, the white son settled, the black man on the plate was slaughtered a big dragon, and someone's laughter sounded in the pavilion, "Hahaha, Brother Gong, you lost again"

Monk Zhibai had already won the victory, stood up, and triumphantly stretched out his hand to the small red pill bottle placed on the side of the chessboard.

"Hmph, why are you in a hurry to have another game, the bet is still the same, how about it?"

But the person who lost on the other side refused, stopped the outstretched hand, and stared at the other party with his only one-eye, his gaze was terrifying.

I didn't expect this person known as 'Brother Gong' to be so serious, "Why do you ......" The winner couldn't cry or laugh, "Everyone is a foundation building monk, you and I are world friends, a game of chess with a small color head, why make it so ugly, let's go, I don't want the color head, this chess, don't play it"

"Farewell" said a hand, and went straight to Edgeworth.

"Bastards look down on me"

The one-eyed monk looked at the other party's departing back, became furious, scolded and put away the little red pill bottle, swept all the chessboard pieces on the table with his hand, and threw the tea set to the ground, stepping on the fine pieces of porcelain one by one. A person leaked in the pavilion for a long time, until he couldn't smash it, then he sat down, turned his head and looked at the green mountains blankly, and didn't say anything.

He sat like a puppet until the next morning, until an old woman appeared from the morning light, "Gong Hu, you are more than a hundred years old, why are you still like a child" and scolded sharply after seeing the mess in the pavilion, he came back to his senses, and did not answer, but reached out and gently stroked the empty left eye socket, where there was a scar from the forehead to the cheek, which could not be healed by the monk's body.

"Alas" Seeing him like this, the old woman couldn't be angry anymore, her face couldn't bear it, and she persuaded: "When I was thinking about the mountain, you were born and died for my mother's family, but as a result, your husband died, and you were hopeless, I ......"

"What does the old yellow calendar mention?"

Gong Hu, who seemed to have been poked in the sore spot, bounced up from the chair, and waved his arms widely, "My Gong family was originally a vassal of Southern Chu, and I moved south for two hundred years without worry, what is it to sell my life in the mountains?"

"Isn't that quite understandable, why are you still so decadent?"

When the old woman heard this, she smiled softly, her demeanor was calm and calm, and there was a delicate and lovely shadow of her youth in her face. If Qi Xiu was present, he would definitely be able to recall the genius girl of the Chu family who made his heart sprout on the way to the south.

"I'm just ......"

Gong Hu's gaze kept wandering among the distant mountains, "I just, I don't know what the meaning of continuing the remnants of life is in addition to the Great Dao."

"You're Idle"

The old woman said angrily, "There are so many things in the clan, there is no one you can watch and beat the time?, otherwise, you will travel far and wide, make friends with people from all walks of life, and by the way, you can also bump into the chance, no matter how bad it is, you can take a few more wives and concubines at home, and be a rich man to spread incense can be regarded as a contribution to my Gong family......"

She said a lot, but Gong Hu just shook his head and said that he was bored.

"Gotta get it. ”

He was like this, and the old woman didn't bother to persuade again, so she took out a silver gray mask and threw it over, "I have already seen it, you are not willing to do serious things, and this is a business that licks blood from the knife edge, will you go?"

"Oh?"

Gong Hu perked up, took the mask and looked at it carefully, and sure enough, he showed interest.

Qiyun City, Chu Qin shop.

Gong Hu walked in, not in a hurry to get down to business, but walked around the store first.

The location of the small shop is remote, the area is naturally not large, the goods sold are very mixed, most of the monks shopping along the road do not enter the door, even if they come in, they also leave with a glance, only those who look at the old customers, and the customers are familiar with the road while chatting about the information of the new goods, while slowly looking through the shelves.

