Chapter 1 The true story

The red sun sets in the west, and the crows and magpies are noisy.

Twilight comes quietly from outside the distant mountains. The tall and ancient city walls are sometimes blue-gray, sometimes dark ocher, changing colors silently.

In the shadow cast by the house, a tall young man wearing a black half-face mask was striding toward a Civil Information Bureau.

This person is Gu Xu.

Since leaving the secret branch of the "Qing Ming" organization, he went all the way north, passing through Zezhou Prefecture, Lu'an Prefecture, Qinzhou Prefecture and Liaozhou Prefecture, and came to Jinzhou, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Yangfu.

This is his nominal title fiefdom, and it has a bit of a fate with him.

But when he saw the wanted posters posted on the wall and the practitioners patrolling the streets with weapons, he felt that the city was full of hostility towards him.

Of course, it’s not just Jinyang Mansion.

Ever since he was accused of "unfounded" treason by Emperor Tianxing, the entire Da Qi Dynasty regarded him as a formidable enemy. They were heavily guarded everywhere and took various measures to search for his traces.

Fortunately, Luosi was considerate and gave him this mask that can shield spells and cut off cause and effect.

As long as he wears a mask, no one will recognize him even if he walks struttingly on the street.

So, during the recent period, he wore a mask during the day, and as long as his true energy was full, he would manipulate the "astral chart" and build a space channel to travel.

At night, in order to avoid side effects, he found a deserted mountain and old forest to hide and pick

Since he had lost all the elixirs in his body, he did not dare to go to Daqi. He had obtained new elixirs in the dynasty, so he had not practiced for a long time and could only rely on rest to slowly restore his true energy.

But for some reason, even if he had not practiced at all, the true energy in his body was still slowly increasing. Although it was not as fast as before, it was still much faster than most of the monks in the Daqi Dynasty.

"The book is right," Gu Xu thought silently in his mind, "In Dahuang's practice system, the higher the realm, the more important it is to understand the Tao."< /p>

According to the book, the essence of the fourth level "Wangxiang Terrace" is to look back on the mortal world and experience the fireworks of the world and the various flavors of life; while the fifth level "Meng Poting" requires cutting off the fetters and starting from Be transcended from the mundane world.

In order to "transcend", Daqi monks came up with various methods such as retreat, self-abuse and asceticism, long-distance training, and the simplest, crudest, and most widely known methods. "Cut seven emotions."

Gu Xu did not deliberately seek the method of "detachment".

But his recent experience

has fallen from glory to bottom, lost his status and honor, and cut off many of his original social relationships.

It is undoubtedly consistent with the profound meaning of "Meng Poting".

It can be said that "misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and blessing lies on the misfortune."

Being surrounded by enemies on all sides, the road aheadIt gave him a little comfort in the unpredictable life of escape.

Gu Xu stopped in front of the Jinyang Civil Information Bureau.

With a thought, he took out a heavy package nearly one meter long from "Xianyunju".

The package contained a knife box, and the knife box contained Shi Xiaohan's "Kunwu Knife".

On the day of the "Luoshui Conference", because Shi Xiaohan was injured and had difficulty moving, Gu Xu temporarily kept the weapon for her.

He originally planned to go to her mansion after the battle and return the "Kunwu Sword" to her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two separated, Gu Xu went from being the leader of the conference that attracted much attention to becoming a traitor wanted throughout the country.

Escape is important.

Under heavy pursuit by the Da Qi court, Gu Xu did not dare to risk his life and go to Luo Jing's residence.

However, not long after, Shi Xiaohan will also advance to the fourth realm. By then, the "Kunwu Sword" will most likely become her destiny.

Gu Xu did not want her practice progress to be delayed.

So, he

had no choice but to send the "Kunwu Sword" to Shi Xiaohan through "express delivery".

After hundreds of years of development, the Daqi Dynasty already had a relatively mature relay system.

The "official post" established by the imperial court was used as a place to rest and stay for officials who were out on business. It could also pass documents and transport materials through special formations.

There are also "Civil Bureaus" founded by the private sector, which are privately operated and provide paid mailing services to ordinary people, such as letters and parcels. They are also called "Civil Bureaus".

As a wanted criminal, Gu Xu did not dare to go to Guanyi, but only to the letter bureau.

Not only did he wear a mask, he also used causal spells to disguise his identity.

He once learned a lot of knowledge related to the Path of Cause and Effect from Kongxuan Sanren.

In the Avenue of Cause and Effect, each person's name can be understood as a special talisman, which represents his identity and is also the way for others to know him.

If you use the art of cause and effect to borrow someone else's name, you can temporarily assume someone else's identity. Even if you don't change your appearance, you can still make it unrecognizable.

For example, Kongxuan Sanren used the magic of cause and effect to borrow the name of his neighbor Wu Qilang and spent a whole night with Wu Qilang's wife. The beautiful woman firmly believed that, Kong Xuan Sanren is her husband.

The name Gu Xu borrowed today is "Wang Xiang", and he belongs to an ordinary clerk in the Exorcism Department of Jinyang City.

Although he is just a small official, he is still a genuine practitioner after all, and he is one of the only beings among all living beings in the wilderness.

As soon as Gu Xu crossed the threshold, he was immediately warmly received by the credit bureau operators.

