Yu Wu

Chapter 130 The Truth About Soul Mountain

Your Majesty led Mo Xi to the apse of the Vermillion Bird Hall.

There is a pool of water for gathering dreams, which can turn the past into reality and appear in front of the audience.

Your Majesty stood still by the pool. He looked at the reflections of himself and Mo Xi in the pool, and then slowly took off the string of Bodhi Dzi from his wrist, and held it in his hand to play with it.The bodhi beads were warm and moist, and he fiddled with them one by one, and when he reached the seventh, he stopped.

"Mo Xi, Gu...Although I chose to destroy the Yushitai's jade slip, but..."

He closed his eyes and sighed: "But, please believe that Gu never thought of deceiving Gu Qing."

"Gu always wears this dzi bead that can return his innocence. If Gu can fulfill his promise in his lifetime, then Gu will tell the people himself. A dzi bead that records the truth remains in the world, and when the time is ripe, there will be future generations who will reveal the covenant of the Golden Terrace to the world."

The night wind picked up, and the leaves of the sycamore trees by the pool rustled.

"Then, under Gu Jiuquan, I finally have face, and I can see Zhongliang again."

As he spoke, he touched the dzi bead with his fingertips, and within a short while, the dzi bead emitted a dazzling radiance, and a strand of silver-white memory floated out of it and fell into the Huameng Pond.Ripples of water shattered a pool of moon shadow and frost, and then a faint cold mist overflowed from the dream pool.

The cold fog gradually gathered into a scene, and there were also faint voices coming from the depths of the fog, which then became extremely clear.

Yan Yuyingsheng's brothel slowly unfolded before their eyes.

"The fragrance of tea is scattered in a curtain of wind, and the sound of Du Yu is full of red trees. Nanxuan is a pillow of pear clouds and dreams, and the soul is thousands of miles away." The voice is like a hanging silk thread, blowing past in the rouge powder field.

"The sun is setting and the flowers are full of shadows. The daylilies are ruthless and beautiful, and the durian flowers are full of hatred. The ruin is full of sorrow."

The mist from the pool is getting thicker and thicker, wrapping the entire back terrace of the Suzaku Temple heavily, creating a phantom surrounded by pearls and emerald greens.

Xinghualou.

Mo Xi and Jun Shang stood in the middle of the fog, and gradually, everything became extremely clear.Mo Xi found himself seeing the scene in the mirror of time again. It was the eve of Gu Mang's rebellion eight years ago. Gu Mang was talking to the mysterious man in black in the wing of the brothel.

It's just that Mo Xi didn't know who the man in black was at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he's probably the king.

Sure enough, Jun Shang walked up to Mo Xi, looked at the black-robed man who had turned into mist, and said, "This is the last time I met Gu Qing before he rebelled. He knew that he was going to leave soon, so he was not in a good mood. Stable, so Gu made an appointment with him to come to him at midnight this day and take him to the Battle Soul Mountain to see something."

It was exactly the same as the conversation in the space-time mirror. In the illusion, Jun Shangtui, who was wrapped in a black robe, gave Gu Mang a package and put it on the table: "I brought it for you. Go and change it."

Gu Mang's actions were exactly the same. He raised his hand and opened a corner of the package, but quickly closed the package again.

Gu Mang asked, "What does that mean?"

"If you're going to that place, you should be prepared." Jun Shang said, "I'm just telling you about the situation there, in case you don't believe me. I'll take you to see it with your own eyes tonight. Seeing is believing."

The surrounding scene dimmed, and when everything was turned on again, the scene in the thick fog had already shifted to the foot of War Soul Mountain.

Both Gu Mang and Jun Shang were wearing black cloaks, covering them tightly from head to toe.

Gu Mang walked to the winding path up the mountain, looked at the winding and deep bluestone path, took off the hood of his cloak, and looked up at the majestic mountain road.

Your Majesty asked, "Aren't you going up?"

Gu Mang said: "I just think that I will leave here soon, and my hands will be stained with the blood of Sergeant Chonghua, in my heart..."

Your Majesty interrupted him: "Chonghua's current situation is like this. You also saw it with your own eyes after the defeat of Fengming Mountain. You and your army are in ruins. There are only people who fall into trouble, and there is no one who helps."

He saw that Gu Mang wanted to refute, so he added another sentence: "You don't have to tell me that if Mr. Xihe is here, he will turn to you. It is useless for him to turn to you. You are a smart person, you should already know it very well." , with your own strength, nothing can be reversed."

Gu Mang: "..."

Jun Shang said: "The matter has come to this point, you have no regrets about treason."

As he said, he raised his hand in the cold night and held Gu Mang's cold fingers.Gu Mang turned his head to look at him, and moved slightly, as if he wanted to break free, but he didn't do so in the end.

Mo Xi looked at the situation in front of him. When he saw this past in the space-time mirror for the first time, he felt that the man in black was from the Liao Kingdom, and that Gu Mang's trembling when his hand was held was due to hesitation.But now that he knew the truth, his mood was extremely complicated, and the first complete sentence that emerged from his mind was actually: "...is it cold?"

