Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The two little boys ran to them only to realize that there was another person. They all glanced at Xiao Fuxuan, and they shrank behind Wu Xingxue with great recognition, and hid behind the robe.

Wu Xingxue felt that he had picked up a ghost.

Xiao Fuxuan turned his head, and looked at him without looking at the boy who was talking nonsense.

Wu Xingxue closed his eyes.

For the first time in his life, he resisted calling himself home.

Or I can make up a name.

Wu Xingxue thought about breaking the jar.

Anyway, don't get close to this Tiansu stranger, and definitely don't remember who the immortals are. Even if you have heard of someone's name taboo, you will not take it to heart, let alone face it.

Just do it.

He was about to open his mouth when he saw Xiao Fuxuan's thin lips move slightly, and his deep voice sounded: I have no grudges with King Spirit, why do people harm me.

Wu Xingxue: ...

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When the two little boys heard this, they stuck their heads out from behind him and widened their eyes in surprise. Then he looked at Wu Xingxue and whispered: Sir, he is Tiansu? Then did we miss something?

Wu Xingxue: ...

He picked up the Chaotian Chiu on the little boy's head, and asked faintly, Do you two think your voice is very small?

The little boy is not dumbfounded, and he still doesn't understand the capabilities of everyone in Xiandu. The quiet voice they thought was a loud conspiracy in front of Tiantang Tiansu.

Little boy: Isn't it small?

Wu Xingxue laughed.

The little boy smiled when he saw him, probably cowardly, and silently retracted his head.

Wu Xingxue kept that smile, raised his eyes again, and met Xiao Fuxuan's eyes again.

... Lord Ling Wang still explained, That's right, I just came out of Sang Feng, he grabbed me and cried for a long time, I couldn't stand it anymore, and said something casually in order to escape, just kidding. That's it.

He thought to himself that everyone in Lige's ability to grind people has experienced it. As soon as Sang Feng was mentioned, Xiao Fuxuan must have known what was going on, and he would have saved himself any more fuss.

Who knew that Tiansu Shangxian glanced at him after listening, and said solemnly: Who is Sang Feng?

Wu Xingxue was very surprised: You don't know Sang Feng?

Xiao Fuxuan: Should I know?

Wu Xingxue reminded: Li Ge, the one who gave the boy immortal messenger.

When Xiao Fuxuan heard this, his face instantly collapsed.

He actually didn't have any expressions, but the boy's reaction immediately seemed to be suffering a lot, which was especially funny in Wu Xingxue's eyes.

It seems that Tiansu suffered a lot. Wu Xingxue said.

He couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, Xiao Fuxuan looked down at him, and said solemnly: It seems that the scourge of King Ling is to let Lige torture me again.

Wu Xingxue: ...

Who said that Tiansu is taciturn and cherishes words like gold?

He flatly denied: Of course not.

Xiao Fuxuan: What is that?

King Ling said uh in his heart, and he couldn't make up the following text, and finally he had to bend his eyes and smile, saying: It's all said, it's just a joke, it can't be true. If Lige really harms you, you can settle the account with me again. Not too late.

The fingers on his back hooked, and the two little boys behind him were swept out by a nameless wind.

The little boy was stunned: ?

Before they could ask any questions, Wu Xingxue poked the back of their heads and pushed them forward.

The little boy has been taught some conditioned reflexes by him in the past two days - he started to give a farewell speech after poking the back of the head. The two little things immediately raised their faces, and said to Xiao Fuxuan crisply: The lord must be busy, and my lord is also busy, so there is no more delay, farewell!

Tiansu: ...

The moment Wu Xingxue turned around, he couldn't help laughing when he remembered Tiansu's indescribable expression at the end.

For the first time in the three days since he returned from the world, he laughed like this.

He walked in the direction of sitting in the spring breeze in plain clothes, with the silver-striped snow robe swept behind him, and the boots that were occasionally exposed were all silver, which blended in with the marble wind and smoke of Xiandu.

