Chapter 573 The Captured Prince
“Thank you.” Xu Man looked at Gu Xu beside him and said softly.
On the Mang Mountain shrouded in clouds, she was dressed in low-key and unremarkable clothes, with only the pink silk flower on her chest shining brightly.
"No need to thank you so early," Gu Xu smiled, "Actually, this old monster is not dead yet."
"Not dead yet?" Xu Man frowned slightly.
With her strong spiritual perception ability as a saint, she could not find any trace of the existence of Mangshan Ghost King in this world.
“Follow me.”
Gu Xu narrowed his eyes as he spoke.
In his field of vision, countless dense lines of cause and effect appeared.
He followed the lines and walked deeper into the cave.
As he stretched out his hand, it slowly moved through the air like wiping away dust.
Like an invisible eraser, it erases false illusions and exposes the true face of the world.
Xu Man was surprised to see that there were several coffins hidden in this seemingly empty cave!
It’s just that compared to the previous gorgeous golden nanmu coffins, these coffins look much simpler, without exquisite carvings or jewelry decorations, and are no different from the thin fir coffins used by civilians.
Gu Xu thought.
Several coffin lids instantly floated into the air, exploding with a "bang" sound, and sawdust scattered everywhere, like fireworks.
Immediately afterwards, several broken white bones jumped out of each coffin, like a few headless flies, scurrying away in all directions.
Gu Xu reached out and pointed at them lightly.
The bright fire burst out, instantly illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime. Those scattered and fleeing bones seemed to have been punished by God. They were quickly turned into ashes under the fierce burning of the fire. In the end, ashes returned to dust, soil returned to soil, and there was no trace again.
“The skeletons in these coffins are also the backhand left by the Ghost King of Mangshan,” Gu Xu looked at Xu Man next to him and explained, “Currently they have no power or intelligence.
"But in a few decades or a few hundred years, every skeleton here will grow into a brand new Mangshan Ghost King."
Xu Man was silent for a moment and sighed: "This old guy is really scared. Die!"
"It is the incarnation of the resentment of the emperors of the Da Chu Dynasty," Gu Xu said. "It exists because of the hatred of the subjugation of the country. The Da Qi Dynasty will not die easily.
“It’s just that now, we can only complete this great cause of revenge for it. "
As Gu Xu spoke, he put the black ashes left by the Mangshan Ghost King into a bottle and put it into "Xianyunju".
"Let's go," he continued, "it's time to pay homage to the souls who died in the hands of this evil ghost."
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The news of the death of Mangshan Ghost King soon came Spread throughout the wilderness.
Although Daqi's current momentum is astonishing, almost occupying half of the country in a very short period of time.
But as the leader of a country, Gu Xu dared to appear directly near Luojing and join forces with Xu Man to kill a notorious ferocious god-level ghost, which still shocked the Qi court.
"Gu Ni appeared in Mangshan today, so will he rush directly into Luojing tomorrow?" Many Daqi officials thought in fear, "Can your Majesty really stop him?"
At the same time, Gu Xu led his monks to the ancient altar on the outskirts of Daxing City and held a large-scale memorial ceremony. There are hundreds of temporary tablets made of talismans and seals. Some of them are engraved with names, representing the members of the previous generation of Shenji Battalion who unfortunately died. Most of the rest are blank, representing those who died at the hands of the Mangshan Ghost King over the years. Many civilians there.
In the center of the altar, Gu Xu was wearing a black robe, with a solemn and solemn demeanor.
Around the altar, many monks stood in awe.
Gu Xu placed the remaining ashes of the Ghost King of Mang Mountain as a sacrifice in front of these memorial tablets, and softly recited the "Mantra of Rebirth" in his mouth:
"With my decree, I will surpass your ghosts, all ghosts, and all the ghosts in the four lives." Well..."
A young man in simple clothes stood at the end of the crowd, silently watching the scene in front of him.
Wearing a slightly old hat, he was low-key and silent, and no one noticed his presence.
This person is Su Xiao, the current master of Jiange.
Although Jiange has not formally surrendered to Daxia yet.
But this did not prevent him from coming here quietly and witnessing with his own eyes the complete demise of the enemy who killed his father.
The great revenge was avenged, and there was indeed a flash of joy in his heart.
But this joy was soon overshadowed by deep and complicated grief.
His nose was sour and his vision became a little blurry.
So what if the Mangshan Ghost King dies?
His father would no longer teach him how to practice swords step by step under the blooming peach blossoms. He could never go back to that carefree childhood.
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In a dilapidated and dark side hall of Cuiwei Palace, a few rays of sunlight barely squeezed into the room through the window lattice, illuminating the dust floating in the air. On the corners and beams, cobwebs were densely woven into gray-white clam shells. The ancient furniture was almost broken, and the wood patterns had peeled off.
In a corner of the side hall, there sat a depressed young man, who was the captured Da Qi prince Xiao Shangyuan.
His face was gloomy, his eyes were lifeless, and he was staring out the window at the lush green mountains in the distance, looking wandering and decadent. The sun shines through the side of his face, casting a somewhat distorted silhouette on the wall behind him.
Since the surrender, Xiao Shangyuan has been under house arrest by Gu Xu. However, it is more like being treated favorably than being imprisoned. Gu Xu never put shackles on him, sealed his true energy or restricted his freedom of movement. Although the side hall is old, it is quiet and comfortable, and life is safe.
But Xiao Shangyuan never had the courage to escape.
He knew that every corner of the wilderness was under Gu Xu's gaze. As long as he takes this step away from the palace, he will definitely encounter something unexpected and lose his soul in the next moment.
In these days, except for the paper servants who delivered meals, no one came to visit him.
He spends his days with leisure.
The days with nothing to do made him start thinking wildly.
After the Battle of Liangzhou, he chose to surrender because he was afraid of death. At that time, his mind went blank, he forgot his identity, dignity and ambition, and only thought about how to save his life.
But afterward, he couldn't help but think about how future history books would record him as a commander who knelt down and surrendered, whether he would be infamy for thousands of years, and whether his younger brothers were in Luojing City. He secretly mocked his weakness and incompetence...
Just when Xiao Shangyuan fell into a restless mood, the door of the side hall was suddenly pushed open with a "squeak". The sunlight poured in instantly, washing away all the gloom in the room.
Xiao Shangyuan raised his head subconsciously, and what caught his eye was a slender and tall figure, slowly stepping into the side hall. The sunlight was projected from behind, and the outline of the man was outlined very clearly.
It is Gu Xu.
(End of this chapter)