Chapter 91: Last appointment

Next, Lu Zhanxing was exposed for three days.

During these three days, everything in the mirror continued to fade, and the voice of people's speech was blurred like a sea of ocean. Moxi does not need an invisible cloak to be free to travel anywhere, but time is running out. He can no longer talk to anyone eight years ago, nor can he draw more truth from this.

He fell into a passive wait.

During these three days, Gu Mang didn't go anywhere, and no one came to visit him--also, Lu Zhanxing was Gu Mang's closest close friend and the deputy commander of Wang Bajun. Many people thought that Lu Zhanxing would not die in the end, thinking that at the last moment he would definitely receive the pardon of the King.

But Ke Shang did not take into account Gu Mang's feelings and face, and Lu Zhanxing was beheaded.

So almost everyone smelled the message--

Gu Mang is really out of power, and it is no longer possible to make a comeback.

Gu Jiajun is finished.

No one would accompany a running dog in the sunset. In the past, the saddled horse was rare in front of the general.

Only Mo Mo, who came from eight years later, was with him, but Gu Mang couldn't see it. He stayed at home, lying in a daze on the bed. He could not eat if he could not eat, and could not move if he could not move. The years seemed to be still. But Mo Xi knows that time is still relentlessly. Mo Xi sometimes looks at his hand, his ten fingers stretched out, and they have become transparent-it seems that it is only these few hours to leave the world in the mirror.

He didn't even know if he could get it tonight.

"Gu Shuai."

Tuk Tuk's knock sounded and someone was shouting outside. Gu Mang opened his eyes for a while, then slumped, because he was hungry for too long, he lay for a long time, his head was a little dizzy, and he almost fell after falling to the ground. Mo Xi instinctively went to help him, but couldn't help him—Gu Mang fell to the ground in a daunting manner, and quickly got up. The door opened, and a herald inside the palace stood outside.

"The king has a purpose, please go to the Golden Crest Hall."

Gu Mang looked tired: "Is there anything?"

"This ..." the order officer said, "Xiaguan is not clear, Gu Shuai is just going."

Mo Xi understood that it was King Shang who would give Gu Mang the last task. He couldn't help praying that he could stay in the time glass for a while, and don't let him leave at this time. He really wanted to see what Gu Man's final appointment was before the rebellion.

The officials were sent away, and Gu Mang came to the yellow bronze mirror. He changed into a clean, coarse cloth and washed his face with water. The water drops dripped down his cheeks, washing away the burnout on his face, but he couldn't wash the blood in his eyes.

In order to make himself look better, Gu Mang raised his hands and bundled his hair, combed himself with a high ponytail, and then he habitually wanted to buckle the crown button representing the rank of the emblem, but he touched his finger on the table. air.

He is no longer a general.

"...

Gu Mang was silent for a while, groping, and found a band to twist and fix the hair bun. The band was white, and I wondered who was wearing it in secret.

He entered the palace.

Seeing him, Yu Lin was carrying the red badger on his back, and wanted to salute, but quickly reacted that he should not do so, and straightened his head again.

——In the imprisonment of the deep palace, Tianwei is solemn. The embargoes cannot look at him in a grand manner, but their eyes are secretly watching him appear from the end of the promenade and disappear into the depths of Wangcheng.

Gu Mang has walked this corridor many times over the years, and his ranks are getting higher and higher, and his fans are getting more and more.

And now, he has become a commoner, blue shirt and shoes, all alone. He spent half a lifetime of blood and consumed all the sincerity. In the end, he went back to the starting point, and it was not much different from when he first entered Miyagi as a slave.

Stepping into the hall, the majesty of the throne above the high order, because it is not the time of the meeting, there is a triple ochre soft account in front of the throne, covering everything behind it.

Kings look improperly.

Gu Mang paused, his eyes were not raised, his eyelashes were dangling, his eyes were on his nose, and his nose was on his heart. He knelt and bowed his head: "Gu Mang. See you."

There was no answer in the silence of the Golden Hall.

Gu Meng waited for a while, then stood up and yelled again: "The people Gu Mang, see you."

This time, there was a response, but the response was not uploaded from the throne of the Golden Palace, but was taken care of behind him, and wafted in thin smoke.

