Yu Wu

Chapter 193

Split the soul soul to make a key.

Like a nightmare, still floating in purgatory.

Mo Xi didn't even know how all this proceeded step by step.

He seems to be dead.

He seemed to see his own soul floating to the top of the tent, fluttering and looking down at the two people in the tent.He saw what he had done, watched Gu Mang's blood flow out of the wound on his chest when he captured his soul, and the young man whose soul was dissected kept telling him, it's okay, it's okay .

Many years ago, Senior Brother Gu told him with a smile in front of the bonfire that he hoped that Kyushu would be peaceful and that everyone would be treated fairly, for which he would go through fire and water and die.

Thinking about it now, it's like a curse.

The key finally condensed into the shape of a sapphire finger, held by Mo Xi, and tremblingly entrusted to Gu Mang's palm.Then he healed Gu Mang's scar with all the healing techniques he knew, and wiped away the mottled blood.Tears rolled down drop by drop like broken beads, and finally mixed with blood.

Gu Mang couldn't help coughing, he should have passed out due to such pain, but he tried his best to keep his clear eyes wide open, looking at Mo Xi's face without blinking.

He knew that he had lost his two souls, and his last memory and reason would soon fall apart. For him, the pain was something he was used to, and it was the moment when he went to Liao with the mission of a spy. Something I've been experiencing.

He could bear it, and looked at his junior brother Mo soberly for a while longer - he knew that his life, speaking of being selfless, was for himself.But he has always been selfish towards Mo Xi.He dedicated all his blood, life, and even his soul to the peaceful world he longed for, and what was left to Mo Xi was always hurt and parting.

Perhaps only at this moment, he who was about to lose his memory six years ago, and Mo Xi who was about to leave here six years later, they had the sincerity and peace that they could not dream of all their lives.

Mo Xi was still trying his best to heal the open scar on his chest, Gu Mang held his hand, a trace of a smile appeared on his pale face, and he said, "Don't waste any more effort... don't worry, I'll be fine .”

"Do you know, Mo Xi, I can't die easily... Do you think Mr. Liao didn't try to kill me? Do you think Mr. Jun didn't try to assassinate me?"

"They didn't kill me, not because, as they said, I was too mutated and didn't know what the consequences would be after death. They tried a long time ago, but...all...ahem...all failed. They know very well in their hearts that I am fused with the blood demon beast, and I will die with it only when it dies, so..." He paused, panting with difficulty, "Junior brother, you don't need to heal my wounds anymore..."

"Talk to me for a while...I just want to talk to you for a while...OK...OK?"

Mo Xi held his outstretched blood-stained hand, pressed it to his cheek, choked up after a while, and said, "Okay."

Gu Mang just laughed. When he laughed, there was always a kind of vigor and wildness, even at this moment.

Mo Xi said hoarsely, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Actually nothing..."

Gu Mang looked up at the top of the tent, where a small starry sky was revealed.

"I just... just want to say sorry to you. Mo Xi, am I... am I... am I being too selfish? I haven't told you too many truths, but you..."

"And you, you have always treated me with all your heart..."

Mo Xi shook his head and said, "I know you have to."

I know how difficult it is for you to be a spy, floating between truth and falsehood.

Gu Mang turned his head sideways, and Mo Xi saw clear tears running down the end of his eyes: "... Junior Brother..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Mo Xi's face, but he didn't have much strength.So Mo Xi held his hand, kissed it, and brought it to his cheek.

Gu Mang stared at him for a while, his eyes were always red.

They didn't speak to each other for a long time, but everything was understood.

Gu Mang closed his eyes suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"I am too cruel to you after all..."

Mo Xi choked up and said, "You have no other choice, but I... I am willing."

"I know you have your own dreams, and I know what you're thinking..." Mo Xi said softly, "You've done your best... It's us... but we can't compete..."

Gu Mang didn't say anything.

He stared blankly at the small starry sky for a while.

After a while, he asked: "But what I have been fighting for...with the sky..."

"I know……"

"We haven't fought, have they fought?"

Mo Xi was taken aback for a moment: "What?"

"Those brothers who died in vain in Fengming Mountain...had they fought?" Gu Mang opened his wet eyes and looked at him nervously, "They all...were all rehabilitated in the end..."

The voice was softer: "Zhan Xing, he... Has he also been rehabilitated..."

Mo Xi understood what he meant, but it wouldn't make him feel good. He squeezed his hand tightly, turned his face to kiss, and kept nodding.

"Yes, you brought them home...they didn't call you by mistake Gu Shuai, Lu Zhanxing...and never..." Mo Xi slowed down, his throat was clogged with extreme grief, and he couldn't say anything more for a while. Then, "I have never...worshiped you brother..."

