Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

When Xiao Fuxuan stood up, he received the coercion that enveloped the entire inn.

The younger disciples of the Feng family felt a sudden light on their bodies, and they were able to move. But they looked at each other, stunned, didn't dare to move, and looked at the person who was in charge of his family.

It's a pity that Feng Huiming, who is in charge, doesn't care about them at all.

With a sullen face, he straightened his robes when he got up from the ground. His posture was not messy, but a thin red was floating on the side of his face.

Elder Huiming, you— Feng Shulan knew his temperament well and looked at him several times.

I'm fine. Feng Huiming interrupted her with a firm tone.

He said a lot in a hurry just now, but now he has eased up, and the more he thinks about it, the more embarrassed he feels. It's a pity that it's hard to get over the water, and under the watchful eyes of the public, he can only hold on to the air.

When Feng Shulan helped him, he lowered his voice and said, You shouldn't bring people back to Feng's house, no matter what, at least know the owner of the house.

Feng Huiming frowned and said, I'm measured.

Feng Shulan glanced at him.

Feng Huiming added another sentence: What's more, the patriarch said that when he is inconvenient, I can make the final call.

Feng Shulan didn't say any more.

She turned her head and glanced at the little disciples, raised her voice and said, What are you doing stupid? Can't stand up and wait for me to help you?

She has smiling lips, but she doesn't like to laugh, and her tone is a bit hot. She is in charge of the disciple hall all the year round, and the younger disciples are afraid of her, so naturally they dare not wait for her to help.

They got up in a hurry, shook off the spirit-bound locks on their bodies, and removed the throat seal on each other's foreheads. Only then did they make a sound, but they still stuck to the corner of the wall.

Feng Shulan: Come here.

The little disciples came together obediently.

Feng Shulan stepped aside, pointed at Xiao Fuxuan, and said coldly to the disciples, Come and thank Shangxian.

Young disciples: ???

They really couldn't figure out why they had to thank the kidnappers because they were kidnapped.

Even Xiao Fuxuan himself was a little surprised and glanced at Feng Shulan.

The younger disciples were indeed a little apprehensive, but the confusion overwhelmed everything: Thank you for what???

Feng Shulan: Thank them for showing mercy.

This is actually a good saying.

Now throw out the words merciful, anyone who hears this will not be merciful. If something unexpected happens in the future to cause conflict, these little disciples can also be spared—

Thank you in person after all.

This method is very effective for people who often talk about affection in the secular world. Unfortunately, Xiao Fuxuan is not such a person.

But this did not prevent Wu Xingxue from thinking that the girl's character was interesting, at least it was more interesting than Feng Huiming.

Obviously, he wasn't the only one who felt this way. Ning Huaishan bowed to the doctor and asked in a low voice, What did you say before? This girl later became—

Doctor Wusheng couldn't hold back and interrupted his call: What is this?

Ning Huaishan didn't like being interrupted: Girl, what's the matter, did you have such a big reaction?

Doctor Wusheng: ...

He glanced at Ning Huaishan several times, and really couldn't understand how this little devil himself was born like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, how could he be so keen to call others in such an elder's tone.

Doctor Wusheng kindly reminded: Don't forget that this was hundreds of years ago. Logically speaking, she is your senior.

Ning Huaishan rushed in the direction of Shulan and said, I called her old senior, and then said that you let her. Do you think she will chop your mouth with a sword.

Doctor Wusheng: ...

Yes. Wu Xingxue's voice interjected softly.

Ning Huaishan immediately stopped his arrogance: City Lord.

In the gap between Feng Shulan and the disciples explaining the matter, Wu Xingxue vaguely heard the conversation between Ning Huaishan and Yi Wusheng, and asked curiously, You just said, what did this girl become?

Doctor Wusheng was about to speak when Ning Huaishan rushed to answer, Patriarch.

Wu Xingxue said Oh, neither unexpected nor unexpected: You know all this?

Ning Huaishan: That's it!

It is rare for him to be praised by the city owner once, and he is very enthusiastic. Immediately took out what he had heard from Yi Wusheng, and began to show off: She was the previous head of the Feng family, but she was gone a long time ago.

Wu Xingxue was a little puzzled after hearing this: Last term?

Ning Huaishan: Yes.

Wu Xingxue: When you entered Zhaoye City, you talked about Xue Li, the city owner of Zhaoye City...

Ning Huaishan let out a tsk, not really wanting to hear about the new city lord.

Wu Xingxue pointed at Doctor Wusheng: Sir said at the time, that Xue Li is the son of an old friend, the youngest son of the previous head of the Feng family... Isn't that the girl's son?

Ning Huaishan was stunned.

Wu Xingxue said: It's a bit strange at this age.

Yi Wusheng was born a hundred years ago, and the current Luohuashan City was at least three hundred years ago. Of course, the life expectancy in Immortal Sect is very long, and it is not a problem for hundreds of years, but it still sounds a little bit weird.

Ning Huaishan opened his mouth. He couldn't answer this time, he hesitated and pushed Yi Wusheng out: Come here.

Yi Wusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still looked straight when he explained: It's not the owner of the house that I'm friends with, but her Taoist companion. It's true that there is a difference in years, it's a good old friend, but...

but what?

But I still don't think it's right. Yi Wusheng thought about it and said, Senior Shulan is based on age.

Pushing it forward, pushing it to Luohuashan City, at this time, it may be... a little younger. So I heard her name at the door of this inn, and I almost thought I heard it wrong, and I was very surprised.

But he added: But what I know and remember is not so accurate.

After a hundred years of people in the Immortal Sect, they seldom calculate their age, let alone the age of others. Doctor Wusheng waved his hand and said, It can't be true, it can't be true.