"His surname Gu, you also know that you are a common people now, how could the Lord be willing to see you?"

Mo Xi and Gu Mang turned back together, but seeing Murong Pian looked disgusted and stood at the door with wide sleeves.

Eight years ago, Mu Rongli had not yet started to live a dream, so his mental state seemed much better than later, and people were not so tired and thin. He wore an aristocratic robe with blue and gold rims. Although his expression was a little sloppy, his shoulders were upright, and his long legs stood upright. Unlike later, he went soft when he went everywhere. Lazy look.

Gu Meng stood up and asked, "Why are you?"

"What happened to me?" Murong mercifully sneered. "Gu Shuai is so forgetful. You have served me in my house for so many years, and pinched my shoulders and flattered me. Why, I have been a general for several years, even Have you forgotten all your books? "

"..."

"Furthermore, now that you are a commoner, I am the prince. It is your honor to let me deliver the message to the king."

A sharp jaw provoked, and Murong's fair face was ridiculed.

"Knelt down, right?"

Gu Mang was silent for a while, and finally drew his eyes down. He knelt down on the ground, and the pale blue robe edge fell to the ground. Mo Xi used to look at Gu Shuai who was accustomed to wearing armors. After the armor was removed, his bones were thin and his neck was exposed from the wide neckline. He was so tired that he broke it with a pinch.

Murong displayed the splendid and luxurious robe sleeves of Phnom Penh in pity, took out the order from the king, and slowly said, "The Emperor's Emperor's Book of Heaven, Zhong Hua Jun's Emperor, Feng Ming, a battle of corpses, traces the origin, all because The coach Gu Mang knows improperly, the vice general Lu Zhanxing loses character in front of the array, kills the special envoy of Rou Li, traps the army in a great furnace, and the relationship between the country and the country. Skull, go to Rouli and thank you for your sin. "

After reading this volume of shushu, Mo said that Gu Mang was mo xi's hold.

The meaning of the king is that Gu Mang personally took the landing Zhanxing's head to the country of Rouli, and apologized for the fact that Lu Zhanxing had beheaded the country's envoys!

The sound in the time glass is getting lighter and lighter, and when the ink is off, the ears feel more buzzing.

Actually, Gu Mang had to personally show his neighbors the head of Lu Zhanxing ...

It does n't matter what Gu Mang 's mood is. It does n't matter if Gu Mang will collapse or betray! ——He is really trying to care about the bottom line.

Even at the cost of forcing this person away.

Murong Li narrowed her eyes with three white peach blossoms: "What? Gu Shuai is not ready yet?"

Ink shook his head.

Do not.

You do n't answer ... you do n't ...

But looking at Gu Man's eyes, this person seems to have seen through the nausea of the monarch. After the initial sting, Gu Man's expression became indifferent, calm, and even a little undisguised disgust.

Don't pick ...

"The people Gu Mangong." The vague voice fell from Gu Mang's lips and teeth, "... the purpose."

He raised his trembling fingers and took the book from Murong's hand.

The cliff fell, everything was a foregone conclusion.

As a result, in the late autumn of this year, many people have a new destiny-Chonghua's only slave army is not guaranteed all the time, Lu Zhan Xingdong City asked to beheaded, his head was suspended in the downtown for three days. In order to humiliate Gu Mang, who had bumped against him in court, three days later, the king ordered Gu Mang to personally send Lu Zhanxing's head to the country of Rouli, in order to disrespect him by beheading.

Gu Mang was on his way to carrying his brother's head.

The sun and twilight was originally the most dense color, but it was almost white in Mo Xi's eyes. The power of the time-lapse mirror is getting weaker and weaker. The world in the mirror starts to stale with the outside world. Mo Xi even occasionally hears singing outside the time-mirror.

It was Jiang Yexue's voice, reading the curse.

"Crossing the bitter sea, there was no chase yesterday ..."

"Yellow beams are dreams, why don't Jun return ..."

Divinely, Jiang Yexue's voice disappeared, leaving only the sounds of the world in the mirror.

Gu Mang, who was traveling far, tightened his cloth bag tightly, came to Yazikou, Dongshi, Chonghua, and walked to a cooking cake stall.

