Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

As the red sun sinks to the west, crows and magpies chirp.

The twilight came from outside the distant mountains, and the tall and ancient city walls changed colors silently, from blue gray to dark ocher for a while.

In the shadow cast by the house, a tall young man wearing a black half-face mask was striding towards a civil letter bureau.

This person is Gu Xu.

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

This is his titular fiefdom, and it has some fate with him.

But when he saw the wanted notices 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 "unnecessary" treason by Emperor Tianxing, the entire Daqi Dynasty regarded him as an enemy, and was heavily guarded everywhere, taking various measures to search for his traces.

Fortunately, Luo Si 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 swaggeringly on the street.

Therefore, in the recent period of time, he wore a mask during the day, and as long as his true energy was full, he would manipulate the "star disk" and build a space channel to travel.

At night, in order to avoid side effects, he hid in an uninhabited deep mountain forest, took off his mask, and rested quietly.

Since he lost all the elixirs on his body and did not dare to obtain new elixirs in the territory of the Great Qi Dynasty, he has not practiced for a long time, and can only rely on rest to slowly recover his true energy.

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

"It's right in the book," Gu Xu thought silently in his heart, "In Dahuang's practice system, the higher the realm, the more important the comprehension of 'Tao'."

According to the book, the essence of the fourth stage "Wangxiang Terrace" is to look back at the mortal world, experience the world of mortals, fireworks, and all the flavors of life; while the fifth stage "Mengpo Pavilion" needs to break the fetters and escape from the mortal world.

In order to "transcendence", Daqi monks have come up with various methods - such as closing the dead gate, such as self-torture and penance, such as long-distance travel and experience... and the simplest and most widely recognized "cut seven" Affection".

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

But his recent experience——

From the glory to the bottom, lost the status and honor, but also severed many original social relations.

Undoubtedly, it quietly coincides with the profound meaning of "Meng Poting".

It can be said that "misfortune comes with blessings, and blessings come with misfortunes".

It can be regarded as a little comfort for him in this fugitive life where enemies are everywhere and the future is uncertain.

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

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

There was a knife case in the package, and Shi Xiaohan's "Kunwu knife" was contained in the knife case.

On the day of the "Luoshui Conference", because Shi Xiaohan was injured and unable to move, Gu Xu temporarily kept this weapon for her.

He originally planned to go to her mansion after the battle and return the "Kun Wu Dao" to her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the two separated, Gu Xu changed from the leader of the conference that everyone was looking forward to to a traitor who was wanted by the whole country.

Running is important.

Under the heavy pursuit of the Daqi court, Gu Xu did not dare to risk his life to go to Luojing Shizhai.

But, soon, Shi Xiaohan will also enter the fourth realm.By then, the "Kun Wu Dao" will most likely become her natal item.

Gu Xu didn't want her practice progress to be delayed.

Therefore, he could only choose to send the "Kunwu Knife" to Shi Xiaohan through "express delivery".

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

There are "official posts" set up by the imperial court, which are used to provide rest and lodging places for officials who go out to work, and can also pass documents and transport materials through special formations.

There are also privately established "Credit Bureaus" - which are privately operated and provide ordinary people with paid mail and parcel services, 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 did he wear a mask, but he also used karmic spells to disguise his identity.

He once learned a lot of knowledge related to the Dao of Karma from Kongxuan Sanren.

In the Dao of Karma, everyone's name can be understood as a special talisman, which represents his identity and is also a way for others to know him.

If you borrow someone else's name using the art of cause and effect, you can temporarily pretend to be someone else's identity, even if you don't change your appearance, you can still make people unrecognizable.

For example, Kongxuan Sanren once borrowed the name of his neighbor Wu Qilang with karmic magic, and spent a good night with Wu Qilang's wife—for a whole night, that beautiful woman firmly believed that Kongxuan Sanren was her s husband.

