Remnants of Filth - Chapter 197 Beyond the ending "Secondary of the Palace"

[Postscript one of the first building of Ji Xue Academy]

Chonghua's first school of apprenticeship was built in Linyi and was named Wangshu Palace.

The style of the school palace is very hopeful, and Jun Jun's tolerant style is flying all day long, flying butterflies, curling rounds, and everywhere you can see lazy curtains floating gently, overlooking from a height, this paved for half Qingshan's Xuegong is like being placed in a cloud of smoke, like a fantasy dream floating out of a smoke gun.

The master of the palace of the palace adores Rong mercifulness, his temperament is yin and yang, and his temper is temperamental. When the palace was built, he likes to run into the palace without any problems.

"Yaluotai built a little for me! What is this big? Believe that I don't have so many people who like Lexiu, right, right, listen to me, shrink the music platform and enlarge the illusion table."

The foreman even stunned: "Wang Shujun, there is a hill next to the illusion table, and it cannot be expanded any more."

"What are you afraid of? Fried."

"... There is a hill next to the hill."

"Fry again!"

"There is a small village beside the hill."

"Then-oh no, this one can't be blown up." Murong grimaced the rifle, impatiently pulled the drawing over and looked at it in an imposing manner, and finally said, "Okay, so be it, the illusion table is just like this It's big. "

foreman:"……"

Can you understand if you take down the drawing? ? ?

Mo Xi was disdainful of Murong's move.

When he first entered the palace, he thought that he would immediately see the bright future of Quanna students to teach at the altar, and immediately felt the responsibility and comfort when facing the eyes of those seeking knowledge.

Who knew that Murong was standing on the top of the mountain to watch the artisans do a day's work, and listened to Murong to make a lot of incredible requests.

"The palace's main hall has to be unique. It can't be repeated at all with the Imperial Palace, and even the style of a brick can't be repeated."

"The garden needs to be chic, big, and tortuous, so that the disciples of the palace can talk about love, right, right, young people should do this, remember a little variety of Paulownia flowers, beautiful."

"Remember to reserve a place to hang curtains. I want you to create a wind and rain corridor that connects the nine palaces. Why? For no reason, I don't like the sun."

Gu Mang was obviously speechless.

"Have you ever counted money? Enough?"

"What are you afraid of?" Murong said mercifully, "I didn't ask Mengze to ask. He wanted me to be extravagant and wasteful so that he was simple and simple. If you believe me, I won't be a king, but let them be under the king. Rest assured, I can't be better at it. "

After talking about it, he took another sip of life, but before taking a second sip, the cigarette rod was taken away by Gu Mang.

Gu Mang backhanded the cigarette with his back, and looked at him with a smile: "Tell ten mouthfuls a day, today's quantity has arrived, and we can't smoke any more."

Murong Mercy: "..."

"The ink is off, and the fruit is brought."

Mo Xi glanced at the painful and tangled Murong Li, and took a bag of candied fruit preserves from Qiankun's sac, which was sent by Jiang Fuli. He somewhat suppressed the effects of floating dreams, and he passed the preserves to Gu Vast hands. Gu Mang smiled, and stuffed the fruit in his mouth without mentioning Mu Rong's head.

Murong grimaced angrily and said, "This is too bad!"

"Yi Shou Yan Nian Yi Shou Yan Nian." Gu Mang said to him with a smile, "Gongzhu, your old man should take care of him."

Murong said angrily, "Get out!"

The Xue Palace was built day by day like this, building a dream of the three of them.

For Murong Qing, this academy finally realized his dream of wishing that everything was his own decision when he was a kid. Here everyone's preferences can be respected and he chooses the way he wants to go.

For Mo Xi, from then on he and Gu Mang have a new and legitimate identity, have their common home, and have a future that they had imagined together when they were young and stable.

For Gu Mang, Wang Shu Xue Gong may mean more.

A long time ago, he and Mo went out on the long bank at dusk, and he broke down a dog's tail grass and brushed the flower field in the suburbs. At that time, he silently accepted the young man Mo Xi's show of goodwill to him, with a humble expectation, thinking that maybe one day in the future, they would be able to stay together for so long.

A long time ago, he used to laugh with Lu Zhanxing, sitting at the campfire, drinking a pot of horse milk, chatting with Lu Zhanxing, Nanhai Beidi, and there was a cavity of heat in his chest. I hope this heat can be ignited and burned away Grass thorns.

