, Bai Zi settled down, a big dragon was slaughtered in the plate, and someone's laughter sounded from the pavilion, "Hahaha, Brother Gong, you lost again."

The monk Zhibai had already won firmly, so he stood up and proudly reached out to a small red pill bottle placed beside the chessboard.

"Hmph, why are you anxious to have another plate? The bet will be the same, how about it?"

The loser on the other side refused, stopped the hand that reached out, stared at the other party with his only one-eye, with a horrifying look.

Unexpectedly, this man who was called 'Brother Gong, was so serious. "Why are you..." The winner was amused and crying. "All of us are foundation-building monks at least. You and my family are family friends again. A game of chess is a small lottery, why make it so ugly? Forget it, I don't want the lottery anymore. I won't play this chess anymore."

After saying "Goodbye", he bowed his hand and left with his sword.

"The bastard looks down on me"

The one-eyed monk looked at the other party's departure back and was so angry that he cursed and put away the little red pill bottle, turned his hand and swept all the chessboards and pieces on the table, then threw the tea sets all over the floor, stepping them into pieces of porcelain pieces. He vented in the pavilion for a long time, and then sat down dejectedly, turned his head and stared at the distant mountains, without saying anything.

He sat like a puppet until the next morning, until an old woman appeared in the morning light, "Gong Hu, you are over a hundred years old, why are you still like a child?" He came to his senses after seeing the mess in the pavilion, and he scolded him loudly. He did not answer, but reached out and gently stroked the empty left eye socket. There was a scar from his forehead to his cheek, which could not heal even as a monk.

"Oh" Seeing him like this, the old woman couldn't feel angry anymore, and she looked unbearable and advised: "I was thinking about the mountains and I was born and died for my mother's family, but my husband died. You have no hope, I..."

"What does the old almanac mention?"

Gong Hu, who was poked into the pain, bounced up from the chair and waved his arm very heavily, "My Gong family is a vassal of Southern Chu. I have been moving south for two hundred years without worries. What's the point of selling my life when I think about it?"

"Huh? Don't you understand this very well? Why are you still so decadent?"

When the old woman heard this, she chuckled softly. She was covered in silver hair and was calm and composed, with her face as pretty and cute as a young man. If Qi Xu was present, she would definitely recall the genius girl of the Chu family who made him excited on the way south.

"I just..."

Gong Hu's eyes kept wandering in the distant mountains, "I just don't know what the meaning of continuing the rest of my life besides the road."

"You're just idle"

The old woman angrily said, "There are so many things in the clan, and no one can pass the time? Otherwise, you will travel far and wide, make friends with fellow travelers, and you can also collide with opportunities. If you don't help, you can take a few more wives and concubines at home and be a rich man and spread the incense to my Gong family."

She said a lot, and Gong Hu just shook her head and kept saying it was boring.

"Get it."

He did not bother to persuade him anymore, so he took out a silver-gray mask and threw it over, "I have seen it long ago. You don't want to do serious things, or do you want to go to this business that is licking blood from the edge of a knife?"

"oh?"

Gong Hu was excited and took the mask and looked carefully. Sure enough, he showed an interest.

Qiyuncheng, Chuqin shop.

Gong Hu walked in without rushing to do a good job, but wandered around the store first.

The store is remote and naturally not large in size, and the goods sold are very mixed. Most monks who go shopping along the way don’t enter. Even if they come in, they just glance at them and leave. Only those who look at them are old customers, and they are familiar with the news of new goods and are slowly looking through the shelves.

"I heard that every cultivation city has a small shop like this, and Chu Qinmen is doing well."

Although the shop was a little cold, Gong Hu's heart was still sour. He was also a vassal of Southern Chu. Not only did the Gong family move south early, but his strength was countless times higher than that of the Chu Qinmen. As a result, over a hundred years, he had already fallen to the point where he wanted to help the Chu Qinmen carry sedan chairs and work hard.

"It's the blame that my Gong family was divided into the west, with nothing to do on all sides, and there was no pressure at all. The Heihe River east of Chu Qinmen was said to be a dangerous place. It has been fighting with people for years. If you can break out, it is naturally a human-eating tiger. The so-called birth in distress and death in happiness is nothing more than that."

Just as he was thinking about his thoughts, a monk in blue shirt who had already achieved the foundation-building was coming towards him. He had a middle-aged appearance and was elegant and extraordinary. He leaned into his ear and whispered: "This guest, please come here..."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the door opening towards the inner hall.

Gong Hu knew that his identity had been seen through and stopped procrastinating, so he hurriedly followed him in.

When he arrived at the inner hall, the monk Qingshan was waiting inside. He stretched out his hand and made a begging action. Gong Hu handed over the silver-gray mask given by Chu Zhuangyuan. After a brief test, the monk Qingshan handed it back and signaled to put it on. He also stretched out his index finger to the mouth and made a gesture to silence. Then he took out a token and shook it. Several lights lit up somewhere on the ground, showing a corridor leading to the underground.

Following the other party's guidance, Gong Hu put on a mask and followed the other party silently, walked through the corridor, and then came to the destination of the trip, an underground hall through a very exquisitely designed fantasy array.

There was no decoration in the hall, only many futons were placed on the ground. Seven or eight people arrived first, and they all wore masks. They didn't know their identities and sat in the lower heads in two rows, not talking to each other.

"please……"

The monk in green clothes pointed to a seat, and Gong Hu went over and sat down, imitating others' appearance, looking at his nose, looking at his nose, and waiting quietly.

The monks in the green clothes were leading one by one, and the number of people in the field increased. After about twenty people sat, he cleared his throat and sang: "The leader of Chu Qin Sect, let's go..."

Some of the high-level Qi training students appeared on the scene, and they were basically foundation-building monks. When they heard that the Jindan monks arrived, they cheered up and sat upright, not daring to be negligent at all.

