Yu Wu

Mo Xi was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "...No need."

"If you don't like steamed buns...there's also meat, and you'll share it with me."

Mo Xi turned his face away to hide the reddish heat in his eyes: "I ate it just now, these are all yours."

Only then did Gu Mang continue chewing in peace.

After eating, the two went down the mountain together. The road was steep and long. Gu Mang didn't like to rely on others, so he limped ahead. Mo Xi followed behind him, looking at his face without saying a word. back view.

This background is so familiar. Many years ago, there was a young general who stubbornly led his siblings to trek through mountains and rivers.

He is not particularly tall, because he has no time to take care of his military appearance, he is always dirty, even a little wretched, a little stooped, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, anyone who sticks out a little finger can crush him to death.But this mayfly was poked down again and again, and it got up again and again.

He was the indomitable God of War of the entire army, giving countless people the belief in victory and the hope of returning home.

Perhaps because of this, Mo Xi once thought that he was very eager to see Gu Mang's confession and apology, but when he really saw Gu Mang kowtowing at the sky in front of the tombstones, what Mo Xi got was only deeper pain. .

The way Gu Mang bent his spine was ugly, and his broken expression was ugly.

——Few people like to see the strong become rickety, let alone that person was once your light.

While in a trance, Gu Mang suddenly stopped and looked back at him.

"how?"

Gu Mang pointed to the three-way intersection in front of him: "I don't remember where I went. Is it on the left?"

Mo Xi glanced to the left, and saw that the trees had fallen over there, and an open space was secluded. The chain of martial law was pulled, and there were two high-ranking guards from the royal city guarding there. specific circumstances behind the border.

Mo Xi said: "That is the forbidden area of ​​War Soul Mountain, no one can enter. Go to the right."

Gu Mang looked at the mysterious forbidden area thoughtfully, his eyes gradually became a little loose and hazy, as if he had sensed something, and unexpectedly revealed a sad expression.

Mo Xi asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Mang didn't answer, but at this moment, it was just the evening bell, and the desolate bell sounded from afar in the city walls, echoing between the heaven and the earth.A wind blew up in the mountains and forests, rolling from the depths of the forbidden area to the mountain road.For a moment, Wanmu was bleak and birds fluttered. Gu Mang slowly closed his eyes in the breeze.

"I don't know." Gu Mang said, "But I seem to have dreamed of being here..."

It's hard to believe what this man was saying. When this forbidden land was drawn up by the emperor, Gu Mang had already rebelled, so it was impossible for him to come to this place no matter what.

Mo Xi said: "No one has ever been able to enter here. There are heavy guards guarding the twelve o'clock. How could you come here?"

Gu Mang moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say, so he just said "um", and walked in the opposite direction every step of the way.

After returning home, Gu Mang was tired and hungry because of the days of kneeling down, so he ate something, took a shower, went into the bed and fell asleep, and never mentioned this matter again.

This sleep lasted for a day and a night, and when he woke up again, he saw Mo Xi standing in the Osmanthus Famous Hall, wearing a black and gold robe, standing with his hands behind his back.Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Xi turned his head and threw him a scroll: "Continue."

"what is this?"

"The combined record of "A First Glimpse of Magic Techniques" and "The Old History of Chonghua"." Mo Xi said, "You mean to turn around. I told you yesterday that he asked me to give you this book. .”

Gu Mang was flipping through the bamboo slips back and forth, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up: "Did he promise to let me start over?"

Mo Ran didn't answer right away, but looked at him strangely: "...I'll tell you again, I once warned you that no matter how much compensation you make, your majesty will never take back the sentence of death penalty. Order, no matter what you do to make amends, it will not change the final outcome."

The flowers and shadows in the bright hall are gentle, but the words are cruel.

"You will still be used as a black devil experiment, and you will still die after you lose your use value." Mo Xi paused and asked, "Do you understand what that means?"

"I know."

Mo Xi closed his eyes and said, "Think over your head, think clearly before answering me."

"I've been kneeling for four days, and I think very clearly." Gu Mang was very calm, and his calmness even made Mo Xi easily think of the man who could carry it on his shoulders even when the sky fell.

"I know that your majesty asked me to learn this, but he just wanted to 'use' me again. Instead of letting me eat for nothing, it is better to let me do things and then eat. I understand this truth."

Mo Xi said: "It's not just that, he asked me to teach you these things in the hope that you can recall some useful memories."

"What's wrong with that?" Gu Mang said, "I also want to know what happened to me. I want to know if what you said is true."

Fingers squeezed tightly, sinking into the palm.

Mo Xi said: "...I've made it clear to you today. If you want to choose this path, and it's the day of your execution, don't blame Chonghua for treating you ruthlessly. Don't be reconciled."

"I will definitely not be reconciled, but you will die, and I will die too." Gu Mang lovingly caressed the bamboo slip in his hand, as if he was caressing his own future. If you could live a better life before, then live a better life." After he finished speaking, he raised his head, staring at Mo Xi with his clear eyes.

"Otherwise, why don't I just die tomorrow, and it's better to live in pain every day."

