Yu Wu

In a blink of an eye, the Northern Frontier Army has been guarding the border for two years.

By the Fushui River, a hundred thousand troops camped out to spend tonight, and after another day's journey tomorrow, they will be able to return home in fine clothes.The monks buried pots to make food, horses and clothes, and the water of the great river was glowing with the setting sun, illuminating the spirit beasts lying on the riverside, and the men in the shallows who were taking a bath with clear water.

"Hey, give me a back rub, I'll be home tomorrow, I'm like a mud monkey, my mother will scold me to death."

"Brother, help me shave my face later, I can't shave myself well."

A group of people were laughing and joking in the shallow bay, laughing at each other, beckoning each other, and they couldn't hold back the sweetness in their eyebrows and eyes.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the person in the dream of the spring girl, the return of the wanderer, those who should be filial, those who should marry a wife, each has his own expectations.

Of the whole army, probably only Mo Xi had no hope.

His parents are dead, and he has no wives or concubines.The entire Emperor Chonghua was looking forward to his return, but there were no lights in the house, but not a single candle was reserved for him alone.

So there is no warmth in his eyes, only the embers of the silent war of the past few years.

"Mr. Xihe, you are going back to the city tomorrow, and you can see Princess Mengze again." Yue Chenqing just finished taking a bath, walked up from the river beach, saw Mo Xi, and said with a smile, "I wish you a little farewell—— "

"If you want me to kick you back into the river, just keep talking."

Yue Chenqing shut up, and bowed reverently to Mo Xi: "...Mo Shuai, I think you will probably become a Buddha in this lifetime."

Mo Xi ignored him, and stood by the river, looking at Han Dai in the distant mountains.

After two years of garrison in the army, he has not been back to his hometown for a thousand days and nights, and he really does not know how Princess Mengze is doing.

And Gu Mang...

Mo Xi's eyes dimmed slightly.

Two years ago, Gu Mang was sent back to the capital by the Wanku Kingdom as a peace negotiation gift, but the moment he entered the city, there was a commotion——

"Hahaha, as soon as the city gate opened and the escort team came in, we were all dumbfounded when we saw what the famous Gu Shuai looked like."

"It's absolutely amazing! That scene will never be forgotten!"

Mo Xi still doesn't know what kind of scene it was. He only knows that there seems to be something wrong with Gu Mang's body.

But what exactly does "something wrong" mean?

Is it missing an arm or a leg?Blind or dumb?

He didn't know.

From his standpoint, he shouldn't inquire about such things.What's more, he was usually too aloof, and the soldiers were in awe of him. As soon as he appeared, the monks who were still talking would shut up and salute him politely: "Mr. Mo."

Mo Xi couldn't say anything, so he nodded his head, stood there for a while, and then walked away indifferently.

Yue Chenqing whispered in his ear a few times, but Yue Chenqing was out of tune, and the content of what he said was different ten times, and Mo Xi was bored, and never took the initiative to ask, so even now, he still doesn't know Gu What is the situation.

He only knew that Gu Mang was not dead.

And that's enough.

At night, Mo Xi was alone in the tent, listening to the whistling wind outside and the chittering of water birds, he couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning.

He was with Gu Mang in most of the previous expeditions.Even if they don't come together, as long as he returns to court, Gu Mang will wait for him outside the city first.

He couldn't help but think about the past.How did things get to where they are today?

In fact, thinking about it now, everything has already been foreshadowed.

When he first met Gu Mang, Gu Mang was still a slave, but this slave had a soldier in his heart and ambition.

Gu Mang has always wanted to do something big.

It's a pity that blood is the most important thing in the world of Kyushu. Although the old monarch took pity on his talent and made an exception to give him the handsome position, but after the old lord's funeral, the new lord didn't pay much attention to Gu Mang who came from a "low breed".

He suspects him, doubts him, and deprives him of power.

He even did something that Gu Mang was unwilling to tolerate anymore.

Mo Xi watched him fall into the abyss with his own eyes.