The little boy was stunned, and instantly forgot what he had done. One after another, they chased after each other, and said curiously, Sir.

Wu Xingxue lazily said um.

The little boy asked, Did you have a festival with your lord?

Wu Xingxue: How come? No.

Does the adult have a good relationship with Tiansu?

Neither. First time.

what?

What are you?

It was only when Wu Xingxue was walking that he realized that he and Xiao Fuxuan had neither politeness nor greetings, and even omitted to report their family name.

As a result, the little boy said something else: Do you know who he is when you first see an adult?

Wu Xingxue said: It's easy to recognize, the word ci on the side of his neck has not disappeared, and there is also the word 'free' on the sword in his hand.

The little boy let out an oh, and then a second question mark appeared: Then why does he know who you are, the lord? The lord doesn't have a sword.

Wu Xingxue took a step.

Indeed, he did not wear the mask he often wears, there was no spirit sword hanging around his waist, and there was no word on the side of his neck. Why do you know so sure who he is?

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around.

At this time, the white jade steps and the spiritual platform were already far behind, leaving only a distant shadow. He saw Xiao

Fu Xuan's tall figure walked over the last few steps and disappeared in the mist.

***

Wu Xingxue originally thought that a trivial joke would end there, and the relationship between him and Xiao Fuxuan would not be much different from other people in Xiandu.

It is enough for him to remember the origin of the past. He doesn't want the other party to remember those, and naturally he will not be too warm because of it.

The dignified King Ling was very lazy. He liked to laugh and make fun of people, but he was never very enthusiastic.

On the other hand, there was an inexplicable rumor in Xiandu, saying that the relationship between Tiansu and the King of Spirit was not normal.

When Wu Xingxue heard this, his face was full of question marks.

Wu Xingxue was going to go out that day, but was led back by Mrs. Sang from Lige.

The other party carried the wine picked out from the wine pool, and told him the rumors, and Wu Xingxue was at a loss: Why is the relationship unusual, you can speak more clearly.

Sang Feng said: On the day you went to my pavilion, some people said that they saw your lord, you were staying in the same day on the white jade steps in front of the spiritual platform and talked for a long time.

Wu Xingxue: Then.

Sang Feng: No more.

Wu Xingxue: ?

Lord Lingwang was full of confusion: Then why did the rumors spread?

Sang Feng explained patiently: Tiansu Shangxian cherishes words like gold. If he can speak for a long time, that is the rarest among the rare. It is said that Tiansu said several sentences that day?

...

The King of Spirit said in his heart that there is something wrong with you.

He said angrily: Do you usually count the relationship in terms of sentences? The more you talk, the better, the less you talk, the worse? If you think about it like this, the one with the best relationship with me is Lingtai Tiandao.

Sang Feng: ...

When all the immortals heard the way of heaven, they were more or less respectful, fearful and fearful, and would never bring it out in such a casual way. Sang Feng opened and closed his mouth for a long time before he said, Sir, don't make such a joke.

He paused and replied to Wu Xingxue's first half of the sentence: Of course we don't count the relationship by how much we talk, but if we really need to count... Let's see how often we come to the palace.

Wu Xingxue summed it up for him: Are you visiting?

Sang Feng thought that there was nothing wrong with it, so he simply followed his words: Yes, if you can stop by if you have nothing to do, naturally you are close.

Wu Xingxue made another Oh and smiled: Then you and I are closer than Tiansu to me.

After he finished saying this, he paused for a moment, turning his fingers lightly on the wine cup on the table.

He still had a smile on his face, but a subtle feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. It could not be said that it was emotion, regret, or both.

The taste was fleeting.

Wu Xingxue took a sip of the light wine while holding the cup, and joked, At least I have been to your court. As for Tiansu, I don't know where he lives.

Sang Feng was dumbfounded. He clinked his glasses at him, and said with a sullen sigh, Let's not say anything else in the Lige Pavilion, the immortal palaces do not know anything better than us, and this is what is recorded every day. The place is called South Window, which is quite far from you.