"I heard that in every Xiuzhen city, there is a small shop like this, Chu Qinmen is so good"

Although the small shop is a little cold, Gong Hu is still sour in his heart, he is also a vassal of Southern Chu, the Gong family not only moved south early, but its strength was countless times higher than that of Chu Qinmen, but after more than a hundred years, it has been reduced to the point that he has to help Chu Qinmen carry a sedan chair in the Southern Chumen system.

"It's strange that my Gong family is divided into the west, and there is nothing to do on all sides, and there is no pressure at all, and the black river east of Chu Qinmen is said to be a dangerous place, and it has been fighting with people for many years, and if it can break out, it is naturally a man-eating tiger. The so-called birth in sorrow and death in peace is nothing more than that. ”

Just thinking about his thoughts, a monk in a green shirt who had completed the foundation walked over, middle-aged and elegant, leaned into his ear and whispered: "This guest, please come here......

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the doorway to the inner hall.

Gong Hu knew that his identity was seen through, so he stopped grinding and hurriedly followed in.

When he arrived in the inner hall, the green-shirted monk was already waiting, stretched out his hand, and made a begging motion, and Gong Hu handed over the silver gray mask given by Chu Zhuangyuan. After a brief inspection, the green-shirted monk handed it back, motioned to put it on, and put his index finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and then took out the token and shook it, and several rays of light lit up somewhere on the ground, revealing a passage to the ground.

According to the other party's guidance, Gong Hu put on a mask, silently followed behind the other party, passed through the corridor, and passed through the guòza very exquisitely designed phantom array, before coming to the destination of this trip, an underground hall.

There was no decoration in the hall, only a lot of futons on the floor, and seven or eight people had already arrived, all wearing masks and unknown identities, sitting in two rows, without talking to each other.

"Please ......"

The green-shirted monk pointed to a position, and Gong Hu went over and sat down, following the example of others, looking at his nose and his nose, and waiting quietly.

The green-shirted monks led them one by one, and the number of people in the field became more and more, and only after there were about twenty people sitting down did he clear his throat, and then sang: "Master of Chu Qinmen, Qi Xiu is ......."

There were a few high-level Qi cultivators present, basically all of them were foundation building monks, and when they heard that the Jindan monk had arrived, they all cheered up and sat upright, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Gong Hu had seen Qi Xiu when he participated in the Battle of Siguo Mountain, but the light of that battle was almost entirely focused on the ancestor Chu Hongsheng, even Chu Wen of Qi Yunchu's family was much more brilliant than Qi Xiu.

The second time I saw it, Qi Xiu didn't even show his face, wearing the same silver-gray mask as everyone else, and walked slowly to sit down, everyone didn't have the same pressure as when they saw other Jindan monks, but when they were swept by his eyes, there seemed to be a breeze blowing in the depths of his heart, and he suddenly felt like he was being seen through and had nothing to hide.

"Awesome ......"

Gong Hu has a deeper understanding of this Baishan hero who worked hard for him back then.

"I'm sorry to have everyone meet in this kind of place, in this way. ”

Qi Xiu didn't say any pleasantries, as if chatting with a friend, his voice was very soft and good, but he seemed to be lacking in breath and very tired. Gong Hu kept a snack eye, and secretly paid attention to the color of the long beard exposed at the lower edge of the other side's mask, and sure enough, it was white with withered flowers, like the kind that only old people have.

"To be honest, I'm a little pessimistic about this world...... Qi Xiu continued: "The enemies who fight for their lives, the greedy coveters, the relatives and disciples who only know how to ask, the friends who forget their righteousness, and even the wise men who are highly respected, and the kind and kind elders, when they unmask them, are all just flies chasing the smell, waiting for the egg that will make them show their true colors." ”

"Ahem"

Qi Xiu bent down and coughed violently for a while, "Please forgive my pessimism, in my opinion, everyone, every family sect, can see him as an egg, some have rotted from the inside, some have cracked a lot of cracks, some have just broken a small hole, some are about to be smashed to pieces, of course, there are also a very few perfect ones, who can wait until the day when they hatch into living beings, and have the power to truly control their fate, get rid of it, reach another world, and get rid of the flies and dogs in this place......"

