MTL - Remnants of Filth-Chapter 190 After parting

As Hua Poan said, the blood pool transformed by the Blood Warcraft has expanded a little bit, devouring the vegetation along the river bank, soaking the river water of the moat, and slowly, the edge of the city Guo began to collapse, bricks and tiles Falling into the blood, it also melted into a bright red thick slurry.

This erosion is no longer as terrible as the confrontation between the two armies, and the victory or defeat is determined.

It is more like a poisonous snake stalking in the haystack, vomiting letter by inch inch by inch, ready to devour the huge prey body in front of it ...

During this period of time, Chonghua did not engage in battle with Xun. On both sides, across the crimson river of blood, Chonghua was dead and dead, and the country was gradually reveling.

That night.

Mo Xi ascended the city tower alone, and looked out of the city beside Zhulan, the corner tower of the kiss tower. Under the building was the water of the blood pool. We sat around the fire, ordering the bonfire, and it was a victory in sight.

Followed by his concubine housekeeper Li Weizhang, he waited under the corner tower.

Xiaoxiu asked anxiously: "Steward Li, are you okay with Jun and Jun ..."

For a moment, Li Wei was silent, Rao was the tongue of Jin Lian, but he couldn't say anything.

Is the ink out?

He didn't know, no one had the answer to this question.

After Gu Mang's sacrifice, the Chonghua soldiers once thought that Mo Xi would lose his mind, thinking that he would be slumped, that he would be violent and give up, that he would be heartbroken.

But he didn't.

The cultivators repeatedly cast spells on the side of the blood pool transformed into Blood Warcraft, and when they try their best, they cannot catch Gu Mang-even Gu Mang's body.

In the end, Mo Xi said to them, don't look for it, go back and rest. The battle is not over yet.

He and Gu Mang are both dead. They have seen too many people die in the flames of war, and the brothers who drank together yesterday may have become lifeless corpses the next day.

They don't even have time to grieve, to swallow the fact, to digest one's life and death. Everything is in a hurry, the responsibility will force the general to be sober.

Because the battle has not yet ended.

If the soldier is sad and out of control, it may be his life. And if the coach is sad and out of control, how many people will take his life together.

Mo Xi knew that he did not have this right.

All he could do was stand on the side of the blood pool where his beloved sacrifice for a while while watching the blood pool and the army.

Just for a while.

The monk couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "Will He and Jun be sad?"

This time Li Wei was able to answer quickly, he said, "He is not a hard rock heart, how can he not be sad."

After saying that, Li Wei sighed in his heart, and looked at Mo Xing's lonely figure under the stars.

On the night that Gu Mang had just sunk in the blood pool, Mo Xi personally ordered the monks to return to the city to rest and no longer need to make meaningless rescue.

Some people are scared by the cold blood and calmness of Mo Xi.

Only Li Wei knew what Mo looked like that night, in the room where Gu Mang lived in Xie Hefu, after all his identities and responsibilities had faded.

Li Wei originally went to clean up this room where there would no longer be a host, but before he pushed the door, he saw the back of Mo sitting at a small table. Gu Meng once wrote a letter. A few words. Mo Xi watched from page to page in the dried-up lamp. Gu Mang wrote down all the things that are worthy of joy, and rarely complained about what was wrong.

Mo Xi was immersed in the beautiful past weaved by Gu Mang, and Fandou croaked at his feet, whine, seemed to be asking him where Gu Mang was, and seemed to ask him why Gu Mang had not returned tonight ...

After a few moments, Mo bowed his head, and finally there was a low choke in the room, suppressed, like he was also suppressing the trembling of his shoulders at this moment. But how can it be suppressed? He has been suffering for so long. He has only sadness, pain, and responsibility ... except that he has nothing.

Over the years, he has experienced false betrayal, real mistakes, and the pain of parting. Every time he tells himself that he will go through it again and again, maybe everything will pass.

Even a few days ago, he saw the glamorous Gu Mang, who was standing under the hunting and hunting force of the school yard, and thought that all the suffering had finally come to an end, and that he would be able to survive after the war.

But it was left to him, and in the end it was only this empty hut.

