"Also, the mask Luochuan gave to Gu Xu is really interesting," after a brief silence, the white-bearded old man continued, "It has the law of cause and effect attached to it, which can block almost all tracking spells in the world.
"But Luo Chuan seems to have forgotten that we are experts in the art of cause and effect. The simple disguise effect on the mask is like a film that can be broken with one poke."< /p>
"This is normal. Luochuan is just a fortune teller and doesn't know anything about cause and effect." The gloomy middle-aged man said.
"But Emperor Ziwei understands," the hunchbacked old man said, "That fellow in Luochuan talks about being an emperor, saying that all the spells he masters were taught by Emperor Ziwei. According to him, , What if Emperor Ziwei had a whim someday and gave him an enlightenment?"
"Then if we crack Emperor Ziwei's spell, can we be famous in history?" Mr. Storyteller joked.
"It's just that an old fox like Luochuan would really make such a low-level mistake. Maybe he is fishing for law enforcement and deliberately deceives us."
"No matter how smart a person is, , We all make mistakes sometimes. Of course, we have to be more cautious when doing things." That night, Gu Xu took Xue Nu to eat hot pot at a street restaurant.
Longzhou’s specialty hot pot is called hot pot.
The hot pot is a large copper pot. The braised meat, fried meatballs, washed vegetables, cut tofu, etc. are neatly stacked in the pot, poured with broth, and covered with water. Put the lid on and put the charcoal in the bottom of the pot to heat.
After a while, a hot pot of food will be ready.
But hot pot is more suitable for winter.
Eating this in summer made Gu Xu sweat profusely.
In fact, as a practitioner in the fourth realm, he can completely control the temperature of his whole body. He is not afraid of the heat in summer and the cold in winter.
But in order to let the snow girl experience the feeling of ordinary people, he deliberately restrained his true energy and allowed the sweat to flow.
As before, Xue Nu uses the "Jinghong Pen" to share Gu Xu's senses.
She felt like her whole body was about to melt under the heat of the hot pot.
Halfway through the hot pot, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from the street.
The two of them turned their heads and looked together.
I saw lanterns opening the way, salutes firing, and a big red sedan chair carried by eight people appearing in the center of the road.
Beside the sedan chair, there were dozens of porters carrying dowry.
Boxes and loads of beds, quilts, shoes, jewelry, bottles and jars, tables and chairs, all painted with vermilion lacquer and gold, making them sparkling.
Countless relatives, friends and servants gathered around the sedan chair.
The groom was wearing a ninth-grade official uniform, riding a tall horse, and walked at the front of the team. He looked happy and proud.
The entire team is majestic and magnificent. From a distance, it looks like a long dragon wearing a red robe.
From the roadAmidst people's comments, Gu Xu knew that the daughter of the magistrate of Longzhou was getting married.
"What a grand occasion." He sighed silently in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of his torn engagement.
If there was no damn wanted warrant, then he should have been just like the groom, wearing a festive wedding dress and welcoming Shi Xiaohan's sedan chair into Yanqing amidst the cheers of the Luojing crowd. The mansion on Jinyu Lane in Fangfang.
Then there will be flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the fish and water will be happy.
How could it be possible that she has been in two lives till now?
The snow girl also looked at the procession of sending off her bride in a daze.
As a young lady from a well-known family, like many sisters in her clan, when she was a child, she also dreamed that one day she would be able to wear a phoenix crown, a beautiful gown, and a ten-mile red makeup. My own sweetheart.
But later she realized that this much-anticipated scenery only belonged to those ladies who were direct children. A concubine like her who lost her mother at such a young age was not worthy of such a generous dowry. She would just be like a basin of water, being poured out by the clansmen impatiently.
Later, when she became the owner of the "Jinghong Pen", the attitudes of others changed another hundred and eighty degrees
.
The clan members treated her several times more attentively than they treated their legitimate ladies.
Countless dignitaries also sent matchmakers to visit her, bringing gifts and honey-smeared mouths with the intention of marrying her.
However, after seeing the arrogance and courtesy of the world, she began to lose interest in marriage.
She knew that what these people admired was her status as the "Jinghong Pen Master" and her prominent family background.
The husband in her fantasy who is connected to her soul may not exist in this world at all.
Now she has become a ghost, accompanying the ice and snow all day long.
There will never be another chance for Fengguan Xiapei.
"What are you thinking about, Miss Lu?" Seeing Xue Nu staring at the wedding party in a daze, Gu Xu interrupted her chaotic thoughts with a smile, "I want to be that bride."
"I, I didn't," Yuki-onna stumblingly denied.
Fortunately, the female ghost doesn’t blush.
Otherwise, her face might have turned into a ripe persimmon.
"I really want to be the groom's officer," Gu Xu sighed, "It's a pity that I have bad luck and a bad life."
The groom's officer
Who The groom's official
Is he the disciple of Jiange who likes delicious food?
Xue Nu sat up straight and stared at him.
Unfortunately, she doesn’t like and is not good at asking about other people’s personal affairs.
She considered the words over and over in her mind, piecing together various polite expressions, trying to find a way of speaking that was tactful and polite and would not offend the other party.
The more you think about it, the more awkward it becomes.
In the end, she swallowed her words back angrily and held them back without asking.
"Forget it, let's not mention it." After a short silence, Gu Xu shook his head gently and said, "With my current situation, surviving is a luxury. How can I still have the chance to marry a wife? ”
“I promised, I will protect you.” The snow girl responded without thinking.
The problems that had been on my mind just now seemed to disappear in an instant. She thought of the scene when he was being chased by the Da Qi court, and all that was left in her mind was worry about him.
"My enemy is too strong, you can't beat him." Gu Xu smiled.
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but think to himself: Why are the women around me, including the female ghosts, all scrambling to protect me? Could it be that I have a face suitable for eating soft food< /p>
"I am getting stronger," Xue Nu looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I couldn't beat the national master before. Now I can beat him."
Gu Xu must win Admit it, the snow girl's strength is growing really fast.
Before he solved the case of the Lu family’s murderous house, she didn’t seem to have the strength of a saint.
Now he can beat away a senior saint like the National Preceptor.
If there is such a thing as genius among ghosts and monsters, then the Snow Girl must be the most dazzling one.
But Emperor Tianxing is not an ordinary monk.
He holds the "Tai'a Sword", the key to the "prison" in his hand. He has mastered the power of thunder and calamity and can suppress all creatures in the wilderness.
In this land, he is almost invincible.
Even Gu Xu, the talented heir to Emperor Ziwei, does not have much confidence when he thinks about dealing with Emperor Tianxing in the future.
But Gu Xu didn’t want to spoil Xue Nu’s interest for the time being.
"Then I will hug Miss Lu's thick thighs from now on." He joked.
The snow girl frowned.
She didn't understand the meaning of the word "hug the thigh", and she didn't understand why the usually polite young master suddenly said dirty words.
But after thinking about it, she felt that the young master's dirty words were not so dirty.
There is no uncomfortable sense of filthiness, but it is very sincere.
"My legs are not thick." After a moment of silence, she said seriously.
s: I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival,