Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The last time Wu Xingxue stood under the sacred tree like this was too long ago.

That was the most prosperous year of Shenmu Canopy, when it was most deeply and complicatedly involved with the human world—

There have always been people who tried to use the power of Shenmu to return the dead or pull back the past and start over.

The legend is like a fire under the paper, at first hazy and vague. Then one day, it suddenly caught on the paper and burned into pieces in an instant.

So that year, this statement spread all over the world overnight.

Too many people come here, using other things as a guise, or using high-sounding reasons, in a variety of ways, to realize their prayers through the power of Shenmu, in order to achieve some goals.

And the minds of different people are sometimes completely contradictory.

In the same capital, some people expect it to prosper for a long time, and some people expect it to perish soon. The same person, some people hate to death, some people want him to live. For the same thing, the thoughts and feelings of people who are linked by cause and effect often run counter to each other.

When these bump into each other, it is easy to cause chaos, and they are self-defeating under the stacking of each other. In the end, no one is better...

As a result, many of them began to feel remorse again, and tried every means to go back to the past, trying to cut off some annoying connections or change their destiny.

This makes it even worse--

There is cause and effect under the cause and effect, and there is the human world outside the human world.

Just like a long straight and clean branch suddenly bristling with twigs, if those twigs grow well, that’s all, they just criss-cross and tangle with each other…

There was a story of ghost children in the area of ​​Jiamingzhiye.

It is said that it is a pair of brothers and teenagers who mourn alone. Later, he wandered to a small capital city in the south. While struggling to survive, he often picked up scraps of pages to read and learn books, and he was taken in by chance. After becoming an adult, they both worshipped and entered the government, and Dian Pei finally settled down for a long time.

This was supposed to be a bland but stable story with nothing to tell.

It happened that something happened later...

A monk went astray and was unwilling before his tragic death.

This incident was like throwing stones at a flat lake, disturbing the water in the pond, so that there were several chaotic lines in the good world.

As a result, innocent people suffered disasters and their lives were completely changed, including the pair of brothers.

They failed to enter the gate of the capital alive and died less than a mile away from the gate of the capital.

When he died, he was still young, small in stature, in thin clothes, and was so scrawny with hunger that he didn't even have shoes. They died behind a broken wall, and Xu was really unable to walk. At night, they used the broken wall to block the wind and wanted to sleep. The older one also protects his younger brother inside.

However... I fell asleep and never got up again.

As a result, the small country lost two young foreigners, and no one would tell the story of both of them entering the country.

On the other hand, there were two more ignorant spirits in that wilderness.

The big one carried the small one on his back, walking the same road back and forth, but he couldn't get into the capital.

Someone bumped into the two little ghosts, and most of them ran away in fright. But there was also a good person who looked at them pitifully and tried to save them, but failed.

Because they didn't deserve to die...

***

There are many people like that monk, and there are also many people like this ghost boy.

If one's heart is unwilling to start over again, there can be so many chaotic lines. Not to mention hundreds, thousands...

The existence of Shenmu for one more day will make the world a little more chaotic, and there will be more upside-down lines.

So it came to an end when the canopy was at its peak.

Legend has it that the sacred tree ascends to the sky and descends to the earth, representing the cycle of life and death.

So that year, the reincarnation of life and death stripped away the sacred tree and returned to the way of heaven. The part that became a human was given the word Zhao by God and became the earliest immortal.

The last thing he did before becoming the Spirit King was to ban Shenmu.

So the people in the Feng family were right, the forbidden area was indeed dropped by him at first.

That day, he stood on the Falling Flower Terrace, leaning against the branches with his arms crossed as before, looking down at the mortal people on the mountain road.

He heard the clerks and waiters shouting loudly in a dragging tune. One word could be changed several times, like a ditty in the marketplace.

Those hot fireworks rose and filled the air, becoming a white fog in the mountains.

He kept watching, the towering giant tree stood quietly behind him, like a tall shadow.

Until the fog and haze lingered around the mountains, the mountain road could no longer be seen. He finally mumbled: This world is so lively and beautiful, it's a pity...

Too bad I can't watch it more often.

He turned around and looked up at the canopy of the divine tree like a cloud. Standing in Luoxi, which was scattered all over the mountains, he could feel that the sacred tree was constantly blooming with new flowers, and withering and falling.

He can perceive every branch, every flower, every life and death, so he will have some regrets.

He broke off a long branch and drew a prison on the spot, drew the sacred tree and the temple enshrined in it, and then fell one by one.

Wind and frost, thunder and fire, swordsmen and soldiers.

Every time it fell, the sacred tree trembled for a while, as if there were huge invisible chains bound to the branches. it starts with a branch

Gloomy white - that's the appearance of withering.

And every time Shenmu was injured, every additional chain, Wu Xingxue could feel it, just like he could feel the blooming and falling of flowers. When the sacred tree withered, he also reacted...

This kind of reaction falls on human beings, and it is called all five senses are weakened.

He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, it was like being in boundless loneliness.

That ban took a long time, longer than he thought. Because at the time of the ban, as long as the divine tree appeared to be withered, the white jade essence everywhere would cover the trunk of the tree.

