In a blink of an eye, the years in the mirror have been shaking for three days.
Mo Xi sat in the box of a small inn on the outskirts of the city, silently watching the water dripping from the window.
According to King's request, today he should be on his way to the north, but he did not leave. He raised his hand to look at his palm, his palm showed a translucent color-in fact, it is not just his palm, the color of all the grass and trees in this world began to fade gradually in these days.
This is a sign that the power of space-time mirror is weakening.
Murong Chuyi They live in the real world. The flow of time is very fast. Maybe it's just Murong Chuyi or Jiang Yexue casting a spell, not only in the mirror, it's been a few days.
According to this situation, Mo Xi estimates that in two or three days, he and Gu Mang will leave the world completely, so he does n't care that he wo n't find himself going north. He just wants to have a little more secret before that. .
Another drop of water fell.
The scale of the drip is getting closer and closer to noon. Mo stood up and walked to the bronze mirror, raised his hand and applied a simple easy-to-fit technique, then pushed the door and went out.
"Let 's go, go to Dongshi to see the beheading!"
"Deputy Lu is about to be chopped off his head, I really didn't expect it, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, alas ..."
"He killed so many people because of an impulse, I see him as dead!"
People were bustling all the way, all rushing towards Dongcaikou. Those faces are either anticipating, pleased, or booing, and others are panic. But no matter what kind of mood he was holding, Dongshi was like a human blood **** that was eager to get out of the cage, tempting a vulture to gnaw his neck and squeeze it.
Mo silently followed the people and walked forward.
Soon, he came to Dongcaikou. It was already full of people responsible for executions and a group of spectators. They look like tough dumpling skins, encircling the platform.
Lu Zhanxing, in a white prison uniform, was sitting barefoot on the guillotine. His expression was very quiet, and he did not panic the dead. The executioner brought him wine and meat. He grinned and laughed, and pulled a chicken leg from the plate to expose the canine teeth and bite and swallow. stand up.
After three, five, and two, the meat was eaten, and he began to drink again.
At the end, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "Official grandpa, your little jug is so chic, the girl is shy, can you give me an altar?"
The executioner looked at him weirdly: "Did you die so happily?"
"Isn't it." Lu Zhanxing grinned and grinned like an accomplished wolf dog. "Last meal in life, do you want me to cry and finish it?"
The executioner glared at him, as if thinking about how brazen it was to be able to be so giggled after having such a large basket.
"I don't have a bottle of wine for you." Finally the executioner stiffened.
Lu Zhanxing sighed, "That's a shame. I could have been drunk on the road."
The executioner sneered: "It turns out that you are not free and easy, but you want to be courageous, and you are not afraid of pain when you cut your head."
"That's not it." Lu Zhanxing smiled with a palm of his hand, "Beheaded but a bowl of scars, military grandfather, I want to get drunk on Huangquan, look at the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river with wine, maybe I can write one or two names Poems from the Earthly Mansion. "
"..." The executioner was so stupefied by him that he was speechless. Just then, he heard a loud voice coming from the stage.
"What poem do you want to write? It is two Huang Mingming and Cui Liu, one is more ugly than the other, or is it natural for me to be useful. Shengge is not a dream every night?"
The crowd turned around and Gu Mang appeared outside the crowd. He wore a heavy Zhonghua military dress and took off his tassel, but he still lined his legs with long waist and thin legs. His two slender fingers hooked on a twine rope, and the rope held an altar covered with a sealed mud altar, facing the noon sun, walking towards the guillotine from a distance.
"Ah, it's Gu Shuai ..."
"Well, it's wrong, not Gu Shuai, but Gu Mang, Gu Mang."
The gaolers slowly separated the road, and their eyes were curiously staring at them both.
Everyone knows that Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang's fatal friendship, and everyone knows that because of Lu Zhanxing's loss, Gu Mang fell from above 10,000 people to the bottom of the valley, and became a waste mixed in the blue building all day.
They finally met at this moment, how would they react to each other?
Will Lu Zhanxing be ashamed of Gu Mang's face?
Will Gu Mang swear at his old friend in anger?
There is nothing more interesting than a jealous fight against the brother-in-law and his brother-in-law. Although the first two are not visible, the brother can be counted on, so the noisy guillotine is quiet.
