Murong Lian was afraid of losing before the battle. He tightly grasped the brocade bag in his palm and said to Mo Xi, "Fireball, don't be fooled. He was seriously injured because he wanted to send it back. If you give it away, he will hate you when he wakes up."
Mo Xi was silent for a moment, but said, "If I do not give it out, I will hate myself."
With that, he raised his hand and pointed out a blazing flame from the fire wall, which made Murong Lian let go in pain. The spatial bag containing the blood demon spirit was wrapped by the spirit fire, and quickly flew to Mo Xi's hand.
"Mo Xi, you --"
Murong Lian was both angry and frightened. It was his attitude that made him angry. It was astonishing that he was willing to choose the latter between the responsibilities of the state and the life of his brother.
For any general, this was a big taboo and a big mistake. Once a general put his personal feelings above everything, it would inevitably bring irreparable consequences to the army and even the state. He would not fail to understand this truth after years of military service. But what about him——
Before he could finish thinking about it, the mighty fire wall was weakened, and the Mo Xi went from the top of the fire wave. The army boots embedded with iron sheet stepped on the burning land.
In the eyes of all people, shocked or dazed, he walked to the Guoshi step by step, holding the brocade bag in his hand.
The Guoshi took the dagger back, held up Gu Mang's neck in one hand, and spread it out to Mo Xi in the other. "Give it to me."
"You give him to me first."
The Guoshi seemed to be amused by his words. He lowered his head, licked his teeth and grinned. "Xihe Jun… You are really too young to experience any irreparable wrong choice." He smiled and drooped his black eyelashes. "It seems that you are pretty good. Can I help you?"
"..."
"When the person who matters most to you is in someone else's hands." The Guoshi's fingers crossed Gu Mang's neck, and he whispered, "You'd better accept all the conditions others give you, unless you don't have his so-called life and death."
After a little pause, the Guoshi caught Gu Mang closer, and his eyes were shining with infinite malice.
"Come on."
He raised his chin.
"I'll give you one last chance. Give me the spatial bag."
This time, even the soldiers who didn't know it understood that their Xihe Jun seemed to change the life of the man in his master's hand with something extremely important to Chonghua. But after seeing it, they could see that many people can't wait for god to come. They fought such a cruel battle in a flash. How many men had become the bones of the Wuding River, but Xihe Jun wanted to trade for a man… Would all these sacrifices be wiped out and sacrificed?!
The Guoshi moved his fingertip and said, "Quickly."
Mo Xi walked to the Guoshi in front of the public, kept silent for a while, and handed the spatial bag forward——
But just at the moment when the Guoshi was about to touch the brocade bag, Mo Xi suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes and shouted, "Open the array!!!"
The reason why the Guoshi dared him to get close to him was that he had been staring at Mo Xi's every move. He knew that if he wanted to attack, even if he did it in any detail, there would be omens. Therefore, he was totally surprised by this shout. The Guoshi immediately raised his hand and opened the array, blocking a brilliant defensive border between Mo Xi and himself.
He said with a smile, "Calculate me? You're so close..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his side go cold! Before he could react, Gu Mang, who was tightly controlled, dozens of dark blue swords of light suddenly burst and splashed out!
Lotus sword array!
The guardian sword array that Gu Mang and Mo Xi left on each other when they were young and affectionate listened to Mo Xi's order and burst in an instant!!
It was so close, and so unexpected. The Guoshi had the best body techniques but he couldn't avoid it. In a moment, blood flew and splashed in the sand! Everyone exclaimed!
Mo Xi took this opportunity to break the array of the Guoshi and snatch Gu Mang back. The sharp edges of the light blades became countless crystal feathers when they touched the sword array master Mo Xi.
In a flash of feathers, Mo Xi put out the spatial bag in one hand, and Gu Mang in the other hand, and flew back to the front of Chonghua army.
"Shixiong." Mo Xi gently touched Gu Mang's face, and murmured in a barely audible voice, "It's ok..."
The Guoshi was really powerful. After playing the guqin and summoning the soul, fighting against Gu Mang's killing move, and wasting so much heart power, he stopped the sword array from hurting him in time.
He was just stabbed in the shoulder, dripping blood, but he didn't care. A pair of falcon-like eyes shined with a crazy and sharp light.
"Good... Good! Ha ha ha ha -" He laughed a long time, and his lips and teeth were sharp. "I can't imagine that Xihe Jun, such an open and aboveboard man, would use such a vicious trick! You can't look like a man!"
But where could he have said that? Not only did Mo Xi not intend to give the brocade bag, but also successfully rescued the nearby kidnapped servant. The practitioners of Chonghua before the battle were all relieved, and many were ashamed of the speculation about Mo Xi just now. At that time, some young practitioners cursed at the Guoshi.