Your Majesty stood beside him, startled for a moment: "What?"

"His hand." Mo Xi said softly, "Was it cold at that time?"

Obviously it was already eight years ago, logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to remember these details at that time.But after a moment of stupefaction, Your Majesty understood.

He lowered his eyes and said, "...it's cold."

"..."

"I'm sorry, it was Gu who pushed him to this dead end."

Mo Xi didn't say a word, but the Junshang in the illusion was repeating the conversation in the mirror of time. He said to Gu Mang, "Gu Shuai, to open up a road, there is no one whose hands are not stained with blood. Take advantage of your hands now There is no innocent life yet, let’s go to Battle Soul Mountain again. There will be no more chances in the future.”

Gu Mang closed his eyes suddenly, and the night wind was blowing his slightly messy temple hair.He was silent for a long time, and gently pulled his hand out of Jun Shang's palm, his fingertips were still trembling slightly, no one could cover his hands warmly.He said, "... let's go."

The black robes were billowing, and Jun Shang and Gu Mang went up the stairs along the path one after the other.

In the time mirror, Mo Xi's tracking stopped here, but this time it was different. This time, the thick fog moved in order, and the confusion changed. He finally saw whether Gu Mang and Jun Shang went to War Soul Mountain to see some What--

Junshang and Gu Mang came to the barrier in the forbidden area of ​​Zhanhun Mountain, Junshang raised his hand and cut his palm, and smeared the blood on the barrier light array.The blood was absorbed by the magic circle in an instant, and there was a rumbling voice that seemed to come from the depths of the earth: "Yan Ran Le Gongshu Qingbi."

Your Majesty replied, "There is an old inscription on Hideo Kusano's tomb."

Yan Ran Legong wrote a green pen, and there was an old inscription on Hideka Kusano's tomb.

Why isn't this simple antithetical poem Gu Mang's lifelong dream?As soon as Gu Mang heard this conversation, his eye circles suddenly turned red.Seeing him like this, Your Majesty sighed, patted Gu Mang's shoulder, and said softly, "There will be no one else here, so take off the cloak."

Gu Mang then raised his hand and untied the drawstring of the cloak.

——The thing covered by the cloak turned out to be a military uniform mourning dress with a white background and black border...

"Let's go."

They passed through the enchantment barrier and entered the forbidden area of ​​War Soul Mountain.

Rao Mo Xi had already guessed and prepared in his heart before, but when he really saw the scene, Mo Xi's heart still seemed to be hit hard.

In the entire Forbidden City of War Soul, half of the slopes at the foot of the mountain are lined with green tombstones. Some of these monuments have engraved names and traced them with delicate gold paint, and some have nothing written on them.But a large area all over the mountains and plains gathered together, as if the heroic souls of the grass in the underworld had returned, and gathered on the top of the mountain in a lively manner.

Gu Mang was stunned for a long time, and then he cautiously took a few steps forward as if he didn't dare to crush a good dream.Slowly, his cautiousness turned into stumbling, and he staggered closer, and when he saw the inscription on the first tombstone, tears welled up in his eyes.

"..."

He raised his hand and stroked the golden inscription on the tombstone, tears streaming down his face.

"Go home..."

Then he knelt down, his throat slowly choked, and he knelt sadly in front of the unfinished tombs, time and time again, to the [-] people he left behind in Fenghuang. Mingshan's robe Ze kowtowed.

"Go home..."

Your Majesty stood beside him, and after a while, put his hands on his shoulders: "This forbidden place is the first promise I made to you. There are [-] tombstones, and each name is carved by Gu himself. Every tomb is built by the orphan alone. Gu Shuai, with you planning together with the orphan, the orphan will believe that one day, the forbidden area of ​​Zhanhun Mountain will no longer be a forbidden area."

Gu Mang didn't say anything more, he was wearing a military mourning suit, with white linen in a bun, sobbing, bowing, bowing again and again.

He saw no living people anymore, only his separated brothers.Your Majesty saw him like this, so he didn't bother him any more, he just watched from the side.

After a long time, Gu Mang stood up staggeringly, put his hands together, and bowed again in front of the grave, with his hands on his forehead, murmuring something.

Your Majesty asked, "Is there anything else you want to do alone?"

Gu Mang closed his eyes, and after a long time, his eyes were moist and he said, "...if it's possible... I... have three more things, and I want to ask Your Majesty for permission."

"You said."

Gu Mang's fingertips caressed the golden book on the tombstone, sliding all the way down.

"...The first thing is, if I really can't come back... Please don't erect a monument for me on the Battle Soul Mountain. I am going to Liao Kingdom to explore, and I am destined to be stained with the blood of my comrades. Forced, whether there is a secret, whoever kills is killed, and I have no face to be buried with them."

Your Majesty seemed very disturbed by his statement, he said: "But——"

"Please listen to me."

"..."

"The second thing is that Xihe Jun is pure and kind. He is a distinguished man, but he has a very close personal relationship with me. He has already offended countless veterans and heroes. After my rebellion, he will definitely not believe it, and he will even act extreme and disobedient. Please, sir In any case, don't resort to the truth to him, and please forgive his heart, don't hold him accountable."

