Remnants of Filth

After Mo went back to his home, he was closed for three consecutive days.

People have many speculations about what happened before, and there are many opinions. Everyone is curious about what kind of dialogue happened with King on the day that Mo Xi went to Wang Cheng, so that he made such a great fault. King Shang did not punish him, but Let him be banned for three days, so hastily.

But the truth is unknown.

During these three days, Jiang Fuli did not leave Xihe House. Gu Mang's injuries were too severe. He had to heal behind closed doors to treat him. The crowd retreated, and no one could approach the treatment room.

The third day.

The sun shined through the window sills. With the passage of time, the dark shadow of the black stream slowly flowed on the ground. Mo sat at the sandalwood desk and looked at the stack of letters in front of him.

This stack of correspondence has been read by Mo Qu numerous times in these days. These are the newspapers that Gu Mang sent to the monarch over the past few years, and have always been carried by the monarch in Qiankang's pocket.

In the past five years, the oldest stationery had faded with ink stains and the latest had yellowed edges.

The only constant is the above script, which is the ink that is no longer familiar, the gesture is slightly tilted, slightly scribbled, and the tip of the skimming habitually slightly curled.

"I have already entered into the monarch, the master of the kingdom of the kingdom is very wary, and I was a little bit embarrassed a few days ago. But now everything is fine, no need to worry about it. Ask the monarch."

"Master, after planning the autumn harvest, he will attack and lift heavy weight in Lancheng, North China. Lancheng has a large number of people. I hope that Kings will pay more to the people and prepare for it early."

"Master, I am stationed in Tiandang Mountain with my division, and now I am handsome, my battlefield is inevitable. After seven days of attacking Lancheng, I will face the same soldiers with Chonghua. This is a helpless move. He bowed his knees. "

There was even a letter from Gu Mangxiu to the King after the Dongting Water War.

The handwriting of that letter was more scribbled than any of the previous ones, and even the pen tip was a little trembling. It seemed that Gu Mang was emotionally excited when he wrote it, and he couldn't calmly neatly write the strokes through the letter. The word of the letter can see his heart at that time--

"The heart-to-heart love is unreasonable. It is actually that Mo Shuai is too naive and stubborn, and Wang Wangjun cares for him. In addition, Gu Mou still has a request. I and Mo Shuai brothers have a deep affection. I am afraid that we will never be able to play against Mo Shuai again ... "

Every time Mo Xi saw this, he couldn't help but think about Gu Mang's mood when he wrote this letter. In the end, he just felt too painful and too painful to relax.

One after the other, in addition to 禀 禀 燎 ** love, Chen Zou Hei magic, the most commonly seen is Gu Mang in the letter, knowing how many people they killed after the war, how many cities destroyed. Rather than give thanks to the monarch, it is better to say that he is calculating a life account.

In the fifth year.

Gu Mang suddenly stopped thinking about it. Perhaps he finally knew that no matter what he counted and how he counted, those people had indeed died under his hands, and he could not save anything.

He only wrote a small "guilty man Gu Mang at the end of each letter, where he wrote the signature," and then bowed down to worship.

Mo Xi stroked the handwriting curled up in the corner, and the criminal Gu Gumang ... He stroked and stroked, and the tears flowed down like this, dripping on the four words of low self-esteem and blame.

Turn to the last letter.

In that letter, Gu Mang wrote a few simple lines of words, explaining the reason why King Shang had to take him as a trial of the black devil.

Gu Mang wrote: "Five years ago, when I first entered Lao Country, I hardened me, poured wolf blood, and engraved the black magic curse on my bones. However, five years ago, my mind gradually became disordered and became more and more The more and more out of control. I have been able to perceive the intentions of Lao Kingdom. They should soon separate my consciousness, destroy my memory, and then return to Zhonghua as a gift of peace. Gu Mou's body This body is stained with blood, and Lord Shang does n’t need to bother to heal me. If Lord Shang really feels sorry for my suffering, please take me to heaven prison and analyze the trials, in order to get the method early to break the country ’s black demon Road. In this way, my wish is enough. "

At the end of the letter, there was still the humble little line of that line.

——

Gu Man, the criminal, bowed to worship again.

In the Suzaku Hall, the last words of the king are still in my ears: "Fireball, do you know what it feels like when you see this letter?"