A long time ago, when he was a little slave in Wangshu, he dreamed a hot dream, hoping that one day everyone would be fair regardless of their origin.

He had hoped that every drop of heroic blood would be respected and the seeds of every flower would sprout.

Now they finally have this fertile ground.

[Postscript II · Remembering the Starry Night]

In the second year of Mo Xi and Gu Mang's anonymity, Wangshu Academy was finally completed.

On this day, Gu Mang was drinking under the night sky, and suddenly heard the robe hunting, the familiar deep voice said behind him:

"It's late, why are you sitting here?"

Gu Mang turned back, and saw that Mo went out lightly and jumped like a paper kite, stepping on the black roof tiles.

This is the tallest building in Wangshu Xuegong called Wangyue Tower. Gu Mang likes to sit here idle. In the past two years, they have watched the Xiu Xue Xue Palace rise up, just like a beautiful woman putting on makeup. Slowly, she has a meticulous eyebrow. The delicate details slowly become the appearance on the drawings, and her heart becomes more and more peaceful. .

Linyi is very far from the emperor. Although there may be incidents about royal disputes from time to time in the distance, when it is passed into their ears, it is already as pale as the moon sprinkled in the window and the wind blowing into the auricle.

Those smells of blood and rain can still be smelled, but they have nothing to do with them.

The matter of the imperial capital is like a dream across a curtain. Gao Tianyue night illuminates the land of Kyushu. The other end of the dream is the wealth and wealth of the king.

Gu Mang sat on the tile with a pot of hot pear white on his side. When the ink came out, he smiled and poured a pot for him, saying, "The day after tomorrow will be officially opened. I am thinking. At that time, I don't know what kind of scene will be here. Hehe, I'm really looking forward to it. "

Mo went out to him, put the winter coat he brought on his shoulders, and sat down beside him.

He and Gu Mang looked down at the magnificent Wangshu Xue Palace below, and Gu Manto asked, "In fact, I sit here, no matter how many times I look down, I still feel funny, my brother is really extravagant enough, I'm afraid Mengze was going to hate him. I heard that Mengze cut the cost of the palace in order to set an example for himself, and even the better incense was no longer used, but his brother-- "

"But you can't wait for the floor tiles of the palace to be gold."

Gu Mong laughed: "It's not so exaggerated, but ..." He paused, two rows of soft long eyelashes trembled softly, and watched Mo out gently in the bright moonlight. "You finally learned to be kidding . "

Mo Xi looked a little embarrassed by him, but was very heart-moving, so he leaned down and kissed him, and quickly turned his face away, watching the tower underneath, and the water on the terrace.

That serious look, it seemed that it wasn't him who just kissed Gu Mang.

It was just that his fair complexion was red, and his skin was always thin.

Gu Man looked at him, and sighed in his heart, no matter how many years and how many years, his brother Mo was always so boring and cute, as if boiling a sweet honey in his heart, but hiding it People know and don't want people to watch more.

No matter how long he passed, he could always see the silhouette of the handsome young man in the Chung Hwa Academy when he was sitting alone under the tree, biting the white rice **** in a small mouth, and the sweat was The back of his neck was seeping closely, the breeze was blowing his broken bangs, and he turned his head, his eyes were pure like the morning light.

Gu Mang became more and more fascinated when he looked at him, and stretched out, saying, "The ink is off."

"Ok?"

"I want to count the stars."

Obviously, this kind of dialogue did not happen for the first time in these two years. Mo Xi raised his hand and rubbed his head, saying, "Lie down."

Gu Mang was lying on the roof of the roof, with his head resting on Mo Xi's legs, looking up at the stars, and the Milky Way was brilliant. Gu Man reached out and felt the night breeze flowing through his fingers like a ribbon. He counted the brilliant night stars: "One, two, three ..."

There have been rumors that after the death of the heroic spirit, there will be one more star in the sky.

He was counting the 70,000 belonging to him, and to this day, he still remembers their names.

Mo Xi quietly accompany him, listening to his warm voice, and clicking on numbers that are not just numbers. Where are the ends of the earth or the reincarnation of the British soul? Those brothers who have walked alongside them, those of Lu Zhanxing People ... maybe they will return to them someday.

Maybe he will become a new disciple in Wangshu Academy in a certain year, returning from the dim past to today's good times.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Han was cold and cold, and the pear pear white brought by Gu Mang was almost drunk. Gu Mang was so drowsy that he gradually fell asleep.