He once persuaded Gu Mang as a close friend, and once quarreled with Gu Mang as a colleague.At that time, they were both in the Military Aircraft Administration, Gu Mang was depressed and absent from duty all day long.When Mo Xi found him, he was listening to music and drinking in a brothel, and he was resting on the plump lap of a maiko. When he saw Mo Xi approaching, he closed his star-moving eyes, looked over with a half-smile, and said: " Lord Xihe, here we come."

Mo Xi almost went mad with anger. He slammed the door aside, strode into the wing room, slapped Gu Mang amidst the exclamation of everyone, and said, Are you going to keep dying like this for the rest of your fucking life?

Gu Mang was drunk, put his arms around his neck with a smile, and asked affectionately: "Yes, Mr. Mo, do you want to die with me?"

"Go away!"

Gu Mang laughed out loud.

He said, it doesn't matter, after all, you are a nobleman and I am a slave.

I know you think I'm dirty.

I also know that no matter how hard the army under me works, how much blood is shed and how many people die, it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the current emperor.Who made us unworthy of cultivating the truth and practicing the Dharma? It is because our own backgrounds are low, but we have to force ourselves.

Later, Gu Mang was sent away from the capital by the emperor, but he never came back to return to his command.

People once thought that he died in some accident, and there were still many girls who admired him shed tears for him.

But one day, a military report suddenly came from the front line saying that Gu Mang was seen in the Liao Guo army formation.

Gu Mang surrendered to the enemy.

The scandal burned across Chonghua like wildfire, everyone's anger was ignited, only Mo Xi's heart seemed to be frozen.

He didn't believe it.

He never believed it.Until you see it with your own eyes.

It was on the misty Dongting Lake, where masts, sculls, and water beasts were fighting.He was so familiar with Liao Guo's tactics that it broke his heart - he had seen this kind of monstrous and desperate style of play countless times.

On the sand table played by Gu Mang in the past, in the glorious battles of the Eighth Army.

Mo Xi told the general in charge of the battle at that time that they must all retreat and not fight any more.Otherwise, the entire striker today will be buried at the bottom of the lake.

"You are not Gu Mang's opponent."

But the coach didn't listen: "What kind of thing is Gu Mang? The yellow-haired boy, the blood of a lowly slave, I, a pure-blooded descendant of a god, can't beat him?!"

The old nobleman with a big gray beard had an arrogant look on his face, he didn't take Gu Mang seriously.

So the flames of war raged.

In the past, under the leadership of Gu Mang, the Wang Shi, who was invincible in all battles, was defeated in front of the Liao Kingdom warship for the first time.The spirit boats exploded one by one, and the water monsters came out from the bottom of the lake and bit the monks to death.The fire burned the sky red, and the blood reflected all over the water.

Amidst the tragic defeat and mourning, Mo Xi came to the main building and boat of Liao Kingdom with his sword alone.

The fire was burning, and the black smoke continued to rise.The Liao Kingdom is a country of demon cultivators, the spells of the monks are vicious and vicious, and hundreds of people want to kill Mo Xi——

"All stop."

A familiar voice sounded.In the cabin of the tall ship, a figure wandered out from the shadow of the cabin.

He saw Gu Mang again.

Gu Mang's skin tone is darker than before, and his body is stronger, but his eyes have not changed, they are black and bright, as if they can see through all the tricks in the world.He was bare-chested, with several rounds of bandages wrapped around his thin waist, a black blouse over his shoulders, and a blood-stained one-character scarf casually tied around his forehead—it was torn from the heads of the sacrificed soldiers of King Chonghua. of.

He leaned on the side of the boat in a daze, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, then smiled: "Mr. Xihe, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The bloody wind was stirring.

Mo Xi finally saw this traitor with his own eyes.This rebellious minister and thief.

How could it be so—?

He once thought that the Liao Kingdom was a country that only advocated war and brutality.Gu Mang's nature is pure and kind, so even if he would leave Chonghua, he shouldn't go to the territory of Liao Kingdom.

But now...

He closed his eyes, his Adam's apple was rolling, and it took him a while to utter two words: "Gu Mang..."

"Ok?"

Mo Xi's voice was low, but trembling with restraint, "...you've messed yourself up to this point."