"In the first letter five years ago, he told Gu that Guo was a little bit embarrassed by him, but things were settled so that Gu didn't have to worry about it. But five years later, he realized what Guo could do to him next That ’s why the truth of that year was told. It turned out that what he once said was “somewhat embarrassing”, was actually a hardening of the body, and the black devil carved his bones. ”

"Do you understand now? The reason why Li Guo returned him was because Gu Mang's body's curse and demon blood pressure couldn't stop. No one knew that when Gu Mang's consciousness was completely devoured by the black devil, he would become What it looks like, they dare not kill the mutant monster, so they sent him back to Chonghua. "

The king paused, and said again.

"Fireball, Gu Gu has no choice, even if the Dark Demon Trial is cruel, but this is the only way Gu Gu can think of, and maybe he can be rescued. Otherwise, until the day when Gu Man's breath erupts, Chong Hua will be fine Or Gu Mang, it will become irreparable ... "

The cloaked door was knocked by Tuk Tuk, and Mo Xi suddenly recovered from his miserable memories. He raised his hand and quickly wiped away the wet tears, collected the letter, and then said, "Come in."

Li Wei came in.

Only these days he can get into this room without being kicked out. Li Weidao: "Lord, good news! People have been saved!"

As soon as Mo went out, he immediately got up and wanted to run outside. Li Wei was busy: "He is still asleep, and Pharmacist Jiang ordered him not to wake him up. In addition, Pharmacist Jiang is waiting for you in the backyard and tells you something to discuss."

By the lotus pond in the backyard of Xunhe House, Jiang Fuli sat leaning against the pavilion. He watched the lotus flowers blooming in full pond, and there were light and shadow in his eyes that could not be taught to others. He seemed to be thinking of something that was confusing to him, with a slightly lower brows and tighter lips.

Mo Xi walked across the corridor path and came to him: "Yang Jiang."

I don't know if the three-day healing was too tired, or for some other reason. Jiang Fuli did not immediately return to God, but looked at the pond fish floating in the lotus pond.

"... Yang Jiang?"

After calling it a second time, Jiang Fuli only slowly regained her awakening, "Oh, it's you. You're here."

At the moment Mo Xi had only Gu Man in his heart, so he didn't pay attention to Jiang Fuli's abnormality, but asked: "How is my brother?"

Jiang Fuli said: "It's a little complicated. You don't have to be too nervous. You sit down and I will tell you."

Mo Xi was restless, but Jiang Fuli didn't sit down, and I was too lazy to speak. He had no choice but to sit opposite Jiang Fuli.

Jiang Fuli said: "I first ask you, before Zhou He's trial of the Black Devil, has Gu Mang's memory been restored?"

He went straight in, and Mo Ju didn't deny it.

"Jiang is not involved in the DPRK Bureau, and you inadvertently ask questions. You are at ease. Jiang is just curious. He lost both souls. Theoretically, the memory can never be restored to that level. I wonder what you have experienced and what you went to Bat Island What made him do this? "

Mo answered, "Time Mirror."

Jiang Fuli said for a moment in silence: "No wonder. Then I understand."

"I tell you this way, 羲 和 君. The time mirror can indeed restore Gu Mang's consciousness and memory, but the human soul cannot be replaced after all. What the time mirror does is nothing more than 'flashback', not Real recovery. "

"Flashback……"

"Fine." Jiang Fuli said, "It's like going back to the light, it won't last long. After a month or two, all the memories returned by the time-lapse mirror will disappear." He paused and continued, "Sorry, even I can't reverse it."

In fact, Mo Xi had already anticipated this matter. When the mountain paste was used to perform the time-lapse mirror technique, he had been called to "flash back" Gu Mang's memory. At that time, he had nostalgia for the statement of the mountain paste, but only when he got this confirmation from Jiang Fuli , The heart is still sinking fiercely.

Mo dangled her eyelashes and whispered, "I see ... Thank you."

"Take people's money and money, thank you, you don't need to. Gu Mang's other injuries are no longer a problem, and you can recover slowly with peace of mind. But I have to remind you of something." Jiang Fuli said, The expression suddenly became serious, "His spirit must not be able to withstand great stimuli anymore."

Mo Xi's heart suddenly froze and asked, "Is he still hesitant?"

"How can there be nothing?" Jiang Fuli stretched out three fingers and stood in front of Mo Xi. "First, the soul is incomplete. Second, he was forcibly stimulated by the ancient mirror to flash back a memory. Third, Zhou Hecha It's his brain ... Let me tell you this, He Hejun, your brother Gu is really unusually strong. This has to be replaced by other people, and if one of the three suffers, it will collapse and go crazy. "

Every time he said the same thing, he bent one finger and waited until all three fingers were flexed. A man such as Jiang Fuli could not help but sigh: "He has suffered three, but he has not lost himself."