He said a lot, and everyone was confused, "I called everyone here mysteriously, is it to listen to your complaints?" Gong Hu said in his heart.

Qi Xiu seemed to hear the complaints in people's hearts, and his words changed, "You are all borrowed by me asking the Chu family, most of them are from the vassal families of Shuangchu, and you are selected because of your face, and second, you are reliable." Gu sighed......"

He gestured to the green-shirted monk who was sitting next to him, stepped forward, took out a large map from his storage bag, and shook it open in front of everyone.

"It turns out that this person's name is Gu Si?" Gong Hu recalled in his heart, the last time he thought about the battle of the mountain, he heard that he was the mastermind of Chu Qin, but in that battle, he didn't seem to see this mastermind.

"If you think of Southern Chu and Chu Qin as an egg...... Qi Xiu pointed to the boundary between Southern Chu Gate and Chu Qin Gate on the map, "Our enemy is the ...... of the stinking fly" He made a general comparison in Baishan Qiyun, "They spy on our news, win over our friends, ambush and assassinate, and plant blame, and do everything they can." Even if they are not capable of dealing with us now, it is only temporary, and they have not given up for a moment the idea of destroying us and continue to work for it. But what about us?"

"We have been passively dancing with them, the soldiers are coming to block, the water is covering the earth, and in the mountains, Shuangchu and Chu Qin have lost thousands of lives, and in exchange, it is only a short-term peace. Usually like nothing, go about life as usual, at most it's just to probe the other party's movements. If we continue like this, maybe one day, when there is a crack in our egg, the flies will swarm up and attack like crazy until they devour us......"

"In this world, who dares to say that there will be no gaps in this egg?"

"No, so I thought it would be more positive and prudent to try to make a way out of the enemy's eggs if there were no gaps, and to enlarge them when there were gaps, and to destroy our enemies before they destroy us. That's why I'm looking for you. ”

"Gu sigh, you can say the rest of the words......" After Qi Xiu said a long series of words, he seemed to be really tired, and he supported himself with his elbows, and just leaned down half-lying

Gu Si expressed it much more directly and concretely, "Everyone, please take a look...... He drew a line between the white mountains and the open sea on the map, along the [Haidong City] [Qi Dong City] [Qi Nan City] [Heihe Fang] [Qifu City], "The White Mountain is in turmoil, all parties have been fighting bloody battles for many years, and there have been two flow routes of monks, mainly scattered cultivators. ”

"One, that is, the monks of Baishan went north to escape the disaster of war, because the west of Qiyun is the righteous sect of [Mingbai Mountain] [Jixia City], it is difficult to mix with Baishan scattered cultivation, so most of them still went to the open sea, and this one has a large flow of people. On the other hand, in order to replenish the losses of the monks, the parties in the melee in Baishan began to recruit outlaws from outside to go south, and similarly, the vast majority of the recruits were those outlaws from the open sea, and the flow of people was much smaller. ”

"Your task is to disguise yourself as a loose cultivator under my command, follow these two general trends, or go south to the White Mountain, or east to the open sea, join the forces of all parties, and then act according to orders. Be a stinking fly of our Chu family......"

After Gu Si finished speaking, his eyes looked around the scene and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Ahem, can you quit?" asked a person in the corner who immediately raised his hand.

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just a mole, it's hard to get ahead in your life, and you have to keep your head on your trouser belt all the time" There are also people who shrank in the crowd and said in a weird way.

"Before leaving, I think the heads of your families have already explained it once, this kind of task is important, don't expect to leave when you come, since you are willing to come, you must have been mentally prepared, and it will be too late to regret it at this time......"

Gu Si's elegant and warm face suddenly became gloomy and cold, and when he looked around the field again, no one had anything to say.

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