Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 433 Forbidden Love
After leaving Jiange, Gu Xu and Xue Nu soon arrived in Longzhou.

The terrain here is vertical and horizontal, with complex ravines, and it is the main traffic route for the Daqi Dynasty to run through the capital and the northwest border.

At Xuenv's pleading, the two tasted local characteristic flower cakes, horseshoe crisps and cold dishes in Longzhou—Xuenv once again shared Gu Xu's senses with the "Jinghong Brush" and experienced the long-lost delicacy in the world.

Perhaps it was because there was a "violent god" by his side, so that the court would not easily attack them when they were not fully prepared.

These days sometimes give Gu Xu an illusion.

It seemed that he was not on the way to escape at all, but was traveling around the wilderness with Xue Nu.

People who meet them will always regard them as lovers or husband and wife.

For example, when they passed by a temple on the outskirts of Longzhou, several young monks stopped in front of them and asked them if the main benefactor wanted a lottery.

Gu Xu wanted to refuse.

His own divination skills are top-notch in the world, and he can predict his fortune by using the astrolabe, which is much more reliable than the signatures in this ruined temple.

Hearing what they said, Xue Nu secretly glanced at Gu Xu, then quickly looked away.She wanted to peek at his expression, but was afraid to meet his gaze.

When Gu Xu's words sounded, she felt that a colorful bubble in her heart was popped with a "bang", and she felt empty and uncomfortable.

"In this world, is there a story more popular than the forbidden love between the human race and the female ghost?"

"Why don't we turn this kid into a clone after we're promoted. In dealing with women, a good-looking skin is still very useful."

It means that they are like a pair of phoenixes soaring in the sky, harmonious and harmonious, and grow old together.

"Heh, to be honest, I'm a little envious of that kid Gu Xu now. Look at the threads of cause and effect on him - the female king of Dayan, the female disciple of Jiange, the female official of the Exorcist Department... so many Beautiful women are deeply attached to him.

"—Shut up," the white-bearded old man interrupted him, "now is not the time to discuss these filthy things."

One is a hunchbacked old man with a face full of dimples.

"If you want to make her release her instincts, the best way is to make something happen to Gu Xu—and it will happen at the hands of the Daqi court."

The little monks smiled and held the sticks.

"Are you so sure that Xue Nu will kill people for Gu Xu?" The gloomy middle-aged man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "When we held the ceremony last time, she was riding an ice crane there to save people."

Gu Xu glanced at the young monks with a half-smile, and said, "In your lottery tube, all the lottery sticks are filled with auspicious marriage lottery, right?"

The young monks also wanted to pretend to be confused, saying that the donors were lucky and they didn't know anything.

"We need to sacrifice one hundred thousand living souls to be promoted to the ghost king," the storyteller continued, "but in this western border of Daqi, we can't find a second nine-baby snake demon sealed underground. The best way to create a large-scale killing is to let Yuki get out of control.

One is a gloomy middle-aged man with a wooden frame on his shoulders, with mice jumping on the wooden frame.

"Yes," the hunchbacked old man interjected, ""The Unofficial History of the Embroidered Couch", "The Amorous History of the Great Chu Taizu", "The Meat Futon", "The Monk of the Light Grass"——"

"Besides, even if Xue Nu refuses to make a move, I will have my back hand to force her to do it." The white-bearded old man cleared his throat, and took out a plain wooden hairpin from his sleeve.

"Gu Xu's thoughts are not important," said the white-bearded old man, "as long as Xue Nu is willing to stand up for him, that's enough."

He nodded, agreed to her request, took out a few copper coins and handed them to the young monk.

But Xue Nu was deeply curious about this.

"It's just a trick to cheat money," he explained, "Most of the people who come to this ruined temple to pray for blessings are young women from Longzhou City, who want to get a good omen for their marriage.

"Actually, she already likes him a little bit," the storyteller said with a chuckle, "otherwise, he wouldn't be pestering him to go to the temple to ask for a marriage lottery. There is no need for us to use karma to force a match.

"But now she has low self-esteem and feels that she, as a ghost, is not worthy of him.

Xue Nu let out a "hmm" and didn't speak.

At this moment, she is obviously very close to Gu Xu.

"To be precise, he doesn't have the guts," the hunchbacked old man commented, "After all, how can any prey take the initiative to get close to its natural enemy?
"And that girl named Shi Xiaohan has already occupied a too important position in his heart. For her, he is not even willing to be the king's husband of Dayan Kingdom."

Xuenv has read poetry and books since she was a child, and knows that this is a homophonic couplet.

"These monks don't know divination, but they know how to do what they like. You can see that their pockets are full of copper coins."

At the end of the road, there were four people standing in the shadows, watching Gu Xu and Xuenv go further and further.

Xue Nu stretched out her white and slender hands, hesitated for a long time, and carefully grabbed one.

It is also a lucky sign.

"She controls the Ice and Snow Avenue, and her slaughter efficiency is much higher than ours.

"What is this?" asked the gloomy middle-aged man.

"I've already written the story," the storyteller said first, "You've all heard it, what do you think?"

Gu Xu ignored them, and lightly patted Xue Nu on the shoulder, signaling her to leave the temple.

The content of the signature is only:
"There are lotus roots because of lotus, and there are apricots without plums."

"It's just that, with the help of Gu Xu's blood, at this stage, she has suppressed her killing instinct and is safely in the town of the human race.

"What we practice is the way of cause and effect," said the storyteller, "if the stories we write are widely circulated, then the power of our spells will be even stronger.

But for some reason, in her perception, it seemed to be separated by a world.

It's like a child pestering his parents to buy toys.

One is an old man with a white beard in a dark blue robe.

One is a storyteller holding a cattail fan.

"You just play with mice all day long, and you even forgot such an important thing," the white-bearded old man cast a contemptuous glance at the gloomy middle-aged man, "This is Lu Shiyao who committed suicide by jumping off a cliff that year. When we turned her into a ghost with the 'Zhaoming Forbidden Technique', we also made this thing a tool to control her.

"I just asked you to find a way to get them to cooperate with me to complete the ceremony," the old man with white beard said calmly, "I didn't expect you to spend so much pen and ink to match their love."

The little monks congratulated her again and again, saying that she had won the lottery, and wished her a happy marriage with Mr. Wang for a hundred years and an early birth to a son.

She tugged on Gu Xu's sleeve, lowered her head, pursed her lips, and stood at the gate of the ruined temple, refusing to go any further.

Gu Xu also grabbed a tag at random, which read "It means the phoenix is ​​flying, and the harmony is singing."

Gu Xu didn't expect that a female ghost with the power of a saint would have a day of acting coquettishly to him-although her expression was still cold and her temperament was still calm when she was acting coquettishly, but compared to the few days when we just met, it has been much worse. There is a lot of human breath.

"As long as the hairpin is broken off, her remaining humanity will completely disappear, and she will become a irrational ghost who can only kill indiscriminately."

"You're right." The gloomy middle-aged man nodded.

"But Gu Xu doesn't seem to be tempted by her." The gloomy middle-aged man said.

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"Then why don't we use this thing directly?" The gloomy middle-aged man frowned, "Why do we need to spend so much effort to write stories and scripts?"

"To this day, Snow Maiden is still the most perfect work we have created," the old man with white beard said slowly, "her remaining humanity is the unique essence of this work. If possible, I don't want to destroy her easily .

"Besides, as long as we write this story well and make it a reality smoothly, then our accomplishments in the Dao of Karma will be improved to a higher level.

"Remember, before the promotion ceremony is completed, we can be choreographers, audiences, but definitely not actors on stage."

(End of this chapter)