Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Ning Huaishan and Broken Arm Yiyue were waiting beside the mountain road on the outskirts of the city.

Before getting into the car, Yi Wusheng lifted the curtain and glanced from a distance.

It's snowing too much outside, so I can't see my face, only the outline. One of those two men was extraordinarily thin and thin, at first glance like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

child?

Yi Wusheng shook his head and sighed in his heart: In these years, there are indeed many people who have entered the evil way at a young age, which is deplorable and pathetic.

He had encountered such a person before, and he was soft-hearted and did not kill for a while.

Why did you shake your head, sir? Wu Xingxue asked. He has a nice voice, and he is no different from an ordinary rich boy.

But it just makes people panic, maybe the word ah is too light.

Doctor Wusheng immediately pulled down the curtain.

He squeezed the paper, and was about to answer when the door curtain was opened, and the wind and snow rushed in.

City Lord, let's wait for a while! Ning Huaishan headed up, and just after calling Wu Xingxue, he saw Yi Wusheng, his face instantly ashen, Why are you!

Doctor Wusheng was stunned.

This reaction. Wu Xingxue glanced at him: You two know each other?

Heh. Ning Huaishan sneered, yin and yang strangely said: I'm a person from Zhaoye City, where can I get to know him with such a prestigious family. That is, many years ago, Lucky Star Gaozhao, I met once.

Doctor Wusheng obviously didn't recognize him, and looked puzzled: ?

Ning Huaishan's face turned even greener.

He swears in a low voice, pulls his neckline to expose a section under his neck, and near the vital spot, there is a long sword scar. There is a new scab on the scar, which seems to have split not long ago.

Seeing this scar, Doctor Wusheng recognized it. He looked at Ning Huaishan in astonishment, and the paper in his hand was wrinkled, showing his surprise: Are you... that child from Jia Mingzhiye?

Little old man. Ning Huaishan loosened his collar, I was in my teens, and it's been almost forty years.

Wu Xingxue naturally did not understand the conversation between the two.

But it didn't prevent him from talking: Jia Mingzhiye?

Ning Huaishan had already finished scolding, but when he asked him, he sneered: Yes, Jia Mingzhiye. City lord, you know that I went to work with Hei Bodhisattva, but was stopped by the Hua family, and the Black Bodhisattva was folded in On the way back.

...

The mayor did not know.

Wu Xingxue said Oh: I remember the Black Bodhisattva. What a fart.

What is your sword injury?

They're all demons, shouldn't it be common to fight and kill with a hundred schools of immortals, and have been brooding for so long after being injured by a sword?

Ask him. Ning Huaishan pointed at Yi Wusheng

... Yi Wusheng said in his heart that I got a carload of something.

He was silent for a moment, but still explained: The sword was smeared with some... medicine.

Originally, he was going to slay the demons. At that time, everyone in the Hua family had elixir on their swords, and he adjusted the medicine by himself. With one sword down, even if it fails to hit the vital point, the sword wound can be repeatedly broken and festered.

Because of the practice of sorcery, the people in Zhaoye City have their own methods for wound recovery. The speed is extremely fast, but the loss is also huge.

His sword caused me to go into the medicine pool every three days and twice, and practiced the poison control technique for more than 30 years. Ning Huaishan gritted his teeth, I haven't grown in size since then!

Teach me a lesson. Ning Huaishan stared at Yi Wusheng, What are you talking about? Oh, I was addicted to the evil way and went astray when I was young. Let me open my eyes and take a good look at the people who were killed by the demons. Have you ever thought of your family for a moment? Saying that I will regret it for the rest of my life.

Sir. Ning Huaishan laughed, two fangs ghostly.

Old... mr.

Doctor Wusheng was silent.

Immortal disciples are not easy to get old, and if he looks like this in an ordinary family, it is not a problem to say that he is twenty-five or six years old.

The whole of Zhaoye City knows that I am an orphan who crawled out of the ground. I don't have the Lao Shizi family to think about. What should I do? It's you, old man, have you ever thought that one day you will meet me on a narrow road?

Doctor Wusheng: ...

I thought about meeting with swords, but I didn't think about squeezing carriages together.

