The red sun is sinking in the west, and the crows are chirping.

Twilight came from far away from the mountains, and the tall ancient city walls, sometimes blue gray, sometimes dark ochre, silently changed colors.

In the shadow cast by the house, a long, half-faced black man strode towards a civil information office.

This person is Gu Xu.

Since leaving the secret branch of the "Qingying" organization, he has traveled all the way north, passing through Zezhou Mansion, Lu'an Mansion, Qinzhou Mansion and Liaozhou Mansion, and arrived at Jinyang Mansion, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides.

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

But when he saw the wanted notices posted on the walls and the cultivators patrolling the streets with weapons in hand, he felt that the city was full of hostility towards him.

Of course, this is not only the case in Jinyang Mansion.

Since he was charged with "trumped-up" treason by Emperor Tianxing, the entire Great Qi Dynasty regarded him as a great enemy, and was heavily guarded everywhere, taking various measures to search for his traces.

Fortunately, Luo Sitou was thoughtful and gave him this mask that could block spells and cut off cause and effect.

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

So, in the recent period, he wore a mask during the day, and as long as the true yuan was full, he would manipulate the "astrolabe" and build a spatial passage to hurry.

At night, in order to avoid side effects, he found a deserted deep mountain forest to hide, took off his mask, and rested quietly.

Since he had lost all the pills on his body, and he didn't dare to obtain new pills in the territory of the Great Qi Dynasty, he hadn't cultivated for a long time, and he could only rely on rest to slowly recover his true yuan.

But for some reason, even if he didn't cultivate at all, the true yuan in his body was still slowly increasing—although the speed was not as fast as his previous one, it was also much faster than most of the monks of the Great Qi Dynasty.

"What the book says is right," Gu Xu thought silently in his heart, "In the cultivation system of the Great Wilderness, the higher the realm, the more important the comprehension of the 'Dao' becomes. ”

According to the book, the essence of the fourth realm "Wangxiangtai" is to look back at the mortal world and experience the red dust and fireworks, and the flavors of life; And the fifth realm, "Meng Po Pavilion", needs to cut off the fetters and transcend from the mortal dust.

In order to "detach", the monks of Great Qi came up with a variety of methods - such as retreat, such as self-abuse and penance, such as traveling and training...... and the simplest, crude, and most widely recognized "Seven Feelings".

Gu Xu did not deliberately seek a way of "detachment".

But his recent experience -

fell from glory to the bottom, lost status and honor, and cut off many original social relations.

It is undoubtedly quietly consistent with the mystery of "Meng Po Pavilion".

It can be said that "misfortune and blessing rely on, and blessing and misfortune lurk".

In this fugitive life where enemies are on all sides and the future is uncertain, it gave him a little comfort.

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

With a thought, he took out a heavy package with a length of nearly one meter from the "Xianyunju".

The package contained a knife case, 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 this weapon for her.

He had planned to wait until the battle was over, and then go to her mansion and return the "Kunwu Sword" to her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two separated, Gu Xu went from the leader of the much-anticipated conference to a traitorous traitor wanted by the whole country.

It's important to run.

Under the heavy pursuit of the Great Qi Imperial Court, Gu Xu did not dare to risk his life and go to Luojing's mansion.

However, not long after, Shi Xiaohan will also enter the fourth realm. At that time, there is a high probability that the "Kunwu Knife" will become her natal object.

Gu Xu didn't want her cultivation progress to be delayed because of this.

So, he could only choose to send the "Kunwu Knife" to Shi Xiaohan's hands through the "express".

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After hundreds of years of development, the Great Qi Dynasty has a relatively mature post system.

There is an "official post" set up by the imperial court, which is used to provide a place for officials to rest and stay when they go out to do business, and can also pass documents and transport materials through special formations.

There are also "letter bureaus" founded by the private sector - they are privately run and provide postal letters and parcels to ordinary people for a fee, also known as "civil letter bureaus".

As a wanted criminal, Gu Xu didn't dare to go to the official post, only dared to go to the letter bureau.

Not only does he wear a mask, but he also uses causal spells to disguise his identity.

He had learned a lot of knowledge related to the Great Dao of Cause and Effect from the Kongxuan Sanren.

In the Avenue of Cause and Effect, each person's name can be understood as a special talisman that 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 make people unrecognizable.

For example, Kugensan once used karma to borrow the name of his neighbor Wu Qilang and spent the night with Wu Qilang's wife—for a whole night, the beautiful woman firmly believed that Kong Xuansan was her husband.

The name Gu Xu borrowed today is called "Wang Xiang", which belongs to an ordinary official of the Exorcism Division of Jinyang City.

Although he is only a small official, he is also a genuine cultivator after all, and he is one in a million beings in the Great Wilderness.

As soon as Gu Xu crossed the threshold, he was immediately warmly received by the operator of the letter bureau.