Gu Mang smiled in the flames, the black hair that fell to the side of his face fluttered slightly, and he spread his palms almost coquettishly: "Is there anything wrong?"

"..."

"I think it's pretty good. The Liao Kingdom is talented. Even if the black demons cultivated are unjust, everyone is fair."

As Gu Mang said, he pointed to the blue-and-gold-rimmed scarf on his forehead.

"This scarf of a pure-blooded nobleman, no matter how much I die in your country, and how much fame I establish. Because of my origin, I will never get it.... Do you know that kind of exhaustion?"

Gu Mang smiled.

"I can not be reconciled."

Mo Xi said angrily: "That's the ribbon only for the sons of heroes who sacrificed their lives in the ancestors, you take it off!"

Gu Mang touched the blood-stained ribbon with great interest: "Really? It was worn by a young monk. My hand cut off his head with a knife. I think the ribbon is exquisitely crafted and pretty. It's a pity to wear it on a dead person's head, so I used it for fun, what's the matter, you want it too?"

He smiled evilly, "You should have one yourself, why are you robbing me?"

Mo Xi was almost furious, and said sharply: "Pick it!"

Gu Mang was sweet, but his tone was very dangerous: "Mr. Xihe, why are you not polite at all when you are alone in the siege? Do you really think that I will miss the old love and dare not kill you?"

A black devil bayonet surrounded by black mist gathered in his hand.

Gu Mang said: "Today's Dongting Lake has buried almost all the vanguard troops of your country. Mo Xi, although you are powerful, you are still a lieutenant general. You can't beat that old nobleman who is so stupid as to vomit blood. So many people have died now. , If he doesn’t come to beg for mercy, you will be in danger.”

"..."

Gu Mang smiled and said, "Do you want to be buried with the Chonghua soldiers who died in battle?"

Mo Xi didn't answer, he was silent for a moment, and walked towards him.

"........."

The boots left mottled marks on the blood-stained deck.Mo Xi finally spoke, "Gu Mang. I know Chonghua owes you, and I owe you too."

"You have done too much for me, so today, I will not do it with you."

Gu Mang sneered: "You try it yourself."

"You asked me if I wanted to bury the soldiers who died in battle today.... If I die, I can leave Liao Kingdom for you." Step by step, he approached, "That's good. I will give you my life."

Gu Mang stopped smiling, and stared at him with dark eyes: "...I will really kill you."

"..." Mo Xi didn't say a word about this, he only glanced at the blood on the blue gold silk belt in front of Gu Mang's forehead, then slowly moved his gaze down to Gu Mang's face, "Then kill him. After that. Remember to look back."

This was the last time Mo Xi tried to get him.

The white eagle flies from the mast, the bayonet flashes—

There was a muffled scoff.

Blood gurgled from the wound.

The cold blade pierces the heart——suddenly and fiercely tearing apart!

"I said I would kill you."

The bayonet was still in Mo Xi's flesh and blood.Gu Mang paused for a while, then suddenly twisted his lips and sneered, "What are you, why do you make terms with me? Do you think I will feel guilty and turn around after you die? Don't be stupid!"

He leaned his neck back, looked down contemptuously, and sighed: "When you are a general, a soldier, and a human being, you can't be too nostalgic."

As he spoke, he slowly bent over and knelt on one knee, resting one elbow leisurely on his knee, while holding the blood-dripping bayonet in the other hand, he pulled it out with a snort.

Blood splattered!

Gu Mang pressed the bloody knife point against it, and lifted Mo Xi's face.

"Don't think that I don't know what your plan is. Mr. Xihe, it's not that you really don't want to fight with me. You are willing to bet your life on my conscience because you know you have no chance of winning."

The lapel of the clothes slowly smeared bright red, and Mo Xi didn't feel any pain at that moment.

I just feel cold.

Really cold……

He closes his eyes.

no.

If possible, I never thought of fighting with you.

In the past, you gave the light, the heat, all the blood that ran in the heart was because of you.

I wouldn't be where I am today without you.

Gu Mang said indifferently, "I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"..."