Ning Huaishan swept his eyes over the black strip of cloth that was stretched on his nose and mouth, and said meanly, Aiya, it seems that the old gentleman was treated badly in this car, I-

Doctor Wusheng's pale skin was almost blood-colored by his mockery, when he saw a silver scabbard beside the door lifted and knocked on Ning Huai's knee.

With a thud, Ning Huaishan knelt down at Yi Wusheng.

...

I--

He clutched his numb legs with a Ri sound, and turned his head to stare at the person who hit him. Seeing Tiansu Shangxian looking down at him, he moved his fingers expressionlessly, and the sword returned to its original position.

Ning Huaishan saw the black Wang Lian flashing past Xiao Fuxuan's hand, and remembered that this was the puppet of his family's city lord, and what he did was to listen to the city lord.

Ning Huaishan turned to look at Wu Xingxue: City Lord, did you let him hit me?

Wu Xingxue: ...

I do not have.

He raised his eyes and stared at Xiao Fuxuan opposite.

Xiao Fuxuan also looked at him, with the dim light in his eyes. After a while, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and turned his face away with a face that had nothing to do with him.

Wu Xingxue: ...

The dignified immortal, sow discord between me?

He rubbed his hot fingers and watched for a while. Then he tapped the table with his fingers,

Huaishan said: You don't have to kneel all the time. You are blocking someone from entering the car, so sit over.

Who? Ning Huaishan glared back.

I saw the broken arm clawing at the car door with one hand, getting into the car with one foot, and hanging the other outside the car. He gave Ning Huaishan a blank expression: I have endured you for a long time, get in.

Ning Huaishan: ...

He was so aggrieved that he stared at the empty seat next to Doctor Wusheng for a while, then looked at Xiao Fuxuan who was standing with his sword in his arms, gritted his teeth, and turned to sit next to Wu Xingxue.

Then, he saw Xiao Fuxuan's sword move.

Ning Huaishan almost had a conditioned reflex. As soon as his butt touched the board, he bounced up, and bounced next to Yi Wusheng, squeezing his enemy and sitting down.

If you don't let me sit, don't let me sit, don't hit people, City Lord. He muttered.

Wu Xingxue: ...

There was a question mark above Wu Xingxue's head.

Who won't let you sit down?

Ning Huaishan realized that Xiao Fuxuan didn't mean to use a sword, and then he felt that he was making a big fuss, and his face was completely lost.

He was too embarrassed to change again, so he had to squeeze next to Yi Wusheng with a mourning face.

Broken Arm glanced left and right, and squeezed next to Ning Huaishan.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to sit across from him, he just squeezed Ning Huaishan to facilitate sound transmission.

He put a finger against Ning Huaishan, and used a voice transmission in a way that only the two of them could hear: Did you find it, the city lord hasn't moved from the beginning to the end, and he has been holding the hand warmer.

Wu Xingxue's energy was extremely cold, colder than the Wuyuan Sea covered by snow for 100,000 miles. The sword he's held is often foggy, and he's pinching your chin, and the frost can freeze from under his fingers all the way to your face.

Only for others to fear him, he has never been afraid of being too cold.

How can such a person keep holding the stove without loosening it?

Ning Huaishan thought for a while, and returned through the same voice: I just got dizzy and couldn't react. Thinking about it now... I saved a life in Jiamingzhiye at that time, and I was the first to see him when I returned to Fudo City. The one who arrived is the city lord, and he watched my sword mouth grow rotten and rotten.

I can't rule out what happened more than thirty years ago, and I don't remember it anymore. But it was a little strange to see that the sword wound was still unimpressive.

The two got into the car and became more and more firm about their previous thoughts.

***

The carriage did not stop all the way. After walking for three days, it bypassed more than 20 immortal gates and finally saw the shadow of the Great Compassion Valley from a distance.

Wu Xingxue opened the window and glanced at it, and saw the huge deep valley quietly crouching behind the snow and fog. Before entering the valley, there was a high cliff like a moat. On the cliff was a long and narrow suspension bridge, leading to the Valley of Great Compassion. Entrance.

The bridge chain is covered with vines, which are long and short. At first glance, it seems that no one has come for a long, long time.

But the strange thing is that there is an inn less than a mile away from the valley.