When Mo Xi heard this, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.He couldn't help but stepped forward, looked at Gu Mang in the illusion with a tall and straight military uniform and a solemn expression, and murmured: "Gu Mang..."

Gu Mang's reflection from eight years ago could not hear anything. He was standing in the steep mountain wind, his clothes fluttering. He was not going to die, but it was better than going to die. At this moment, he was quarreling with the king. Confessing his own behind-the-scenes.

"The third."

After saying these two words, Gu Mang fell silent.

He lowered his eyes, raised his hands to look at his palms, and after a long time, he said softly: "...Third, I want to play a soul-calling song for them while my hands are still clean."

"But Your Majesty, I only have a small suona that can't stand on the stage. Can you lend me your martial arts?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his head, the breeze was blowing his thin forehead hair, and under the moonlight, he looked longingly at the king.

Chonghua's Spiritual Song is bestowed on the heroes, often sung by court officials with divine martial arts, but Gu Mang absolutely cannot expect the court officials to comfort his brother, the only recognition he can ask for can only come from the man in front of him .

"The king's heart is so sincere, why does Gu not allow it?" After the king said, a green bamboo flute appeared in the palm of his hand.Handed Bi Zhuxiao to Gu Mang.

Gu Mang thanked him, and took the hole flute with both hands.He looked up, as if he wanted to engrave the [-] tombstones on Zhanhun Mountain into his heart one by one.Under the bright moon, he pressed the bamboo flute to his lips, closed his eyes and blew it.

"In the past, there was a son who carried a sword, and the blood and sand were hard to return. This skeleton was still beautiful when it was old. This body was talked about last night. I will take care of you. I will take care of you. I will pass on the spirit of the king. The soul of the hero will return to his hometown. The day of the world, the world There are green hills everywhere..."

The song is over.

Gu Mang put down the bamboo flute, his eyes were moist.

He turned his head and returned the hole flute to Jun Shang, and knelt down in front of the forest of steles again.After being silent for a while, he lowered his head and choked with sobs in a low voice: "Your Majesty, I will be leaving soon, I don't know if I will come back, and I don't know when I will be back."

"Gu Qing..."

"When I'm away, please come and see them for me... You don't need to burn too many papers and gold leafs, just... just bring a few pots of good wine and a few more side dishes." He said at the end, already Weeping uncontrollably, "When they followed me, their military pay was never enough. Looking at the rations of other troops, they often joked with me and told me..."

His forehead touched the cold stone tablet, and tears fell like broken beads.

"Say they're hungry . . . and want a good meal."

Your Majesty: "..."

"Although I haven't said it these years, I can hear it all. There are always people who say that we want to seize power...want to overthrow the sky...greedy, wolfish ambition..." Gu Mang slowly raised his head, "But do you know, Your Majesty? The biggest wolfish ambition of these people is actually just wanting to have a full meal..."

In the illusion, the emperor wore a mask, and no one knew what his expression was when he heard these words.

However, Mo Xi could see the Junshang at this moment. Even after so many years, when he heard Gu Mang say this sentence again, Junshang's eyes still dimmed in pain.

"Come and see them more for me, and bring them more food."

Jun Shang said: "...Gu Qing, don't worry, I will definitely do it."

"Can I still have wine?"

"Guhui will bring all the best wine in Chonghua to your people."

"Just burn the knife. They are used to being poor. If the wine is too good, they are reluctant to drink it."

"……it is good."

Gu Mang didn't ask any more.

He knelt among the mountains and forests, staring blankly at his brothers who had become monuments, without moving for a long time.

In the illusion, Jun Shang sighed softly, raised his hand, but did not dissipate the green bamboo flute, but pressed it to his lips again, and also blew a song of summoning the soul.

The hole flute is long, the moon is white and the wind is clear, and in this sad and solemn sound, everything in Zhanhun Mountain fades away.

All the fog and illusions dissipated at this moment, but the sound of the bamboo flute full of affection seemed to pass through reality and illusion, and it came from the foot of the Battle Soul Mountain eight years ago.

The fog faded away, but the lingering sound lingered.

After a long time, on the Vermilion Bird Stage, Your Majesty put the dzi bead in order again, then looked up at the bright moon among the clouds, and said softly, "Fireball."

"..."

"In the past eight years, I have been wearing this bracelet all the time, keeping this secret. Whenever I can't hold on anymore, I will melt this memory and watch it again."

"Every time I read it, I will remember it again. This road is not walked alone, nor is it for the sake of walking alone. For eight years, I have never forgotten or dared to forget day and night. "

Jun Shang raised his hand to stroke the dzi bead on his wrist, and said softly.

"Gu is not a heart of iron and stone, because... a person is in Jiuzhong, as if he is in a prison..." At the end, his voice was choked up, "Actually, how did Gu not know that Gu was ashamed of Gu Qing... ashamed of you..."

No one spoke anymore, and the old trees by the courtyard chirped and the cicadas sang at night.

On the balcony of the Vermilion Bird Hall, Mo Xi and Jun Shang looked at each other silently, their expressions were already mournful, and their eyes were wet with tears.