The owner of the house had left, as if he had lived here without leaving much trace.

It turned out that he had endured so many hardships, but in the end, it was not long-standing, but long-term departure.

Mo Xi held up the stack of soft pages and stuck them to his chest, near the heart beat. It seems that the person who writes still has the temperature on the paper.

He couldn't hold it anymore, hoarsely, weakly, and whispered, "Gu Mang ..."

Gu Mang.

After that, no more sentences could be said.

He is not the pillar of the Empire, not Mo Shuai. At this moment, he is just a helpless person with his loved one forever. He is a younger brother left in the sea of ​​blood by Brother Gu.

All the same robes left, and the 70,000 dead souls, those brothers who once entered and marched as young as them, now Gu Mang is gone.

Only him was left in the end. Before dawn, he was alone.

Whether hate or love.

His brother Gu Mang will never look back at him again, smile at him openly, or feel annoyed blankly.

A hoarse whine sounded like a dying beast, mourning in pain, tearing up the last self-control. Mo lowered his head, choked, and mourned ... At last he was like a sleepy beast without a lifelong companion, like a lion in the end, stunned, desperate, and finally in this silent night, he couldn't cry.

Life is so long and mountains and rivers are so wide, but only this moment is left, and only this world belongs to him.

Li Wei looked at his back, sighed, and gently closed the door for him ...

Mo Xi has never been ruthless.

Li Wei knew that there might not be a single person in Chonghua, and he could really understand what Gu Mang was to Mo Xi. It's not light, it's not fire, it's not hope, it's not a lover, it's not a brother ... Gu Mengzhi's ink goes out, maybe more than these together.

Therefore Mo Mo ordered them to stop wasting their energy in searching and rescuing, which was not a kind of giving up. It's because Mo Xi knows better than anyone—what is Gu Mang's decision.

What Gu Man wants.

And he will never come back.

Li Wei left this small courtyard. He admired his lord very much. In fact, from the year he had not given Mo to the monarch, he felt that Xun Hejun was the backbone of Chonghua.

Now that his spine is bent in a place invisible to others, he is in pain and it is difficult to support him. However, the people of the whole state can only see Mo Xi's powerfulness, but forget that he is only flesh and blood. He had just lost his most important person, but allowed Mo Xi to breathe a sigh of relief, and allowed him to live as a living person to hug another person's breath by hanging and thinking, only this small solitary room.

That was the home of him and his brother Gu Mang.

Li Wei couldn't bear to bother and look at it again—this is the farewell of Mo Xi and Gu Mang, with Xi Hejun, with Gu Shuai, with respect and humility, with life and death, with no one else. relationship.

He was the steward of Xunhe House, and in the end he would keep this heavy secret for the Lord.

On the fourth day, Zhonghua Capital has been engulfed in the blood pool for less than half. The small half of the city had to shrink back to the back of the city, watching his former home become a sea of ​​blood.

Fortunately, Yue Chenqing performed mechanized arts well. Among the books left by Murong Chuyi, there is another volume explaining how to build shelters as soon as possible. He followed the drawings, but he put off these people's problems.

That was Murong Chuyi's spell.

Yue Chenqing thought that if Siyi was still alive, he would do much better than him.

But his little sister-in-law is gone.

Only he can continue the gentleness of Murong Chuyi in this turbulent and troubled world.

"Four concubines, I may not have done well enough, but ..." He looked up at the starry sky, his trembling fingers trembling slightly, but he still did not let go of the bamboo warrior he was debugging.

"However, I will do what you want to do."

"I am Yue Chenqing, your nephew, the head of the Yue family, and your heir."

The stars flickered and the ground shone on this scorching earth, and it was also reflected in Yue Chenqing's eyes, faintly tearing.

Yue Chenqing whispered, "Did you see it all in the sky ..."

You have been protecting me silently.

It's my turn now, oh.

Let me protect our home.

Like Yue Chenqing, everyone in Chonghua is fighting to defend their homeland.

In the past, this state was indeed a piece of loose sand, but because of Gu Mang and Murong Chuyi, people sacrificed blood first, and because if there is no escape route in the defeat of this battle, everyone knows it well, so this plate of sand Finally condensed together.