No, it's a bit too much to call it an inn, at most two large grass huts. The former straw hut was empty on all sides, with only a roof. There are tables and chairs in the shed, which can only block the rain that falls, but not the wind that blows diagonally.

The grass hut at the back looks like it can temporarily live for two days.

Right now, there are actually people in that hut.

***

The carriage stopped in front of the grass shed.

We are most familiar with this area in the Valley of Compassion. Let's go around first to clear some obstacles, so as not to delay the city lord's entry into the valley. Ning Huaishan and Broken Arm greeted, and went elsewhere first.

Wu Xingxue and the others got off the carriage and walked towards the grass hut.

Doctor Wusheng was afraid that people would find it strange, so he grabbed the long towel from the car to keep warm, and wrapped the black cloth around his neck a few times to cover his nose and mouth. He asked the people sitting in the grass hut: The Valley of Great Compassion has been closed for a long time, why are you here?

There were three people in the grass hut who looked like Immortal Sect disciples, but they didn't bring their family crest.

They were very young, with fluttering robes, and they didn't seem too afraid of the cold in the winter. They stared at the carriage coming over with a look of alertness.

The remaining four were more like ordinary people, two men and two women, middle-aged, wearing thick robes for bunts.

Perhaps because they were afraid of the wind, their hands and feet were tied tightly, a thick cotton towel was wrapped around their necks, and their faces were deeply wrinkled and scarred. There were swords on the table in front of them, and several bowls of hot soup tea with white mist.

One of the women, her eyes were red as if she had cried. She rolled her eyes, glanced at Yi Wusheng, and landed on Wu Xingxue again.

It may be that the doctor Wusheng was wrapped in a large cloth, very similar to them. However, Wu Xingxue had no swords or swords all over his body, and only held a heater, so he was not very threatening.

The woman hesitated for a moment and replied, No way, come and find someone.

Looking for someone? Wu Xingxue questioned.

Well. The woman nodded and was about to continue, My two daughters—

The Xianmen disciple next to him gave a cough and reminded, Don't talk too much.

The Great Compassion Valley area is very evil, especially after the valley is closed, there are very few living people, and the death energy is extremely heavy. The entire valley was shrouded in gloom and mist.

We said before we came here that the people we see here are not necessarily people. The Immortal Sect disciple emphasized it softly.

Wu Xingxue's ears were good, he could hear clearly, and raised his eyebrows.

There is nothing wrong with what he said in his heart. They are a remnant soul, a fraudulent corpse, and a demon, and they are really not human.

He Quan didn't hear it, so he walked over and asked, Since you are looking for someone, why are you sitting here?

The Immortal Sect disciple frowned and said after a while, Have you never been to the Valley of Compassion before?

Anyway, Ning Huaishan and the others weren't there, Wu Xingxue said, Never.

The Immortal Sect disciple said, That's no wonder.

The Valley of Great Compassion has been closed for a long time, and many people have never come here again, so they don't know the rules. The disciple of Xianmen pointed to the bridge and said, This valley can only be entered at night. After the sun goes down, there are lights in the Tanikou Xian Temple. The lights are on. Only then can you cross the bridge, or you will die if you cross the bridge.

How? Wu Xingxue glanced at the bridge.

The woman said softly, Then there are so many things lying under the bridge.

Since it is so dangerous, and there is a ban on the Xianmen all the way, how can someone enter by mistake and need to look for it? Doctor Wusheng asked.

Because I didn't enter by mistake. The woman glanced at the fairy temple in Taniguchi, and said to Yi Wusheng, It was called by him.

Wu Xingxue heard the sound of the sword moving around him.

He turned his head and saw Xiao Fuxuan frowned.

What's wrong? Wu Xingxue asked.

Dian Zhao. Xiao Fuxuan repeated in a deep voice, In the past, there was only one situation where Dian Zhao would be used.

Which case?

God-given words, call to immortal.

Most immortals have ascended through practice, with only a few exceptions - they have become immortals at a very young age without cultivation.

This is called Tianzhao in Xiandu, and those who are called to become immortals by Tianzhao will be given the word by God and will not belong to the twelve immortals of Lingtai.

There were only two such people in Xiandu from beginning to end, and one of them was Xiao Fuxuan.

So... why does the Dian Zhao that belongs to the sky appear in the Valley of Compassion?