Chapter 185 - Your hero and brother

Mo Xi did not care about his own injury. As soon as he heard the news, he rushed to the school field.

Along the way, his conversation with Mengze couldn't leave his ears——

"After Murong Chen's life power broke the soul box, the power of the blood demon beast was scattered, and the wisp of soul that Gu Mang gave to guard the box was also broken. According to natural law, when the soul is scattered, it will fly to all parts of Jiuzhou, and who knows where it would go. But when we found you in the ruins of the golden platform, we found it around you. Like a trace of consciousness, it had been protecting you in the broken bricks and

tiles."

Mo Xi couldn't say anything for a long time. When he finally opened his mouth, his voice was so inaudible that he couldn't even hear it. "So… What about the soul? Didn't Murong Lian destroy all the souls that he refined into the soul box's key?"

"Brother Lian didn't destroy it. He lied to Murong Chen. Think, if Gu Mang made this key just to destroy it, why would he make it? Just make a soul box that can't be opened…"

Mo Xi: "…"

Mengze then said, "But at that time, Murong Chen had lost his mind and the situation was critical. Naturally, he did not hear the loopholes in Lian Ge's words.

Even if you and I did not respond in time - later, Lian Ge told me that when Gu Mang gave him the key, he really asked him to do something. It was'nt to destroy the key, but to ask him to find a way to completely destroy the power of blood demon beast. He hoped that Lian Ge could open the box with the key after finding this method, so that there would be no possibility in the world of recovering the blood demon beast."

"Gu Shuai has always been cautious in his work. He knew very clearly that although he had sealed the power of blood demon beast, the seal was only a seal, not a complete destruction… Alas, it's a pity that Lian Ge was suspicious of Gu Shuai and didn't seriously think of a way to solve it. However, although his doubt was gradually dispelled, he didn't have a chance to study again. Finally, the power of blood demon beast was overflowing."

Murong Mengze closed her eyes and sighed, "Lian Ge doesn't say it, but I can see that he is in a bad mood. He is blaming himself."

Mo Xi's brain was buzzing, but his state was still very poor. Although he had no direct hand to Murong Chen, his behavior has already stepped on the bottom line of the oath of heaven's calamity. Although the reversion of the oath did not kill him, it made him suffer from a heavy injury. Therefore, he was in a coma for seven days after the first battle.

But it seemed that with all the things related to Gu Mang, even if he was extremely tired and embarrassed, his mind was always clear. It was as if Gu Mang's broken soul lingered around him and guarded him. The long-term fetter had made them form an instinct for each other.

So Mo Xi was silent for a moment. He caught the pieces in his memory and understood.

"... It's the trigger."

Mengze: "What?"

"The key is the trigger on Murong Lian's hand," Mo Xi murmured. "So when

Zhou He wanted to destroy Gu Mang's divine sense, Murong Lian gave Gu Mang the trigger, because he knew that there was a soul of Gu Mang in it, which could make Gu Mang support it longer. So every time Gu Mang's hounds saw Murong Lian, it was like they saw their owners, and especially liked to smell the hand with the trigger his finger..."

Mo Xi's lips trembled slightly and couldn't speak any more.

So it was that.

He always felt that he and Gu Mang were suffering too much. When he heard Murong Lian say that Gu Mang's soul had been destroyed in Jinluan hall, he actually felt broken. He knew that Gu Mang would never recover. However, he still tried to prevent Murong Chen from shattering the soul box. At that time, in addition to protecting Chonghua, he also hoped to try to keep the soul in the soul box. Even if it was doomed to be incomplete, it was better than nothing.

He had always been in such a struggling state of mind.

What he had been through for more than thirty years had made him understand that it was too difficult to seek integrity. That being broken was also good. He was willing to paste the broken things back with his own life, which made him satisfied.

But this time, it seemed that God had pity on him. It was not easy, so he gave him a reunion for the first time - two souls, Gu Mang's two spirits were still there. They had returned to the body, and he had recovered.

Mo Xi was walking on the road to the school field, and went faster the more he went. When he arrived at the training ground and saw the figure standing in the center of ten thousand people, his eyes were already dense.

He seldom shed tears from being sad, but he cried happily at the moment.

The commander-in-chief of the northern frontier army was back after all. His Gu Mang Gege, who was a complete, smiling, invincible man, had come back to bring hope to countless people.

He never dared to ask for extravagance. Fate finally pitied him and gave him the best dream in his life.

No, it was not a dream.

It was true.

And the remaining dirtiness washed away. Gu Mang was no longer a traitor, villain, or spy. He was the commander-in-chief who could stand in the sun under the scarlet hunting banner. On the general platform, he looked at the sun shining over the school field.

His Gu Shixiong had stumbled. His hands and feet were worn, he suffered from pain, humiliation, sadness and parting, and finally, he had returned to the position where he should stand most.

The first leader of Chonghua.

A little practitioner saw Mo Xi standing on the edge of the school yard and couldn't help calling out, "Ah, it's Mo Shuai!"

"Mo Shuai is here..."

"Xihe Jun is coming!"