Mo Xi bowed his head and stared at his sleeping face. Until now, Gu Mang finally no longer frowned when he fell asleep, and there was no longer any trace of fear, but he still muttered, apparently still remembering to keep on The stars count down.

"I'll count it later," Mo Xi said gently to him. "Tomorrow, I will prepare some utensils from the Palace, and I will take you back."

Gu Mang answered vaguely, but said vaguely: "... cousin ... show stars ..."

Mo Xi's eyes were slightly narrowed, and then he was covered by endless gentleness. He cleaned up the pear-white jar for Gu Mang, looked up at the stars flashing in the sky, and said, "They will look at you. I will definitely return to you. "

Soon there will be more than a thousand disciples entering the school palace, going back and forth every year. Perhaps among them, there are reincarnated deceased people, robes, and reluctant brothers?

This time, no matter what your origin, whether you are honorable or poor, you will be treated fairly and patiently.

This is your blood and tears.

Will you come back?

Will you see ...

The night was deeper, Gu Mang fell asleep, and Mo Xi couldn't bear to wake him up, so he got up and hugged him carefully, and the evening wind blew his robes, and he jumped off the pagoda lightly, and the people in his arms were vague. Feeling the movement, he subconsciously leaned into Mo's warm arms and settled down.

In the vast sky and earth, he and him turned into a small illusion, and he took him home.

[Postscript III: Recording the Founding of a School]

One day before the official opening of the Xue Palace, Wang Rongci, Mo Xi, and Gu Mang gathered together in Wang Shu's mansion and talked seriously about one thing—

Name.

Needless to say, Mu Rongci is naturally the master of Wangshu Palace. The key is Mo Xi and Gu Mang.

These two inconveniences are shown to others in their former identity. Fortunately, Yi Rongshu is not difficult for Mo Xi and Gu Mang, but how to call them is questionable.

After discussions, Murong Li decided to make a unilateral decision. After becoming an elder of the Xue Palace, Mo Xi will be called Jun Lingdong Jun, and Gu Mang will be called Elder Qing Guang.

Gu Mang is very satisfied with his life today, and very satisfied with this elegant name.

The only dissatisfaction is probably that the ink is out.

"Why is he called Qingguang?" Mo Xi squinted his eyes and crossed his arms, looking down at Murong Mercy, "Qing Guang Wei Wang Shu nickname, what do you mean?"

Murong mercifully sneered: "What else is it called? Find another name for peace and harmony? Elder Chiwu?"

Gu Mang shook his head again and again: "... It's too bad, I still vote for it."

Mo Xi opened her eyes suddenly, betraying Gu Mang's disbelief: "Gu Mang you--!"

Mu Rongci was very satisfied and reached out to Gu Mang's shoulder: "Oh, he is my brother. Don't follow me, do you follow you?"

Gu Mang was very pertinent: "It's not true either, I just think that Qingguang is better than Chiwu."

Angrily went out to read the classics, trying to find a more elegant nickname and nickname, but no matter how he turned, Wang Shu was better, and in the end he had to give up.

At the early morning of the second day, the sky was bright, and it was clear air and clear clouds.

In the grand and solemn bells, Wang Shu Xue Palace slowly opened the heavy door carved with the sun, moon, and stars. Murong Li stood on the embossed red and gold painted floor, wearing a royal blue elegant coat, overlooking the entrance to the palace in turn. Young disciples. At his side, Mo Xi and Gu Mang stood side by side, and the refreshing morning wind blew their faces. They were like the elders who had taught their spells in the former imperial palace, welcoming those new lives and brilliant sparks.

"So small." Gu Mong narrowed his eyes and laughed. The youngest child downstairs was only seven or eight years old. Many of them were born in poverty, wearing patched sackcloth clothes, and stumbled. Walking in, the little beasts who first entered Conglin looked at everything here curiously and expectantly.

They are like small carps pouring in from all corners of the world, sinking in this hard-won gold pond.

There are no strict grades and rules. There are many children, and they are not too old. Walking and walking are somewhat cute and ridiculous. One person stepped on another person's shoes, and the other person was too nervous. It was found that one foot was barefoot and continued to walk forward with a serious face.

There was a young disciple walking around, gazing around for a while, his face grew more and more stunned, and all of a sudden he began to cry, everyone went to see him: "Wow! Brother! Where are you, brother? it's your turn!"