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

Although he is only a small official, he is also a real practitioner after all, a one-in-a-million existence among all living beings in the wilderness.

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

The operator is a young man in a shirt with a haggard face.

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

When Gu Xu said, "The addressee is Shi Lei from Qianhu, Laizhou Prefecture", the young man in the shirt couldn't help but look at him with wide eyes. The senior staff got involved.

Afterwards, Gu Xu paid the "wine power" (postage) and the most expensive "number gold" (insurance money), and urged the other party to hand over the package to Shi Lei, and never lose it.

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

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

It was getting dark.

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

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

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When Gu Xu was walking on the street, a thin storyteller in a long linen gown was standing by the window on the second floor of the teahouse, shaking a cattail fan while casually watching Gu Xu's fading away. back view.

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: "The story I just told about the imperial court convicts , Do you want to continue listening, gentlemen?"

Everyone present had already whetted their appetites.

They all urged the storyteller to speak quickly instead of dawdling.

"The fugitive I just mentioned, with the help of others and a little bit of luck, escaped from the court's arrest and escaped from the capital," the storyteller said lazily, waving his fan lightly, "this The prisoner was extremely cautious. Not only did he wear a mask to hide his appearance, but he also used a lot of gaudy talismans and spells to interfere with divination and block the secrets of heaven.

"If there are no accidents, he should be able to sneak out of the country without a sound, and from then on, the sea is wide and the sky is high.

"Unfortunately, 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 mountains and forests.

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

"The man looks like he is a small official from the Exorcism Division. The small official was seriously injured, bleeding from his body, and his face was pale. He is mediocre. The ghosts in front of him are obviously not capable of dealing with them. Yes. He felt that he might die here today.

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

"The fugitive sighed, and walked out of the restriction of hiding. In an understatement, these ghosts were wiped out.

"The little official of the Exorcist Department stared blankly at his savior, and was about to thank him.

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

"—Your story is too outrageous." At this moment, a grumpy customer in the teahouse slammed the table and interrupted the storyteller, "According to what you said, this fugitive has a high level of cultivation, and Be cautious, how could his mask be easily dropped to the ground by a gust of wind?

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

"Guest officer, you need to understand," the storyteller smiled and said calmly, "It is true that we need to pay attention to rationality in making up stories, but the reality is unreasonable.

"The story I'm telling isn't fiction, it's something that actually happened.

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

"Then what happened next?" Another guest urged, "After the fugitive's mask fell off, his identity should be exposed, right? Is the little official planning to report to the officials, or is he planning to cover up his savior?"

The storyteller said mysteriously: "If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

After finishing speaking, he left the cursing audience and walked down the steps to the teahouse.

Outside the door of the teahouse, he met an old man with a white beard in a dark blue Taoist robe and holding a whisk.

As soon as the two met, there were smiles on their faces at the same time, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths were exactly the same.

"I didn't expect that kid Gu Xu to be on the opposite side of the Daqi court," said the old man with white beard. "It's really interesting to see him hiding all day, like a mouse seeing a cat."

"Now, Gu Xu has left the scope of the 'Dragon Formation' and escaped the protection of the court," the storyteller said, "We can deal with him. Last time he destroyed our altar and destroyed our carefully prepared For the promotion plan, he has to pay a little price."

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

"Gu Xu's talent is indeed high, but Emperor Daqi is not an ordinary practitioner. We don't need to do anything, he will be cleaned up by the emperor sooner or later."

"But what if even the emperor falls into that boy's hands?" A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a gloomy temperament sitting on the threshold interjected.

He was wearing an old coarse cloth shirt, and he was carrying a wooden frame on his shoulders. Several mice were jumping on the wooden frame.

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

"But I think it's hard to relieve the hatred in my heart if I don't do it myself." The storyteller sighed and frowned.

"Then let's vote," the white-bearded old man made a decision, "call all clones together and hold a meeting. The minority obeys the majority."

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