Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Hundreds of years ago, there was still a royal capital in the world, next to Taiyin Immortal Mountain.

The most important place in Wangdu is called Wentianliao, which is dedicated to the twelve immortals of Lingtai, responsible for divination, and is closely connected with the major immortal gates.

In charge of Wentianliao, there are two large envoys on the left and right, and Yun Hai's father is one of them.

It was a dignified and dangerous errand, both enviable and enviable. In good times the scenery is the same, in bad times the family is destroyed.

The first time Yun Hai saw Mingwu Huaxin was in Wentianliao's guest house.

He was still young and pampered. He regarded Wentianliao as the second residence in his family, and he often played in the courtyard of the Kefu.

That day he chased a pine marten across the corridor and almost hit a visitor with his head.

Recklessly, a gust of wind from nowhere blocked him, and then a palm pressed against his forehead, which was slammed forward.

The people in charge of taking care of him shouted be careful and ran over. He hurriedly picked him up and took a few steps back, bowing his head in front of the visitor, appearing restrained and frightened.

Only Yun He was ignorant and fearless, and raised his head curiously.

The flower letter that day looked like a human being, and he didn't follow the white deer in the portrait, and he didn't mention his lantern in his hand. He was dressed in the most plain white clothes, and his long hair was tied casually, with an uncarved wooden hairpin running diagonally.

It is obviously the most common appearance on the streets of Wangdu, but it still makes people look dumbfounded.

When Yun Hai came back to his senses, Hua Xin had already walked to the end of the corridor and carried it into the living room. The white robe swept across the high threshold, turned and disappeared.

Yun Hai turned his head, raised his face and asked the person looking after him, Who is that?

They shhh, hugged him away from the living room, and went to the back of the corridor before whispering, That's your lord's immortal friend.

At that time, Yun Hao knew very little, not to mention the rules between those immortals.

He only knew ignorantly: the supernatural powers are vast and they are immortals. They are very personal, they are friends.

He thought that the fairy friend was such a person, but later found out that that person only appeared once in years.

***

The second time Yun Hai saw Mingwu Huaxin was six years later.

The capital was in chaos, and the envoy of Wentianliao had already changed. His father was framed, and most of the people in the mansion lost their lives. For a time, the huge mansion was completely wiped out.

He is still young, but he has become the son of a sinner, and his original name and surname cannot be used. Following a group of refugees all the way south, stumbled into the Yuyang area.

At that time, Yuyang hurriedly sealed the city for fear of being affected by the disaster, and the refugees had nowhere to go, so they had to temporarily live in a deserted temple in the mountains.

It was extremely cold in the middle of the winter that year, and most of those refugees did not survive a month. As a result, in those wild and desolate temples, there were piles of dead corpses in three or five piles, and the resentment was very heavy, and many evil spirits were attracted.

After a winter has passed, there will be few living people in the mountains.

Cloud Hacker is one of them.

That day, he snatched food from a half-crippled female, dragged his broken leg, covered his scratched left eye, and hid in a cave.

He curled up behind the rock, wiped the blood from his eyes, grabbed the piece of meat whose source was unknown, and was about to bite it when he opened his mouth. Suddenly, I saw a lamp shadow in the cold night of the mountain forest.

Yun Hai had already developed a habit, and before he could see who and what, he had to hide when he got up.

But the lights went too fast.

Before he could take a step, the lantern-bearer was already standing in front of him.

Yun Hai remembered that face, although he had only seen it once, although he should not have remembered it. But he just remembered it so clearly that after six years, he could still recognize it at a glance.

It was none other than the visitor who asked Tianliao back then, his father's immortal friend.

Yun Hai still looked up at him, his movements were the same as when he was a child.

It's just that he opened his eyes wide and was full of curiosity. Now he was blind in one eye, with half-dry blood, and his face was numb.

He dragged his broken leg, knelt behind Leng Shi, looked numbly at the person who had glanced at him back then, and heard the other person say, I'm here to pick you up.

