Yu Wu

Chapter 147 Murong Lian's Strangeness

Daze is a rainy city. When Gu Mang finished counting the grain and grass, the sky was already groggy, and there were thick clouds in the distant mountains, approaching the outskirts of the city.Gu Mang arranged for the monks who escorted the food and grass to rest in the barracks, and ordered people to cover the haystacks with tarpaulins. The wind blew outside the frontier, and the little monks rushed to press the four corners of the tarpaulins when the rainstorm fell. together.Gu Mang heard someone yelling: "Hurry up, hurry up, it's raining, eat fast if you can't stop, eat porridge slowly if you can't stop, we are competing with God for food!"

These words were what he often yelled in the Eighth Army, so Gu Mang immediately raised his head, and sure enough, he saw an old soldier of his with his trouser legs rolled up, standing on the grain and haystack, directing and yelling.

The old department saw Gu Mang looking at him, and walked over from the golden grain heap: "Are you Mo Shuai's guard?"

"……yes."

"You're new here, don't be stupid, our northern army guards also have to do things, hurry up and help!"

"Oh, of course." Gu Mang rolled up his sleeves and supported himself with one hand, jumped onto the grain pile two or three times, and pressed the bricks and stones to the corners of the oilcloth with him.

The old department looked at him with satisfaction: "You are very flexible, no wonder you can work around Mo Shuai."

Gu Mang stepped on the soft grain pile, chatting with him while pressing the cloth.The old department was a chatterbox, and kept babbling around Gu Mang: "Hey, hey, we need to press another piece next to this one."

"The brick in your hand is not heavy enough. You don't know it. The torrential rain and wind in the frontier fortress is so strong that a small brick will fly into the sky like a leaf when it blows."

"What? An exaggeration? It's not an exaggeration at all. Don't look at me as a young man. I'm an old man in the Northern Territory Army. I was in the barracks when the Northern Territory Army was still called Wang Bajun. Gu—— Cough, I fought with Gu Mang once. My brick-pressing rules were taught by Gu Mang to his subordinates back then."

Gu Mang found it interesting, so he suppressed a smile to tease him: "Gu Mang taught you how to press bricks?"

"That's right? As soon as I learned it, he praised me for being smart. What are you laughing at? Don't you believe me?" The little monk widened his eyes, "I really didn't lie to you, don't think that guy Gu Mang is not a thing in the end, When he was in the army, let alone, he was quite human."

"Is it."

"Yeah, Shuai Mo is aloof, and Gu Mang is friendly. The style of running the army between the two of them is too different. When we were first reorganized into the Northern Frontier Army, we were still not used to it."

Gu Mang smiled and said, "Shuai Mo is not cold, he is just not good at words, but he actually treats you very well."

The little monk moved a crooked brick and said, "Hey, anyway, Mo Shuai is like that, he talks and does things so seriously, and he is cold and ignorant of others. But it's fine if you get used to it. Give it to Mr. Wang Shu."

Gu Mang froze for a moment: "To Wang Shu-jun?"

"Yes. There are rumors that when Jun Shang reorganized the Wang Ba Army, he wanted to transfer it to Wang Shu Jun, or simply broke it up and divided it into various barracks. But later, I don't know how it happened. I heard that Mo Shuai went to talk to him and handed over the army to Mo Shuai."

"..."

The smile on Gu Mang's face faded a little, and he fell into thought—it turned out that the original plan of the king was to deal with the [-] remnants he left behind.

But he knows what kind of person Junshang is, if there is no exchange of benefits, Junshang cannot change his original thoughts at will.What did Mo Xi do to make Your Majesty change his mind?

"Oh, it's raining." The little monk poked him. "One last thing, go back to the camp to avoid the rain after pressing the bricks. There is an oiled paper umbrella in the granary. I'll take you to get it later."

Gu Mang came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Okay."

The rain soon became heavy, and the colors between the sky and the earth seemed to be washed away in an instant.Daze Daze, this is how the city got its name.

Gu Mang stood under the shed of the granary, and the monks who helped store the grain and grass had already opened umbrellas, and some were holding up the barrier, laughing and running away one after another.The northern army is still the same as when he was there before. Most of them are very energetic and optimistic young people. Even if there is a big battle tomorrow, it will not prevent them from chasing and playing in the rainwater pool at the moment.

"Come on, it's raining a little bit, but you can step on the water and go back." The little monk invited him, "That's how we are here, the broken habits left by Gu Mang in the past, can't be changed, and there are no rules and no rules. He was the fastest in the rain then."

Gu Mang stood under the dry eaves, and said with a smile: "Because he was young at that time, if it were now, he would definitely not be able to move anymore. You go back first, I will wait for the rain to lighten up before leaving."

The little cultivator didn't force himself, and just stepped on the water and disappeared into the depths of the turbulent rain.

There was no one in the granary, Gu Mang stood quietly by the wooden fence, looking up at the vast land, the rainwater splashed a strong earthy smell, the eaves gathered into streams, and the ground was filled with swamps.

He stood on the side, watching the monks of the Northern Frontier Army clamoring with their shoulders clasped together. He watched their youthful backs go away one by one. Finally, he saw 20-year-old Gu Mang and 17-year-old Mo Xi smiling. The oilcloth plunged into the rainstorm.

He blinked his blue eyes, and the shadows blurred.

When the rain gradually subsided, Gu Mang opened the oil-paper umbrella and prepared to go back.When passing by the main tent of the Chinese army, I saw candlelight shining through the tent, and the dim and warm light was projected in the pool. When the raindrops hit, it became a rustling light and shadow.

Gu Mang stopped in his tracks and thought to himself, could it be that it's so late, and Mo Xi hasn't gone back yet?