The proprietor was a young man in a smock shirt with a withered face.

He politely took the package in Gu Xu's hand and carefully wrote down the recipient's information.

When Gu Xu said, "The recipient is Shi Lei, who came to the state capital for a thousand households", the young man in the shirt couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes, as if he didn't expect that a small official who was not in the stream would be involved with a five-grade master who guarded one side.

Subsequently, Gu Xu paid the "wine power" (postage) and the most expensive "number gold" (insurance money), and asked the other party to be sure to hand over the package to Shi Lei's hands, and never lose it.

The young man in the shirt patted his chest and said that his letter bureau is a century-old brand with an excellent reputation, and he has never lost anything.

Gu Xu nodded, turned around and left the letter bureau, and then walked along the street, towards the gate of Jinyang City.

It's getting dark.

The mask he wore on his face was soon approaching the time limit.

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

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When Gu Xu was walking on the street, a slender storyteller wearing a linen robe was standing by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, shaking a pu fan while casually watching Gu Xu's back as he drifted away.

His eyes were hollow, and it was impossible to see his emotions.

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

Everyone present has already whetted their appetites.

They urged the storyteller to speak quickly and not to be sluggish.

"The fugitive I just talked about, with the help of others and a little luck, managed to escape from the imperial court and escape from the capital," the storyteller said in a lazy tone, waving his fan lightly, "This prisoner is extremely cautious. Not only did he wear a mask to cover his appearance, but he also used a lot of bells and whistles and spells to interfere with divination and shield the heavens.

If nothing else, he should be able to quietly leave the country, and from then on the sea is wide and the sky is high for birds to fly.

"However, there are unforeseen circumstances.

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

The fugitive turned around and found a man not far away, surrounded by a group of ghosts.

"The man looked dressed as a small official of the Exorcism Division on a mission. The little official was not lightly injured, his body was bleeding, and his face was pale. He cultivated to be mediocre. The ghosts in front of him were obviously not what he was capable of dealing with. He felt like he was going to die here today.

Perhaps it was because the little official was dying and chanting his wife's name, which moved the fugitive a little.

The fugitive sighed, stepped out of the confinement of his hideout, and with a few strokes, the goblins were gone.

The little official of the Exorcism Division looked at his life-saver in a daze, and was about to say thanks.

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

"—you're making it up too far," at that moment, a grumpy guest in the teahouse slapped the table and interrupted the storyteller, "according to you, this fugitive has a very high cultivation level and is cautious, how could his mask be easily dropped to the ground by a gust of wind?"

"If you want his identity to be exposed, you can find a more reasonable reason."

"You must understand, this guest officer," said the storyteller, smiling and unhurriedly, "that it is true that making up a story requires reasonableness, but the reality is unreasonable.

"The story I'm telling is not fictional, it's real.

"Or rather, it's about to become a reality."

"And what happened after that?" Another guest urged, "After the fugitive's mask falls off, his identity should be revealed, right?" Is the little official planning to report to the official, or is he planning to shield his savior? ”

The storyteller said mysteriously: "I want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown." ”

After the words fell, he left the scolding audience and walked down the stairs to the teahouse.

Outside the door of the teahouse, he met a white-bearded old man dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe and holding a dusty hand.

As soon as the two met, a smile appeared on their faces at the same time, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths was exactly the same.

"I really didn't expect that Gu Xu's kid to stand on the opposite side of the Great Qi Imperial Court," the white-bearded old man said, "It's really interesting to see him hiding all day long, like a mouse meeting a cat." ”

"Now, Gu Xu has left the scope of the 'Heavenly Dragon Great Array' and is out of the protection of the imperial court," the storyteller said, "We can deal with him." Last time he destroyed our altar and ruined our carefully prepared promotion plan, and he had to pay a little price. ”

"Why do it yourself?" At this moment, a hunchbacked old man suddenly came out of the shadow in the corner of the wall and said with a smile, "Emperor Daqi is our enemy, Gu Xu is also our enemy, and now that the two enemies are fighting, don't you think it's very interesting?"

"Gu Xu's kid is indeed highly talented, but the Great Qi Emperor is not an ordinary cultivator. We don't need to do it, sooner or later he will be cleaned up by the emperor. ”

"But what if even the emperor is planted in the hands of that kid?" A middle-aged man sitting on the threshold, with a mediocre appearance and a gloomy temperament, interjected.

He wore an old coarse cloth shirt and carried a wooden frame on his shoulder, on which several mice were jumping.

"Wouldn't that be better?" The hunchbacked old man laughed.

"But I think it's hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart if I don't do it myself." The storyteller let out a long sigh and frowned.

"Then let's vote," Whitebeard decided, "gather all the doppelgangers, have a meeting, and the minority obeys the majority." ”

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PS: I'm very sorry, I was busy with the research project a few days ago, and the update was a little late.