Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Ning Huaishan silently grabbed a piece of meat from Fang Chu's waist, and whispered: See, King Spirit...

Fang Chu: ...

He gritted his teeth and groaned the pain back, then pinched Ning Huaishan's fingers: I see, I'm not blind, you'll hold it again?

Ning Huaishan: I might as well be blind.

He thought about it for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more bizarre he felt: That's our city lord, the entire Demon Nest Zhaoye City is the place he drew out, a famous demon, how could someone call him the name of an immortal? No.

...Why, are you crazy?

It's not ruled out that they look alike, admit their mistakes, or— Fang Chu held back his reasons with difficulty, but gave up halfway through, Forget it, I can't make it up, that's it.

With the face of their city lord, it is really difficult to find a similar person in the world. In all kinds of rumors, people who have seen him have said that they are unforgettable, how can they be mistaken?

What's more, both Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu remembered that King Ling's action of catching the throwing sword...

After staying by Wu Xingxue's side for a while, he knew that this devil did not like to take troublesome things in his hands. What to use, often source materials on the spot, or ask people around them for it.

Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu followed the longest, often as soon as Wu Xingxue stretched out his hand, they obediently handed over the things.

And every time Wu Xingxue caught something, his fingers would turn.

Ironically, in the immortal capital of the Yao Palace, where he turned his sword, he was light and unrestrained. When you arrive at the Devil's Nest on Earth, you become an incomprehensible indifference...

Obviously the same action.

Ning Huaishan was stunned for a moment, and then shook the strange thought out of his head. Together with Fang Chu, they looked at his city lord in disbelief, trying to find out the ins and outs.

However, Wu Xingxue was no less stunned than the two of them.

He was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and asked Yun Hai, What do you call me?

Yun Hao did not answer.

He slept in the ground for a long time, without seeing the sun, his face was a sickly pale, like the ashes of paper burned during sacrifices in the human world, and it seemed to be scattered when the wind blew.

He blinked lightly and slowly, his eyes swept over all the reactions of Wu Xingxue, and then slowly turned to Xiao Fuxuan, his gaze from top to bottom, swept across his black-marked wrist.

After that, Yun He closed his eyes, his body trembling lightly under the wrapping vines.

After a while, Wu Xingxue realized that he was laughing.

Because he was too weak, he smiled silently but could not restrain himself.

You actually asked me, what do you call you... Yun Hai moved his lips lightly, still only making a very weak sound. It was as if the vines were so wrapped around his chest and throat that he couldn't let out a full breath.

But he was already used to this kind of bondage and didn't care. He just closed his eyes and repeated in a barely audible hoarse voice: I never imagined that one day, you would ask me what to call you...

Isn't that what a waste immortal who was knocked down from Xiandu and returned to the human world, who can't remember everything, would ask? He actually heard it from you...

Yun Hai laughed a few times silently, and said slowly: Ling Wang... Tian Su... is called by the sky, does not eat and worship, does not rely on incense...

When he closed his eyes, he looked as calm as in a dream, and the scene in which he had just entered Xiandu was as vivid as yesterday. He slowly repeated what the Lingtai Immortal Envoy had said.

I used to... I envy you so much, he repeated softly.

Wu Xingxue heard this, raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Fuxuan.

At that moment, a word suddenly flashed in his mind - I really envy you...

His voice was not so hoarse and his tone was not so light, it was more like a casual complaint among friends. Wu Xingxue didn't remember the complete picture, but subconsciously knew that it was what Yun Hai said.

Yun He, who was still in Xiandu, said it.

***

At that time, Yun Hai had just been demoted to the mountain god of Dabei Valley, and he was still being punished by the immortal head Huaxin. He passed by Lingtai six times in one day, but he didn't have the face to enter. The most remote sitting in the spring breeze.

The Spirit King was rarely here, sitting by the window lattice with his legs supported, and there was a bottle of Immortal Brew and two empty cups on the table in front of him.

You always say that few people come here, and few people come here, but everything is well arranged. At that time, Yun Hai had not been able to survive for nearly a hundred years. Bring a joke: Don't the King Ling have an appointment with a beautiful woman? Is it a coincidence that I came here?

It's a coincidence, it's too late to run now. King Ling replied angrily.

That won't work, I'm frustrated today, I have to find a place to talk, otherwise... Yun Hai paused.

Otherwise what?

Otherwise, I might have to go to Lingtai to make the eighth round. Yun Hai laughed at himself.

King Ling does not ask about Lingtai, this is the usual rule. He didn't answer this sentence, but asked him: What's wrong with me, I'm so nervous.

Can I drink this wine? Yun He asked.

No. Ling Wang stretched out his hand and swept away, and Xian Niu and Kongzhan landed firmly on the empty plate held by Xiantong, This is an apology gift I prepared.

After he finished speaking, he waved at the other fairy boy, and handed Yun He a new pot of wine.

Apologize? Who dares to ask you to make amends? Wine is matched with a beautiful woman. Wouldn't it fail you this night to make amends. Yun He muttered, pouring himself a glass of wine.

