Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

In the spring of the second year after the white jade statue was put into the temple, the war was temporarily extinguished, and Luohuatai had a real mountain market for the first time.

Because the sacred tree is always half withered and half prosperous, the canopy is like a cloud, and there is no flowering period for ordinary plants and trees. People who have seen Shenmu say that the flowers on the branches are a bit like red apricots in the mortal world.

At that time, there was a mountain by the East River, where Mengdu was later located, called Tingshan, where the apricot blossom forest stretched for ten miles and bloomed the most in March every year.

So people based on the apricot flowers in Tingshan, set a flowering period for Shenmu, and chose a memorable day on the third day of the third month as the beginning of the mountain market.

Wu Xingxue was watching when the lights on Luohuashan City were on for the first time in the world.

He concealed his figure and leaned on the side of the sacred tree, looking down at the winding mountain road, which began to become brighter in the evening. , almost to the horizon.

He vaguely remembered how he felt at that time...

Seeing the pedestrians in the mountain city and the chattering voices, he felt comfortable and happy.

He was born here, and he is attached to it for some reasons. He hoped that Luohuashan City would always be so lively and bustling year by year, becoming an excellent place in the world, gathering visitors from all over the world and becoming famous.

Because the more lively this place is, the more likely the young general will come here after his reincarnation...

He has been thinking about this for so long that it has almost become a habit.

Even after the sacred tree was sealed and the temple ceased to exist, he did not change this old habit.

He never spoke to anyone about the original reason. As long as Luohuashan City is mentioned, he will always say: It's a very interesting place, very lively.

Until today, Wu Xingxue held the jade carving and looked at the person beside him, and called out to the other person for a long time: Xiao Fuxuan.

Xiao Fuxuan was still holding his wrist, his eyes fell on the jade-colored branches of the divine wood, and he was lost for a moment. Hearing the words, his eyes moved, and he looked at Wu Xingxue.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue did have a hint of impulse——

He kind of hoped that the other party would remember what happened back then, and what that autumn night when the mysterious thunder moved under the divine tree. In this way, he can point to the flowers full of trees and ask for credit with a smile, saying: Xiao Fuxuan, the flowers you want to see.

But that night was actually very painful for the other party.

How many people has he wounded in the war, and how many people have he wounded? His capital, family, and colleagues may have all disappeared in those long nights full of wind and smoke. How many souls were there in the wilderness that he passed through when he walked to the sacred tree, who respected him and who hated him.

There is also a moment of reluctance and loneliness when the thunder splits the bones and dies...

As long as I think of these, those faint impulses are gone.

Still don't remember.

Wu Xingxue thought to himself.

So he opened his mouth, smiled dumbly, and finally said calmly: Look, the flower of Shenmu.

After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and stopped looking at Xiao Fuxuan, lest the flash of regret would be noticed by Tiansu Shangxian.

Who knew he had just turned his eyes and was about to lean over to put the jade carving down when he heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice: Wu Xingxue.

Is Shenmu you? he said.

Wu Xingxue paused.

Xiao Fuxuan said: They said that jade carvings cannot be touched, except Shenmu himself.

Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.

You also said that you were born in Luohuatai.

Wu Xingxue still didn't say a word, just looked at him like that.

I... Xiao Fuxuan paused, glanced at the young man leaning against the tree on the jade carving, and turned back: Is that the white general?

Wu Xingxue was afraid that Xiao Fuxuan would think of something, stared at the other party's eyes for a long time, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart - it should be just guessing, not remembering.

He was relieved, and then answered: They are talking upside-down and vague, and they can't be taken seriously. But why are you asking me, I should be the most confused one here.

Xiao Fuxuan looked down at him, and said after a while, You're not happy, you seem to have remembered something.

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

After a while, he saw Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to touch his face with the crook of his fingers, and asked warmly and solemnly, Why does it bloom?

...

The dignified devil suddenly stopped talking.

At that moment, regret or pity, all kinds of tastes disappeared without a trace. On the other hand, another thought flashed past without beginning and end—I am afraid that it is not a scourge to stay in the immortal capital this day.

Wu Xingxue was about to open his mouth to answer him when he suddenly heard a burst of restlessness.

He and Xiao Fuxuan were stunned for a moment at the same time, then turned their heads to look at the restless place, and saw the hanged people cocking their noses, as if they were smelling something. The direction they were rushing towards was not elsewhere, but the jade carving.

As a result, Wu Xingxue also took a few sniffs.

There is indeed a smell in the temple, like... the smell of blood.

He was a little puzzled at first, but when he glanced at the jade carving, he suddenly remembered that the blood of Xiao Fuxuan's previous life was inscribed in the jade carving. Just now, the jade carving suddenly woke up, and the smell of blood slowly came out.

The soul has always been sensitive, and it is not unusual to hear it.

Strange is their reaction after smelling the blood...

I saw those who hanged their noses while showing a confused expression, as if trying to remember something, but could not remember immediately. But the grunts spread like a tide.

