Chapter 70: From scratch

A drop of dew fell from the cypress leaves.

Mo Xi wide-sleeved hunting and flying in the breeze, he stood on the pine and cypress **** of the Heroic Tomb of the Battle Spirit Mountain, and looked at the small shadow between the forest of monuments.

It was late at night on the first day.

After confronting Murong Pui, Gu Mang really passed over one grave site after another in Zhanhun Mountain. Mu Rongci gave him the humiliation obviously, but Gu Mang regarded it as a way out. He was stubborn with ten cows and couldn't pull it back. He wanted to prove his re-emerging mind.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Really."

"Even nothing can change?"

"It can change," Gu Mang said. "At least I can feel better."

So Mu Rongci knew that he had succeeded, and Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had made a choice and would not look back.

Later, Murong Lian left, and Mo Xi must also leave. Gu Man alone bowed his head in the cemetery of Birds and Birds, and later, the tired birds returned to the forest, the sunset fell, Wu Gou frosty, and all the others were silent. Prayer and worship.

Later, Mo Xi could not rest assured, and returned to the top of the War Spirit Mountain alone. He was not convenient to show up, so he stood on Songbai Po and looked at the white figure.

Gu Meng knelt on all night, and he also watched under the tree all night, until dawn dawned, someone grave-sweeping worship came, and Mo Xi quietly left. He still has a pilgrimage, and cannot stay in the Martyrs all the time.

I wonder if Mu Rongci was deliberately fanning the flames, and Gu Mang's worship of the spirits in the Battle Soul Mountain seemed to be spreading his wings. In one morning, it spread throughout the city of Zhonghua.

"What's the calculation?"

"I heard that I suddenly opened up and felt that I had done something wrong and wanted to give thanks."

"He really has this kind of heart? Don't weasel give the chicken a New Year."

"Go and see?"

The high ranks of Chonghua City are noble. There is no time to go to Zhanhun Mountain to find a job in the daytime, but there are also some casual people who usually go around leisurely. When they heard this, they swarmed into the gale with the mosquitoes smelling the blood. Ling, said to go to the grave, is actually to see this lively.

Although these people are not in the face of Xun Hejun, they will not go directly to embarrass Gu, but they are no less cold and sarcastic.

So Gu Meng knelt, but they covered their mouths and whispered to each other: "He was really kneeling like that. He hadn't seen his attitude so good when he was serving guests in Wang Shujun's other hospital. How? It 's been half a year since he and Jun tuned and taught, what happened? "

"Yi and Jun are good."

"I want to say that everyone like Xun Hejun eats hard or not hard, everyone knows that the surname Gu must have learned about He Hejun's temperament, so pretend to be remorse, behave in a deceptive manner, and deceive people."

"That's the case! Or what you said makes sense, oops, yeah, I really want him so guilty, why not just commit suicide?"

"Sure enough a liar!"

Gu Mang turned a deaf ear to this point, and while worshiping, he walked all the way, repeating Murong's words in his mouth:

"Gu Mang, the traitor, will never be able to redeem the blood."

He was so devout, as if this sentence was like a curse of death, which could drive his sinful soul out of the boundless hardship.

There are too many people who hate him, too many people who spur him, and he is struggling in the sea of bitterness, but the people on the shore smashed stones at him, and told him to go back, drown, and your life is worthy of such an ending.

Gu Mang repeatedly repeated the action of kneeling in this countercurrent, pinching his forehead thousands of times on the hard and cold stone surface. His feet were heavy and his body was tangled, but his eyes were shining brightly, supporting him to rise up.

Bend down his spine and lower his head.

"Gu Mang, the traitor."

Religious hands together, from Jinhui heaven and earth to the vast night.

"It's hard to redeem the blood ..."

By the third day, the sky was overcast with heavy spring rain in Chonghua City. Gu Mang was thinly clothed and knelt for a long time in the chilly spring and cold wind and rain. His body was a bit unbearable. He climbed up another stone step with his arms and feet, and knelt down before the first jade monument. His lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound when he wanted to talk, and the rain fell down his face.

He looked up and looked at the majestic monument.

"The seventh generation Wang Shujun and Murong Xuan, the heroes are dormant."

It turned out that Murong's father ...

Gu Mang looked at the line of majestic gold characters, the inscription was so clean and clear, and he was like a pile of mud and a pile of earth huddled in front of the shrine. His lips were pursed, and his throat, which was almost inaudible, squirmed, and murmured hard: "Rebel Gu Man ..."