"You know we're married...?"

Mo Xi lowered his tear-stained eyelashes, and responded in a low voice.

"Sorry, I haven't been treating him well."

Gu Mang suddenly smiled, his smile was very real, except that he looked haggard and pale on his face, he was not much different from the past.

"It doesn't matter, Zhan Xing actually likes you very much... He doesn't hate you, I know it." After a pause, "Then Murong Lian... What about Murong Lian? Has he abused himself again?"

"No……"

Gu Mang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief again.

In the end, his pair of clear eyes focused on Mo Xi, cautiously, almost uneasily asking: "Mo Xi, the past few years, when I lost my memory...did it make you very painful?"

"..."

"I made you feel bad, didn't I?"

The color in those eyes was about to shatter into a lake and a sea of ​​sadness, Mo Xi looked at the brightness on that face withering away, watched the stars in Gu Mang's eyes going out - how could he be willing?

He said, "No."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He choked up and laughed, he wanted to ignite the stars in the other party's eyes again, he said, "It's true, even if you lose your two souls and no memory, you treat me...you treat me I'm still fine...never, never made me feel bad...it's true."

"In my heart, you have always been a very good person?"

Mo Xi said: "It has always been."

Perhaps seeing the hesitation in Gu Mang's expression, Mo Xi wanted to comfort him, so he said, "You remember me more or less... I left you with thoughts and stayed by your side, so you didn't completely destroy me. forget."

He said, as if to prove something, he wanted to find out some token from his body and hand it to Gu Mang.

But he came down from the battlefield, and he has nothing on his body except a reversal stone that must be taken away.Just as he was at a loss, his fingertips suddenly touched something soft. He looked at it through the moonlight and was stunned.

What he touched was the kit used to hold the reversal stone.

At that time he was eager to go back to the past, he took Jiang Fuli's kit and didn't even look at it carefully, but when he looked at it now, he saw that the kit was embroidered with thousands of miles of clouds and clouds in gold thread, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains embroidered in silver thread, and the bottom was decorated with red stone and agate.

This is... this is...

Distant memories were knocked at this moment, and when they reunited in Luomei Bieyuan, this was the bag that Gu Mang stubbornly guarded!

When he saw this fabric for the first time, he was so angry, because Gu Mang was holding it and said to him bluntly: "There is someone who is kind to me."

This kit was given to me by him.

In a daze, Mo Xi's blood turned cold instantly, and he suddenly understood the arrangement of fate, and he was even more sad, and his heart was as silent as night.

His throat was filled with bitterness, and he tried his best to hold back his tears, so that he didn't shed tears again - it turned out that the person he had been jealous of for giving Gu Mang's sachet was actually himself.

People who Gu Mang did not forget even after losing his consciousness and memory...

Also himself!

It's always been him, only him...

"what happened to you?"

"...No, it's nothing." Mo Xi suppressed his own grief, carefully untied the sachet from his waist with trembling fingers, and put it in Gu Mang's palm.

Gu Mang looked at it, and smiled: "This is the token? I relied on it later, and I don't remember anything, but I still remember you?"

"……Yes."

"Then I... leave you a token too."

After Gu Mang finished speaking, he groped for himself, but what would happen to a prison slave?The last thing he groped for was just two small white shell coins.

Gu Mang mobilized his meager spiritual power, wrote his name on one of the shell coins, and handed it to Mo Xi: "Here, no matter what you face when you go back, I will accompany you. "

Then, he wanted to write Mo Xi's name on another shell coin, and wanted to keep it for himself.

But he soon realized that he was about to face Murong Lian, Murong Chen, and Chonghua's most severe torture. He couldn't carry a coin with Mo Xi's name on him, so he wrote half , only completed a "fire", and stopped before writing the word "rest".

He carefully put the white shell coin into his bag, and said, "That's enough."

He laughed: "I will remember you."

……

So far, all Mo Xi's doubts about the kit have finally been resolved.

And the huge wave of sorrow finally crushed down like the world——

Mo Xi remembered that before Gu Mang passed away, he had once again opened the kit that Gu Mang treasured. At that time, he saw the shells in the kit.

The shells are mottled and mottled, and a word of fire is written.

At that time, he was frustrated in his heart and couldn't help asking: "Who gave this to you?"

Gu Mang said, he didn't know.

Just remember, that was a very important person to him.

"Mo Xi..." Gu Mang looked at his expression, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder lightly.

He knew that his clear time was running out, and he also knew that the time for Mo Xi to return to the future was getting closer and closer. He could feel the gradual chaos of his consciousness, and he could also see Mo Xi's body trembling slightly. With the light, it began to become transparent little by little.