This taste...

I seem to have smelled blood somewhere.

Yeah, so familiar.

Me too, I also feel a little familiar.

But... where did you smell it?

...

They kept talking, the inhalation movement became more and more obvious, and the appearance also showed a bit strange.

What happened to them? Wu Xingxue was puzzled, but his intuition was not good.

The blood came from Xiao Fuxuan in the previous life, and these hanged people were all from Luohuashan City. Luohuashan City came into existence after the death of General Bai. No matter which year these people fell in Shan City, they should not have any reaction to the smell of blood, nor should they feel somewhat familiar.

But he suddenly remembered what Xiao Fuxuan had said before: mortals revolve around life and death by spirit.

Those who live in Luohuashan City are their flesh and body in this life, and their flesh and body will return to one life. Naturally, it is impossible for them to have anything to do with Xiao Fuxuan in the previous life. But here is the difference, these hanged people are spirit souls, and spirit souls will not change no matter how many generations they rotate, and they will always be the same as they were back then.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue's face tightened.

Then Xiao Fuxuan suddenly said, Is the blood in the jade carving yours?

Wu Xingxue subconsciously said, No.

After answering, he made a tsk, a little annoyed.

Wouldn't that be a disguised admission that he remembered something?

But the situation is not very good at the moment, Xiao Fuxuan didn't say much, just glanced at him, and then said: That's good.

Wu Xingxue was stunned: Why do you say that?

Xiao Fuxuan said: It's definitely not a good thing to make the soul alive.

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to ask, he heard Xiao Fuxuan say again: A mortal person will not have the memory of the previous life after death, and the same is true of the spirit that has been stripped out. If there are still some impressions left, it must be a very profound thing.

He paused and said solemnly: Most of them can't do without death.

Wu Xingxue could understand what he meant without any further explanation.

It's very easy to understand if you think about it - for the dead, the moment of death is always the most profound memory. It was the last moment, and often the most painful moment, and the pain always outlasts the pleasure.

Because these upside-down souls are separated from each other, it is very normal to remember the things in this life. If I remember what happened before, I'm afraid... it really only has something to do with death.

In other words...

Is it the blood of Xiao Fuxuan's last life, related to the death of these hanged people in a certain life?

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue only felt a chill run over his head.

The moment this thought flashed, he suddenly heard a familiar sword cry.

In the corner of the light, Xiao Fuxuan's figure flashed by.

When he raised his eyes suddenly, he saw that the tip of Tiansu Shangxian's sword had touched the forehead of a nearby hanged man.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan say in a low voice, Offend me.

The hanging man's eyes shrank suddenly, and at the moment when the tip of the sword touched the top, he screamed and screamed.

Since it is an impression related to death, it must be most easily aroused when death is approaching again. The hanged man opened his eyes wide in the reverberation of the sword and scream, and exclaimed: I remember the smell of blood!

I remember...

Xiao Fuxuan's move is not a real interrogation, but it has the same effect as interrogation.

The next moment, the fragmented picture flashed quickly——

It was a dark wilderness, mixed with the neighing of horses and the screams of killing.

The moment he saw the picture, Wu Xingxue understood that it was a battlefield...

That was the white general who once walked through the battlefield, and the reason why the hanged man felt the smell of blood was déjà vu was because he was on that battlefield in that lifetime, opposite the white general, and died under that long sword.

At the last moment before his death, he smelled the blood of Bai Jiang's body.

...

The screams still lingered in the temple, Wu Xingxue hurriedly raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Fuxuan through the dissipated picture.

Those fragmentary pictures aroused the memories of the other hanged people, so similar words smashed down one after another, and the tide-like voice drowned towards Xiao Fuxuan——

I remember...

I remembered too.

It's you.

You killed me.

...

Before, Wu Xingxue had a bit of doubt, why the ban Shenmu chose these people, and why would he use the mortal soul to suppress a towering Shenmu. If cause and effect were to be involved, these people had nothing to do with Shenmu, so why did it happen to them.

At this moment, he suddenly understood—

Xiao Fuxuan in the previous life gave Shenmu shelter before his death, and he was the one most deeply involved with Shenmu. And he was once a young general, walking through the flames of war, with souls at the bottom of his sword.

Someone... specially recruited those who died on the battlefield and under the sword of the general in their previous lives, gathered them little by little in Luohuashan City, and finally took their spirits and detained them here.

Using the cause and effect between them and Xiao Fuxuan full of killing obstacles, they banned the sacred tree that was sheltered by Xiao Fuxuan.

No wonder!

No wonder Xiao Fuxuan's forgiveness could not free these spirits. With such a cause and effect in front of them, how could it be possible for them to be freed. If he wanted to move forcibly, he had to move on Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue's face instantly turned cold.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan's always handsome and cold face.

A rare moment of emptiness appeared. Seeing the white jade-like Tiansu put away his sword, holding the hilt, he silently looked at those trapped spirits...

Wu Xingxue's heart was pierced by something delicate.