Chun Lei was shocked, and the dullness sounded like a giant drum turned into a giant drum.

Gu Man shook his palms filled with lead, shook his forehead, closed his eyes, and knelt down with a sting.

"Every death ... hard to redeem ..."

Sky mines broke.

As if shattered by the thunderous thunder, this kneeling, Gu Mang didn't get up again. Nodding for three days and three nights, without sleep, finally made him unable to support and passed out.

Seeing him embarrassedly falling into the rain, he was in front of Murong Xuan's tomb. Those who had come to watch the lively people smell the dead like vultures, immediately went up and looked closer. They were carrying that slender thin body-they knew about the incident of Gu Mang's runaway, so when Gu Mang was awake, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and they talked a lot. But Gu Mang was unconscious and exhausted at this moment, and some people's courage became bold.

"This dog slave, sincerely confessed his sins, fell down weakly before he was finished, really dizzy?"

"You won't know if you kick."

So someone stepped forward and kicked Gu Mang's pale cheek. After waiting for a while, Gu Mang didn't see any movement-"He really passed out!"

All of a sudden, the excitement burst into tears like a dyke.

"It wasn't him who let him come to Battle Soul Mountain to hoe!"

"Time to fight!"

It is also interesting to say that most of the people gathered at the Battle Soul Mountain at this moment are not junior tigers, after the heroes. Those high-level aristocrats who really have direct vengeance with Gu Mang did not deliberately climb the mountain for so long. Humming Humming spent a whole day just to look at the fun. They just wanted to see Gu Mang Fufa. They would rather not look at the man, and look disgusting.

As for the group of people who really have the ability and power in their hands, such as Princess Mengze, such as Jiang Fuli, such as Yue Juntian Murong Chuyi, it is even more impossible for nobles and nobles on this level to visit Wading muddy water.

Therefore, when things are gathered together, those who can deliberately come to the top of the mountain to look at Manggu are all those who are similar in character. Most of them have no ability and are too worried. Obviously Gu Mang did not directly owe their life debts, but this wave of people was even more emotional than the true heir of the spirit, and he wanted to quarrel.

There are two types of grievances in this world:

First, there is something really difficult to say.

The second is that there is nothing to do and nothing to do.

At this moment, the gathering of the battle soul mountain belongs to the second kind, but in addition to these people who are all right to find something, there are also a few passers-by who really come to the battle soul mountain to worship the tomb sweeper and hit the scene. So in a mess of congee, suddenly a child's soft voice, a childish tone, with a crying voice, could not help but whine: "Uncle and aunt, you ... can you not Hit him ... "

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by a big hand.

Those people turned around, but at first they did n't know who was the one who dared to speak directly, but was a little bit flustered, and said goodbye to the daughter of a noble family? But when they could see the person who spoke, their panic was almost flatter than ripples, and they changed into fierce faces: "Changfengjun? What's crazy with your daughter?"

It turned out that the child who had just made a noise was Xiao Laner.

Even though Xiao Lan's father came to the cemetery to sacrifice and sweep today, he did not expect to encounter such a situation.

She has suffered from dizziness everywhere since she became ill. No one dares to play with her, no one wants to listen to her, and no one except her father laughs at her.

Although she and Gu Mang only said a few words when they met at Yaoshi Mansion, in those few words, the dragonfly that stopped at her horn was actually the innocence she had received for the first time in so many years. At this moment, seeing that the elder brother was so insulted, tears rolled back.

Changfeng Jun said busyly: "Sorry, sorry."

Those people were relentless, mockingly, "It's true that your daughter is a crazy dog, and she begged for such a disgusting thing."

"Take care of your daughter's rotten mouth. She can still take classes in the Palace now. We will look at you pitifully and give you the opportunity. If you don't know each other, you will sooner or later dig her scourge!

What's more, he was bitter and bitter: "Changfeng Jun, your daughter shouldn't be young at all, right? Look at this dog?"

Such rhetoric cannot be endured by any normal father in the world. But Changfeng Jun does not belong to the category of "normal". He is an elk who has been forced to desperate situation. What can he do in the face of a tiger and a wolf that **** blood? Even if he was angry again, he was so angry and trembling that he could only put up the anger.

Although the meridians on his neck were all violent, he could only laugh with him, sulking.