The operator is a young man wearing a t-shirt and with a withered face.

He politely took the package from Gu Xu and wrote it down carefully.Recipient information.

When Gu Xu said, "The recipient is Qianhu Shilei of Laizhou Prefecture," the young man in the rug shirt couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect that a low-ranking official could actually do this. It is related to a fifth-grade official who is guarding one side.

Afterwards, Gu Xu paid the "Jiu Li" postage and the most expensive "number deposit" insurance. Qian warned and asked the other party to deliver the package to Shi Lei's hands. He must not lost.

The young man in a t-shirt patted his chest and said that his credit bureau is a century-old brand with an excellent reputation and has never lost anything, so guests can rest assured.

Gu Xu nodded, turned and left the information bureau, then walked along the street towards the outside of Jinyang City Gate.

It is getting dark.

The mask he wears on his face will soon run out of time.

He had to find a deserted place and pick it off to avoid triggering its side effects.

When Gu Xu was walking on the street, a thin storyteller wearing a linen gown was standing by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, shaking a cattail leaf fan and looking at it casually. Gu Xu's retreating back.

His eyes were empty, making it impossible to see his emotions.

After a while, when Gu Xu's figure completely disappeared from sight, the storyteller finally turned around, looked at the guests sitting in the room drinking tea, and said with a smile, "What I just said. Regarding the story about imperial prisoners, guests, do you still want to continue listening?"

Everyone present has already whetted their appetites.

They all urged the storyteller to speak quickly and not to delay.

"The fugitive I just talked about, with the help of others and a little bit of luck, successfully escaped from the court's arrest and escaped from the capital," the storyteller gently waved his fan and spoke lazily. He said in a proud tone, "This prisoner is extremely cautious. Not only does he wear a mask to hide his appearance, but he also uses many fancy talismans and spells to interfere with divination and block the secrets of heaven.

" If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to slip out of the country quietly, and from now on, the sea will be wide for fish to leap, and the sky will be high for birds to fly.

“But something unexpected happened.

“One night, the fugitive hid in the deep mountains and old forests, quietly recovering his true energy. Suddenly, a terrified scream broke the silence of the forest.

"The fugitive turned around and found that not far away, there was a person surrounded by a group of ghosts.

"The man looked dressed as a clerk from the Exorcism Department on a mission . The clerk was seriously injured, his body was bleeding, and his face was pale. His cultivation level is mediocre. The ghosts in front of him were obviously not something he was capable of dealing with. He felt that he was likely to die here today.

"Perhaps it was because the young official was chanting his wife's name when he was dying, which moved the fugitive.

" The fugitive sighed and walked out of the confinement of hiding. , to put it lightly, these ghostsIt disappeared into ashes.

"The exorcist department clerk stared blankly at his savior, and was about to thank him.

"But at this moment, a strong wind blew past, and the fugitive's face fell. The mask suddenly fell to the ground."

"What you made up is too outrageous." At this moment, a grumpy guest in the teahouse slammed the table, interrupting the storyteller, " According to you, this fugitive has a high level of cultivation and is cautious in doing things. How could his mask fall to the ground easily by a gust of wind?

"If you want to expose his identity, you can find a more reasonable one." "

"My guest, you have to understand," the storyteller smiled and said calmly, "It is true that we need to pay attention to rationality when we make up stories, but the reality is not. It makes sense.

“The story I told is not fictional, but it happened.

“In other words, it will become a reality soon.”

“Then what happened next?” Another guest urged, “After the fugitive’s mask fell off, His identity should have been exposed, right? Is that little official planning to report to the official, or is he planning to protect his savior?"

The storyteller said mysteriously, "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the explanation next time. "

After he finished speaking, he left the cursing audience behind and walked down the stairs to the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse, he met an old Taoist with a white beard wearing dark blue Taoist robes and holding a whisk.

As soon as the two met, they smiled at the same time, even the curvature of the corners of their mouths were exactly the same.

“I really didn’t expect that boy Gu Xu to be on the opposite side of the Qi court,” said the white-bearded old man. “Looking at him hiding all day long, it’s like a mouse meets a cat, but It's really interesting."

"Now that Gu Xu has left the scope of the Tianlong Formation and is out of the protection of the court," the storyteller said, "we can deal with him last time. Our altar ruined our carefully prepared promotion plan, so he has to pay a price."

"Why do you have to do it yourself?" At this moment, a hunchbacked old man suddenly came from the corner. He walked out of the shadows and said with a smile, "Emperor Da Qi is our enemy, and Gu Xu is also our enemy. Now the two enemies are fighting, don't you think it's interesting?

" Gu Xu That boy was indeed very talented, but the Emperor of Da Qi was not an ordinary practitioner. There is no need for us to take action, he will be dealt with by the emperor sooner or later. "

"But what if even the emperor falls into the hands of that kid?" A middle-aged man with plain appearance and gloomy temperament sitting on the threshold interjected.

He Wearing an old coarse shirt, he carried a wooden frame on his shoulders. There were several mice jumping on the wooden frame.

"Isn't that better?" the hunchbacked old man said with a smile.

"Then let's vote," the white-bearded veteran made the decision. "Gather all the clones together and hold a meeting. The minority will obey the majority."

sI'm very sorry, I was busy applying for graduate school a few days ago. , the update is a little late.

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