"Madam, come and cook five cakes."

The cook is selling a pretty woman. When Gu Mang came to her to patronize her, she was sullen and laughing, and her voice was so loud that she knew that Gu Shuai had eaten the meat cooked in her house. cake. But today, when she looked up from the hearth with a smile, her smile froze.

Gu Mang thought he didn't make it clear, and said, "Five cooking pancakes, still old flavor."

The woman suddenly became a little stunned. On the one hand, she was anxious to clarify the relationship with this man who was in a disappointed position, even if it was a sale relationship, it seemed that it would be difficult for her to die. .

In this way, the heavens and gods froze for a while, and her husband came together.

"No more, no more, our house is closed!"

Gu Mang looked for a moment, widening his eyes slightly: "But the evening market has just begun ..."

The man was quite unreasonable: "Stop selling!"

Gu Mang understood. He glanced at the woman. The woman's face was flushed with redness, and her conscience seemed to be completely broken at this moment. The broken plasma poured onto her face, staining her face with red.

He remembered the first time she had come to her stall to buy cakes, but she was still a young girl like tender greens. Seeing him patronizing, he babbled excitedly.

At that time, she was just like she was now, cheeks glowing.

Unfortunately, times passed, the girl became a woman, and the reason for her blushing was completely different from that year.

Gu Man sighed and said, "That's it. I wanted to buy some and bring it on the road. Your cooking cake is very similar to the one I have eaten in the north, and they are all very good. Thank you for doing so Years of kind business. "

After turning, he turned and left. The woman was ashamed and could not help but shouted at his back: "Gu Shuai-!"

Frightened by her man, she immediately covered her mouth: "What are you talking about? Don't die!"

The woman trembled, and after that she completely lost her courage. She lowered her head and did not dare to speak again. After a short pause, Gu Mang disappeared into the bustling crowd. When she looked up with tears again, she could no longer see it.

...

Mo Xi stayed beside Gu Mang, walking with his family and watching.

Gu Mang seemed to be thinking of bringing some homeland food and food on the road, and even stopped a bit longing in front of the stall selling Zhonghua paper-cut small paintings, but he was too eye-catching. The more people he looked at.

The stall owners would solicit customers warmly, but when he walked alone, they all frowned and didn't hold their breaths. It would be nice if someone could bring a stall to disappear into the world.

Gu Mang is an interesting person, and he doesn't blame them either.

These little businessmen are guarding a small base camp. Whoever wants to beat him will probably have a hard time. He had lived at the bottom, knowing how painful it was to be despised and insatiable, so when he looked at these hawkers who had avoided him, there was no resentment in his eyes.

But he didn't know. It turned out to be so difficult to buy one or two items from his homeland.

Gu Mang left the lively East City empty-handed in the end, and while walking, he sighed, "Zhan Xing, I'm sorry. At this moment, I can't buy your favorite pear flower white. I can't drink it for you. "

The skull in the rucksack naturally cannot answer.

Gu Man tightened his rucksack and continued to move forward.

Soon after, he passed the guard and walked out of the city gate. He walked on the ancient bridge carved by white jade. This bridge is called Chonghua Bridge and it crosses a wide moat. One end is the way he came. One end is connected to the winding suburban post road of barren grass and long pavilion.

At the end of the bridge, there was a rotten old man crooked. His legs were rotten and mosquitoes caused them to fly. Gu Mang knew this person, and leaned here for many years, asking people who came in and out of town every day to ask for food.

The old man named Huazi is very old. He never moved the place. The city guards drove him countless times. He rolled his muddy old eyes, supported his hands with his hands, and scolded him away, but after a day or two, it seemed like an attachment. Bone gangrene crawled back, still begging here.

Gu Mang once asked others why the old man had to be paralyzed by the gate of the city and not walk by the Zhonghua Bridge.

At that time, an elderly monk told him that this old man had been on the battlefield, and then the entire army was annihilated. The old man was greedy for fear of death. He fled back and saved his life. The old guy couldn't bear the conscience, and he couldn't take it any longer, so he confessed to the old confession. But at that time, the old prince went on to implement moral politics, and was unwilling to kill anyone. He only killed his rank, abolished his spiritual core, and made him a puppet.