The surroundings are too quiet, and Mo Xi, who is hidden in the crowd, can even hear his own heartbeat—he looks after Gu Mang, the tall and handsome figure wearing heavy Chinese old clothes.
Today Gu Mang is not sorrowful. He looks like the green bamboo in the breeze, as if the horrible days in the past six months have not wiped out the slightest bit of his backbone.
Gu Mang went to the execution platform in this silence.
He was originally embracing the crowd in front of him, but now he is the only one with 100,000 robes. The others are sacrifices of sacrifice and detention. He couldn't bring more people. There was only one person, an altar wine, and a military uniform with the rank removed—their glory in the past was like a yellow beam dream, and now there are only so few pitiful remnants left.
Lu Zhanxing looked up at his neck and looked up at him. After a while, his teeth grinned.
"Man, do you remember those poems I wrote?"
Gu Man dropped his eyelashes, and the dense eyelashes cast a vignette on his eyelids. He sat down holding the jar of wine and said, "Your dog tail continues to write badly, and I want to forget it."
Lu Zhanxing smiled hesitantly, picking his feet while laughing, and then said, "I knew you would come and send me today."
Gu Mang snorted, patted the seal of the wine jar, took a sip, and pushed it to Lu Zhanxing: "Drink."
"Yo, fifteen years of Chen Lihuan in Hongye Pavilion."
"Identify the goods."
Seeing that the two men did not expect a big fight, nor did they fight each other, let alone the audience in the audience, even the executioner was stunned beside him.
Lu Zhanxing was already a death row prisoner, but Gu Mang was not yet treasonous at that time. Although he did not have a military rank, Jaegerville was still there, so the executioner was unwilling and did not dare to openly confront Gu Mang.
He hesitated: "Gu ... Hey, look at the rules of this decapitated rice ..."
"Anyway, brother, I'll see him off." Gu Meng looked up. "Excuse me, please go for it."
What's more, Gu Mang is also a giant beast of Chonghua, and often wins the God of War. No matter how much, Gu Mang did not do any bullying mistakes in the scenery, and did not have personal revenge.
In her black jade eyes, the herald gradually lost his battle. Finally sighed and stepped aside.
As the sun goes deeper and deeper, the darker reflections are concentrated than the ink.
Lu Zhanxing drank the wine and talked to Gu Mang with a smile. It was about the death of a person, and it was useless to say hatred. Neither of them mentioned the defeat of Feng Mingshan.
The moment of execution was getting closer and closer, Rao was burning and the sun was burning, and a smell related to death permeated the air. People watching the sentence looked at the sundial, swallowed their throats, and became a little nervous. The least nervous, on the contrary, became the mortal and the friend to see off.
The wine has finally run out.
Gu Mang asked, "Do you have any wish?"
Lu Zhanxing smiled and said, "Too much."
"Which one can I help you with?"
Lu Zhanxing said: "Taste more pear white for me."
"it is good."
"Look at the beauty of me more."
"Row."
Lu Zhanxing thought for a while, and finally raised his hand and stroked Gu Mang's military dress: "... Man, don't wear this suit again."
The charcoal in the execution room's brazier crackled, and Gu Man dropped his eyebrows, his expression seemed a bit bleak, and it seemed a little meaningful. With his expression, almost everyone present could not understand why.
Except for ink blackout.
Mo Xi clearly knew that Gu Mang was determined to betray at this moment. Lu Zhanxing's vow of death was originally hoped that Gu Mang could dissolve the situation and return to the field instead of being involved in the **** wind.
However, Lu Zhanxing didn't know that Gu Mang would never put on Zhonghua's military dress again, but Gu Mang would put on the black armor of Lao Guo, and then embarked on a bloodless return road.
Gu Mang didn't snor immediately. He lowered his head and his eyelashes moved lightly.
At last he smiled slightly and said, "Okay. Never wear it again."
Lu Zhanxing's eyes lit up, and then she smiled.
"Is this true?"
"When did I lie to you."
Lu Zhanxing laughed: "You have loved to coax people since childhood, coaxed me to the big." Laughing and smiling, the smile marks spreading like spring leaves at the end of the eyes narrowed again.
