Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

As early as when there were only sacred trees and no fairy capital in the world, there were already many monks in the world. But at that time, the monks had their own ways and always lived alone. There are few gatherings and no system.

At that time, the southwest area was dominated by foreign arts, and the monks there mostly studied puppets, poisonous medicine, and strange magic formations. In the north, the area from Taiyin Mountain to Mianzhou Wuduanhai is freezing cold, so the monks often delve into the art of refining elixirs with fire, cultivating pans and cultivating spells. There were many wars in the southeast, and later monks tended to use weapons and swords to enter the Taoism.

Fighting with swords and swords inevitably involves competition. In addition, there are many towns in the southeast, and the contacts between monks are getting deeper and deeper. The earliest sects started here.

Among those sects, two have lasted for hundreds of years and have become quite famous among the immortal sects of later generations. One of those two families is the Feng family from Mengdu, and the other is the Hua family from Chunban City.

Later generations only know that these two immortal sects are not far apart, and they are considered family friends and have close contacts. But few people know that these two families were actually the same family at the beginning.

The first ancestors of the Feng family and the Hua family worshiped the same monk and practiced swordsmanship with each other. Speaking of which, they can be regarded as senior brothers.

Although they come from the same sect, their minds are completely different, so that the swordsmanship they learned are two completely different methods - one side is full of sharpness, and the other side is as gentle as water.

The Hua family is the latter.

And because they are from the same sect, the brothers have their own families. After establishing their own sects, they will inevitably be mentioned and compared - whose family is more famous, whose cultivation level is higher, and whose disciples are outstanding.

But at that time, the Hua family was inconspicuous, and no matter which family it was compared with, it was at a disadvantage.

When practitioners mention Huajia, the most common comment they make is mediocre talent.

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After several generations and hundreds of years, an exception finally appeared in the mediocre flower family.

He was the eldest son of the head of the Hua family, and his name only had the word xin in it. He showed his excellent skills at a young age. While other disciples were still struggling to memorize sword moves and could not hold their swords steadily, he was already able to fight with the elders with a long branch.

And he was not yet seven years old.

At that time, there were often rumors in the world about so-and-so being smart and talented when they were young, but not so good when they were older.

For the Hua family, having been judged as mediocre for hundreds of years, they finally met such a genius. Naturally, they couldn't relax for a moment, lest the genius become that mediocre.

Therefore, the beginning of the cross-examination about Ming Wu Xian’s first flower letter was many repetitive and monotonous memories——

The disciples of the Hua family all practice in the disciple hall. The other children of the family master are no different from the disciples and often play around in the house. He is the only one who is placed in the high pavilion next to the sword field.

The high pavilion has several floors, with a meditation room on the first floor, a study room on the first floor, and a medicine hall and living couch below. Before Weiguan, he only practiced every day. Except for the worship ceremony at the end of each year, he almost never left the high pavilion.

The owner of the house never allows other people to come near here to avoid making noise.

In those years, the person he met the most was a gentleman who taught magic circles and Fontaine. It is said that the gentleman has a harsh temper and always has a straight face, so he has two deep wrinkles next to his nose, which makes him very difficult to get along with.

It is said that hearing a compliment from him is harder than reaching heaven, but his admonishment never leaves his lips. But in the high pavilion of Hua's house, it was just the opposite. He never gave a single admonishment.

At first, he often couldn't help but praise, saying that Hua Xin was indeed a good seedling once in a century and extremely intelligent. Later, this kind of praise could not change over and over again, and gradually became less and less.

Later, the gentleman would occasionally look sad and sigh for no reason.

Hua Xin rarely interfered with other people's affairs, so he often heard sighs in his ears, but kept copying the formation book and the prescription.

It wasn't until one time that the gentleman's eyes were so candid that he stopped writing, raised his head and asked, Sir, are you sighing because of me?

The other party said for a long time: I see that all the disciples of the Hua family practice in the disciple hall. When they work hard, they also joke and play. Only the eldest son, you have been here since you were a child. You have never relaxed in your daily practice. Will you be angry?

Hua Xin said calmly: I was occasionally lazy when I was young, but it never happened again later.

The teacher added: I often reprimand some disciples for not working hard. Now that you are here, I would like to advise you to take a break and play and relax occasionally.

Hua Xin said: Sir, please bother me.

As he said this, he calmly withdrew his eyes and started writing again.

But the gentleman was stunned for a while, and couldn't help it anymore, so he asked him: The eldest son is practicing so hard because of the comments from outsiders, is he trying to gain reputation for the Hua family?

Hua Xin was slightly stunned.

Before he answered, the gentleman understood: It seems not. Why is that? Monks always want something, but I never seem to see it in you.

Hua Xin: What do the monks want?

The husband said: Most people want to live forever. What about you?