They were right, Xiao Laner couldn't stand any small mistake, she could be digged out of the spiritual core and expelled from the palace anytime, anywhere.

Chang Fengjun bowed down and apologized, while hurrying to pick up his daughter and take her away from this place of right and wrong. Out of the cemetery, the little girl wept as soon as he let go of Lan's hand.

She lay on his back and choked, "Daddy, what's wrong with that big brother ..."

Chang Fengjun touched her hair: "Oh, treason, treason. Laner, don't talk more."

"Is there no way to forgive him?"

"Sin is unpardonable and cannot be forgiven."

Lan'er tears dripped like a broken bead: "But ... but ..."

She was hugged by her father and went down the mountain. She fell on her father's shoulders, watching Gu Mang and that circle of people getting farther and farther in the field of vision. Without mother, she choked and said, "But he did ... his father and mother saw ... how much pain ..."

If his father and mother saw it.

How painful ...

But Xiao Lan'er didn't understand. Gu Mang had no father and mother. He lost his loved ones very early. Then, he lost his brother, his army, his glory and reputation. The sludge has nothing near it. No one will hurt for him, only people will applaud for his pain.

No one cares about him.

And the only person who could accompany him was also bound by the fetters of fate and status, and he was already out of control.

——

"He and Jun."

In the Ming Hall of the Military and Political Department, Mo Xi, who has completed his official duties, is preparing to leave Wangcheng City and go to War Soul Mountain. During the period of Gu Mang's cemetery, Mo Xi dealt with military affairs at the fastest speed every day, and then came to Songbaipo to guard Gu Mang from afar.

But today, he was stopped by the waiter.

"What is it?"

"Eastern Express, please go to the Golden Palace to discuss at night."

Mo Xi's hand was about to pull loose the robe collar.

The waiter Bingxue was clever, and immediately felt something strange: "Is there anything else for you and Jun?"

"What's the situation in the east?"

"Yun country fell to Xi country to repair the way of the black devil, and a large number of hidden soldiers were hidden. The people in the three small towns in the east were slaughtered and killed ..."

Mo Xixi's long white fingers re-arranged some of the robes of the Military and Political Department that had just been loosened, and said, "You go back to Junjun. After I have sorted out the Yin Yin's dossier, I will immediately go to Jindi Hall to discuss.

"Then wait for You and Jun."

So, the man in Jinxian Dian stayed up all night and talked by night.

The man in the Battle Spirit Mountain was drowsy overnight and left unattended.

Early morning on the fourth day.

Gu Meng woke up from a coma.

He opened his eyes vaguely, and the sky was clear. He was lying in the stagnant water, as if the clear blue sky could be touched by raising his hand. Gu Mang moved, feeling that he had inexplicable wounds, but he didn't care.

"Hmm ..." He rubbed a swollen bag on his head.

Did you fall when you passed out?

I still have a lot of heads, so I'm swollen ...

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think again.

With the last dozen or so rows of stone tablets left, he slowly got up and took a bit of the water in front of Murong Xuan's tombstone. He didn't feel dirty. He slowly drank into his stomach, then climbed up with his hands and feet and continued to walk forward. go with.

It was like the rain had cleared the sky, and the cloud was soothing. He felt that his sins could finally be reduced by an inch. He didn't stop. He was kneeling down to the ghost and ghost in his dream, and kneeling down to the past and the future.

Level one and jade order.

One monument and one death.

Mo Xi came after half an hour. He stayed all night at the Military Aircraft Agency, and for 20 consecutive hours he never closed his eyes, making his eyes circles red. After people stayed up late to finish their military affairs, they hurried home and rested. However, he followed the instructions of the Military Aircraft Agency to eat earlier, and came to Zhanhunshan alone.

It's been the fourth day. Gu Mang worshipped here for four days. Sleepless for four days and four nights may be nothing to Gu Shuai, who has the most powerful spiritual core, enough to support him to burn light and heat like a torch.

But what is left of Gu Mang now? Only a broken remains, a broken soul.

But he has to hold on.

Mo Xi looked at Gu Man silently in this way.

Nine thousand one hundred and sixty-one monuments ...

Gu Mang was kneeling, and he was counting for Gu Mang.

Soon.

Kneeling is almost over.

At noon, Gu Mang finally climbed up to Mo Xi 's father 's monument. He was like a little croaker in a mud puddle, with muddy water all over his body, his face was dirty, his forehead was broken, and his knees were already blurred. But his eyes were surprisingly bright. Anyone who saw these eyes should not doubt his sincerity and shatter his hope.