You were meditating behind closed doors in the palace a few years ago, and you didn't know anything. Immortals had a period of time when their spiritual energy was extremely unbalanced, and two vortices appeared.

At that time, all five senses were weakened, and Wu Xingxue really didn't know about it. Today is the first time I heard it: What do the two vortexes mean?

Sang Fengdao: The point where the most prosperous and the weakest spiritual energy converges is like two waves in the ocean. Meng Gu and I both called it that way for convenience, so we are used to it. Needless to say, you also know that the most prosperous spiritual energy is the Lingtai. . After all, there is a place to communicate with Heaven. As for the worst point...

Sang Feng paused, and Wu Xingxue said softly, Under the south window?

Sang Feng nodded: Yes, it's there.

Wu Xingxue frowned: Does he know?

Sang Feng said: I know, he chose his own residence.

When Tiansu was summoned, it was the most obvious few days. It is said that you can see that place is extremely dark and suffocating. So no one wants to go to that place. Sang Feng said, Isn't there a folk saying? Use poison to fight poison, and kill to stop killing. It is said that in that kind of place, you have to rely on people with more evil spirits to control it.

But how many of the immortals that have risen normally will carry a suffocating aura? Not to mention the suffocation that can contend with that point.

If you let those from Lingtai, such as Xian Shou Hua Xin, come to press, it is not impossible. It can be effective for a while. But it can be done for a few days, a few months, and a few years and decades? What immortals are also given The suffocation is gone. There is no one who can hold on to it for a long time...

Sanfeng paused and said, But Tiansu can.

He said, lowered his voice and said: When I first saw Tiansu, the evil spirit on his body was really heavy, so heavy that I suspected that what I saw was not an immortal, it was like... like... …”

Like someone who came out of a sea of ​​corpses with a sword in hand.

Sang Feng felt that this was not a good word, and he didn't like to speak ill of people behind his back, so he hesitated for a while, but swallowed it.

But even if he didn't say it, Wu Xingxue could almost guess what he meant.

He really suppressed the evil with evil spirits. Since Tiansu stayed there, the place became clear and bright. Except for some cold fog lingering, he couldn't see the dark shadow of the year.

Sang Feng gestured with both hands and said: His south window is just symmetrical with Lingtai, each town is one, and the whole immortal is stable. Without him, the immortal might not be able to last for a few years, maybe it will collapse one day. Now, we have to suffer together with the Taiyin Mountain and the Immortal Pagoda below, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world?

Wu Xingxue listened without saying much.

He was even more stunned when he heard Sang Feng muttering, I don't know why a high immortal is so suffocating.

Others don't know, but he is very clear - this kind of evil spirit, only those who have been in the battlefield for several lifetimes, have been on the battlefield until death, and have countless souls under the sword.

Not only did he know, he had seen it with his own eyes.

He had seen how Xiao Fuxuan in the previous life carried his sword through the wilderness full of corpses. Now that he thinks about it, he can still smell the smell.

Strangely, the general was covered in blood at the time, but what he smelled was not the smell of blood. It's hard to describe the smell, but the moment he smells it, he always thinks of cold iron and cold winter.

Sir. Sang Feng suddenly said, You are very patient today.

Wu Xingxue snapped back to his senses and looked away from the window.

He put down the cup between his fingers and said angrily, What's the matter, I usually don't have enough patience?

Sang Feng thought for a while and said, You never asked me to say such a long sentence.

In fact, it's not that people didn't say such long words, but he rarely asked questions before, so naturally others wouldn't go on talking, and he would stop at the point of what he said.

Wu Xingxue turned the cup and said nothing.

When others mentioned Xiao Fuxuan, he would indeed look and listen more. But he never put it on his face, and even the little fool who followed him day and night... The little boy didn't see it. I didn't expect Sang Feng to click on it unintentionally today.