Hua Xin: I never thought about it.

He has just reached the weak crown, but he is not afraid of life and death.

The gentleman said: I guess that's the case too. People have to be reluctant to let go before they can seek immortality.

He added: There are still some people who practice to protect a certain person or a few people. Is there anyone you particularly want to protect, Sir?

Hua Xin said: No.

He has been living in isolation since he was a child, and even his kinship is very superficial. He has only interacted with others for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to it.

If evil and dark things come to attack, he will naturally take action to stop him, whether it is for the sake of the Hua family

Or the cars, horses and pedestrians passing by on the street. But to say that we practice for this is really out of the question.

Not to mention the person you really want to protect.

Seeing the worried look on his husband's face, he said slowly: If it is to protect a certain person or a few people, then the way is too short.

This was the first time that Mr. Xiang heard him talk about Tao, and he became less worried and asked, Oh?

Hua Xin said: If the person you really want to protect is gone, what should they do? Just let it go, or find some support?

The gentleman nodded: Indeed.

The gentleman hesitated and asked: Then... what do you think, the eldest son?

Hua Xin thought for a while and said: As long as there is no one who particularly wants to protect, and there is no extremely desired thing, then everyone in the world can do anything, and naturally there will be no chance of a collapse.

The husband looked at him and didn't know how to judge for a moment.

After a long time, the husband said: It makes sense. I hope you continue to be like this, then it will be a good thing and you can achieve great success.

He paused and then stopped talking.

Hua Xin has always known that there is a second half to that sentence. Since there is It is a good thing that it has always been like this, then there should be What if it suddenly changes one day. But he didn't care at the time. Because for him, the first half of the sentence is enough. The latter has nothing to do with him.

***

The first half of this gentleman's sentence is quite accurate.

Hua Xin achieved great success in practice at a young age, and after the weak crown, he no longer stayed in the high cabinet all day long. He has a very high status in the Hua family, sometimes even surpassing the head of the family, but he rarely interferes in the affairs of the sect.

He often travels abroad and does a lot of work, but his interactions with people remain the same, and he always stops at the drop of a hat.

Over the decades, he has gradually transformed from the eldest son of the Hua family into an expert and senior. But when someone mentions an old friend in front of him, the first thing he thinks of is the person who taught him the formation back then. Mr. Fahe Danfang.

Perhaps it was because that gentleman once had a serious conversation with him.

He has also kept in touch with that gentleman, not much, just occasional text messages.

In those years, the Hua family became quite famous because of him.

But he didn't care.

Some people would also mention some of the Feng family's situation in front of him. It is said that the Feng family has an outstanding youngster who is quite talented, but it is a pity that he got married and had children just after he reached the weak crown, and his cultivation was neglected. What's even more regrettable is that I heard that the two children died two days ago.

Huaxin happened to pass through Mengdu City that day and glanced at the Feng family from a distance.

There were pale lanterns hanging in the huge mansion, and the junior who was said to be quite talented was seeing off guests. He was almost completely naked.

That was the first time he saw a cultivator so depressed because of a matter of life and death.

***

It's not that Hua Xin can't understand life and death. On the contrary, in those years of traveling abroad, he has seen countless separations and separations of life and death. He can understand why those people are grieving, and he is occasionally touched by them.

But his nature is such that even when he is touched, he is always on point, never overdoing it, and never losing his composure.

This temperament has lasted for a long time.

Later, the sacred trees in the human world no longer existed, and there was an immortal capital above the sky. He was fortunate enough to become one of the first immortals to ascend, and even sat on the position of the Immortal Head of Lingtai. The touch of just click and stop was even shallower.

Because when he looked at the world from now on, he saw countless blurry faces instead of a single crying person.

He once thought that he would never be touched by someone's pain again, but one day, he suddenly received a human letter.

The talisman used in the letter had a faint smell of elixir, which was very familiar to Hua Xin.

The gentleman who once taught him formation elixirs and whom he regarded as an old friend always sent him news, and the talisman paper he used had this smell.

Later, the gentleman passed away. Before his death, he sent him a last letter, saying that his only daughter was still alive and she didn't know whether she would be well off in the future. She asked him to help her take a look when he went to the human world occasionally.

The husband's only daughter lives in the royal capital and is married to the envoy of Wentianliao. At that time, Wentianliao was responsible for divination and Wen Tianji, and the offerings were the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai.

Hua Xin accepted Mr. Danfang's entrustment and occasionally went to the human world. After coming and going, he became a fairy friend as the envoys honored him.

The letter he received that day came from the envoy and his wife.

It's just that the letter went through a lot of twists and turns, and when it got into his hands, it was completely different -

The couple who were envoys were framed and killed, and their only son was no longer in the royal capital, living in the mountains with the refugees.