Others are all drunk, and they complain.

Yun Hai drank three cups, but did not say what setback he suffered.

, only complained that the wine brewed in Jiuchi was not as sweet as the old year, and after three cups, he was drunk.

He raised his wine glass, slammed it on the cup in front of King Ling, and said, I really envy you, don't worry about the incense being left out, you can live longer than Lingtai.

Why does my grown-up want to live longer than Lingtai? Before Lingwang could speak, the little boy wondered.

In the end, Yun Hai just laughed, then squeezed the little boy's face, and said, hugging the jug, Those little boys in Lingtai are like little old men, not as cute and clever as sitting in the spring breeze.

The little boy rubbed his face and ran, only to bump into a pair of long legs at the door, and screamed Ouch.

King Ling raised his eyes, Yun Hai also turned his head in a daze, and saw Tiansu Shangxian Xiao Min lifted the screen and stood by the door.

His eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on the fairy wine that Yun He was holding. After a while, he looked at King Ling and said in a low voice, You grabbed the immortal bamboo leaves of my palace and left a note on the boy's forehead, just to ask me to come and see this.

Yun Hai was already confused at the time, looked left and right, laughed and said, This is the first time I heard a sentence of Tiansu Shangxian with so many words. It's very strange, and I have learned a lot.

He said again: You said that the wine paired with beauty, wouldn't it be Lord Tiansu?

Tiansu Shangxian's face suddenly became very wonderful.

He had originally planned to leave, but suddenly changed his mind, just holding a misty veil with his two fingers, waiting to hear what else to say.

***

Perhaps it was because there were too many interruptions at the time, and Yun Hai's words were so complete that he probably couldn't even remember them. It was not mentioned again until hundreds of years later.

However, the person who was laughing with his arms around the jug now looks like a ghost. The Tiansu Shangxian who came with the curtain back then, now only has a body and a body, and the master of the Yao Palace who was entertaining guests in those days, even forgot who he was, sitting alone in the spring breeze, but did not see the spirit king.

I once thought that the two of you are the people who don't have to worry about life and death or ruining immortals. They will last as long as Lingtai and Immortal Head, but I didn't expect...

Yun Hai's silent smile was full of ridicule, whether he was mocking himself or others.

How did you guys become like this? He was silent for a moment, then suddenly his neck twitched slightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids trembled for a moment. Died, naturally nothing immortal can do.

Hearing this, Wu Xingxue frowned: How do you know that Xiandu has passed away?

Ning Huaishan and the others were stunned, and said, Yes. How did you know?

Yun Hai was nailed here, it has been hundreds of years to say the least, and the immortals were very good at that time.

Even in the past few hundred years, he has absorbed a lot of nutrients for himself through offering seals, and he has also lured people to come here through dreaming, trying to break the repression. But no one will go to the depths of this tomb and tell the world today to the people underground.

How did he know that Xiandu had passed away?

Wu Xingxue glanced around and suddenly found that there were runes engraved on the stone wall along the edge of the deep cave. The reason why I didn't notice it before was because the runes were too dense and messy. .

Now that I look closely, I realize that the reason why the runes are too dense and messy is because they are stacked in two layers - there was an old one, and then a new one was added.

And the brushstrokes of the two layers of runes seem to be different, not from the same person.

If the old runes are said to be left behind when Huaxin buried Yun He at this time...

What about the new one?

A guess suddenly flashed in Wu Xingxue's mind.

He suddenly looked at Yun Hao, who was wrapped in vines, and heard him half-open his eyes and whisper, Because I've been out.

Everyone was instantly shocked.

This sentence is simple, but it shocked the few Immortal Sect disciples in a cold sweat.

The demon in town here actually went out? !

They were about to set up a sword formation again, when they heard Yi Wusheng suddenly speak, and asked in a light voice, Is it... more than 20 years ago?

Did you go out more than twenty years ago?

Did you...Did you come to Hua's house?

Doctor Wusheng tried his best to recall the stranger whom the Hua family treated more than 20 years ago. At that time, the Valley of Compassion was chaotic. There were too many people in the world who were recruited. The constant stream of visitors every day almost knocked down the threshold of the Hua family.

If this demon is mixed in among those people, then he and Hua Zhaoting's unreasonable offerings appear behind their necks, which can explain...

But why did you come out?!

However, Yun Hai replied incorrectly, saying, I have been to Hua's house more than once.

The moment the voice fell, the vines that bound him suddenly swelled, as if alive, and slammed away at the crowd with the sound of violent wind.

Immortal Sect disciple pierced the vine with a sword, and saw more evil energy overflowing from the stem, a steady stream!

His sudden outburst caught most people off guard.

Fortunately, before Xiao Fuxuan's long sword was sheathed, he saw the golden light swaying away like a vast wave of water. Wherever you go, the vines are destroyed!

In the sky and the evil spirits, the tip of the sword-free sword went straight down, and stopped abruptly when it was about to pierce the heart of Yunhao.