Gu Mangzai pinched three heads carefully.

ended.

He was relieved, trying to stand upright, but because he had been kneeling for too long, he planted it on the ground as soon as he got up--

The expected pain did not come.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and someone helped him and brought his mud-covered body into his arms. The smell of that man was very light, but it was Gu Mang's familiar bitch. The man's hand was shaking, though he tried to restrain it.

Gu Mang looked back and saw Mo Xi's face.

Mo Xi has endured in the dark, suffering, and accompanied Gu Mang waiting for the end of this apology. And after all this support, he waited, already a long time.

Gu Mong looked at Mo Xi, and then looked at Mo Xi holding his arm. Slowly, a dirty smile appeared on his dirty face, but his eyes frowned, but his tears were hot. The ground rolled off.

Gu Mang knew he was shameful and wiped it out. He wanted to speak, but after repeating tens of thousands of times, "A traitor Gu Mang, it is hard to atone for his sins." He looked at him crying and laughing.

He was so stupid that his broken brain couldn't turn around, but he was anxious to express himself, and Gu Man raised his hands in a hurry, poking at his chest.

"Do you understand ... my heart? I didn't lie to you."

Gu Mang was awkward, word by word. He tried hard to grin and smile, but tears rolled back first.

"I did not lie."

"..."

"It's true ... this time ... it's true ..."

Mo Xi's soul is almost torn in half by selfishness and national revenge. He couldn't say anything, and in the end he just silently took Gu Mang to the resting stone bench on the top of the mountain.

Gu Man looked at the mountain-lined jade monument, he murmured: "It's good, I've finished kneeling ..."

The breeze on the mountain was blowing gently.

"You can start again ..."

At this moment, Gu Mang said every word as if he was cutting his ink with a knife. He lowered his head and put a nanzhu rice pot on a stone bench. This pot was directly from the canteen of the Military Affairs Department. They are brought in and have exerted spiritual power, and the taste and warmth of the dishes can be well preserved in the pot. He brought out the food inside.

He did not go to Gu Mang and whispered, "Let's eat first."

Straw Mushroom Lean Roll Porridge, Rice Cake, Dongpo Stew with Rich Sauce and Rich Sauce, Cucumber Fine Segments with Sweet Noodle Sauce, and Several Xuansoft Buns.

Mo Xi handed him the chopsticks.

Gu Mang didn't answer. He stretched out his gray hand in awkwardness, struggling to pinch his clothes, and found that it wasn't clean, so he sat idly away.

Mo sighed, took out her clean silk, poured a little water on it with a water charm, and said to Gu Mang: "Bring it in your hand."

"Dirty..."

Mo didn't say it again. He just pulled Gu Mang's hand over. When his fingertips touched, he obviously felt that Gu Mang's hand trembled in his palm.

Ink extinguished his eyes, and slowly and carefully wiped Gu Man's hand with the water-soaked parcel.

In the end his hands were clean, but his white handkerchief was dirty.

Mo Xi said: "Let's eat."

Gu Mang looked at the buns and meat. He was really hungry, and his throat swallowed: "Eat meat and buns, can you not use chopsticks?" He raised his hand just rubbed to Mo to see, "Look, Clean."

"..." Mo glanced out, and those fine scars became more dazzling on the clean palm. He turned his eyes away and said, "Just once today."

Gu Mang nodded immediately, grabbed his **** and bite a big bite hungry.

Mo Shiming apparently suffocated all night without entering the water, but still looked at him, trying his best to say in a tone that didn't care much: "No one grabs you."

In response, Gu Mang couldn't stop the miserable eating, and a sobbing noise of unknown significance in his mouth full of hoe.

Mo Xi's tone softened again, gently: "... you eat slowly."

In response to him was another unexplained larynx, stuck in a bun and roast meat. It's been too long since they've been alone so peacefully, Mo Mo went out for a moment, and wanted to touch his head like he used to, but in the end, he just raised his hand and didn't run into it, then it fell down.

But it was just such a subtle movement that Gu Mang noticed. Gu Mang misunderstood what he meant. He froze for a moment, gagging a hoe, but using a trembling hand to open the remaining half.

Steam came up.

Gu Mang kept the younger one, handed him the big one, bulging his cheeks, and his blue eyes opened like water.

"Are you hungry too?"

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