Yu Wu

In a blink of an eye, three days have passed by in the mirror.

Mo Xi sat in a wing room of a small inn on the outskirts of the city, silently watching the water drip by the window.

According to your majesty's request, he should be on his way to the northern border today, but he didn't leave.He raised his hand and looked at the palm of his hand, the palm showed a translucent color - in fact, not only his palm, but the color of every plant and tree in this world has gradually faded in the past few days.

This is a sign that the power of the space-time mirror is weakening.

In the real world where Murong Chuyi and the others live, time flows very fast. Maybe it's just Murong Chuyi or Jiang Yexue outside who are casting a spell and reciting a curse, not only in the mirror, but a few days have passed.

According to this situation, Mo Xi estimates that in two or three days, he and Gu Mang will leave this world completely, so he doesn't care that the Lord will find out that he didn't go north, he just wants to grasp a little more secrets before that .

Another drop of water fell.

The scale of the water droplet is getting closer and closer to noon.Mo Xi got up and walked to the bronze mirror, raised his hand and performed a simple disguise technique on himself, then opened the door and walked out.

"Let's go, let's go to Dongshi to see the decapitation!"

"Vice Marshal Lu is about to have his head beheaded. I really didn't expect it. Hedong in 30 years, Hexi in 30 years, alas..."

"He killed so many people because of impulsiveness, I think he deserves to die!"

Pedestrians were bustling along the way, all flocking towards Dongcaishikou.Those faces were either anticipation, joy, regret, or fear.But no matter what mood he was in, Dong Shi was like steamed buns of human blood coming out of the cage, tempting vultures to stretch their necks and squeeze towards the beheading platform.

Mo Xi followed the crowd without saying a word.

Soon, he came to Dongcaishikou.It was already full of people responsible for the execution, as well as a group of onlookers.Like tough dumpling wrappers, they surrounded the table heavily.

Lu Zhanxing was wearing a white prison uniform, barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the guillotine.His expression was very serene, without the slightest panic of a dying person. The executioner brought him wine and meat, and he thanked him with a grin. He pulled a chicken leg from the plate, biting and swallowing stand up.

After eating all the meat, he started to drink again, and drank a cup of farewell wine to swallow the mountains and rivers.

In the end, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Master, your little jug is too chic, bitch, can you just give me a jug?"

The executioner looked at him strangely: "You still eat so happily when you are about to die?"

"Isn't it?" Lu Zhanxing grinned like a wolf dog who has become a master, "Do you want me to cry and eat the last meal in my life?"

The executioner stared at him, as if wondering how brazen one must be to be able to laugh like this after making such a big mess.

"I don't have a jar of wine for you." Finally, the executioner said bluntly, "It's the only meal for beheading. Don't continue after eating."

Lu Zhanxing sighed: "That's really a pity. I could have been drunk on the road."

The executioner sneered and said, "It turns out that you are not free and easy, but want to be drunk and cowardly, and you will not be afraid of pain when beheading."

"That's not true." Lu Zhanxing clapped his palms and smiled, "Beheading is no more than a scar the size of a bowl. Jun Ye, I want to go to the underworld drunk, and use the strength of alcohol to see the beautiful scenery on both sides of the Wangchuan River, and maybe I can write a famous poem or two." A poem that moves the underworld."

"..." The executioner was choked by him and was speechless. Just at this moment, a clear voice came from the noisy audience.

"What kind of poem do you want to write again? Is it two orioles singing green willows, one is uglier than the other, or I was born to be useful, and singing and singing every night is not a dream?"

The crowd turned their heads away, and Gu Mang appeared outside the crowd.He was wearing a straight heavy Chinese military uniform and took off the rank tassels, but it still set off his long legs, thin waist and dignified appearance.He hooked a hemp rope with his two slender fingers, and the rope strangled a wine jar covered in mud. Facing the scorching sun at noon, he walked towards the guillotine from a distance.

"Oh, it's Gu Shuai..."

"Bah, bah, I made a mistake, it wasn't Gu Shuai, it was Gu Mang, Gu Mang."

The people watching the execution slowly separated into different paths, staring at the two of them curiously.

Everyone knew that Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang had a lifelong friendship, and everyone knew that because of Lu Zhanxing's mistake, Gu Mang fell from above ten thousand people to the bottom, and became a waste who spent all day in brothels.

Now that they finally meet, how will they react to each other?

Will Lu Zhanxing show shame towards Gu Mang?