Gong Hu met Qi Xiu when he participated in the Battle of Siguoshan, but the light of that battle was almost entirely concentrated on Chu Hongshang, the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. Even Chu Wen from the Qiyun Chu family was much more outstanding than Qi Xiu. To be honest, he had no deep impression on Qi Xiu.

The second time I saw Qi Xiu, he didn't even show his face. He walked slowly to the top with the silver-gray mask like everyone else, and sat down slowly. Everyone did not feel the pressure of seeing other Jindan monks at all. But when he was swept by his eyes, it seemed that a breeze was blowing in the depths of his heart, and he suddenly felt like he was seen through everything and had nowhere to hide.

"sharp……"

Gong Hu has a deeper understanding of this hero in Baishan who worked for him.

"I'm sorry for letting everyone meet in this place in this way."

Qi Xiu did not say anything greetings, but said it like he was chatting with a friend. The voice was very light and nice, but he seemed to be inactive and very tired. Gong Hu kept a little attention and secretly observed the color of the long beard exposed on the lower edge of the other party. It was indeed white, like the kind that only an elderly person had.

"To be honest, I'm a little pessimistic about this world..." Qi Xiu continued: "The enemy who fights for life, the covetous covetousness, the relatives and disciples who only know how to ask for, the fellows who forget their righteousness when seeing profit, even the wise and kind elders who are respected, the kind and kind elders, are all just scattering flies, waiting for the egg that can reveal their true face."

"Ahem"

Qi Xiu bent down and coughed violently for a while, "Please forgive my pessimism. In my opinion, everyone, every family and sect, can regard him as an egg. Some have rotted from the inside, some have cracked a lot of gaps, some have just knocked a small hole, some are about to be smashed into pieces. Of course, there are also very few perfect people who can wait until the day of hatching into creatures arrives, have the power to truly control fate, transcend free luck, and reach another world, and get rid of the flies here..."

He said a lot, and everyone was confused when they heard it, "I called everyone in a mysterious way, just to hear you complain?" Gong Hu said in his heart.

Qi Xiu seemed to hear the complaints in people's hearts, and the topic changed, "I asked the Chu family that you all borrowed from, most of them came from the vassals of the two Chu families. I chose you, one because you were in person, and the other because you were reliable. Gu sighed..."

His head of jaw signaled that the monk in the green shirt sitting beside him followed the order and took out a large map from the storage bag and shook it open in front of everyone.

"So this person is called Gu Tan?" Gong Hu recalled in his heart. When he thought about the battle of Mount Gu, he heard someone say that he was Chu Qin's planner, but in that battle, he didn't seem to see the figure of this planner.

"If you think of Nan Chu and Chu Qin as an egg..." Qi Xiu pointed to the territory of Nan Chumen and Chu Qinmen in the map, "Our enemy is the stinky fly..." He gestured in a general way in Baishan Qi Yun, "They spy on our news, win over our friends, ambush and assassinate, frame and frame them, and do everything they can. Even if they are not able to deal with us now, it is only temporary. They have never given up on the idea of ​​destroying us for a moment and continue to work hard for it. But what about us?"

"We have been passively dancing with them. The soldiers come and the generals are blocking them. Water comes and the soil is covered. In the mountains, Shuangchu and Chu Qin have lost thousands of lives. What they have won is just a short peace. They usually live as usual, and at most they are just inquiries about the movements of the other party. If this continues, maybe one day, when our eggs appear in a gap, the flies will rush up and attack wildly until they swallow us..."

"Who dares to say that this egg in this world will not have any gaps?"

"No, so I think, it's better for us to be flies, come to the enemy's eggs, and find ways to create gaps without gaps. If there is gap, try to expand it desperately. Eliminate our enemies before they can destroy us. Using this method to seek a way out, it seems to be more active and stable. This is the purpose of my visit to you."

"Gu Tan, please tell me what happened later..." After saying a long list of words, Qi Xiu seemed to be really tired. He supported himself with his elbow and lay down halfway down.

Gu Tan expressed it more directly and specifically, "Please look..." He drew a line between the sea outside Baishan Mountains on the map along the [Haidongcheng] [Qidongcheng] [Qinancheng] [Heihefang] [Qifucheng]. "The Baishan is in chaos, and all parties have fought for years, resulting in the emergence of monks, mainly two mobile routes of casual cultivators."

"One is that the Baishan monks went north to escape the war. Since there is a righteous sect like [Mingbai Mountain] and [Jixia City] to the west of Qiyun, it is difficult for Baishan scattered cultivators to survive, so most of them went to the outer sea. This one had a large flow of people. The other one was just the other. In order to supplement the losses of the monks, all parties in the Baishan melee began to recruit desperate monks from outside to go south. Similarly, the vast majority of those who were recruiting the desperate monks were recruiting the desperate monks from outside, and this one had a much smaller flow of people."

"Your task is to disguise yourself as a casual cultivator under my dispatch, follow these two major trends, either go south to Baishan, or go east to the outer sea, join various forces, and then act obediently. Be a stinky fly in our Chu family..."

After Gu Tan finished speaking, he looked around the venue and asked, "Do you understand?"

"Well, can you quit?" someone in the corner immediately raised his hand and asked.

"To put it bluntly, isn't it just a traitor? It's hard to make a comeback in your life. You have to keep your head on your belt at all times." Someone was huddled in the crowd and spoke sarcastically.

"Before leaving, I think the heads of your families have already assigned this kind of important task. Don't expect to leave when you come. Since you are willing to come, you must have been mentally prepared. It would be too late to regret it at this time..."

Gu Tanru's elegant and gentle expression suddenly became sinister and cold. When he surrounded the field of view again, no one had any more words.
Chapter completed!