Become solid and become strong.

The blood pool is spreading, but the tenacity in despair is rising.

They are looking for a way to win.

On the fifth day.

When all the nobles and high-ranking leaders studied at the Royal Military Aircraft Agency how to curb the expansion of the blood pool, there was a guard to report—

"Yun Hejun! Wang Shujun! Princess Mengze." Shou Bei saluted three people in the hall who are currently the most reliable and then said, "Yang Jiang Master is back! Waiting outside the hall!"

When Jiang Fuli entered the temple, everyone was holding back.

Among them is his wife Su Yurou. Although Su Yurou was faced with a white gauze, she could not see the red face, but when she saw Jiang Fuli's appearance, she held the cup and slipped, fell to the ground, and smashed.

"Fuli, you--"

Jiang Fuli was wearing a blue-silver robe. The clothes were made with excellent materials, but he still couldn't cover his dusty servants. The most surprising thing was his eyes.

His left eye, already blind at night, had no idea what kind of damage it had suffered, and it was completely invisible. Snow-white gauze lingered obliquely, seeping with red blood.

He heard the sound and quietly glanced at Su Yurou with his clear almond right eye. The eyes of the two met with each other, as if they had exchanged a secret unknown to others, Su Yurou suddenly collapsed.

Mo Xi heard her using a few unseen voices to call a "Gongzhu" gently.

Jiang Fuli's wolf is embarrassed, but his face is still the face of the traitor Jiang Yaoshi, but his temperament is very different from that of the past. He seemed gentle, calm, and determined at this moment, unlike the old **** pharmacist—the old **** pharmacist often gave people another feeling, as if, apart from Qian Yan, he never knew what he wanted and care about.

The former **** pharmacist was a heartless puppet.

But he returned today, it seems that He finally recalled the lost soul.

Jiang Fuli swept around the room with the remaining beautiful eyes, his eyes turned on Murong Merci in turn, Murong Mengze stayed for a moment, and finally fell on Mo Xi.

He was silent for a moment, and whispered, "He and Jun, I have something important, please excuse me to step back."

Jiang Fuli was very polite when he said this sentence, but there was some kind of oppression. Everyone in the room felt a sudden change in Jiang Fuli's personality, so when Wang Moxi looked there, he couldn't help adding a little worry.

Mu Rongci took a sip of the floating dream, suddenly raised his hand, and pulled Mo Xi who was about to leave with Jiang Fuli: "Wait a minute." Then his pair of peach blossoms narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Fuli: "... Are you a real **** pharmacist or a fake?"

"When you were seven years old, because you were too tall for Gu Mang, you put a thick stack of silk paper in your shoes, but you accidentally fell down, broke your head, and sewed—"

"Stop!" Murong Qing showed her embarrassment but still stood up. "Okay! I know you're true, right?"

He let go of Mo Xi, and rolled his eyes and murmured in a low voice.

Mo Xi and Jiang Fuli went to the warm court of the side hall.

The attendant retreated and no one was in the cabinet. With a wave of his hand, Jiang Fuli suddenly lowered the star-shaped protective enchantment around Nuange. Ke Mo stopped at the moment he saw the enchantment.

"... the enchantment of the Holy Spirit, which has been lost for a hundred years ..." Mo Xi stared at Jiang Fuli's thin side, the man's expression was firm, but he was very shy.

Su Yurou just murmured the "Gongzhu" echoed in his ear.

Mo Xi suddenly exploded a conjecture that can be called incredible, he couldn't help asking: "--who are you?"

Jiang Fuli didn't make any noise, and sat down at the table.

The room was very quiet, and the glory of the Holy Spirit had been flowing. Mo Xi can hear his own heartbeat. After a short while, he asked in a low voice: "... Shen Gong?"

Jiang Fuli raised his eyes.

The intact glass-colored almond eye looked peaceful, he said, "I'm not."

"..."

"Shen Tang was dead hundreds of years ago. I'm just Jiang Fuli." He paused and said, "In addition, I have heard about Gu Shuai."

