Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Ah ah ah...

The shopkeeper's soul let out a weak cry, half sad and half mournful, he kept repeating: I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...

It was a cathartic shout at first, then slowly weakened, and finally turned into a mumbling.

It's like a person who is lethargic because of Shen Wei, struggling to wake up for a short while, and then uncontrollably falls into sleepiness. He couldn't cry any longer, but began to whimper and cry.

The other hanged men turned to him.

Originally, they were still whispering, and when there was a little movement, they agreed with each other and kept talking. But at this time, they fell into a strange silence.

They looked at the shopkeeper in silence, the flesh on the corners of their mouths was pulled to the cheekbones, but they looked extremely sad because they were hanging upside down.

Why is he crying... Someone asked softly.

These words were like dripping water into boiling oil, and the hanging souls shook violently and exploded with a hum.

Countless cries sounded, all poured into Wu Xingxue's ears. He suddenly felt that the wind and smoke here was really choking, choking his internal organs, and a sense of disgust for no reason came to his heart.

Wu Xingxue thought in that disgust: without memory, my heart is so cold, what if there is memory? I don't know what I was thinking when I knew this back then...

Clang——

A sword sound suddenly sounded, breaking the wind and smoke!

Wu Xingxue suddenly recovered and looked up.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan's word-free sword swept past the top of the temple with golden light. Even if you don't see the Sword Man's face, you can still feel the chilling and chilling coldness in the Sword Intent.

It is said that Tiansu Shangxian punished with one hand and pardoned with one hand. Since the people of Luohuashan City are innocently trapped here, Xiao Fuxuan's action should give these people a relief.

Wu Xingxue thought so, and Xiao Fuxuan obviously did the same.

The gleaming golden light shook the entire forbidden area, and the smoke and dust floated in the sky, turning into a thick gray fog. It pierced through with an unstoppable force, enveloping all the souls under the golden light. Overlapping golden inscriptions flowed through the golden light, as if the worldly sins had been eliminated.

The scene was so startling that those spirits opened their mouths and couldn't care less about crying. For a moment, hope almost ignited in their straight eyes.

But the next moment, the light in their eyes dimmed again—

Seeing the cold blade of the word-free sword swept across, the slings that tightly bound the soul were still crunching in the air without any change.

Wu Xingxue turned his head in surprise, and saw Xiao Fuxuan frowning tightly.

He raised his hand to catch the sword, and glanced down at the endless golden lines on the sword. The next moment, he swept the sword out with his backhand.

This time the result was still the same - the blade went straight through those slings, as if they were just shadows of nothingness, and even the forgiveness of Heavenly Immortals would have no effect on them.

The spirits hanging upside down said nothing, staring blankly at the slings on their bodies. They had just cried for a long time, but their eyes were not red, they were still the same turbid appearance, but there was an extra layer of fog. After a long time, the buzzing discussion sounded again——

Look, I just said it, it can't be solved.

Knew it.

Forget it, there is no hope.

But I'm so miserable.

...

Xiao Fuxuan took the sword again, clenched his fingers, and a trace of annoyance appeared in his eyebrows. He pondered silently, as if thinking about why these people could not be forgiven.

Xiao Fuxuan. Wu Xingxue called the other party.

It's very strange, the feeling of coldness in my heart and lungs is actually better at this moment. He thought about it, maybe because of the existence of this person around him. Because Xiao Fuxuan took out the sword before him, before he realized that he couldn't do anything except the ultimate move, he wanted to give these spirits a relief.

It's just a pity that it didn't work.

Is it because of the illusion? Wu Xingxue pondered, Is it because we entered this forbidden area from the illusion, so we can only watch, can't we do anything else?

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes: Are you comforting me?

Wu Xingxue did have this in mind, but he did not force it to comfort him. In fact, he never understood what the so-called realm is an illusion, and the scene is the real scene. They saw Luohuashan City in the past, and then what? Can anything be changed?

If it can't be changed, and it can't have any influence, then why can he talk to the innkeeper and the second, and threaten the Feng family? As if he really returned to Luohuashan City hundreds of years ago.

But if it could be changed...

Is this fantasy really just a fantasy?

When I first entered the mountain city, I thought it was just an illusion, but now I have some doubts. Xiao Fuxuan frowned and paused, still not liking the doubts and guesses, and said, Even if it is an illusion, the sword should not be shot. The result.

What should it be? Wu Xingxue questioned.

If you can't bear it, the illusion will be broken. If you can bear it, the illusion will change. In short, it shouldn't be like this. Xiao Fuxuan did not continue to say, but his heavy face was thoughtful.