He tried borrowing alcohol to dispel sorrow, tried faithfulness and emptiness, but in the end he couldn't solve his knot.

Later, the days passed, and the mind collapsed day by day.

The young monk became an old monk, and the old monk was infatuated with epilepsy. Every day, he can remember the moment when he left his robe and escaped. He was completely driven crazy. He cut his leg in the madness. He thought This can change the past, thinking that you would not turn around and run away.

But it didn't work.

The old man is getting crazy.

It's almost eighty years. For so many years, he has been by the Zhonghua Bridge day and night. Standing on the road that the army must pass through, a pair of muddy old eyes always looked at the horizon in the distance.

No one knows what he is waiting for.

Until that day, Gu Mang triumphed as the coach for the first time. The bright red cloak was wrapped in polished armor, riding a golden-winged snow horse, and walking along the mighty army.

The dirty, pickled old man by Chonghua Bridge suddenly became more energetic than any of Gu Mang's previous encounters. He dragged his limbs, struggled to straighten, and waved his hands at them, crying in tears: "Come back! You guys are back!"

The accompanying stranger said, "Who is this old man talking about?"

Gu Mang looked left and right, only to see himself, as well as the robes and feet of the same men behind him.

Gu Mang thought for a moment, suddenly a movement in his heart, suddenly understood what the old guy has been waiting for--

He was waiting for the brothers who had been abandoned by him to go through the decades and return to the city in a spirited manner.

The old guy has been waiting.

So Gu Mang got off the horse and walked up to him. The old man looked up at him. The sun pierced the old man's dazzling eyes. The old man cried hummingly, while crying, while hoeing at Gu Mang He moved and wanted to hug him.

Lu Zhanxing pouted at that time and said, "Man, you're dirty!"

Gu Mang said: "It's all right."

He raised his hand and touched the old guy's head.

When people are weak, they all make mistakes. The deserter has spent most of his life for his escape. Gu Mang thought that was enough.

The old guy opened his leaky mouth and cried hysterically, while Gu Mang called "Xiao Zhao" for a while, and Gu Mang called "Xiao Chen" and "Little Winter Melon" for a while.

Gu Mang responded one by one. From that day on, the old guy was born.

He was still a little crazy, but no longer staring straight at the horizon, he began to look like a serious horrible mess, smiled at people in the past, turned a dirty broken bowl, and sang his Lotus is falling.

"..." Gu Mang tightened the cloth bag tightly wrapped around the head of the landing show star and walked to the end of the Chonghua Bridge. He knew that today might be the last time he passed by this old Jiaohua.

"Brother."

Lao Jiaohua has had a good harvest today. A big steamed bun rests in the broken bowl of begging, and a piece of cake is in his arms. He actually didn't remember who Gu Mang was. Although Gu Mang untied his knot when the class teacher returned to the DPRK, he was old and was tortured for so long. He did n't remember where he was. A general dismounted, willing to forgive him as a sinner, and willing to be his little Zhao Xiaochen Xiaodonggua.

So he looked up, grinned silly, and looked at Gu Man leisurely.

"Master, give me some reward."

Gu Meng also looked down at the stinky beast. After watching for a while, he also smiled.

"The only person who is willing to talk to me now is you."

After that, he handed all the soft shell coins in Qiankun's bag to the old Jiaohuazi.

Gu Mang said, "Let's go."

He got up, but the old man suddenly grabbed his wrist when he got up.

"what happened?"

The old man seemed to realize something, and didn't seem to realize anything. Finally, he stretched out that chicken-paw-like hand, and touched the dirty cake from his arms.

It looked like a sacrifice, with smiles on his face.

"Give, give."

"For me?"

The old man seemed to be close to his destiny and had the consciousness that ordinary people do n't have. He kept stuffing the bread into Gu Mang 's hand: "Take, with your brother, eat on the road ... eat on the road ..."

Gu Mang froze.

Perhaps the eyes of the elderly and children can see ghosts and the future.

He looked at the old wrinkled and shriveled face, and for a long while, straightened out a smile, and took the old country cake from the old man named Huazi.

"Thank you. In the end, I can still take away my hometown."