"Mo Xi. If I were you and I fell into a desperate situation today, I would rather bet that I could die and die together, than naively persuade my opponent to turn around like you."

"You and I are brothers, this is the last thing I can teach you."

The last scene Mo Xi remembered before he lost consciousness was a monk from Liao Kingdom coming from the water with a sword, and he shouted anxiously: "Gu Shuai, there are reinforcements to the northeast, it's Mengze's army of medicine cultivators, look—"

Before he finished listening to the words, Mo Xi couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly leaned forward, and fell on the blood-stained deck.

In this bloody battle, Chonghua confirmed that the traitor Gu Mang had turned to the Liao Kingdom and was working for the darkest country in the Kyushu Continent.The old commander-in-chief made a mistake, and the army suffered heavy losses. The survivors of the [-] forwards were less than a hundred. Mo Xi also lay in a coma on the sickbed for several days before waking up.

Gu Mang stabbed him in the chest, but he didn't stop there.

According to a sentence that Gu Mang said a long time ago—when he hadn’t left Wangcheng——

"Mo Xi, the way to go up has been blocked for me. I have nowhere to go. I can only touch hell."

After he finished speaking, he asked Xiao Er for a jug of wine.

After patting Kaifeng mud, Gu Mang filled it up with a smile, one for himself and one for Mo Xi.

"Dang", the bowls collided together, the hops splashed everywhere, Gu Mang's eyes sparkled, "I'll buy you another drink, your brother Gu Mang is going to be a bad guy from now on."

At that time, Mo Xi still shook his head and felt that he was too serious, talking like a joke.

He has known this brother for so many years, his heart is too soft, he is not even willing to trample on an ant to death, how could such a loyal child become a bad person.

The results of it?Chizi's men killed his comrades.

And Chiko himself nearly killed him.

——"Fortunately, Princess Mengze arrived in time to save you. That bayonet is a powerful weapon of the Liao Kingdom. It has been quenched with demonic poison. If it is later, it will die. You will have a scar on your chest, and you need to rest assured these few months rest..."

Mo Xi didn't listen to what the Yaoxiu said at the back. He looked down at the bandage wrapped around his chest. The carrion had been dug out, but something else was gouged out from the fleshy chest cavity together with the carrion. , let him feel empty, feel pain, feel unwilling, feel hatred.

Until later, Gu Mang's evil was rewarded with evil, and he was sent back to the old capital.

Mo Xi felt that the scar on his chest had finally stopped bleeding.

But it still hurts.

After many years, on the eve of the northern army's return to the court, Mo Xi, who could not sleep, sat alone in the tent, with his fingers propped in front of his browbones, and his fingertips unconsciously brushed his wet eyes.

He turned his face away, and the faint candlelight flowed from the lampstand covered with silk gauze, shining on his hard-edged side face, and he closed his eyelids.

Gu Mang...

Gu Mang.

There is no doubt that he is a good minister, he is a traitor, he hates him very much, and knows that he is guilty.

But while his eyelashes were trembling, he seemed to see Gu Mang from his school days, smiling, with a face that was both good and evil. When he was happy, he would show a canine tooth, and his eyes were brighter than any stars he had ever seen.The sun was shining brightly at that time, and the elder's words were lengthy.And Gu Mang was lying on the table, secretly writing the pornographic book he wrote and acted in, and he was very proud that all the girls in the pornographic book loved him.

At that time, they didn't know what kind of tomorrow they would have.

small theater:

Gu Mangmang: When can I stop living in dialogues/memories/lines/wedges? !

Mo Xi: Wait until you behave.

Gu Mangmang: I have always been fucking good!

Mo Xi: Be careful with your words.

Gu Mangmang: I'm a military ruffian. If I don't talk about me, why should I talk about others?

Mo Xi: If you don't obey, you will lock another chapter.

Gu Mangmang: Big Brother, Boss, Master, Husband, Your Majesty, Sweetheart Ancestor, you can call me whatever you want, and we can discuss things...

Mo Xi: Yes.Then you call a bed.

Gu Mangmang:? ? ?