Mo Xi was speechless.

It seemed that no matter in front of the rascal Gu Shuai or the ignorant Gu Mang, he would end up in such a situation.

Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang in silence for a while, and then said: "From now on, come to my study every day at Xu time. I will try my best to teach you."

Gu Mang held the scroll and nodded.

From that day on, Mo Xi began to teach Gu Mang some basic spells that did not require much spiritual power, and told him some old history of China.According to Jiang Fuli, these are what Gu Mang has learned before, and the second practice will help to awaken Gu Mang's lost memories, and it is indeed a better way to recover.

In this way, day after day, the time has arrived in late spring before you know it.

During the period, Gu Mang recalled some past events one after another, but perhaps because the tranquilizing medicine Jiang Fuli prescribed was so effective, Gu Mang often remembered only innocuous fragments, most of which were related to the cultivation of the academy. Content.These memories are of no use, the biggest use is probably to let Gu Mang regain some of his past shadows, and he is no longer so foolish.

Sometimes he would walk swaggeringly like Gu Shuai, and sometimes he would squat in the corner silently like a wolfhound.Sometimes the speech will be very clever and witty, but sometimes he stumbles and can't say anything clearly.

What disturbed Mo Xi the most was that as part of Gu Mang's memory recovered, this person began to repeat many things he said before unconsciously, such as calling himself "Lao Tzu" several times, and his leg was almost broken by Li Wei.

He called Mo Xi "Junior Brother Mo" several times, and was almost broken by Mo Xi.

In this way, Gu Mang had to find a balance between instinct and rules, which often caused him to swallow half of a sentence and then abruptly swallow it back.For example, he once wanted to help Li Wei clean the yard, but suddenly a flash of inspiration came, and he waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves and strode closer, shouting: "Come, come, let the old——"

Before Lao Tzu could say "son", he met Butler Li's scrutinizing gaze, and immediately got out of Gu Shuai's shadow in shock, hurriedly shook his head, and stammered cautiously:

"Sweep the floor, help, help you."

As time passed, Gu Mang didn't know how to speak anymore, and would always stand in the courtyard with his mouth open, lost in thought. When someone called him out of the blue, when he turned around, the expression on his face was almost struggling to switch between Gu Mang and Gu Shuai. .

He himself didn't know what to do was right, and how to speak so as not to be annoying.This directly caused him to shrug his mouth dryly when interacting with people, without uttering a word for a long time.

Butler Li commented frankly: "Aside from the identity of the sinner, that little appearance is quite cute and pitiful."

Mo Xi just let out a cold snort.

But it's all about cold humming, Mo Xi will still supervise Gu Mang's reading in the mansion as long as he is resting in the morning and has nothing to do.Gu Mang is the same as when he was young, he likes to write cursive script rather than block letters, he likes "A First Glimpse of Magic", but he doesn't like to read "Old History of Chonghua".But this day, Gu Mang was uncharacteristically. When Mo Xi came back, he saw him sitting next to the Taihu Lake stone, accompanied by the lake water in the courtyard, biting an apple while reading "Chonghua Old History" with gusto .

When things went wrong, Mo Xi couldn't help walking behind him, leaned down and looked down at the page that Gu Mang had been staring at for a long time, and said, "Why, are you interested in this paragraph?"

His voice was low and magnetic, and his lips were just next to Gu Mang's ear. Gu Mang couldn't help being scalded and startled, and turned to stare at him, with half of an apple still in his moist lips.

This time the distance between the two of them was extremely close, Mo Xi was almost touched by his lips on the cheek, but Gu Mang didn't feel anything, but Mo Xi's ears flushed instinctively, and he straightened up suddenly.

After a long pause, he said stiffly:

"Don't turn around suddenly like this in the future."

Gu Mang swallowed the apple with a groan, and licked his lips: "It was you who suddenly uttered a sound behind me, and you were still so close. Why do you blame me?"

"..."

It would be impossible for the completely wolfish and stupid Gu Mang to say such things a few months ago, but now Gu Mang can say them, and when he says them, he still has the unreasonable look of Senior Brother Gu in the past .

Although Mo Xi knew that he was the one who was unreasonable now.

"If you want to contradict me again, come to the study tonight and copy "The Chronicle of Fu Dayi Tian Jie"."

Gu Mang opened his mouth, and the arrogant soul of Gu Mang, the God of War, made him want to say something, but the shell of the traitor Gu Mang finally gave up, and his blue eyes were replaced by that kind of obedient obedience.

Mo Xi couldn't tell which situation would make him more unhappy.

Not intending to continue this annoying comparison, Mo Xi raised his chin slightly, tapped the bamboo slip in Gu Mang's hand, and said, "Why do you always read this page?"

"Oh..." This volume is about the wisdom of Jie Dinghui, the head of the three gentlemen of Chonghua.The titles of precepts and samadhi have been given to future generations in the past hundred years, and only Hui, apart from him, no one has been able to deserve it so far.

Gu Mang suddenly pointed to Jun Zihui's small portrait, and said, "Because this person looks familiar to me."