In those years, the Immortal City was at its peak, but the world was not at peace.

The evil spirits are very rampant in the mountains and wilds. If a child without magic skills wanders among them, he may not even have any bones left.

Hua Xin expected this, but he still went down to the human world.

In the mountains, he met the only son left behind by the envoy couple. He was blind in one eye, lame in one leg, and looked at him with blood all over his face and body.

He thought the young man would cry because of pain, fear, or grievance.

Most of the mortals he saw would cry out at such times. But the other party didn't.

The young man just looked at him with red eyes, and then bit his hand hard.

After an unknown number of years, he finally saw clearly the face of a certain person in the world.

The silent biting with red eyes actually touched him more than the howling.

I don’t know if it’s because of “old friends”

Yuanyuan, it was because the bites and blood on his hands made him feel the other person's venting and pain.

So, for the first time in his life, he explained: The spiritual platform has its own heavenly rules, and I cannot interfere in those human affairs.

He has always been rarely touched and not good at comforting.

But that day, when he watched the young man slowly let go of his mouth and kept silent while his lame leg was shaking, he still said a few words of comfort.

It's just that he is really not good at this, so he can only talk about distracting gossip. He even gave him a name, Yun Hai.

***

When she was still in the mortal world, Hua Xin heard a saying that if you want to be more deeply involved with something, give it a name.

He has a plain nature, so he never thinks that a name can make any difference.

He really didn't show any difference - he took the young man named Yun Hai to Hua's house.

In those years, the Hua family would often take in some homeless children. The disciple hall would have food, clothing, and tutors, so everything would naturally be arranged. It's the same when Yun Hai is gone. From now on, his whole life will be at the mercy of fate, and he won't need to worry about it anymore.

At most, he would occasionally visit the human world like Mr. Dan Yao asked him to do.

Everything is as it should be.

However, when he left the Hua family, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yun Hai's expression - the young man looked at the sword-practicing disciples of the Hua family with burning desire in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered what his husband said back then: Monks always want something.

He knew that what the young man wanted at this moment was definitely not immortality, nor was it to protect a certain person, because his family was ruined and he had no one to protect him. What surged in those eyes was only revenge and hatred.

How long can hatred last? What happens after revenge is taken?

What if we stop after taking revenge? What if we can't stop? And he has seen a lot of people in the world who can't stop bleeding.

He didn't want that boy to become one of them.

So before he left, he told the Hua family not to give Yun Hai a sword or teach him any techniques.

The head of the Hua family at the time was stunned when he heard this, and looked at him in surprise. But in the end, the head of the family didn't dare to say anything, and just asked: If he doesn't practice swordsmanship or martial arts, what does he do every day?

Hua Xin said: Let's recuperate first.

It wasn't until he returned to Xiandu Palace that Hua Xin suddenly realized at a certain moment why the head of the Hua family was so surprised, because he had unknowingly broken another rule - he was interfering in other people's affairs.

I once taught Mr. Xi that he would sigh three times a day, but he would not ask a single question. Now, he actually told the Hua family how to treat that boy.

This is probably the consequence of taking a name.

Perhaps in order to return to normal, he did not return to the human world for nearly two years after that, and the young man gradually became a being no different from thousands of people in the world.

It wasn't until two years later that he went to Hua's house for business.

The young man climbed down from the wall, jumped into the corridor, grabbed him and called him Master, then pretended to be cool and said: If you regret bringing me back, you can just say it and I will leave on my own. .”

At that time, Yun Haishang had long since recovered, and he had grown a little taller. He had the sharpness and sharpness of a young man. He seemed to be a different person, but in his bones he still had the same spirit as when he was limping, shaking, and biting without making a sound. Strong.

So, Hua Xin gave him another explanation just like before.

***

After a long time, Hua Xin thought about those past events again, and realized that from the beginning, there had been unwarranted exceptions between them.

Every one of his rare, rare and unprecedented experiences fell on this person named Yun Hai, whether it was laughter or anger.

Perhaps it's because there is only one person in the world who regards him as the Master instead of the Mingwu Immortal Head who is tied up in a high cabinet.

He always felt that everything Yun Hai did was done with a natural sense of taken for granted——

Because he is considered the master and Yun Hai is considered the disciple. Naturally, they are closer than other people in Xiandu.

Of course, Yun Hai could enter and leave his residence and place various gadgets in his plain white palace. Of course, I can go to the mourning platform in my free time, ask some innocuous questions, and stay there for most of the day.

If you have done something good, you can certainly ask for some praise from him. If something goes wrong, it's natural to come over and ask for a few scoldings.

Over time, Hua Xin got used to it.

It didn't even need to over time, he seemed to be used to it from the beginning.

***

In fact, habits are the most gentle things like water, like the undercurrent under a flat lake. If the lake surface does not move, you will never be able to detect it.