Gu Mang's name is like a tapered needle, which stuck to Mo Xi's already broken heart. Mo hangs down her long eyelashes and trembles before her eyes.

Jiang Fuli said: "He is still very young, he has not received the respect he deserves, and he deserves the peace he deserves. He and Shen Tang are actually different ... Both of them are fighting Warcraft with their bodies, but Gu Shuai is here There are still aspirations and entanglements in the world. "

When he talked about stumbling, he looked at Mo deeply.

Then he said, "Shen Tang is not."

"..."

"The moment Shen Tang died in Warcraft, he was already frustrated and had nothing to think about. Shen Tang sought death and Gu Mang survived." Jiang Fuli shook his head and said, "Sorry. This should not be the case of."

Mo Xi frowned slightly: "But you ... if you weren't Shen Tang, how would you know what Shen Tang thought?"

Jiang Fuli was really silent.

After a while, he sighed, "It's really complicated to talk about it."

"Appreciate further details."

Jiang Fu Li paused, and seemed to be thinking about how to speak. Finally, he said, "I had sympathized with some of his memories when he was healing Gu Man before. I saw you in Bat Island and met a man named Wu Yan. girl."

"That's a banshee hungry for Shen Tang ..."

"Yes," Jiang Fuli said, "but when I see your memories, I always think I've seen her somewhere."

Jiang Fuli poured two cups of strong tea, one was pushed to the other side of the table, and one drank slowly. At this time, Mo found out that the position covered by his white gauze was sunken, and there was no curvature of his eyes—Jiang Fuli had completely lost his left eye.

But he didn't care, as if he didn't care about his health, his body.

He said lightly: "I have been in Chonghua for so many years. Many people have asked me what country I am and what happened to me. I do n’t answer. You only say that I am cold and do not want to say more, but it is not." He shook his head with a bitter smile, "I really don't know who I am."

"Almost all the memories that I have had began when I and Yurou went into exile. She said that I was ill and forgotten the past, and I was completely confused and believed in her. About my life, Where I came from, my relatives ... Yu Rou told me everything, and I was bored myself. I instinctively rejected it and never meant to delve deeper. "

"But in the past few years ... I started dreaming. In the dream, I can always see some repeated people and things, but they are fragmented, there is no trace, and Yu Rou never speaks silently. I asked her what she didn't know, And I didn't check it carefully ... Until recently, I diagnosed and treated Gu Mang and saw his memory on Bat Island. The Wuyan he saw was exactly the same as a girl I had seen in my dream. "

Jiang Fuli closed her eyes and said, "I thought then, if I went to see Wuyan, I might know what kind of person I was before."

Mo Xi remembered that after Jiang Fuli treated Gu Mang with his illness, he apparently traveled out of the sky.

Then I knew that it was for this reason.

Mo Xi asked: "So you have been traveling around, actually you went to Bat Island?"

"It's just one of the stops. I also went to other places .... Do you remember the four-season-like island that Wu Yan and Shen Tang met for the first time?"

Ink nodded.

"I also found it there. It was actually a piece of island land ravaged by Xuanwu. The Xuanwu had a covenant with Shen Tang's ancestors, and it guarded a section of ancient Yan Emperor Shenmu."

Mo opened his eyes wide open: "The Emperor Yanmu ... is the first tree in the world ... the king of thousands of trees?"

"Yes." Jiang Fuli said, "The Emperor Yanmu, the King of Thousands of Woods, gathered thousands of flowers on a tree. Among them, a section of begonia was left in the mundane world for some reason. Before, it was obtained by Shen Tang's ancestors. "

"The Shentang people know very well that Shenmu is a weapon of immortality. If it teaches people about this secret, there will be countless people who will follow it and take it for themselves. Shen family has always been war-torn, and they will seal this section of Haitang Shenmu On Xuanwu Island, he said nothing to the outside world. But there is a spirit and a spirit. In order to keep it calm and clear, and not to be disturbed by the turbid evil spirit, the head of the family will go to the island to stay for one month every year to mold his piano. "

When he said that, Mo Xi understood it a bit-Wuyan saw the immense immortality on the island that year, flying all year round, and spring as the four seasons, she mistakenly thought that Shen Tang was here, in fact, she was completely wrong, that immortality Not born of Shen Tang, but because of the ancient Shenmu branch that Shen Tang guarded.