The breeze blew through the lotus pond, sparkling water.

Jiang Fuli turned to look at the wrinkled pool surface and whispered: "In fact, as a healer, I'm curious. I don't know what kind of mental obsession can make him so indestructible."

"..."

After a few moments of silence, his pair of apricots looked at the swimming fishes in the lotus pond and drew together.

Suddenly Jiang Fuli said: "He and Jun, I ask you, Gu Mang is actually a spy agent that Chonghua sent to Lao, right?"

Mo stared up at him staring at him, Jiang Fuli probably exhausted his energy for three days, and was too tired, leaning lazily on the pavilion, squinting his eyes side by side, and looking at the lotus pond with creases. He said slowly: "You can rest assured that I did not peep into his heart by healing, not to mention that his mental strength is so powerful, even if he guilty of guilt, what he said may not be the truth. I I just feel that way and just ask. You don't have to answer me. "

Mo Xiyan's throat was extremely bitter, and he said for a while: "You ... why do you think so?"

"It's simple."

Jiang Fuli said: "A rebel who cannot bear the blow and falls into the path of vengeance for murder will never have his will. I have no evidence and have no intention of getting involved in the situation, but as a healer, I can already confirm that he is not a villain. "

The sun floated under Jiang Fuli's eyes, and his face was no longer polished and tamed as usual, and the world was not convinced. At this moment, Jiang Fuli seemed to be sighed, but also gentle.

His gentle appearance made Mo Xi feel somewhat familiar.

"Take good care of him, He and Jun. His sense of consciousness is now at stake, and if he bears the fourth spiritual wound," Jiang Fuliton said, solemnly, "he He will lose his heart, unless at that time he retrieves his two remnants of souls, otherwise Rao is the fairy of Da Luo and will not be able to save him. "

That night.

A round of Wu Gou hangs in the air, the sky is full of stars, the Milky Way is like a dragon-like sword, flashing with shining light flowing on the dark blue night sky.

This night, many people in Chonghua City have their own concerns and have their own difficulties.

In the palace, the king wrapped his fox fur in the soft tent of Suzaku Hall, squinting his eyes, stroking the string of Bodhi beads that he wore on his wrist.

Yue Mansion, Murong Chuyi went to Yue Chenqing's bedroom, hesitated for a long time, and finally raised his hand and rang the door. But after waiting for a while, no one responded, so he shoved gently, but saw an unlit solitary lamp lit inside, the pillows and desks were neat and tidy, and Yue Chenqing was not among them. At this time, the servant came to see the situation and informed him that Yue Chenqing went to Xuegongjiang Xuexue to learn skills. Murong Chuyi did not speak, and after a long time, he closed his eyes.

At Yashifu Mansion, Jiang Fuli did not know why he was in a hurry to pack his luggage and said he would travel far. His wife stood by the door of the room, and there seemed to be nothing to say.

In Wangshu Mansion, Murong Li lay on a bamboo couch in the courtyard and sucked the floating dream, and Yan Yan slowly exhaled from his mouth and blew toward the Paulownia flower in full bloom. Murong bite the rifle, stretched out her hand and looked at her fingers in a daze, her eyes bright and dark.

And Hehe House.

After going through such twists and turns and **** rain, everything finally returned to a brief peace. Gu Mang was lying on the big bed in the main bedroom, covered with a thin quilt, yet not awake. Mo Xi let the servants back down, and he was alone beside the bed.

He was very patient, and did not feel that Gu Mang slept too long, that Gu Mann took up his bed—that was what he had promised to give Gu Mang.

"I once promised to give you a home." Mo Xi held his hand, pulled it over, put it on his lips, and kissed gently, "Sorry, brother, I have kept you waiting too long."

The man on the bed was lying obediently, with thick eyelashes hanging down and a small fan blocking his eyes. At this time he no longer had to pretend, no patience, and no more worries. He looked so tired and emaciated. Mo Xi stared at the man in front of him, but he couldn't remember what his brother Gu Mang was originally healthy and sunny. Time has destroyed him too badly.

Mo lowered his head, buried his face deeply, rested his forehead in Gu Mang's slightly cold palm, and whispered, "Brother, you are now at home."

The warm tears slipped down his cheeks, soaking Gu Mang's fingers.

But it seemed to be awakened by such muttering and affection. After a little silence, Gu Mang's fingertips moved slightly, then opened his eyes.

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