Afraid of making a joke, he took the initiative to change the subject: In comparison, I am more surprised by the other.

another?

Wu Xingxue followed his gaze and saw Feng Huiming.

Why are you surprised?

He's about the same age as Senior Shulan, but I've never heard of him. Yi Wusheng's voice became even lower. It was really inconvenient for the Feng family to hear these words, otherwise it would easily lead to misunderstanding.

Because at first glance, it always makes people think of bad results, such as... premature death.

But another thought flashed in Wu Xingxue's mind - if it really was a premature death or a similar situation, it would add a bit of embarrassment, and it would be easier and more regrettable, right?

Thinking about it this way, Feng Huiming's situation is even more strange.

But after all, this is something that hasn't happened yet, and random guessing can't be counted, and they soon stopped discussing.

As soon as Feng Shulan explained everything to the juniors, he nodded to them and signaled that he could leave. Feng Huiming was already standing by the door of the inn, waiting sideways for everyone to pass by.

Second come...

Mainly because of the second time, Wu Xingxue was distracted by Tiansu Shangxian.

When talking about the age gap between Feng Shulan and Yi Wusheng, Xiao Fuxuan was still listening. But then he didn't know what to think, and when he turned his toes, he avoided the back of the red pillar.

At that time, Yi Wusheng was talking. Out of courtesy, Wu Xingxue's eyes didn't turn, but his peripheral vision always landed on Hongzhu.

He could see the corner of Tiansu's robe and the toe of his soap boots, but he couldn't really see it. It tasted like a lightly scratched claw with a not sharp paw...

***

Xiao Fuxuan lowered his hand, and the sword energy between his fingers returned to calm.

He was about to lift his foot when suddenly he heard a soft voice: Tangtang Tiansu, secretly doing something bad here.

The words were slightly dragged, deliberately emphasizing the word secretly.

There have been many people who have said that the person occasionally speaks in this tone of voice, which always makes people feel a little itchy. Every time he heard this kind of words, he would be a little upset.

Those people thought he didn't like to hear about Spirit King. Not really, he just didn't like it coming out of someone else's mouth.

Xiao Fuxuan turned around and saw Wu Xingxue leaning his head towards him and said, I caught him straight.

His eyes moved, and he whispered, What are you arresting me for?

Wu Xingxue looked at him, his lips moved but did not answer immediately. After a while, he said in that dragging tone, I'm really curious.

So what are you doing here? he asked.

Xiao Fuxuan said: Dividing the spirit.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment: What kind of spirit?

Xiao Fuxuan: The spirit of the soul.

Wu Xingxue: ?

Wu Xingxue: Which spirit?

The big devil simply wrote the question mark on his face, thinking that something as important as the soul can still be divided? I'm afraid you're not bluffing me with amnesia.

Sure enough, he saw Tiansu's eyes swept across his face, as if he was bluffing enough, and said, The spirit of spiritual consciousness.

Spiritual consciousness sounds much more normal, after all, Wu Xingxue had seen his spiritual consciousness leave the body before.

He let out an oh and said in his heart: Sure enough, it's really quick to learn.

But he also thought about this in his heart, but what he asked was: Why do you suddenly need to divide spiritual consciousness?

Xiao Fuxuan: Just in case.

Wu Xingxue remembered the words of the talented doctor Wusheng about Feng Shulan and Feng Huiming. Xiao Fuxuan avoided Zhu Hou after hearing that, so he probably thought it was a little weird.

Wu Xingxue pondered: Can you keep your back after a little bit of spiritual knowledge?

Xiao Fuxuan: That's right.

Wu Xingxue pondered.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't know what he was pondering, but his intuition was not a good thing.

Sure enough, he saw the devil said to him, Then give me a share.

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

Tiansu looked at him without saying a word. He was obviously expressionless, but he could see a bit of a headache... No, it hurts everywhere.

Wu Xingxue... He said in a deep voice.

The devil had an intuition that he was going to say no, so he asked first, Is it difficult to divide your spiritual knowledge?

As he said that, he also looked at Xiao Fuxuan, after all, this person had just split it up by himself.

Xiao Fuxuan moved his lips, and after a while, two words popped up: No.

The devil said: That's fine, it's not uncomfortable, and you can stay behind. Wouldn't it be a loss if you don't divide it?

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

Xiao Fuxuan: That's a loss.

Demon: ...

It is said that Tiansu Shangxian does not eat hard and soft, and I have learned it.

The devil pursed his lips and looked at him, pondering for a moment, then turned around and said, Oh, then I'll ask Ning Huaishan and Yi Wusheng to see if they can help—

Before the word busy was spoken, Wu Xingxue felt that she was being pulled.

He turned around and saw Xiao Fuxuan half-drooping his eyes, and said solemnly, Give me your hand.

A smile appeared in Wu Xingxue's eyes and handed over.

But soon his smile stopped...

The moment Xiao Fuxuan held him warmly and cleanly, the energy belonging to another person poured into the veins along the touch. Those qi energy were as arrogant as Tiansu's sword intent, and they couldn't be ignored when they poured in along the veins.

He could clearly feel that the energy passed through all the vital points in the whole body, and after all the orifices were completely cleared, it flowed to the heart everywhere.

Wu Xingxue's fingers tightened almost unconsciously.

Those qi energy suddenly slowed down when they rushed to the heart, and they were wrapped up almost gently.

At that moment, he heard Xiao Fuxuan's low and deep voice, which was almost close to his heart: Wu Xingxue... What kind of spiritual consciousness are you, you can ask others to help you at will.