The old man nodded at him ignorantly, pursed his lips, and kept saying, "You have to come back, you have to come back ..."

Gu Mang smiled, but did not fall. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he got up and said, "Leave."

After he had finished speaking, carrying a cloth bag, he looked back at the cornered fangs.

On the city tower, the two "Zhonghua" scriptures of "Jinghua" were dazzled by the setting sun, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Gu Mang looked at it for a while, seeming to mumble to himself, and to whom he was talking.

He said, "Let's go."

Let's go.

The remnants of Wang Bajun were also detained by the prisoner, and Lu Zhanxing's remnants were in Gu Mang's backpack. No one came to practice for Gu Mang.

He turned around and walked lonely on the Zhonghua Bridge. The river billowed under the bridge, like the glory of yesterday.

And the old man by the Zhonghua Bridge suddenly snorted at this moment—his voice was like a broken gong, and the old man stretched his neck, watching Gu Man's figure head towards the dusky horizon. His voice was dumb, his trembling hands knocked on the bowl for begging, opened his mouth, and began to sing hoarsely for a while. He remembered the most fluent lotus drop—

"Humanistic time is sorrowful, I said time is different. Prosperous people used to envy me, and once a year are prone to sacrifice. Poor today I have no money, just like a long time at a moment. I have also lightly fattened Gao Xuan and pointed at people. Before driving the mountain. A stunned enchantment surrounded the people, and the people were invited to welcome them like gods. Today, the gold is gone, who will be restored, and the friends will be separated from the hunting dogs to cook. Do not blame granddaughter and blame. I had known that I had been upset here, and the demon had been regretted on the day of remorse. Now there is nothing I can do, and I diligently advise people to rest like me! "

I have also said that Qingqiu Fat Ma Zai Gaoxuan pointed at the front of the mountain.

I also once wore Xuanjia Qingyu waist, and the arrow broke for nine days.

And now ...

Mo opened his eyes, he looked at Gu Mang's back, he didn't blink, he blinked more, and looked at less, he just watched Gu Mangyuan, and tears finally came down his face--he never Everyone knows that Gu Mang's treason is painful, but knowing it in his heart and seeing it with his own eyes is not ordinary taste.

Cone-hearted, biting soul.

Why did you reach this point ...

Why do you have to go to this point? !! !!

In the past, Xianyi Jumao Langlang looked like a beggar who lost his soul, a wild ghost, and walked all the way from the Changting Ancient Road ...

Mo Xi knew that his departure was a seven-year departure from Chonghua.

When he came back, he was gone, his mind was damaged, his blood was stained, and the gap was difficult to bridge.

When he comes back, either he or Gu Mang. Whatever the conspiracy and conspiracy of eight years ago, mistakes have been made-they can no longer be changed.

"Gu Mang ..."

The heart pierced like a sharp cone, Mo Xi wanted to follow him, but Jiang Yexue's chanting became more and more vivid in his ears, and the colors in the time glass had become indiscernible.

Gu Mang's figure was also thin as if it would disappear at any time.

He seemed to want to cross the sea of time and reach the end of the years to embrace that lonely figure.

Want to wade through the blood, to restore the old man who never looked back.

However, as the chanting and chanting came to an end, Mo couldn't move. It was only moments out of this world, Mo Xi could only watch the tiny, lonely back, without anyone, and went alone-

His viscera was all shattered.

He even wanted to ask Jiang Yexue to wait a moment ... Stop reading ...

Wait a moment and give him one last minute.

At least let him accompany Gu Mang through this post, at least let him stay with him for a little longer.

"Crossing the bitter sea, there was no chase yesterday ..."

Let him stay with him again.

No hate.

Without regrets.

Even a little more.

"Yellow beams are dreams, why don't Jun return ..."

Stop reading ...

Finally, in this severe pain of death and death, Mo Xi watched Gu Mang's figure was finally swallowed up by the earth's sky, and the endless darkness was overwhelmed. His heart was convulsing, he was struggling with twitching, and his heartbeat could not slow down. Pain would almost destroy his intellect as well. He didn't even want to go back to reality. When he got back to reality, he would only hurt more than in the past.