Will Gu Mang spit on his former best friend in a fit of anger?

There is nothing more interesting than a scene of jealousy, a rich businessman, a businessman who divorces his wife, and brothers who fight against each other. Although the first two cannot be seen, brothers can count on the fact that they are against each other, so the guillotine, which was still noisy just now, gradually fell silent.

The surroundings were too quiet, and Mo Xi, who was hiding in the crowd, could even hear his own heartbeat - he followed Gu Mang's figure with his eyes, that tall and handsome figure in heavy old clothes.

Today's Gu Mang is not depressed, he looks like a beautiful green bamboo in the breeze, as if the decadent life in the past six months has not eroded his strength.

Gu Mang walked onto the execution platform alone in the silence.

He was always surrounded by everyone, but now he is the only one left in the hundred thousand robes, and the others are sacrifices of sacrifices, detentions of detentions.He had no way to bring more people here, only one person, a jug of wine, and a military uniform whose rank had been removed—their former glory was like a yellow beam dream, and now there was only a little pitiful remnant left.

Lu Zhanxing raised his neck and looked up at him. After a while, he grinned.

"Man'er, do you still remember the poems I wrote?"

Gu Mang lowered his eyelashes, and the thick eyelash feathers cast a vignette on his eyelids.He sat down with the wine jar in his arms, and said: "Your writing is so poor, I can't forget it even if I want to."

Lu Zhanxing chuckled, picked his feet while laughing, and said, "I knew you would come to see me off today."

Gu Mang snorted, slapped the mud off the wine jar, took a sip himself, and pushed it to Lu Zhanxing: "Drink."

"Hey, the 15-year-old Li Huabai of the Honghu Pavilion."

"Know the goods."

Seeing that the two did not fight as expected, nor did they fight each other, not to mention the spectators in the audience, even the executioner was stunned.

Lu Zhanxing was already on death row, but Gu Mang hadn't yet treasoned the country at that time. Although he lost his military rank, he still had a strong prestige, so the executioner was unwilling and dared not to openly embarrass Gu Mang.

He hesitated and said, "Gu...cough, look at the rules of the decapitation meal..."

"Anyway, brother, I'll see him off." Gu Mang raised his head, "I'm sorry to trouble you, please make it easy for me."

No matter what, Gu Mang is also Chonghua's beast on the altar, always victorious over the God of War.No matter what, Gu Mang never did anything wrong with arrogance when he was in glory, and he didn't have any personal grudges.

In his black jade-like eyes, the herald gradually lost ground.With a final sigh, he stepped back.

As the sun gets deeper and higher, the sundial condenses the reflection of the night thicker than ink.

Lu Zhanxing was drinking and talking to Gu Mang with a smile.It is probably because people are about to die, and it is useless to talk about hatred. Neither of them mentioned the defeat of Fengming Mountain.

The time of execution was getting closer and closer, even though the sun was scorching hot, the air was also filled with a smell related to death.The people watching the execution looked at the sundial, swallowed in their throats, and became a little nervous.On the contrary, the least nervous people became the dying person and the friend who saw him off.

The wine finally ran out.

Gu Mang asked, "Do you have any other wishes?"

Lu Zhanxing smiled and said, "Too many."

"Which one can I help you with?"

Lu Zhanxing said: "Taste pear blossom white for me."

"it is good."

"Look at the beauties for me."

"Row."

Lu Zhanxing thought for a while, and finally raised his hand to caress Gu Mang's military uniform: "... Mang'er, don't wear this suit in the future."

The charcoal of the brazier in the execution ground crackled and crackled, Gu Mang lowered his eyelashes, his expression seemed a little gloomy, but at the same time seemed a little meaningful.Almost everyone present couldn't understand the reason for his expression.

Except Mo Xi.

Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang was determined to betray him at this moment, and Lu Zhanxing's dying wish originally hoped that Gu Mang could be disarmed and returned to the field, and would not be involved in the bloody storm again.

But Lu Zhanxing didn't know that Gu Mang would indeed never wear Chonghua's military uniform again, but Gu Mang would change into Liao Kingdom's black armor, and then embark on a bloody road of no return.

Gu Mang didn't say anything immediately, he lowered his head, his eyelashes seemed to move slightly like Xu Rui.

Finally, he smiled lightly and said, "Okay. I won't wear it again."

Lu Zhanxing's eyes lit up, and then he smiled.

"Is this true?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Lu Zhanxing laughed loudly: "You have loved coaxing people since you were a child, and you have coaxed me to adulthood." With a smile, the smile marks that spread out like spring leaves at the end of his eyes faded a little.