He knew that Mo Xi had the habit of deducing it again after he finished talking about the strategic layout, but this time was too long, don't say it once, it should have been deduced five or six times.He felt strange, so he put away the paper umbrella, leaned against the side of the tent, opened the curtain lightly and walked in.

In front of the sand table, there was indeed a person crossing his arms and meditating. Unexpectedly, that person was not Mo Xi, but...

Gu Mang was slightly taken aback.

Murong Lian?

Murong Lian sat on the edge of the sand table half leaning, holding a smoky pipe in his hand. He squinted his eyes and looked at the map on the sand table while lazily smoking a pistol.Maybe it was because the rain was too loud, or maybe he was too focused, he didn't hear the sound of Gu Mang coming in, he just raised his hand and twirled a few small flags, and lowered them at different dangerous places on the sand table.

Gu Mang looked carefully for a while, and suddenly felt cold sweat - the position under Murong Lian's flags was strange and cold, and although the marching route was different from Mo Xi's, the method was the same fierce and powerful.According to his layout, although the odds of winning are not as great as Mo Xi's, as long as he can win, the speed is even faster than Mo Xi's.

Murong Lian is not just playing, he is really deducing it seriously.

Moreover, he is still constantly correcting his thoughts, changing the flags representing different spell powers many times, every time he adjusts, Gu Mang can see his very clear intentions and ideas...

So what is Murong Lian's casual strategy that can be deciphered by Murong Mengze in just two strokes?

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching and severe cough woke Gu Mang from his contemplation. Murong Lian lowered his pipe, frowned and coughed unceasingly. His expression was very gloomy, and he pressed his chest with one hand, as if trying to suppress something. stuff—but he ended up choking on bits and pieces of blood.

"..." Murong Lian wiped away the blood with a snow-white handkerchief trimmed with gold trim, his eyes were gloomy.

He straightened up, stared at the sand table for a while, then raised the hand with the sapphire wrench, and pulled out the carefully laid flags on the sand table bit by bit, slowly destroying the entire designed battle situation.

After finishing all this, he tossed the scattered small flags aside with a flick of his white fingers, then slumped on the chair, raised his head, and closed his eyes wearily.

In the depths of the dim lights, Murong Lian's silhouette looked so thin and lonely.With his hands folded, he has been subconsciously rubbing the surface of the sapphire ring.

After a long time, Gu Mang heard him murmur and sigh: "...that's ridiculous... I... am I really not as good as you..."

Am I really inferior to you?

These words lingered in Gu Mang's ears, almost ringing all the way.

He couldn't figure it out, Murong Lian had an idea and refused to admit defeat, so why did he muddle through at the military meeting?

Why did he have to wait until the night was quiet and no one was around before he smoked a stick of Floating Life like a dream, alone in the misty and desolate smoke, fiddling with the armored soldiers in front of the battle, deducing a magnificent lightning battle...

When he returned to the coach's tent, Mo Xi happened to be sending a message to the king through sound transmission, he let the sound transmission bird fly, and saw Gu Mang entering the tent, his face was slightly relaxed.

"Where did you go? You came back so late." He stroked his hair, "Did it rain?"

"...I went to count the grain and grass in the warehouse. It's not drenched, but there's an umbrella." Gu Mang rubbed his nose, but didn't tell him about seeing Murong Lian in the main tent.

Mo Xi took him into his arms, warmed him up for a while, and said, "The dining room is here to deliver the food, eat first and then rest?"

Gu Mang poked his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a few simple dishes on the table, and there was a bamboo tube next to it, with rice warming in it.

"You didn't eat either?"

"I'll be waiting with you."

Gu Mang opened his mouth, originally wanting to say that you have such a bad stomach, it's not like you don't know, what are you waiting for me, just leave me some food.But seeing Mo Xi's gentle eyes, he swallowed the words again.He sighed, and pinched Mo Xi's jade-like face - he was probably the only one in the world who could pinch Mo Shuai's face like this.

Gu Mang said helplessly, "You."

After sitting at the table, I realized that those dishes were all favorite but unavailable to the monks of the former Wang Bajun.A plate of braised pork with bright sauce, served with white flour steamed buns, a plate of crispy bamboo shoots and lotus seedlings, and a bowl of egg drop soup. Although it is not an exquisite dish, it is not a small expense for the whole army to eat one portion. .

Gu Mang said: "It's really good to improve them with your food. If I wanted to give them a meal of meat, I would have to beg my grandpa to sue my grandma many times, or I would have to sell my looks to coax the people in the village tavern. pretty widow."

Mo Xi made a bowl of soup, pushed it to him, and said, "You have done enough for them. You don't need to sell yourself as a pretty widow anymore. If you really want to sell it, just sell it to me."

Gu Mang bit his chopsticks and smiled.

The egg drop soup in the military camp is boiled in a large pot, sprinkled with green onion.But Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang didn't like to eat it, so he had already skimmed off the shallots on it.He watched Gu Mang gulp down the hot soup, dispelling the damp from the shower, his eyes gradually became very soft.

Anyone else in the world would feel offended when seeing Mo Xi's eyes like this, but Gu Mang wouldn't.After he finished drinking the soup, he raised his head to meet Mo Xi's gaze, and grinned again naturally.

Mo Xi sighed, took out a clean white towel, wiped it on the corner of Gu Mang's lips, and then said, "Why is it still the same as before, I never remember to wipe it off after drinking the soup."

"Oh, master, how can I be so particular about you, I grew up eating dirt."

"..."

The two chatted for a while, halfway through the meal, Gu Mang thought about it, and finally decided: "That's right, Mo Xi, there is something I want to tell you."