The movement of the wind was blowing like the surface of the lake as it reached the front of the platform. Gu Mang was talking to Murong Lian. He was aware of the trouble, so he narrowed his eyes to seek glory against the midday sun and the strong winds in the school yard.

Then, he saw Mo Xi across the sea of people and the light of weapons.

Gu Mang smile. His eyes, like two peas, were no longer black, but his blue eyes were clear.

He raised his hand and waved toward Mo Xi under the flying flag of the northern frontier army.

"Mo Shuai!" He called to him with childish banter and fraternity, "Come up! If you sleep so long, you'll be short of it!"

The northern frontier army, which had been maintained by Mo Xi for many years, seemed to be seriously engraved in his bones. He couldn't help laughing. Mo Xi suddenly found that the army had not changed at all. They had been obedient to him for so long. In fact, there was no seriousness in their bones. The publicity and fun that their commander-in-chief could give them was the soul of the Northern Territory.

He held back the tears in his eyes, which were about to overflow with joy. He looked up, thinking that he could not let the soldiers see the joke. But when he walked from the crowd divided into two groups by himself to Gu Mang's standing desk, he knew that he had shed tears. He could no longer be serious or cold.

He would be sad, he would be happy, and he would have all the emotions that a flesh and blood person should have.

On that day, the ice and snow melted, and all his sorrows and joys could no longer be covered up and displayed in front of his soldiers - but to his surprise, no one laughed at him, and the joking and warm smiles gradually faded away. They looked at him attentively, as if the barrier he had separated from them for a long time had broken.

All of a sudden, someone was not afraid of death and cried out, "Welcome home, Xihe Jun!"

The crowd was silent. Mo Xi also did not say a word.

Then Gu Mang laughed, and said from the high platform, "Welcome home, Mo

Shuai."

Yes, they had a family. There didn't have to be buildings, eaves, pavilions and courtyards. They were with the people they used to protect and guard alongside each other.

It turned out that from the day when they joined the army, they had a family.

Now, Gu Shuai or Mo Shuai, as well as Murong Lian who leaned on the side with a face full of impatience without any intent to go——

They all came home.

The war preparation plan and the mobilization before the war were all going well. How could it not be smooth? Mo Xi looks at Gu Mang around and thought of it like this. Where there was Gu Mang, there was fire. Gu Shuai could rekindle the

silent fire.

What they were going to face was a catastrophe. Their opponent was the blood demon beast that even the head of Chen Tang palace had to seal with his life a hundred years ago. There was the unknown and frightening treacherous Guoshi.

But Gu Mang didn't seem to care. He always held such a winning ticket in his pocket.

He was born with such a romantic atmosphere, which made people around him feel that as long as he was there, he would overcome any difficulties and win any difficult battle.

After the war preparation meeting, the crowd gradually dispersed. Gu Mang blinked his eyes toward Mo Xi. Under the gradually darkening sky, his eyes seemed to be dark.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you when you woke up."

But Mo Xi said, "No. You've been with me…" After a pause, he added, "When I was at the golden stage, do you remember that trace of your soul?"

Gu Mang smiled. He had not seen such a smile for a long time. He was full of energy and rich. Under his ruddy lips, there was a sharp little tiger tooth.

"... Two. " Suddenly, a hand went out shook twice. "Do you think I'm dead?" Gu Mang turned his head and looks at Murong Lian's face.

Murong Lian was such a person. He was suspicious, cruel, mean, and had high self-esteem. Even now he knew that he had done many things wrong, he still could not get rid of his arrogant and conceited attitude.

It was as if he couldn't get rid of the life like a dream he was forced to take.

Gu Mang laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Let me tell you something." Murong Lian was still the master of the attitude, but his wandering peach blossom white eyes exposed his inner instability.

"What?"

"Well. Here you are."

Handed over was a blue and gold heroic silk belt with exquisite embroidery. It was the one left by Murong Xuan.

Murong Lian's expression was rather unnatural. "Wangshu Fu will always be mine, and my position as a family member will always be mine - but this, I thought about it, and reluctantly feel that maybe you wearing it… It's a little more appropriate than me."

Gu Mang looked down. Under the thick golden afterglow, he could not see his face clearly. When he finally raised his head, Murong Lian did not have time to see his face. Gu Mang reached out and hugged him.

"I… Shit!" Murong Lian's arms were stiff and open, holding a pipe in his hand. His face was full of disgust. Like a puppet with damaged joints, Murong Lian had been manipulated into a ridiculous shape.

"Don't expect me to put the silk on you myself," he said stiffly in the end.

In response to him, Gu Mang laughed. "If you put it on for me, life will be short. If you smile, you will die of gratitude and hatred. I will not care about those you used to pit me with."

Murong Lian pushed him away and said angrily, "That's because you were a cunning child. I can't believe you! This condition is for me to say, if you continue to call me Lord, I can hardly begin to cover you."

Gu Mang touched his neck.

The lock collar had been removed, no matter whether it was from Wangshu house or the one later from Xihe mansion.

Gu Mang grinned at Murong Lian and blinked his eyes. "Lian Di."

"..." Enraged, Murong Lian threw the blue and gold heroic silk at Gu Mang's forehead, turned around with a brush of his sleeves, and left swearing.