Gu Mang said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"..." Lu Zhanxing's eyes shone with gentleness, which was softness that Mo Xi had never seen before on this tiger-wolf-like face.

Lu Zhanxing said, "Mang'er, start a family earlier."

Gu Mang: "..."

"You are always noisy, but we have been brothers for so many years, I know that you have always wanted to have a real home of your own." Lu Zhanxing pointedly said, "You are not young, if you have played enough , just calm down earlier... so I also..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Mang. Gu Mang said, "Uncle Lu is Guigeng this year?"

Lu Zhanxing's eyes widened, and he curled his lips: "I'm concerned about you, why don't you know good from bad?"

Just as he was about to say more, he suddenly heard a sharp whistle, and the monk on the turret raised his head and blew the yak horn, and the sound moved the sky.The commander-in-chief shouted loudly:

"The time is coming!"

When - Chen - will - to -

The glaring sun has risen to the center of the dome, and the white light is shining on all living beings, on those who are about to leave and those who are about to part, and on the spectators.

This is the end of this pair of brothers.

Gu Mang looked at Lu Zhanxing calmly, as if the two of them were about to split up due to strategic reasons, but they would meet again sooner or later.

"Let's go." Gu Mang said.

Lu Zhanxing smiled: "You consider my words."

Gu Mang took a deep look at him, and finally said: "...OK, I will."

After he finished speaking, his robe dragged to the floor, and he went down from the narrow high steps of the execution platform.

The executioner took a step forward, raised his hand to hold the copper awl wrapped in red cloth, and when the bell rang down, the metal collided with a clear and distant sound.The executioner raised his breath and sang: "The time has come—prepare!"

There is no such thing as in the legend in the storybook, when a cavalry guard held up a command arrow and shouted: "Keep people under the sword!" and galloped forward.There was no violent resistance from Lu Zhanxing, and no one robbed the prisoner.

There are not so many things in this world that can be put to death and reborn, and there are only a few people who can be favored by destiny.

Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang looked at each other on the stage and off the stage. Both of them couldn't help but think of a sentence that Lu Zhanxing said many years ago when he joined the army:

"I don't want to die at all. I just want to be a thousand-year-old king and 8-year-old tortoise, marry three wives, and have a bunch of children. Those days are called a happy life."

Gu Mang actually smiled: "You're on the battlefield now, with your head pinned to your belt, what else can you do to be your thousand-year king and 8-year tortoise?"

Lu Zhanxing has no taboos.He stroked his chin, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "That's true, then I might as well think about how to die so that I can die well."

"How do you count as a worthy death?"

"The best thing is that I have a Liaoguo illusion. The illusion is full of peerless beauties. They chased me and wanted to have sex with me, but I was disrespectful. In the end, I died of exhaustion." Lu Zhanxing smiled wretchedly, shaking The legs said, "Oh, what a wonderful ending."

They were really fearless and untrustworthy, and the matter of life and death was like a joke in the mouths of the two of them.

"Or be killed by a peerless and glamorous Liao Nation female devil. It's best if she likes me. I swear to the death. She rapes first and then kills. Wow, it's so exciting——"

Gu Mang scolded with a smile: "Can you have something normal?"

"What's the point of being normal." Lu Zhanxing licked his lips and smiled, "At most, it's just a corpse wrapped in horse leather, surrounded by a group of cronies and friends, with two lines of old tears. Thinking about it, it's scary."

But who knew, it turned out that the worst ending Lu Zhanxing could think of for himself was much, much better than his real future.

It turned out that as a sergeant, his final ending was not a shroud of horse leather, but a shameful and useless death on Chonghua's guillotine with guilt.

No one cried, no one mourned for him, two lines of tears.

Gu Mang was the only one of the so-called cronies.

The executioner with a wide-mouthed machete stepped forward, raising the sharp knife in his hand high.

Lu Zhanxing's disheveled forehead hair was blown by the wind. He looked down at Gu Mang under the stage, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"cut!"

With a voice of parting, from now on, yin and yang, strangers.

The author has something to say:

Lu Zhanxing: Do you still want a small theater today?I'm all hung up.The situation where someone hung up before the meat bun is for expressing grief and not writing about the small theater (in fact, it is for laziness==)

Gu Mangmang: Didn't you hang up early?You have been suspended from the first word of this article.

Lu Zhanxing: (touches his neck) Oh... also ==