Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Hua Zhaoting and the disciples of the Hua family were also blocked by the wind and snow barrier outside the courtyard.

Xiao Fuxuan was about to remove the barrier when he heard the words and stopped: No?

Doctor Wusheng looked solemn: Don't let him hear.

Does your homeowner also have a problem?

He's very close to me, it's been a long time, and it's deeply ingrained, so don't be alarmed.

Wu Xingxue glanced at him with only a mouthful of remnants left: How long has it been?

Doctor Wusheng was silent, and after a while he said softly, It's been more than 20 years.

He first realized that something was wrong with him, more than twenty years ago.

***

On that day, Yi Wusheng took his disciple A Yao to serve a batch of newly refined medicines in Qingxintang.

There are many kinds of medicinal herbs that people in Xianmen love to use, but there are only a few kinds that everyone prepares - those that increase cultivation, prolong life, heal wounds, save lives, and even save lives. The rest of the elixir, which are so bizarre and so many that their names are incomplete, are made by each sect and used for their own use, and they have some sect characteristics.

The Dreamless Pill refined by Yiwusheng is unique to Taohuazhou.

He made this medicine because that year, the Great Compassion Valley, the main road outside Yuyang City, frequently happened, and the common people or Xianjia disciples passing there could not see the slightest abnormality when they came out of the valley, but it would happen within three days. Something weird-

Something similar to a puppet mark appeared on the back of their necks for no reason, and they often felt itchy, but couldn't find a specific place, so they couldn't help scratching around. Some people end up with heartburn like crazy, scratching their flesh and blood all over themselves.

Another problem is sleepwalking. When they go to sleep at night, they will dream that they are very hungry and look for food everywhere. After searching for an unknown time, they finally saw the pavement. They sat down and ate, chewing their mouths full of fresh juice.

When I suddenly woke up from the dream, I found that I was really holding something in my hand, and I really ate it all night. Some hold fruits and vegetables, some hold raw fish and meat, and some... hold people.

This state is almost the same as that of an evil demon, so the major immortals can't let it go.

They sent people to investigate carefully, trying to figure out why. But it's useless to be careful. Most of the people who go there will be recruited, and there are only a handful of people who are lucky enough to be safe.

The one who suffered the most tragic loss at the beginning was the Feng family.

The Feng family and Taohuazhou have always been on good terms, so Feng Juyan, the head of the Feng family, and his elder brother, Feng Fei, came over in person to ask for medicine for the disciple who was recruited by the family.

Everyone knows that the doctor Wusheng of Taohuazhou is the best at the art of soul and dream, and the people recruited in the Valley of Compassion are all eating people and eating meat in their dreams.

So for a while, the threshold of Peach Blossom Island will be broken.

Doctor Wusheng retreated for seven days, without water and rice, and without sleep, he finally came up with a medicine called Wumeng Dan.

Those who are recruited in the Valley of Compassion, if they take the Wumeng Pill within a month, they will be sealed for seven, seven and forty-nine days. When they wake up again, they will return to normal. The only risk is that one of the five senses will be lost because the soul has been sealed for too long.

If it has been more than a month... even if you eat a bottle of Wumeng Dan, it will not help, it is hard to save the gods!

That whole year, Yi Wusheng was refining Wumeng Dan, often without sleep, but he finally saved a large number of people. The head of the family, Hua Zhaoting, was afraid that he would be tired, so he specifically instructed the disciples in the sect not to disturb Yi Wusheng with any chores, and also selected a group of disciples to help him clean up the heart.

At the end of that year, around the winter months, the Valley of Great Compassion had been closed for more than a month, and there were no new recruits.

Doctor Wusheng finally got some free time.

That day, the last batch of Wumeng Dan was buried in the flower vat.

This Dreamless Pill is different from ordinary pills. It can't get in the fire, and it can't be put into the pill furnace. It has to be carefully buried with clear sand, buried to a depth of three feet, and the sand is poured with still spring water every day, hiss-

Doctor Wusheng was explaining to A Yao when he suddenly felt a little itchy on the back of his neck. He frowned and scratched.

The best water is to be frozen, don't remember-- He said, feeling a little itchy again, so he simply gave the medicine grate in his hand to A Yao, and put it aside by himself.

He scratched for a while, felt a burning pain in the back of his neck, and was about to enter the hall.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he heard A Yao make a soft ah and said, Master, your neck is bleeding, I'll give you a hemostatic ointment to apply.

Bleeding after a few scratches?

Yi Wusheng was puzzled, waved his hand and said, No, you continue to bury the Wumeng Dan, and I'll go to the room.

At that time, there was a young disciple in the room who was cleaning the medicine cabinet and the bed.

Seeing the doctor Wu Sheng came in in a hurry, his fingers were still stained with blood, he hurriedly turned over the hemostatic ointment and came out: Sir, I will help you.

Doctor Wusheng glanced at his sandy and blood-stained fingers, and without pushing back, sat down at the table and waited for the little disciple to apply medicine. After waiting for a while, the little disciple did not move.

What's wrong?

Sir, you... The little disciple's voice was a little vague.

Doctor Wusheng turned his head and saw that he was holding the medicine bowl, his face pale.

Why is your face so pale? It's not uncommon to see tattered skin and rotten flesh. A few scratches are scary. Yi Wusheng was dumbfounded, grabbed the cloth to wipe his hands, and was about to take the medicine bowl and apply it himself, when he saw the little disciple's fingers tremble. , the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and the hemostatic cream covered the ground.

Yi Wusheng was stunned for a moment, then hurried into the back room with his robe and rummaged through the two bronze mirrors to take a look.