Gu Mang said, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"..." Lu Zhanxing's eyes shined mildly, this is the softness that Mo Xi has never seen in this tiger-wolf-like face.
Lu Zhanxing said: "Man, get married early."
Gu Mang: "..."
"You are always noisy on weekdays, but our brothers have been around for so many years, and I know that you have always wanted to have a place that truly belongs to you." Lu Zhanxing pointedly, "You are not too young, if you play enough Just take your heart earlier ... so I ... "
Before he finished speaking, Gu Mang was interrupted. Gu Mang said: "Uncle Lu Geng this year?"
Lu Zhanxing's eyes widened and his mouth narrowed: "I care about you. Why don't you know how to deal with it?"
I was about to say more, and suddenly heard a sharp howling, the monk on the upper corner of the tower raised his yak horn, his voice humming. The singing officer shouted with a loud voice:
"The hour is coming!"
Hour——chen——will——to——
The dazzling sun has risen to the center of the sky, and Bai Shengsheng's light is shining on the vast beings, according to those who will leave and those who will be different, and according to the black spectators.
This is the end of this pair of brothers.
Gu Mang looked at Lu Zhanxing calmly, as if they were just because of strategic reasons, they are about to divide the two roads, but sooner or later they will meet again.
"Leave it," Gu Mang said.
Lu Zhanxing smiled: "You think about my words."
Gu Mang gave him a deep look and finally said, "... Okay, I will."
He said, the robe dragged to the ground, and continued to the narrow high order of the torture platform.
The executioner took a step forward, raised his hand and picked up the copper cone wrapped in red cloth, knocked off by the bell, and the metal collision made a clear sound. The torturer sang loudly, "The hour is coming-prepare!"
Not like in the legend, one of the embargoes raised his arrow and shouted, "Keep people under the sword!" There was no rebellion by Lu Zhanxing, and no one was robbed.
There are not so many deaths in this world, and only a few people can get the care of heaven.
Lu Zhanxing and Gu Mang were on and off the stage, looking at each other. Both of them couldn't help but think of a word that Lu Zhanxing had said many years ago:
"I don't want to die at all. I just want to be a thousand-year-old tortoise, to marry three mother-in-law, and have a group of children. That day is called a happy life."
Gu Mang smiled: "You're on the battlefield now, don't put your head on the waistband. What else can you do to be your thousand-year-old tortoise?"
Lu Zhanxing has no taboos. He touched his chin, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "That's what I said, then I might as well think about how I can die."
"How do you count death?"
"The best thing is that I am one of the Lao Kingdoms illusions. Illusions are all peerless beauties, chasing me to be with me hehehe, but I am disrespectful, and finally die from exhaustion." Lu Zhanxing smiled wryly, shaking. Legs, "Oh, what a wonderful ending."
They were really fearless and faithless, and the matter of life and death was like a joke in his mouth.
"Or be killed by a peerless and beautiful elder country demon head. It is best that she fancy me. I swear to die, she kills first and then kills, wow, so exciting-"
Gu Man smiled and cursed: "Can you come to something normal?"
"What does it mean to be normal?" Lu Zhanxing licked his lips and laughed. "At most, it was just a corpse of horse leather. A bunch of fox friends and dog friends surrounded me eagerly, two lines of old tears. It was scary to think about it."
But who knows, the worst ending Lu Zhanxing could think of at the time was much better than his real future.
It turned out that, as a sergeant, his final end was not the death of Ma Ge, but the death of the guillotine with heavy guilt, shame and uselessness.
No one was crying, no one was crying for him, two lines of tears.
The so-called fox friend and dog friend, in the end there is only one Gu Mang.
The mule holding the wide-blade scimitar stepped forward, and the sharp knife in his hand was raised high.
Lu Zhanxing's shattered forehead was blown by the wind. He looked down at Gu Mang from the audience, and grinned a relieved smile on his lips.
"cut!"
There was a farewell speech, and then yin and yang, strangers.
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The author has something to say:
Lu Zhanxing: Do you still want a small theater today? I have hung up. Anyone who hanged the meat bun before was regretful that he would not write a small theater (in fact, to be lazy ==)
Gu Mangmang: Did you hang up early? From the beginning of this article, the first word has been suspended.
Lu Zhanxing: (touching the neck) oh ... also oh ==