Wu Xingxue looked at the handsome face with a bad expression, and felt that there were two big words unless written on it.

He opened his mouth and asked, Unless what?

Unless— Xiao Fuxuan realized that he had been caught out again: ...

He pursed his lips and looked at Wu Xingxue with dark eyes.

For some reason, Wu Xingxue saw a trace of other emotions from the light in his eyes, as if he had thought of the reason,

But I don't want to say it.

After another moment, Xiao Fuxuan turned his gaze back and stopped looking at Wu Xingxue's eyes: Pardon doesn't work, there is only one reason.

Wu Xingxue: What?

Xiao Fuxuan frowned lightly and said, I myself am involved in this cause and effect.

The temple fell silent again.

I don't understand. After a long while, Wu Xingxue asked, How can I call you in this cause and effect?

Xiao Fuxuan said slowly: There is a sacred tree in Luohuatai, and the sacred tree was sealed for some reason. This place has become a forbidden place, which makes these spirits trapped here and become bound. All these are cause and effect, and I...

His voice stagnated for a moment, still frowning tightly, and said solemnly: I'm in one of them, so I can't forgive them.

After speaking for a long time, he raised his eyes again.

Wu Xingxue looked into his eyes without turning, and saw a trace of hesitation and confusion from the bottom of his eyes, and he was relieved for a moment.

It wasn't until then that he realized that he had just been tense. Because he knows that being involved in this cause and effect is not a good thing.

Who will be involved?

In addition to the people who are closely related to Shenmu itself, I am afraid there are only people who have been banned here, or those who have trapped these spirits here...

Wu Xingxue suddenly understood why he tried to change Xiao Fuxuan's memory back then, and it should have something to do with the so-called cause and effect.

Xiao Fuxuan obviously thought of this as well. He looked at Wu Xingxue, but only said one word I... and fell silent.

It won't be the cause and effect. Wu Xingxue suddenly said.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids, because the backlight was facing the candlelight of the temple, his eyes looked darker and darker. He is always cold, and occasionally shows a bit of arrogance. Those sharp edges seem to be innate, no matter how he draws the edge into the sheath, he will always show some edges and corners in the corners of his eyes and brows.

At this moment, he looked at Wu Xingxue with a lot of meaning in his eyes, but there was nothing to thorn in his hands.

Wu Xingxue said softly: It won't be the cause and effect of resentment.

Why? Xiao Fuxuan looked at him intently.

Wu Xingxue's lips moved.

...Why are you so sure. Xiao Fuxuan asked again.

Tiansu Shangxian has always kept quiet words, never believed in speculation, even if the question fell on his own head, even if he didn't want him to have anything to do with some answers, he wouldn't make himself clear.

Everyone in Xiandu knows that Tiansu Shangxian never shows favoritism, including himself. He could tolerate any suspicion, as calm as if it were not him who was being surmised.

This also seems to be innate, as if he was born to be like this, otherwise how could he be summoned to be the person in charge of punishment and pardon.

But at times like this, he always finds that he cares about someone's unreasonable belief. It's not the result of a piecemeal analysis like other people, nor is it the answer of careful deduction, but a belief that belongs to that person without explanation or thought.

He asked twice, and heard Wu Xingxue say, I don't know, that's what I think. Am I not the devil, the devil never makes sense.

At that moment, the years when they had not seen each other were like the misty smoke in the forbidden land, floating and falling, a little choking, but it seemed to be scattered when the wind swept away, and it was not so shaped like a moat .

***

Ah! Someone suddenly exclaimed, and then took a breath.

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzz of discussion.

how come?

The statue clearly hasn't moved for a long time.

This……

Statue?

Wu Xingxue was puzzled and turned to look.

Seeing that the statue with the word white general on the altar of the temple really changed, the young man was still leaning against the tree, and the sword in his hand did not move at all. It was the sacred tree carved by jade behind him that moved, and he saw that the head of the sacred tree, which had only branches, had grown some small particles for some reason.

Wu Xingxue leaned over to take a closer look and found that it was a flower bud wrapped in a leaf bud.

Who carved this statue, is it actually alive? Wu Xingxue muttered.

He didn't expect to hear an answer, but the spirits who were imprisoned here actually said: Shenmu himself...

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment, then turned to face Xiao Fuxuan.

Shenmu himself? Wu Xingxue asked in surprise, Shenmu can actually transform people?

The spirits shook their heads again and said in a vain, I don't know.

It doesn't seem to be human.

Just heard.

In a legend.

Wu Xingxue pointed at the jade carving boy again and asked, Is this the person transformed by Shenmu?

Those spirits shook their heads again and said, No.

Who is that? Wu Xingxue asked.