At that moment, the entire tomb was silent.

Everyone held their breath for a long time, and heard Xiao Fuxuan's low voice: Since you have gone out, why should you come back?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Yes, since you have already gone out, why are you coming back? You've been deliberate and done so much, isn't it just to break free from repression and see the light of day again?

?

They realized with hindsight that the sudden outburst of Yun Hao just now was more like the end of the shot than the ultimate move. Knowing that Xiao Fuxuan was present, there would be no second result for such a violent attack except for a fatal blow.

What is he drawing...

He heard Yun Hai's hoarse voice saying: I and King Ling are old friends, and I don't have a deep friendship with Lord Tiansu. Don't always recite those unnecessary old feelings when you are in battle.

As he said, the vines on his body suddenly wrapped around Xiao Fuxuan's sword, and because he couldn't bear the continuous burst of immortal energy, he dragged the blade and slammed down—

Just hear a puff.

When the fairy sword pierced through the heart, the coolness was amazing. It reminded him of the blue-gray sky in the Valley of Compassion hundreds of years ago...

Huaxin's sword, with a peach branch pattern on the hilt, is not so cold.

He didn't know why the sword that was supposed to kill back then still had room to turn around. He also didn't know what Huaxin did when he fell asleep.

He only knew that one day he woke up like a dream, suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he was full of things, and there was no sunlight above his head.

Surrounded by runes, he couldn't move.

When he was extremely anxious and his evil spirits soared, he heard a voice, far away and very close. He was familiar with that voice, and he would never forget it for several generations.

The voice said, I am terrified.

So he fell silent in an instant and listened to that sentence over and over again.

But sometimes, he can't control himself. Cultivating the evil way is like this. At the end of the cultivation, I don't know if he is manipulating the evil qi or the evil qi is manipulating him.

The feeling of the soul being divided into two came again, and half of them were saying: I want to go out, who can help me?

The other half said: No.

People in the world often pass by the Great Compassion Valley. Taking advantage of the loosening of the giant formation, he sent a ray of spiritual consciousness to the tomb and attached it to a passerby.

When he smelled the rawness, he realized that he was really hungry for too long. On that day, he stood quietly on the altar of the fairy temple, looking down at the worshipers like the gods of the past, while sneering and leaving some marks for them.

At that moment, the other half of his soul said: You are still that demon.

He tasted the sweetness through offering and printing, so he used some other methods, even if he didn't have to do it himself, he could continue to absorb the spiritual energy.

He gathered more strength, so one day he attached himself to a stranger and left the Valley of Compassion.

He looked at the unfamiliar world, not knowing where to go for a while.

By the time he reacted, he was already standing in the hall of the Flower House in Chunba City, quietly looking at the portrait hanging in the hall.

At that moment, the evil spirit prevailed, and he was a little embarrassed.

The half-soul sneered: a person who wants to kill you, why bother?

The other half said: But I am not dead.

The half-man sneered again: Then you want to die again to show your intentions? I won't let you do that.

In those days, with a wisp of ghost, he did a lot of evil.

One is because of the nature of the demon, and the other is... Maybe he also wants to see if that person will go to Xiandu next time.

Either reprimand him or kill him, that's fine.

But he didn't wait.

Every time he was about to run out of spirits, he would hide in the tomb and try to gather some food. He didn't know how long he would sleep each time, months or years.

He was confused and went in and out several times, until one day, he stood in the hall of Hua's house again, standing in front of the portrait of Hua Xin, and was stunned for a long time.

The younger disciple of the Hua family asked him: Sir, has you encountered trouble? Is it related to Soul Dream? Do you want to see the doctor, Mr. Wusheng?

He didn't recognize any doctor Wusheng, and he didn't listen to the younger disciple's words. He was stunned for a long time and asked, How has Ming Wuxian's head been in recent years?

As a result, the little disciple opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: Sir, the immortal capital has passed away for many years, the twelve immortals of Lingtai no longer exist, and the immortal head also died.

Yun He couldn't remember how he escaped from the living that day, nor did he remember if he had done any more sins, or even how he returned to the Valley of Compassion.

He just suddenly felt that the world is huge, but that's it.

What can the sun see? It is not as good as the deep tomb under the Valley of Compassion, at least the voice of that person can be heard.

The first conflict between his divided soul was so intense, half wanted to escape, and half wanted to stay here forever.

Sometimes he is Huaxin's apprentice Yun Hai, and sometimes he is the demon Yun Hai.

Sometimes awake, sometimes insane.

When he was insane, he exhausted his magic and wanted to break through the layers of repression. When he was awake, he added another layer of talismans to the loose giant formation of Huaxin.

He was arguing with himself, and it was more than 20 years, and it was enough.

Now that the giant formation has dissipated, he will never hear that person's voice again, so he will not have much nostalgia for it. It is better to use the old friend's sword to give himself a good time.

From then on, the world has been long and windy, and it has nothing to do with him.