"..." Mo Que couldn't help asking, "Shen Tang has passed 100 years, and his family was almost destroyed in the fierce battle with Hua Po An. In the past 100 years, no one has ever been to that fairy island, so What did you see when you went? Is Shenmu still there? "

Jiang Fuli said: "I'm still there. When I found that Xuanwu Island, I saw that the island was already full of vegetation and flowers. Over hundreds of years, the begonia tree had turned it into a place full of spiritual wood. I just watched that the Tang tree has hidden wisdom culture, and I replayed a piece of music played by Shen Tang a hundred years ago, it is like a happy heart, attracting hundreds of flowers on the island, I think it may be counted For a century, the basalt seal can't seal it, it may fall into the Hanhai voluntarily again and look at it from the earth. "

Jiang Fuli finished and smiled.

"Although I am curious about its future destiny, but after a few hundred years, the stay of this sacred tree is not something that every mortal can control."

When Mo Xi heard this silently, he suddenly asked, "Yang Jiang, why do you know so much about the family of Shen Tang?"

"..."

"... Are you really not Shen Gongzhu?"

Jiang Fuli put down the cup and sighed, "My memory was managed by Wu Yan to restore me. After I recovered, I also unlocked her knot for her-yes, I am not Shen Tang, But for hundreds of years, there has been someone who hopes that I will become Shen Tang thoroughly. "

Mo extinguished a moment: "Who?"

Jiang Fuli looked up, and three words fell between her thin lips: "The flower is dark."

Seeing Mo Xi's face, Jiang Fuli smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous? I feel the same way. I have all the memories and emotions of Shen Tang, but I know that I am not him."

"Then you are ..."

"I'm Shen Tang's cousin. As for my name ..." Jiang Fuli said, "Hua Po secretly called me Shen Tang and Yurou called me Jiang Fuli. I've been so confused for so many years. I do n’t remember my real name. All I know is that I did n’t want Shen Tang to die, but another one was born out of nowhere. My body was full of Shen Tang ’s memories, remnants, spells, and Past. "

His voice was low but soft, without any excitement, but it taught people to feel extra sad.

Jiang Fuli said: "I'm just a puppet. It's better than the bamboo warrior made by Murong Chuyi and the clay figure pinched by Jiang Yexue."

Although Mo Xi was terrified, he couldn't bear it, and whispered: "Yang Jiang ..."

But I don't know what to comfort.

Jiang Fuli said: "You don't have to comfort me, you are already sad enough. Others can't see it, but I understand it. I didn't rush back today to find someone to tell him my past. I am To offer a way of breaking the enemy-Since Hua Poan treats me as Shen Tang, I will not be absent in the second war this century. "

Mo Xi trembled in his heart: "Do you have a way to crack the spread of the blood pool?"

"There is indeed a way. No one has done it before. I have no chance. I can only try it." Jiang Fuli said, "But I have done calculations on Xuanwu Island. Xiangua said that as long as He and Jun You do this, everything can change, even life and death. "

After hearing the last sentence, Mo went out for a moment and responded: "Including life and death ..."

"Good."

In the black ink, the eyes looked like flames, and suddenly there was bright light.

What does it mean?

Although he felt ridiculous, he was still running blood, his fingers trembling slightly in his tight palms: "Ask the pharmacist."

Jiang Fuli got up, leaned against the window, and glanced outside. At this time, the Blood Warcraft Blood Pool had dispersed to the inner city, and was slowly devouring the capital.

He turned around and took an obsidian-like spar from Qiankun's pouch and put it on the table.

"The Shen Tang family has two hidden treasures. One is the stump of the Shenmu I said earlier. The other is this spar. This is the most secret and important treasure of the Shen Tang family. It is also the Chonghua The only way to crack a catastrophe. "

Jiang Fu Li paused and said, "There is still time. Before I let you use it, I want to tell you the passage I know."

"——A passage related to Hua Po An."

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