He was faced with Gu Mang's fragmented fragments, and he was full of messes.

How did he face Gu Mang? What do you think of Jun Shang?

How can he abandon the sins created by Gu Mang, and how can he calm down the pain of Gu Mang?

Time and space mirror Huang Liangmeng, how many people drunk red dust. In the past, the description of the mirror by the elders in the former school palace was not a fool's word ... Mo Xi was dragged out by a relentless force in the pain that made him unable to breathe, and there were countless strange reflections in front of him—Gu The smile at the end of my eyes, the annoyance in Gu Mang's eyes, the eternally hot teenager in the school palace, the rebellious general on the Dongting battleship, the emotions of anger and sorrow that they had experienced together for the rest of their lives came to mind at this moment. All broken in the afterglow of the sunset of Zhonghua Bridge ...

——

"He and Jun!"

Jiang Yexue's voice came.

Mo slammed down on the icy ground of Bat Tower, his eyes were wide open, his chest was violently wheezing, he was out of breath ... He was like a fish being dragged ashore, and the dilemma was like trying to get him. His bones and his flesh were peeled apart. He was lying on the ground, panting and panting, and when he was confused, he saw Jiang Yexue coming, saw Jiang Yexue kneeling down beside him ...

"Gu Mang ..." Mo Xi almost choked, "Gu Mang ..."

"Don't go anymore ... don't go any further ..."

Jiang Yexue grabbed his hand, and when he diagnosed his heart, it was a sign of dying. I'll stop when my heart hurts—the condyle of the sacrum, the cones of the sacrum ... The bone and the flesh will be separated ... The heart seems to be lamenting in despair, as if it's saying that it really doesn't know how to deal with love With sin ... it is better to kill him ... let it stop.

too painful.

Watching once again the most important person went to hell, no ... no ... was forced to **** ... tempted to **** ... and this time he still couldn't even save and accompany him ... he still couldn't Learn the ultimate truth of Gu Mang's treason ...

"Yi Hejun!" Jiang Yexue called him anxiously, "Ink goes out !!! Ink goes out !!!"

Don't go any further ... there is a dead end ahead ...

At this moment, suddenly another golden light was scattered from the time glass, Gu Man also pulled away from the mirror-he fell heavily and fell on the floor of the demon tower.

Mo Xi supported the body that was nearly destroyed in the time glass: "Gu Mang ..."

He trembled, and stumbled forward, he looked at the body lying on the ground, he struggled to hold Gu Mang's hand, which was only eight years ago, or in the mirror, he did not hold it hand.

"Gu Mang ..."

The fingertips were shaking so badly that they were going to buckle when they saw them-but at that moment, the man lying on the ground suddenly moved, his palms curled up, and he retracted unconsciously.

Then Gu Mang slowly-slowly sat up.

Silent.

He squinted his eyes, frowned, his eyelashes trembling, then opened slowly.

His face was pale and his lips pale.

"..." He turned to look at Mo Xi, and did not speak for a long time. His eyes went from stubborn to clear, from broken to focal length. Those emotions and blood colors that he lacked when he awoke were like ink on paper, slowly describing his spirit and temperament bit by bit.

Mo Xi's eyes reflected a familiar face. It was in the process from drowsiness to awakening that he seemed to see a long-sleeping cricket flower finally budding-Gu Mang was no longer that ignorant cricket, no longer a prisoner who didn't know where to go.

His eyes were still tempered blue.

But the look on that face gradually shifted from sternness to calmness, sorrow, sobriety, and invincibility.

No explanation is needed, no word is needed, just one glance, Mo Xi can recognize that Gu Mang is not Gu Mang after the broken mind, but ...

Returning from the time glass, Gu Mang restored his past memories! !! !!

Chonghua's altar beast, former Gu Shuai Gu Brother!

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The author has something to say: In the scriptures, the lotus verse is really a lotus verse. It is not original. I wanted to be original. After reading this word, I thought that the original version could not be better. And the original version is enough to post the plot. I will not add a tail to it. Now, the only original sentence is "Dang Xuan Jia Xuan Jiayu waist, the arrow breaks and frightens you to move for nine days" ~ The other words are the original words of the lotus, which may be misunderstood. !! !!