In the bronze mirror, he saw his heavily scratched back of his neck, dripping with flesh and blood. It didn't look like an ordinary person's fingers at all, but it was scratched by sharp claws.

And under those scratches, there is a little residual ink mark, very similar to the person recruited in the Valley of Compassion.

In an instant, Yi Wusheng felt a chill all over his body.

He put down the bronze mirror and rummaged through the boxes to find the rest of the last batch of Wumeng Dan.

For ordinary people, one piece of Wumeng Dan is enough.

He swallowed one raw, and without even bothering to change his clothes, he lay down on the bed. He kept his eyes open until it was dark, and there was no movement in his soul.

He got up from the bed again, grabbed the bottle with trembling fingers, poured a handful of Wumeng Dan, and swallowed it all...

This time, he slept, but not the soul.

The Wumeng Pill was made by himself, and he knew better than anyone what effect it had. After being recruited for more than a month, no matter how much you eat, it will not help.

So, after that, he can't remember everything.

But even if he couldn't remember, he knew what would happen - the demon of the host would be alerted, quickly eat away the soul and flesh, occupying it and becoming the new owner of this body. He was still doing what he would do every day, so that no one would notice the difference, and then waiting for hunger to come.

Every once in a while, the demons will be unbearably hungry and have to feed on the flesh and blood of living people.

Occasionally, Doctor Wusheng will regain some consciousness. It's like a remnant soul unwilling to leave, trying to take ownership.

The first time he woke up briefly, he saw the little disciple who helped him apply medicine sweeping the dust by the bookcase, and bowed to him and called Sir. He tried to tap the back of the other's head, and sure enough he heard the sound of empty wooden fish .

The second time I woke up briefly was that cold night twenty-five years ago. Ayao was mad and cried in front of the hall. His elder brother, Doctor Wuxi, was lying in a pool of blood with a smile. His wife, daughter, and father were slapped on the body, making the same empty sound as a younger disciple.

He was born in Xianmen, and he used to be talented. That night, suddenly there was a sense of vicissitudes.

He remembered very clearly that late that night, he exhausted his spirits, struggled to occupy a trace of consciousness, and went straight to the cutting flower hall where the head of the family was. He wanted to tell Hua Zhaoting to remove the position of the elder of the four halls, entrust everything in his hands, and then let Hua Zhaoting kill him.

Because the demon in the body will not let him commit suicide, he must find someone who can restrain him and kill him.

Doctor Wusheng stumbled into the cut flower hall, and without regard for etiquette, he pushed open the hall door.

Huazhaoting is carrying a long-mouthed teapot, bending over to water the flower pot by the wall. Hearing the sound, he turned his head, looking tired. He pointed to the doctor Wusheng and said, Well, you Wusheng, if you want to change to be a disciple in the sect, after I issued a ban, you will break into my cut flower hall without permission, and you must be severely punished.

Yi Wusheng didn't answer, he felt that his consciousness was about to disappear again, and he had to hurry up and explain things before that.

So he slammed into the table and grabbed Hua Zhaoting's arm: Patriarch...

At that moment, his strength was so great that Hua Zhaoting slammed into the table, and his body fell down.

So, Doctor Wusheng saw the back of his neck.

There are also half-healed scratches on the back of Huazhaoting's neck, and there is also a residual ink mark under the scratches.

In an instant, Yi Wusheng's pupils shrank, and the cold chill poured from his head to his feet.

What's wrong with you? Hua Zhaoting asked him.

Doctor Wusheng's words stopped in front of his tongue and said, I... I have to retreat for a while.

***

Yi Wusheng's face was pale and his expression was silent, he turned his head and glanced at Ayao who was stunned: Ayao is usually a warm and steady person, a person who can take on big things, and a disciple of Xianmen. He won't be killed because he witnessed someone. , just freaked out like that. He was filmed with a forbidden technique and deliberately made him unable to speak.

I later returned to Qingxintang, and I only had time to do one thing. Doctor Wusheng said solemnly: I added another forbidden technique to him. Under the double forbidden technique, at least no one on Peach Blossom Continent can solve it. As long as the forbidden technique lasts, he will be crazy for as long.

I'm afraid that if he wakes up, he will say something that shouldn't be said. No one can help him on this Peach Blossom Continent.

After all, Ayao grew up with Yiwu since he was a child, and witnessed the ins and outs of Yiwuqi's death. After he wakes up, he must explain it to Yiwusheng. If I see the mark on the back of Yi Wusheng's neck again, there is a chance that he will end up with that little disciple.

After that, I haven't woken up until today. Doctor Wusheng walked through the thick night in the courtyard and looked at the silhouettes outside the wind and snow barrier: As long as the demon is not disturbed, it will be twenty-five years old. That's how it came. The master entered the Dao with a sword and is one of the few people who have been closest to ascending to immortality in a hundred years. Once the demon living in his body is disturbed, no one higher than him can stop him. , I am afraid that the thousands of disciples of Peach Blossom Continent will all—”

Before he finished speaking, he saw a sword shadow beside him already unsheathed.

Doctor Wusheng: ?

You - absolutely not! Yi Wusheng couldn't spread the paper, so he was so panicked that he ignored Sven and stopped drinking.

Hey, it's too late to call, take a break. Wu Xingxue pulled him, turned around and saw Xiao Fuxuan wearing a frosty sword intent, he turned his head and asked Doctor Wusheng: What do you think his cultivation is like?

Almost soaring! Doctor Wusheng said heavily.

Xiao Fuxuan repeated in a low voice, Oh, almost.

At the moment when the voice fell, the sword shadow had already traversed the sky, turned into ten thousand golden lights, and with nine days of thunder, in the blinding wind and snow barrier, it accurately faced the Huazhao Pavilion and slammed down!