"Brother Song, your brother was left behind by you ..."

In a group of laughter, the elder brother blushed and went back in distress to find the younger brother who was crying.

Mo Xi saw another child in the crowd chasing another child, and hurriedly yelled, "Nangong! Nangong! Wait for me!" He ran too fast, and he fell into a cold head.

Mo Ju: "..."

Gu Mangyi laughed and turned to look at his lover and elder brother. Those two faces were not as relaxed as he was, apparently there were some doubts whether such a mediocre mix of unstoppable altar teachings could really go smoothly. Gu Mang looked at the rigid expressions of the two of them, and couldn't help laughing more easily, haha ​​holding his belly.

"The resistance is long and the resistance is long."

Mu Rongci brushed his sleeves and said, "In the future, you will take care of the commandments. These are all fools."

"I control it!" Gu Mang didn't care, he raised his hand with a smile.

Mo Xi glanced at him, and said, "Never mind, you control, these disciples will be harder to clean up after a year."

Gu Mang: "..."

Between the whispers, the rising sun rose to the east, according to Wang Shuxue Palace's golden tiles, everything was brilliant. The three of them watched as more and more disciples downstairs welcomed by the leading monk to walk to the campus where the totem was painted with yin and yang totems, ready to wait there for a new beginning of their lives.

The bells of the corner tower sounded eighteen times, each representing six elements, six arts, and six virtues.

At the end of the last sound, Murong snorted, showing off his dazzling sapphire blue clothes, swiping lightly, jumping over the roof of the roof from the exclamation of the little disciples in the welcome floor, and landing lightly in front of the school hall. A sigh of envy.

Mo Ju: "..."

Gu Meng shook his head helplessly and laughed: "It's still Murong Mercy, it hasn't changed."

Mo Xi said to him, "Let's go."

"it is good."

The two looked at each other and joined hands under the wide sleeves, stepping down the long steps of the welcome building step by step in the dazzling morning light and heading for their future.

The reversed stone pendant in front of Gu Mang's placket, the stone has faded its luster, completed its mission, and has no effect to reverse anything.

But that was the token of their life and death, witnessing the blue waters of Huangquan, life and death, and happiness that finally belonged to them.

In the morning light, the black spar exuded a brilliant glow, shining brightly on his clothes.

It's dark and bright.

It's like Gu Mang's dark eyes that finally restored their original appearance.

It once experienced the deepest darkness, and now—

It is the brightest light in the world.

The author has something to say: I repaired the previous chapter, that is, the ending chapter. Harm, the ending set in the original wear book is the sacrifice of two people in the book, Mo went back to the real world before the wear, and found that although the book has passed After so long, but the reality is still the day he wore books, Gu Mang was still lying in the operating room. However, after experiencing the world in the book, Mo Xi has understood that Gu Mang is not actually a hsh criminal, but an undercover policeman who can no longer prove his identity. He rushed to the hospital, and thought he could not vindicate Gu Mang without words, but Director Jiang made Hsh tell the truth to Undercover Police Officer Meng (prototype Mengze) in the police, and Gu Mang was able to restore police status.

After recovering from the operation, Gu Mang and Mo Xi came to the martyr's cemetery, and buried another undercover Lu Zhanxing who had sacrificed in the mission and was stigmatized. They were outside the book. Gu Mankeng ’s "Forbidden / Book" "It was thrown to his netizen Jinjiang Shiliu Liu Writer Caibao to eat and reorganize and release. The poor migrant worker just finished writing "Erh Kazakhstan", so he combined the world view of Erhu Kazakhstan thousands of years ago, and after rebuilding "Forbidden / Book", he fell to Jin Zong and died for Gay Xiuwen.

There was a temporary line touch problem before the article was written. When I am revising the outline, I think it should be fine to change it to pure ancient time, but it is still weird to conceive it. It is still too difficult to revise the outline. Qaq, you said Yes ~~ I overestimated my ability to change the outline == I'm sorry! !! !! harm! Lie on your back! Over the past few days, I have thought about how I can improve it slightly, so I repaired the ending again, although ... still weird == (dbq!) But it seems ... slightly better ... harm, no matter how strange- Because the world was originally set to be sacrificed in this book ... but I tried my best to run it again! !! If you are interested, you can turn the final chapter forward. The system should have been replaced ~~ then I will write it down after the school ~~~ 啵啵 ~~

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