At that time, Wu Xingxue would recover a little, and he could vaguely see the pure white jade color. And in that jade color, he could vaguely hear the voice of the young general, a very vague sentence——

Ask him, Does it hurt?

Wu Xingxue listened, but did not answer.

Because he knew in his heart that it was not what he heard, but because he saw Bai Yujing, he suddenly remembered what the young general asked under the tree many years ago.

An old saying, but inexplicably became the only clear existence in that boundless darkness.

He heard it over and over again and again, and at some point later, the other party's voice sounded again: It hurts?

He was silent for a long time, and finally responded: It's okay, it's far worse than the calamity, just scratching the worm's foot.

After all, the five senses have declined, and the real pain cannot be perceived. He is just subconsciously uncomfortable, which is an illusion.

It was the third day when he dropped the last restraint and truly hidden Shenmu.

When the sacred tree was exhausted, the white jade essence was already wrapped up in the branches, and even wrapped around the long branches that Wu Xingxue had broken off.

Unfortunately, Wu Xingxue did not see this scene.

***

After the ban was completed, the blood connection between Wu Xingxue and Shenmu was completely broken. He no longer felt the same way as Shenmu, but the impact of the ban on him still remained——

For a very long time, he was in a state of loss of all five senses.

He is the earliest immortal in Xiandu.

He was named the King of Spirits because he was born from the divine wood, and felt the reincarnation of life and death.

And because he once overlooked the human world for a hundred years from the Falling Flower Terrace, he likes places where there are many people talking, and his nature prefers liveliness.

The spirit king, who prefers liveliness, sat alone in the dark silence for three years, for three full seasons.

The day when the five senses recovered, coincided with the March in the world, the apricot blossoms were in full bloom, and the warmth and warmth spread to Xiandu along with the clouds.

When Wu Xingxue opened his eyes, he saw that the petals fell slantingly and accumulated a small piece by the windowsill, and his mood suddenly improved.

He glanced at the empty forehead, moved in his heart, and wanted to name this place. But the spring light was just right by the window, he leaned on his legs, lazy and didn't want to stay.

He glanced around the room, looking for something handy, but saw a long branch beside the couch.

It was folded by him when he was digging the ground for Shenmu, but he remembered it. But the long branch has changed its appearance, and it is covered with a layer of cold white jade.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a long time, and finally realized what was going on.

He laughed dumbly and picked it up.

The long jade-colored branch pulled a beautiful arc in his hand, turning it into a long sword with flowing aura.

...

That day, all the envoys passing by saw that scene.

The window lattice of Yuyao Palace is wide, and there is a fog-like gauze curtain. King Ling stepped on the fallen flowers that had accumulated by the window sill, lifted the curtain, and flew out to the eaves.

He landed steadily on the corner of the eaves, turned the long sword in his hand, and engraved three words on the forehead of the Yaogong gate with a smile—

Sit in the spring breeze.

When he retracted his sword, a ray of spring breeze swept the falling flowers by the window and rushed all over his body.

Later, the envoys mentioned it again, and they all said that it was a glimpse.

***

During the three years that King Ling sat in meditation, Xiandu already had the appearance of prosperity. Heavenly Dao was transformed into Lingtai, and the monks in the world rose one after another. At that time, there were five immortals in the twelve immortals of Lingtai.

The prayers and offerings to the sacred tree that were once slowly dissipated as the sacred tree was sealed, and now fell to the immortals of Lingtai.

The immortals of Lingtai are in different hands and perform their duties. And once those complicated prayers are scattered, it actually shows a kind of orderly meaning.

But that only ends with the immortals of Lingtai. For Wu Xingxue, the world has never been in order.

Later, people in Xiandu would always be curious-Tiansu held the punishment and pardon, and the other immortals also had their own duties to bless the world. Only the Spirit King, no one knows what he is in charge of.

There was once someone who was curious and unbearable, and had a bit of admiration, trying to quietly follow the Spirit King to the world. I wanted to see what he was doing when he was not in Xiandu.

But they never found anything, because every time they followed to the world, they would always watch the Spirit King suddenly disappear without a trace or warning.

That's not the usual concealment technique. As immortals, if they used the concealment technique, they would be able to see it to some extent. But apart from concealment, they couldn't think of any other answer.

It was always a mystery, and it was destined to be a mystery.

Because Tian Zhao always falls directly into the hands of the Spirit King, and the secret can never be revealed. Therefore, the only person who really knows the answer is the King Spirit himself.

Only Wu Xingxue knew what he was doing every time he received an edict from heaven...

He was there to cut those lines.

Those who vainly tried to start over forcibly pulled everything back to the past and changed their lives, so that they became confused, like a long branch suddenly branching out into several thin branches, and they intersected each other.

Cause those who shouldn't die to die and those who shouldn't live to live, life and death are disordered, and the years are reversed.

And the Spirit King is the one who cuts off the side branches.

He puts the disordered life and death in place, and corrects the reversed sequence. Pull back what shouldn't be dead, kill what shouldn't be alive.

Most of the immortals in the sky are compassionate and gentle, and what they do is either blessing or shelter. Even if the heavens are located, all those who fall under the sword are evil demons.

Only the Spirit King has killed people.