The voice was very nice, and it fell through the fog of the cold night, almost making people hear the wind.

Mortals are really weird. I didn't cry when my family was scattered, I didn't cry when I became a homeless beggar, I didn't cry when I was cold and hungry, I didn't cry when I was blind with broken legs...

I just heard someone say I'll pick you up, but my eyes were red.

Yun He clenched the dead flesh in his hand, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were red as he looked at Ming Wu Hua Xin.

When the other party reached out his hand, he suddenly burst out, grabbed the hand that was touching his forehead, and bit it down.

He bit so hard that he instantly tasted blood.

In the smell of blood, he thought with catharsis and resentment: Isn't it a fairy friend? Since you are a friend, where were you when you were framed? Where were you when you lost your life? Where were you when your family broke down? !

Who are you entrusted with, and how can you come to pick me up? !

He was clearly thinking in his heart, but the other party seemed to hear it.

After a long while, the nice voice sounded above his head: Lingtai has its own rules, I can't interfere in those human affairs.

The voice was gentle and pleasant, but there was no deep emotion - neither the grief of the death of a friend, nor the guilt of standing by, nor even the slightest pity, it seemed to be hard-hearted.

But after a long time, Yun Hai realized: Immortals have great powers, they shouldn't have been bitten by him, and they shouldn't have been bitten by blood.

The other party can block but not block, just let him bite and vent.

To understand this, he finally

Slowly let go.

Hua Xin didn't wipe the cut and blood on his hands, but bent over to check his injured eyes and broken leg, and said, Let's go, I'll take you back for treatment.

Yun Hai tilted his head and gave his hand away, and said in a hoarse voice, I can't go.

Huaxin didn't care about his resistance, but said a little surprised: The tongue is still there?

Yun Hai: ...

I thought I couldn't speak. Hua Xin said, raising his hand.

A white deer sprang out from the woods behind. He put Yunhao on the back of the white deer and led the white deer down the mountain.

Perhaps because he was afraid that he would fall, Yun Hao couldn't move when he got on Bai Lu's back, so he had to lie on top of it. Hearing Huaxin ask: How old is it?

Yun Hai sneered in his heart: I don't even know anything about this, so I dare to say fairy friend.

Huaxin is still calm: Xiandu is slow, I don't remember this.

Yun Hai: Eleven.

Hua Xin said again: What's your name?

Yun Hai sneered in his heart again.

Huaxin: In the future, the common name will not be used. This generation is from the cloud word, you can call it... Yun Hai.

Yun Hai: ...

Although I haven't mentioned my surname for a long time, I can hardly remember it. But when he heard this, he was still sad, but he couldn't move, so he could only close his eyes.

From then on, he was called Yun Hai.

***

Ordinary people can't climb the thirty-three-story tower of Taiyin Immortal Mountain, and naturally they can't reach Xiandu.

When Hua Xin said take you back to heal your wounds, he meant to settle him in Hua's house.

Others said Settling, but in Yun Hai's eyes, that was leaving him in the Hua family.

At that time, the Hua family was not yet in Taohuazhou, and there were not as many disciples as later, but they were also very prosperous.

Most of the Hua Family disciples entered the Dao with swords, and a small number of them practiced medicine. No matter what you do, you will be full of homework every day.

Only Yun Hao has neither his own sword nor any other pill recipe to practice.

After his eyes and legs were taken care of, he was so idle that he wandered around every day in the Hua's house.

He asked the head of the Hua family and the elders of the various churches, what should he practice? Or, when will he be able to have his own sword?

As a result, both the patriarch and the elders praised him as a genius, rare in a century, and excellent in roots, while evading him by saying that he was the apprentice of Lingtai Xianshou Huaxin himself. If you are overstepping, you still have to wait for Xian Shou to teach him personally.

Then he's here to teach! Yun Hai said.

The head of the house and the elder couldn't answer, they could only laugh.