This is another farewell between them, he tried to comfort him as before, to inspire the hero who is about to return to the battlefield-in fact, both of them are the same, they only want to have a family, a couple, There is no desire to be famous and make contributions.

The reason why I chose to be a hero is not because I feel exciting, honored, or anything special.

It's that they have tasted too much bitterness and parting, and they don't want others to experience such pain, that's all.

"Mo Xi, go back."

Gu Mang said softly to him, then lowered his hand again, clasped Mo Xi's fading fingers, and shook with his last strength.

No one answered him, and just when he thought that Mo Xi might have been affected by the Reversal Stone and began to return to the future, and could no longer hear his own words, he suddenly found that his shoulders were trembling slightly.

Gu Mang said dumbly and dumbfoundedly, "Junior Brother..."

Mo Xi didn't speak, as if some very important flame of life had been extinguished in his body.

His figure became so dim and dazed in an instant, vaguely resembling the lonely young man who first entered the barracks many years ago. At that time, the Mo family lost power and the future was uncertain, and Mo Xi sat alone outside the excitement of the soldiers.

At that time, except for Gu Mang, no one wanted to be contaminated with the taint of his family.

No one gave even a smiling face to that young master who lost power.

For a moment, Gu Mang really wanted to hug Mo Xi again and tell him that it's okay, he's still here and won't leave.But he soon knew that he no longer had the right to say that.In the future, Mo Xi has already lost his elder brother Gu Mang.

There is no one else who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the world and return to the same goal hand in hand.

"Sorry……"

Mo Xi closed his eyes, then shook his head. He is not a lover who is good at words, he is stupid and honest, and often cannot say anything that makes people satisfied.He just understood him so clumsily, understood him, respected him, and tolerated him.

In the end, he silently picked up the small shell that Gu Mang gave him, and put it in the skirt, the place closest to his heart.

Keep it.

After doing this, he wanted to stand up, imagining being as tall and calm as he was every time he parted in the past.But in the end he failed to do it, he walked, as if his ribs were torn apart, his heart was crushed, and his lungs were taken out... He bent down due to excessive heartache, and buried himself slowly, Finally, in this past that nothing can be changed, in this disastrous endgame, he finally broke down in tears.

The relationship between him and Gu Mang lasted for nearly 20 years, but because of the dignity and inferiority of nobles and slaves, because of the conflict between secret agents and generals, because of gender, because of morality, because of various reasons, they were always disrespected, and they were always disrespected. It is in the dark, without promise.In the end, Gu Mang even chose to sacrifice himself and did not return to his side—but Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had indeed loved him for nearly half his life.

As a spy of the empire, Gu Shuai has exhausted almost all his blood and life in order to keep these secrets, and the only remaining warmth, broken time, and sincerity, he gave to Mo Xi.

Gu Mang's affection for him is actually not inferior to the loyalty, affection, and selflessness of anyone in the world to his partner.

But his lover, the one he loves, because of his identity as a secret agent, even at the end, dare not, and cannot, write down one, even quietly write down a complete name and keep it by his side.

In the kit bag that traveled through time and space, there was only one shell coin with the word "fire" written on it.

That was the only token between them.

Other than that, there is nothing more.

They wanted to say something more to each other, but at this moment, Mo Xi suddenly felt a burst of darkness in front of his eyes, and the mana of the Reversal Stone was at its peak, emitting scalding heat in his hands.

He couldn't help calling him for the last time: "Gu Mang...!"

Gu Mang looked at him quietly, there were tears in his blue eyes, but he was smiling.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, what Mo Xi heard were the rushing footsteps outside the tent, and the voice of the guarding disciple: "Wang Shu-jun!"

"Welcome Mr. Wang Shu!"

He knew that he was about to leave, and Murong Lian would come in at this moment, the cycle of fate was still running cruelly according to the established track, and he was about to return to the bloody battlefield six years later.

The Turning Stone is a deception by the gods on mortals, and nothing in the past has changed.

At the last moment of leaving, what he saw was Gu Mang raising his hand, sticking the shell with half of his name written on it to the lapel of his clothes, the one where the blood was still fresh, and the place closest to the heart.

Gu Mang looked at him without saying a word, but those eyes had expressed his infinite affection.

Mo Xi, junior brother.

Go, no matter whether the memory is clear or the years are long, in my heart, I will always keep my love for you.I'm sorry, I can't be with you all the time, I can't tell you without reservation, I even have to hide you, lie to you in the future, and then go to death alone.

I regret that this life has dragged you down and let you down.

However, I have never...never regretted loving you.

Go back, Mo Xi.

I hope that in the future, we will wait until that reunion, that one... I once dreamed about it, rain.