"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."
"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," said the hunchbacked old man. "That fellow in Luochuan kept talking about being an emperor. He said that all the spells he mastered were taught by Emperor Ziwei. According to him, if Ziwei one day happened to Emperor Wei gave him an enlightenment on a whim, so what?"
"Then once we crack Emperor Ziwei's spell, will we be able to go down in history?" the storyteller joked.
"It's just that an old fox like Luo Chuan would really make such a stupid mistake? Maybe he is fishing for law enforcement and deliberately deceives us."
"No matter how smart people are, they will make mistakes sometimes. Of course, we have to be more cautious when doing things."
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That night, Gu Xu took Xue Nu to a street restaurant to eat hot pot.
Longzhou's specialty hot pot is called hot pot.
The hot pot is a large copper pot. Arrange the braised meat, fried meatballs, washed vegetables, cut tofu, etc. neatly in the pot, pour the broth, cover the lid, and put in the charcoal. Warm the bottom of the pot.
After waiting for a while, a hot pot of food will be ready.
But hot pot is more suitable for winter.
Gu Xu was so hot that he was sweating profusely after eating this stuff in the summer.
In fact, as a practitioner in the fourth realm, he can completely control the temperature of his 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 - no, her whole ghost was about to melt under the heat of the hot pot.
Halfway through eating the hot pot, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from the street.
The two of them turned to look together.
I saw lanterns opening the way, salutes blaring, and a big red sedan chair carried by eight people appearing in the middle of the road.
Beside the sedan, there were dozens of porters carrying dowry.
Beds, quilts, shoes, jewelry, bottles and jars, tables and chairs...boxes and loads, 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 procession. He looked happy and happy.
The entire team was so majestic and spectacular that from a distance, it looked like a long dragon wearing a red robe.
From the comments of passers-by, Gu Xu knew that the daughter of the prefect of Longzhou was getting married.
"What a grand display." He sighed silently in his heart.
He couldn't help but think of his torn engagement.
If there wasn't a damn wanted warrant, then he should have been like the groom, wearing a festive wedding dress, welcoming Shi Xiaohan's sedan chair into the house on Jinyu Lane in Yanqingfang amidst the cheers of the Luojing crowd. Di.
Then the wedding room is filled with flowers and candles, and the fish and water are happy.
How could it be possible that he has been a prostitute for two generations until now?
The snow girl also stared blankly at the procession of sending off the bride.
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 woman, and a bright red makeup, and marry the right man of her own with the most beautiful appearance in her life.
But later she realized that this much-anticipated scenery only belonged to those ladies who were legitimate 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 "Jinghong Pen", the attitudes of others changed another hundred and eighty times.
Ten degrees of change.
The clansmen treated her several times more attentively than they treated their direct 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 and lives with 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, "Do you 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 official," Gu Xu sighed, "It's a pity that I have bad luck and a bad fate."
The groom's official?
Whose groom is the official?
Is it that Jiange disciple who likes delicious food?
The snow girl suddenly sat up straight, staring straight at him.
It's a pity that she doesn't like and is not good at asking 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 to speak that was tactful and polite and would not offend the other person.
But the more I think about it, the more awkward it becomes.
In the end, she swallowed her words angrily and stopped 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 just a luxury. Where is the chance of getting a wife?"
"I promised, I will protect you." Yuki-onna 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?
"I'm getting stronger," Yuki-onna looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I couldn't beat the Imperial Master before. Now I can beat him."
Gu Xu had to admit that Xue Nu's strength was growing very fast.
Before he solved the case of Lu'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 Master.
If there is such a thing as genius among ghosts and ghosts, then Yuki-onna must be the most dazzling one.
But Emperor Tianxing was no ordinary monk.
He holds the key to the "prison" - the "Tai'a Sword" in his hand. He has 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, didn't have much confidence when he thought 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 always polite young master suddenly said dirty words.
But after thinking about it, she felt that the way the young master spoke obscenely... didn't seem so obscene.
It doesn't have that uncomfortable sense of filthiness, but is very sincere.
"My legs are not thick." After a moment of silence, she said seriously.
PS: Happy Lantern Festival to everyone!