"Shut up your mouth! You're not as skilled as a person, but also say that he is handsome, ruthless and cruel. You are shameless!"
"If you blackmail, will you not be cruel?"
"Yes!"
Mengze, as a medicine cultivator, immediately ordered her guards to take care of Murong Lian. She went to Mo Xi and said in a low voice:
"I'll take care of the injury for him."
Mo Xi worried about Gu Mang's injury. She couldn't deal with it better. He nodded, "Hard work."
Mengze ordered her medical practitioners to help Gu Mang to the front of the formation and began to stop the bleeding and heal him. Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang several more times, then turned his head. He was about to tell the herald what to do when he heard the Guoshi's sudden sneer.
"Hahaha, yes, you are all right. Xihe Jun is pure and white, fair and upright..."
He used the technique of amplifying the sound, and the faint aftertones kept circling in the battlefield.
"But do you know that you, a well-known Xihe Jun, can make a dirty traitor wear a mask as his close servant?"
When the camp was quiet. There was a commotion like a ripple.
The Guoshi smiled maliciously. He was kind to the men on the battlefield.
"Surprised? Surprised? The mainstay of your country, the sage and gentleman, coaxed you to live and die for him, but at the same time, he and the traitor and the anti-thief taught each other and tangled up. They even left a close blood contract seal on each other. "
A little practitioner couldn't help it and shouted angrily, "You're nuts!"
But the Guoshi chuckled and said, "Oh, I'm the most honest man. I never talk nonsense."
"If you don't believe me, I'd better let him show you the mask of the close servant. Look at the one with your mark of General Mo on it… It is Gu Mang, the former commander you hate so much!!"
A great uproar!
The Guoshi was a person who knew the priorities. He lost too much spiritual power. At this time, the war situation was not conducive to Liao, and he did not like to fight. After leaving these words, he waved his plain clothes and soared into the night with his elite servants. Only the wanton and ferocious laughter resounded through the clouds and echoed in front of the battle for a long time like the thunderous truth he spoke.
There was a dead silence among the three armies of Chonghua. The battalion
Murong Lian led was a newly formed army, which had no direct feelings for Gu Mang, the former commander in chief, so most of them were just stunned. Many of the soldiers in the northern territory of Murong had changed their looks. They stood swaying in the original place, and the most violent one was the Chiling camp of Murong Mengze.
The practitioners in this camp were all of noble origins. Many of their relatives had died in the hands of Gu Mang. Hearing that the valet wearing the mask was an enemy, they lost control immediately.
"Xihe Jun! What he said is true?!"
"Who is this man!?"
The cultivator who was responsible for healing Gu Mang happened to have a deep hatred with Gu Mang, and he raised his hand to take off Gu Mang's mask - but at the moment when he was about to take off the mask, a faint blue light hit his fingertips!
The cultivator suddenly looked up and saw that it was Murong Mengze who stood beside him, not others, who stopped him.
"Princess...?"
Mengze said, "If the commander-in-chief's close attendants wear a cover, they will keep their identity secret. Besides the commander's own life and the emperor's life, no one can take it off without permission."
The other side was emotional and excited. "If he is really Gu Mang, what can't he do?!"
"But if he is not Gu Mang," said Mengze majestically.
Medicine practitioner: "..."
"If you listen to the Liao Ren's words, you will disregard national law and run into the commander-in-chief?"
"But"
Mengze said, "Take it down!"
"Yes!"
The guards at her left and right came forward, and they took the medicine practitioner which had acted without authorization to the next army.
Although the mask of Gu Mang was not removed under the eyes of the third army with the protection of the princess, the significance of this layer of mask was not great.
Mo Xi was a decisive person. He did not like to have misunderstandings with others, let alone such a shaking misunderstanding. If Gu Mang's face was not covered by this mask, according to his temperament, he would certainly remove the guard's mask to calm the unrest.
But Mo Xi was off.
So almost everyone understood that there was only one reason why he didn't do it——
Because the Guoshi was right. The person under the cover was Gu Mang.
After winning the first battle, the morale of the army was lax. Although no one dared to fight on the surface for the time being, there were endless rumors in the dark. Suspicious of a relationship, private curse, speculation of intention… For a time, it was like a whirlpool and a dark tide, surging among the practitioners.
There had never been a battle that had been won, which had made Mo Xi more exhausted.
Liaoguo withdrew its army from Daze, and the Chonghua cultivators moved into the city again. Instead of returning to the dynasty immediately, he led the army to help the people repair their houses and to settle down the refugees in Daze. He walked among the broken bricks and tiles after the war, but he was not respected as before, and his eyes were full of concealment.
But Mo Xi didn't feel any pain for his situation.
He had experienced such days for a long time. When he was seven years old, he experienced it with his father's passing away. Moreover, the situation of trampling low and holding high was far more serious than it was now.
He just felt extremely depressed and sad for Gu Mang in other people's eyes and whispered to know their hatred and disgust for Gu Mang. He had the truth in his hand, but he couldn't prove it.
"How is he today?"
The barracks were in chaos, and Mo Xi these days had always been early to leave and late to arrive, and could not stay by Gu Mang side. He did not dare to give Gu Mang to anyone else for treatment. These days, the only person around Gu Mang was Murong Mengze.
While he could not tell other people the secret, Mo Xi told Mengze. As for the fact that Gu Mang was an undercover agent, Mengze was shocked when she knew about it, and then she felt sorry for her previous attitudes towards Gu Mang. These days, Mo Xi was willing to let her keep the treatment for this reason.
When Mengze saw him coming back, she looked haggard and raised her head. "For the moment, there is no big deal, but I can feel that his mind has been eroded and become a little uncontrolled because he has released the black magic technique. I don't know how long I can suppress it."
Mo Xi closed his eyes. "At the beginning, Liaoguo sent him back because he knew that his situation was more and more dangerous. They dared not let him stay or kill him. He did not know what he would look like after he was completely swallowed by the black devil. So they concealed the truth and threw him back to Chonghua as a hot potato."
Mengze: "..."
"Don't say that." Mo Xi sighed. "Did he wake up today?"
"He woke up, but his mind was not clear. He took some medicine and went to sleep again."
"..."
Mo Xi's throat tightened bitterly. He was silent for a while then said, "His memory… Is it going to die?"
"I can't say that," Mengze said softly, "But when he was awake, I talked with him for a while, and he still had some vague impression. Mo Dage, don't be too pessimistic."
Mo Xi saw a hidden gray under her eyelids which showed that she did not sleep well these days, so he said deeply, "Mengze, thank you."
"I am a medical practitioner, and practicing medicine to save and cure is the root of my duty. What can you thank me for?"
Mo Xi shook his head. "Thank you for not caring about what I said to you in the army account tent."
Mengze was quiet for a moment. Her face was as soft as the moon, and her voice was a little hoarse. "Those words… I have nothing to mind. For so many years, I have always understood that you don't like me, just… It's just that when I really heard that you are interested in someone, I can't go through some of them."
"... I'm sorry. "
Mengze was silent. She still looked down at her toes and said after a while, "You don't have to apologize to me. Love is a matter of reluctance. It's me who should say I'm sorry. That night, I lost my manners. On impulse, I said a lot of inappropriate words. It's hard on Mo Dage to learn to see my jokes."
She paused and said, "It's me who's wrong with you."
There were only a few countries in mainland Kyushu that could give status to female practitioners, but Chonghua was not one of them. But even so, Murong Mengze could still be regarded as one of the three saints of "discipline, meditation, and wisdom", which showed her unusual status. Although she would also have her own personal feelings and weak state, in the end, she always could understand the truth.
Mengze raised her face, and, somewhat reluctantly, tried very hard to smile.
"Dage, if you want to, you will choose your lover… Tell me. Even if it is… It's not right. I think if you like… It will not be wrong."
Mo Xi did not speak and looked at her soft eyes.
Recently, there had been so many rumors in the army that many people had begun to say that he had an affair with Gu Mang. The words had reached his ears, and he did not know how much Mengze had heard.
But he didn't know how to say anything to Mengze. She had done a lot for him in these years. His thanks, words, and promises had been delivered.
Only love couldn't be given.
When they got to this point, they were at the end of the road. Even if Mo Xi had any apologies and thanks in his heart, he had said them all, and it was meaningless to mention them again and again.
So at last, he said, "Ok."
After a pause he said, "It's not early. You've been tired all day. Go back and rest. I'll watch him here."
Mengze's eyes were moist. She looked at Mo Xi, and then glanced at Gu Mang behind him. She seemed to want to talk and stop, but she finally made a low "hum" and turned away from the army account tent.
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The author has something to say: let's go with erha today~~~~
Let's take care of the remaining pollution. Two dogs at 10 o'clock
In addition, I finally know why erha can set the automatic generation button to thank the overlord ticket, but the residual pollution can't be solved, because the residual pollution is the deposit box that I set many days in advance, and the system of Jinjiang is very stupid = = only the chapters newly added to the deposit box on the same day, or the chapters published directly can set the automatic generation of overlord ticket thanks Take = = but it's OK. If erha can generate it automatically, it's under such pressure. You can use the finishing time to catch up and save the manuscript So maybe we don't have to spend the rest of the dog's life every other day -- I try to be eight ~ ~ ~ Bobo~~~