Wu Xingxue himself was stunned.

But he turned to feel that this is very normal, after all, it has a long history. He rushed to Sang and said, After all, it's Tiansu. I've heard a lot of what you guys have said, and I'm also a little curious.

Sang Feng nodded, thinking that made sense.

***

What Sang Feng didn't know was that that night, the spirit king who was only a little curious didn't rest, but went out in thin clothes.

The two little boys followed and asked curiously, Sir, where are we going?

Their adults replied in a low voice: Just walk around.

The little boy said oh.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked away, they crossed most of the immortal capital. And their adults seem to be very clear about the direction to go, not casual at all.

It was not until Wu Xingxue stopped by a certain jade bridge and looked at a palace through a winding Tianshui that the little boy realized that their trip was indeed purposeful.

Sir, where is that? The little boy didn't quite understand, so he followed his gaze to look over there, and shivered quietly, It's so dark over there.

Wu Xingxue said, Are you two little things tight?

The little boy pursed his lips and hummed twice, indicating that he was very tight.

Wu Xingxue smiled and then withdrew his expression, and then replied in a low voice, That palace is called Nanchuangxia.

I don't know if Xiao Fuxuan chose that name, or why he chose such a name.

Wu Xingxue had never passed by here in the past, so he never knew that this place could be so dark at night, so dark that it didn't look like it was in Xiandu.

In fact, if you look closely, there are lights in the palace. It's just that the lights are shrouded in a cold, gray fog, and from a distance, the light is faint.

Sang Feng said that in the past two years, this place has gotten much better. So it's hard to imagine what it was like when Tiansu first moved in.

That was... so cool.

***

Early the next morning, as soon as Sang Feng arrived at the Li Pavilion, he found a figure standing in front of the pavilion with a long and jade-like body.

Sang Feng rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said after a while, Lord Lingwang? Why are you standing here?

He opened his mouth and counted the time. He couldn't figure out why someone like King Ling, who didn't like to visit, would wait for him at the door of the Li Pavilion at this time.

This whole day, Sang Feng felt very dreamy.

King Ling took the initiative to come to Lige to wait for him. Maybe it was urgent?

Who would have thought that he welcomed King Ling into the door and chatted for a long time, but he didn't hear the meaning of something at all, it was really just small talk.

While chatting, Sang Feng was flattered and pinched his thigh, always feeling that something was wrong.

Later, after two pots of wine, what was wrong was forgotten, and only the chat was left.

Sang Feng is a worried old woman, and Li Ge specializes in chores. When he talks about it, he speaks eloquently. With just a few words of guidance, he can lead the topic to the direction someone wants to talk about.

When Sang Feng mentioned the words under the south window, Wu Xingxue held the wine cup and smiled, thinking that he was finally on the road, but I was exhausted.

Following Sang Feng's words, he inadvertently mentioned: So...Tian Su lives in that kind of place where the suffocating air is so fierce, no one goes there on weekdays, and there is no other person in the house who can breathe. You have stuffed him there. Once a boy, it didn't work, that's all?

Sang Feng: ...

Facts are facts, but I don't know why, he didn't dare to answer these words, as if he did, it would become his Lige's responsibility.

After a long while, he vaguely arrogant, What can I do? Tiansu's temperament, I can't do it.

Wu Xingxue said angrily: I also said no, didn't you still grind me a few times? You try harder.

Sang Feng: I tried my best, and I even risked my life to make Meng Gu work hard.

Wu Xingxue: Oh? How did you work hard?

Sang Feng scratched his face with a toothache: I'll let Meng Gu try the beauty trick.

Wu Xingxue: ...

King Ling didn't speak, and Sang Feng said again: Then Meng Gu said back to me,

If she comes up with such a lifeless idea again, she will kill me alive.

Are all your little boys of the same style? The King of Spirit suddenly asked.

He actually wanted to ask, Is it all that prudent, but because of Sang Feng's face, he didn't say so.