After several times, Yun Hao stopped making fun of himself and never asked those questions again. Sometimes when other disciples were practicing swordsmanship, he would watch them from the side. He also took a few glances while practicing Dan.

But more often, he spends his time in the library.

There are statues and portraits of Huaxin in the library. He sometimes grabs a volume of books and can sit in front of that portrait all day. Half in a daze, half complaining.

Young people are high-spirited and can't stand being ignored.

Besides, he really wants to quickly learn something famous...

He was inexplicably grinded for two years, until he almost lost his temper, and only then did he see Huaxin again.

Hua Xin seems to have forgotten his only apprentice, and he didn't come to Hua's house that day to find him. But Yun Hao would definitely not miss the opportunity and grabbed Huaxin before leaving.

He obediently called out Master first, and then asked, All the disciples are cultivating, but I am out of place. Does Master regret bringing me back? If so, Master can speak, and I will leave on my own. Yes.

He was pampered when he was young, with a bit of arrogance in him. Later, he became a homeless beggar, and he was a little sharp and sensitive. At that time, he was still young, and his arrogance and sensitivity were all on his face, and he couldn't hide it.

Huaxin didn't intend to answer him originally, but after seeing his expression for a long time, he still gave an explanation: Your roots are really excellent, rare in the world. If you really want to enter the Dao, it will be easier than others to ascend to immortality. Don't be in a hurry. This year or two.

Yun Hai asked: How long is it in one or two years if you are not in a hurry?

Hua Xin said, Wait until you are fit to take a sword.

Yun Hai is unrelenting: Then why is it not suitable now?

After a long time, Yun Hai remembered the look in Hua Xin's eyes at that moment, calm and as if he could understand everything. He said: Because you are always thinking about killing all those who framed your father, thinking about making those people tortured and paying blood for blood.

Yun Hao was silent.

After a long time, he said: Master is wise and wise, and his eyes are like torches. I really think so. But shouldn't I be thinking about it? I have to cultivate so that I have no love, no hatred, no hatred and no resentment, and look calmly like you. Do you want those people to live a long life?

Huaxin didn't answer.

Yun Hao kept staring at him until his eyes were red, just like he was struggling to survive while holding dead flesh in a stone cave.

Huaxin finally said: No one makes you like me. It's just that cultivation is a long way, and the way you are looking for is too short.

Yun Hai: Where is it short?

Huaxin: Murdering is but a sword. After killing it? There is no more support.

Then wait until there is no support.

Yun Hai said in his heart. But he just moved his lips, and finally saluted, lowered his eyes and said, This disciple understands, I... I'll try.

To a certain extent, he is indeed a genius. Said to try, really can not see the slightest thought. He is no longer in a hurry for a sword,

Don't care about those pill recipes anymore. Still soaking in the library, day after day.

That's another two years.

During the two years, Huaxin came to Hua's house three times. Yun Hai was in the library three times, and he didn't chase him out to ask Master for an explanation.

When Huaxin sees him again, he will be different from the boy who was holding dead flesh in the cave.

In the words of the head of the Hua family and the elders, Yun Hai is the most likable temperament among the disciples of the Hua family. He can tease and play tricks, get along well with everyone, and his unhurried energy is very immortal.

Obviously he was only sixteen.

Hua Xin heard this and tried him off and on for a year.

So at the age of seventeen, Yun Hai had his own sword.

***

Once, when the world had not forgotten, there was such a description of Yun Hai——

He is a genius who is rare in a century. At the age of seventeen, he had his own sword. After eight years of practice, he was able to cultivate a chance that many people would never have in a lifetime, and rose to immortality. He and Huaxin have a deep relationship with teachers and students, and they stand together in Xiandu, which is a good talk.

Because he was too young, the day when Yun Hai went to the immortal capital became a good story that the immortals often talked about later. But for Yun He himself, what he remembered the most that day was not how he reached the top of the Taiyin Immortal Pagoda or how he entered Xiandu...

It was the two people he saw.