from the Yue family to the Huntian Cave on the outskirts of the city. Oh, I just came back from picking fresh wild vegetables outside the city, and I bumped into his house at the gate of the city. It's a guard of honor, but it scares me."

The mud-footed man next to her laughed at her: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that Mr. Yue will catch you as a young wife? Mr. Yue looks at the face, you are a half-mature, people will not look down on you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid .”

The woman was furious: "What's the matter with my old lady? This old lady is in her mid-mature, and she still has her charm! Eat your noodles! Don't be so poor here!"

The other man at the same table smiled and said: "But I heard that Yue Juntian's health has been worsening year after year. He was young and romantic, but now he has no energy at all."

"That's right." The woman said, "You didn't see him, his face was sallow and sallow, like someone who has been turned out of a coffin. Oh, but his two sons are handsome, but one of them is lame."

"You mean Jiang Yexue? He's here too?"

"That's right, since he was expelled from the house, he was able to travel with the Yue family at this time. After all, he was a priest in the Huntian Cave."

There was also a foreigner at their table who didn't know much about Lin'an and Yuefu. When they were chatting just now, he kept silent, but this time he couldn't help being curious and swallowed the noodle soup , asked: "Big brother and big sister, what kind of place is this Huntian Cave...?"

The woman enthusiastically explained: "That's a place for corpses."

The mud-legged man added: "It should be said to be the seal of the Wraith Spirit."

The outsider widened his eyes and was very surprised: "Ah... Wraith?"

"Yes. This matter is an old legend in our Lin'an city. When Chonghua was first established, Lin'an was not in the territory of the territory, but in the hands of the barbarians. At that time, the barbarians practiced evil methods and captured Lin'an. Most of the people in the city were imprisoned in a cave, and they wanted to kill them and train them into soldiers of ghosts and ghosts."

"But that barbarian tribe has such ambitions, but they don't have the ability. They killed tens of thousands of people, and the corpses piled up in the cave, and the blood flowed into pools. Those who died in vain were indeed filled with resentment, but They are not under the control of the barbarians at all, but devour them back, and then come out to wander around and kill people everywhere."

The stranger asked in amazement, "Then what happened later?"

"Later, Chonghua sent a master craftsman at that time, the ancestor of Yue Juntian, to Lin'an to suppress the rampage of the Yin soldiers."

"This senior Yue is very smart, he refined the magic weapon to exorcise spirits, and finally succeeded in sealing those ghosts and soldiers in the blood pool of the cave, and he made a blood contract with them, making these spirits willing to obey Yue's family background. Instructions from generation to generation. And the cave that seals them is called the Huntian Cave."

The outsider is not stupid, and immediately said: "It must have paid a lot of price, right?"

"Isn't that right?" The woman said mysteriously, "I'm telling you, I heard that the head of the Yue family would consecrate a large part of his spiritual power to these Yin soldiers every three years, and he couldn't stop until they abdicated." of."

The stranger let out a cry, and said worriedly: "Sister, then you just said that Yue Juntian was ill, does he still have the spiritual power to feed these Yin soldiers?"

"It must be gone." The woman said, "But I heard that the head of the Yue family can also choose blood sacrifices under unavoidable circumstances, that is, to enter the pool with blood, and relatives will accompany and kneel to worship, which can also temporarily calm the Yin soldiers. Restlessness."

The outsider didn't feel comfortable hearing it: "How much blood does it take..."

"That's too much." The woman made an exaggerated gesture, "So, this kind of sacrifice must be accompanied by family members, because after Yue Juntian's blood sacrifice, the whole person will be exhausted and weak, and he must be The blood relatives gather energy for him, cast spells and so on, anyway, that's what the gods are talking about. Otherwise, do you think that Jiang Yexue and him had such an argument, and he would allow Jiang Yexue to go to the Huntian Cave with them to sacrifice? Abacus!"

The outsider showed a look of sudden realization, and nodded quickly: "I have been taught, I have been taught. I didn't expect that there are such legends about the Yue family in Lin'an. If I didn't come here in person, I wouldn't even know about it."

The mud-legged man waved his hand: "Each king has his own rumors in each fief. Although it's not a secret, no one can know it better than the locals. For example, in Lin'an, we know the most about the bits and pieces of the Yue family. The matter is because the king is Yue Juntian."

The stranger said with great interest, "Then what other rumors can I hear? I'll treat you to breakfast, please tell me some more, please?"

These people always like to talk about such secrets, even if it is not good, they like to catch people to tell them. Today, they are even more happy to meet someone who is interested and willing to invite them to dinner, so the people at that table are full of excitement. We talked lively.It's just that Mo Xi sat where he was, thinking over and over the details of what they said about the sacrifice in the Huntian Cave, and suddenly felt uneasy.

The entire Yue family gathered in that cave.And after Yue Juntian's blood sacrifice, his spiritual power will be weakened a lot.Think again about the truth that Murong Chuyi just learned yesterday over 30 years ago...

In the cemetery, Murong Chuyi's ice-cold, ice-white face seemed to appear before his eyes again.

——"I will meet with Gu Mang after I complete the sacrifice in the Huntian Cave. Before that, I will not attack Yue Jun."

Mo Xi suddenly felt that when Murong Chuyi said these words, he might not have expressed his complete sincerity.

And just at this time, there was a burst of exclamation at the entrance of the downtown area, and the people rushing to the morning market automatically divided into two groups, and a guard of the Yue family covered in blood stumbled in from the east gate.Half of his face was torn off, and the bloody flesh hung down, scaring the surrounding women and children into fright.

The guard dragged his feet and walked towards the Yue Mansion, but he obviously knew that he was about to lose his hold, so when he fell to the ground with a thud, what he did instead of getting up immediately was to move forward Xiao Xiao, grabbing a passer-by who was closest to him, raised his head and said without hesitation: "Fan...Fan..."

The passerby was shaking like chaff in fright, the guard stuttered, and he stuttered too: "What, what?"

"It's reversed...Yue, Yue's family...Huntian Cave...rebelled...!!" Just as he finished speaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground dead.

Mo Xi stood up abruptly, his face instantly darkened and frightening.