Sang Feng was unaware, nodded and said, Yes, they are very sensible.

King Ling said: In this way, you will bring a few to me tomorrow.

Sang Fengzhi stood up: What? Lord Lingwang is planning to have those children again?

No. The King of Spirit was firm and firm, and then said: I will help you adjust it, and you will send it to Tiansu.

Sang Feng was very suspicious: Can it be useful?

***

It turned out to be really useful.

Within two days, Lige sent a letter to Zachunfeng. The letter was full of compliments, and it could be seen that the person who wrote the letter was elated.

The letter summed up as follows:

I brought the twelve children back, and as the adults instructed, while Tiansu was not there, I went to the outer courtyard under the south window and ran away. I waited in the Li Pavilion for two days, and those little boys were really not sent. Come back. If it were the past, when Tiansu returned to the palace, and there was no time for a cup of tea, those little boys would line up and come back obediently. Meng Gu was stunned, and I looked at her face for the first time. With that look, how did your lord do it?

The little boy finished reciting with emotion, raised his head and asked, Sir, do you want to reply?

Wu Xingxue said: If you don't go back, you can do it.

The boy asked again, So how did the adults do it?

The adults did not slip: Guess.

Little boy: ...

***

As a result, before the two little boys had time to guess, the answer came to the door.

That night, Wu Xingxue leaned his head against the couch, pinching a few paper balls to make something fun. Suddenly I heard a little boy running in and said, Sir! There are people outside the mansion.

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

Generally speaking, if someone is sitting outside the Spring Breeze Gate, he can definitely feel it. It is really not easy for the immortals of Xiandu to be silent under his eyes, even if he is absent-minded and not focused at the moment.

Who? Wu Xingxue straightened up.

Before the little boy could answer, he felt the snow robe swept past in front of him. His eyes flashed, and when he focused again, there was no trace of his family's Spirit King on the couch, but there were more voices in the courtyard outside.

Wu Xingxue was too lazy to go to the door, so he put on his clothes and came out from the large window lattice.

His figure almost completely melted into the fog at night. One moment he was by the window, and the next moment he arrived at the gate of the outer courtyard of the palace.

He glanced out the door.

Sitting next to the Spring Breeze Gate, there is a long string of lights, which is a bit like the one at the Luohuatai Market, very bright. The lights of the string lights are intertwined and formed into a piece, which is almost a lively meaning.

The tall figure was leaning against the wall, holding a sword and standing in the shadow of the lamp, drooping his eyes and waiting for the little boy to report.

It is Xiao Fuxuan, the immortal of Tiansu.

Wu Xingxue was startled, Why are you here?

He is sitting in the spring breeze, few people come, and even fewer people will come at this hour. It's really strange that Tiansu Shangxian who never pays any attention to anyone came here.

Tiansu turned his eyes to glance at him, but didn't answer, but turned the sword in his hand, tapped the scabbard to the farther wall, moved his lips and said, Come out.

?

Wu Xingxue was a little puzzled, and looked down his scabbard.

After Xiao Fuxuan finished knocking, a group of little boys who were not as tall as Wu Xingxue's thighs bowed their heads and lined up in a long line. They walked out of the corner and slowly gathered in front of Wu Xingxue.

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice, Is it familiar?

Wu Xingxue: ...

look familiar.

You don't need to count Wu Xingxue to know that there are no more or less than twelve of these little boys, all of which were stuffed by the Lige to Xiao Fuxuan. These little boys have been touched by him a little, so they are all familiar.

King Ling's heart is not good, this posture is not a guest.

Sure enough, when Tiansu lifted his chin towards the little boys, he said solemnly, Someone said that if Lige really finds me, it's not too late for me to settle the account.

I just went back to Xiandu after doing something. He was still wrapped in the smell of the wind and frost from the world. After standing up straight from the wall, he raised his sword and turned off the long lamp, and said softly: I Let's settle the bill, is it too late?