This is especially true for people with Hua Xin's temperament.

But he wasn't really without trouble.

One day, he was copying spiritual scriptures on a pavilion in the palace. The immortal envoy and the fairy boy were afraid of disturbing him, so they stayed in a side room, far away from the pavilion.

The surroundings were white and colorless, and there was no sound of human beings. There was a faint scent of medicine coming from the alchemy furnace under the pavilion.

He copied a volume, smelled the medicinal fragrance, and suddenly felt a little startled.

For a moment, he almost thought that he was still young and not even a weakling, and was placed far away in a high pavilion beside the Huajia sword field. He had been serving as the benchmark and exception among the Huajia disciples for more than ten years. No one bothered or approached.

Just when he was full of ink, exchanged for a roll of fairy silk, and Pinghu Wubo was about to continue copying, a cyan figure bumped into the peripheral vision.

The figure was holding a bottle of Yucao that could teach people how to speak. While arguing with the Yucao, he walked around the beams of the high pavilion as light as catkins, jumped in, and landed impartially in front of the case. .

Be good, learn to be obedient more, and less annoying. Yun Hai pointed at the Yucao as a warning, then placed the bottle of Yucao with the same color as his clothes on the desk, making a soft clang.

He held the sutra case and said with a smile: Master, are you bored copying sutras? I'll accompany you.

Hua Xin paused with his pen tip and raised his eyes.

The tip of the pen was full of ink, and it didn't know when it dripped onto the fairy silk, melting into a large area.

***

That is actually throwing a stone into Pinghu...

It's a pity that the timing was wrong, it was a bit late.

Because not long after that, Yun Hai was demoted again and again. The incense in the Great Bei Valley was scattered, and there was no worship in the past hundred years. So one day, the cold stars in the sky fell, and the immortal capital lost an immortal who was called Lang Guan.

According to the rules of Lingtai Heavenly Dao, immortals who are knocked down to the human world will be forgotten by the entire immortal capital. No one will remember this person, even if they see something related to him.

All the memories and past related to him are like a thick layer of fog, hazy and unclear.

But Hua Xin is different from others, because in his palace, there are traces of that person everywhere - those spiritual objects that add vitality, and those who shake their heads and say, The Immortal Head has never smiled today. The language grass.

While he was forgetting under the influence of heaven, he would look at the spiritual story grass again and think of the long green shadow that jumped over the railing and crashed into the high pavilion.

That's an extremely contradictory feeling.

It's like someone throwing rocks into a lake repeatedly, flattening the ripples again and again.

He began to often tie himself up in that pavilion and copy scriptures, using the same fairy silk and the same pen. Sometimes even the sky was crimson like that day.

But no matter how many volumes he finished copying, no matter when he paused his pen and raised his head, there would never be that smiling person who fell in front of him as a matter of course.

***

So, he made another exception.

According to the heavenly rules of Lingtai, he could not interfere with the immortals who were knocked down to the human world. But once he went to Hua's house on an excuse and left a talisman at Hua's house to help find traces of that person.

In the echoes of the talisman books of those years, Yun Hailuo actually lived a pretty good life after returning to the human world. He forgot everything about the Immortal Capital and lived an ordinary and peaceful life like thousands of people in the world.

He lived on the edge of Spring Banner City, within the daily range of the Hua Family, and learned some simple spells, but he never entered the Immortal Sect again.

People in the Immortal City do not keep track of years, but Mingwu Immortal Head is an exception. If someone asked him suddenly, he would be able to answer how many years it was in this world without even thinking about it.

Obviously, as the Immortal Chief, he must always guard the mourning platform and rarely have time to go to the human world.

***

Once, Hua Xin thought that such days would last for many years until Yun Hai slowly completed his mortal life in peace.

But this is not the case.

The so-called peace was much shorter than he thought.

One day, he received a letter in the reply of the Hua family's talisman book, saying that when Yun Hai followed the carriage and horse through the Great Bei Valley, he encountered an evil spirit causing trouble. The Hua family was already rushing there, but the danger was probably worse.

A long time ago, when he was still young, Mr. Xi had chatted with him about life and death. He replied at the time: It has its own chance. Short-lived or long-lived lives have their own destiny. I don't care.

Not long ago, he even thought that mortals would have their own birth, old age, illness and death, and Yun Hai could not avoid these.

But when he saw the four words bad luck and bad luck on the talisman book, he realized that what he had said before was all empty talk. Before he could react, he had already fallen straight down to earth with his sword in his hand.

He thought to himself: If Yun Hai still had a trace of vitality, he would rescue him no matter what.

If Yun Hai had died...

At that moment, he was passing through the clouds and smoke above the Great Sadness Valley. It's not even the middle of winter but it's surprisingly cold.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't think about the last what if at all.