Chapter 434 Ten Miles of Red Makeup
“In addition, the mask Luo Chuan 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, and it can Blocks 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 crude camouflage effect on the mask is like a film that can be broken by a 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," the hunchbacked old man said, "That guy in Luochuan talks about being an emperor. He says that all the spells he masters were taught by Emperor Ziwei. . According to what he said, what if Emperor Ziwei had a whim and gave him an enlightenment one day? ”
"Then once we crack Emperor Ziwei's spell, can we be famous 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 a person is, We all 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 eat at a street restaurant. hot pot.
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 Lid and add charcoal to the bottom of the pot to heat.
Wait for a while and a hot pot of food will be ready.
But hot pot is more suitable for winter.
Eating this stuff in the summer made Gu Xu sweat profusely from the heat.
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.
Same 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 the hot pot meal, 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 chair, 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 whole team is majestic and magnificent. Looking from a distance, it looks like a long dragon wearing a big red robe.
From the comments of passers-by, 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 the house on Jinyu Lane in Yanqingfang amidst the cheers of the Luojing crowd. Di.
Then the bridal chamber is filled with flowers and candles, and the fish and water are happy.
How come you have been a virgin for two lifetimes until now?
The snow girl also stared blankly at the procession of sending off her bride.
As a young lady from a well-known family, like many sisters in the clan, she also dreamed of one day being able to marry her own man with the most beautiful appearance in her life when she was a child. The wishful husband.
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 the "Jinghong Pen", the attitudes of others changed another 180 degrees.
The tribe 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 of others in 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, "Do you want to be that bride?"
"I...I didn't..." Yuki Ono denied with a stumble.
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?
Whose groom is the official?
Is it that Jiange disciple who likes delicious food?
The snow girl suddenly sat up straight and stared at him.
It’s a pity that she doesn’t like and is not good at asking about other people’s personal affairs.
She considered the words over and over again 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 party.
But the more I think about it, the more awkward it becomes.
In the end, she swallowed the 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 just a luxury. Where is the chance of getting 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.
While speaking, 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 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 admit it , the snow girl's strength is growing really fast.
Before he solved the case of Lu’s haunted 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 monsters, then the Snow Girl must be the most dazzling one.
But Emperor Tianxing is not an ordinary monk.
He holds the key to the "prison" - the "Tai'a Sword" 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, 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.
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.
PS: Happy Lantern Festival to everyone!
(End of this chapter)