Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

When the twelve little boys heard the word guest, they instantly came to life——

Good to be a guest!

Being a guest means not sending them away!

In view of the hands and feet of a certain adult, these little things are actually a little more alive than living people... It can be said that it is the essence of the play.

Seeing that they were still covered with dark clouds one moment, the next moment they laughed so much that their eyes narrowed.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't pay attention, and the twelve little boys disappeared without a trace.

Looking up again, they were already lined up on both sides of the Spring Breeze Gate, six on each side, neatly folded, with their hands folded and a milky voice: Sir, please—

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

Wu Xingxue turned away his face silently, feeling that his hands and feet might have gone a little too far.

His own two little boys were even more stunned, and after a while he raised his face and said, Sir, this is—

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xingxue moved his fingers behind his back.

The two little things clearly wanted to say, This is what you call 'lively and good at acting'?, but the voice came out of his mouth and became This is the boy from Tiansu adults? Wow!

Little boy: ...

They lowered their heads and touched their mouths, feeling that the door was closed.

Wu Xingxue glanced at them and gave your head a glance, thinking that these two little ones don't say anything else, the seller is really a must.

They are all sold in front of the same person...

What if you change someone?

Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan's attention was focused on the twelve children who were lined up, and he didn't seem to notice the small movements here at all.

Wu Xingxue was instantly relieved.

The twelve little boys bowed their heads for a long time, but they didn't see their master moving, and they all looked up and wondered, Sir?

As soon as he looked up, he saw the numb faces of their adults.

The little boy went back silently, leaving Tiansu two rows of chirp heads.

Wu Xingxue completely forgot that he was the culprit, and watched the fun with a smile on his face.

He said to Xiao Fuxuan: If you don't enter the door again, be careful they will play it for you again.

As soon as he finished speaking, he only felt a wisp of wind swept across the tip of his nose, and Xiao Fuxuan was already standing in the courtyard sitting in the spring breeze.

Wu Xingxue closed the door with a smile, and strode into the room.

Xiao Fuxuan walked beside him and dropped half of his shoulders.

With only such a few steps away, Wu Xingxue realized what everyone in Xiandu often said - even if Tiansu Shangxian didn't say a word, his sense of existence was particularly evident.

There was a long fog curtain hanging over the door of the house. The two little boys were now very skilled, and they ran over to lift the fog curtain to both sides.

Lord Ling Wang finally talked about the etiquette of hospitality - he turned sideways when entering the door, and let the guests advance.

Who knew that the guest took a step when he lifted the curtain and passed by, turned his head to look at it from a very close distance, opened his lips and asked, These boys behind me are the handwriting of King Spirit?

His voice was very low, it was obviously a question, but his tone was downward, and he couldn't hear the slightest doubt, like a light statement.

King Ling denies: No.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyebrows.

King Ling said again: What am I doing with your boy?

Xiao Fuxuan didn't move, looked at him for a long time before nodding.

Oh, so. His voice dropped, and the man had entered the room.

For some reason, Wu Xingxue always felt that these three words were somewhat meaningful. But looking at Tiansu's face, it was still that cold and indifferent expression, it didn't look like he would do anything.

He must have thought too much.

After a while, he silently retracted this sentence.

He didn't think too much, he thought less...

Where did Tiansu Shangxian come to be a guest, just to play with him——

He asked the little boy to bring the jug over and filled Xiao Fuxuan's glass. The other party was very simple, and took a drink and drank it. Then he said to the little boy who was beside him in a low voice: Good wine, thank you.

Wu Xingxue was holding the cup, and before he could understand what Thank you meant, he saw the twelve little boys obediently and actively lined up, and Baba walked up to him...

The little boy in the first row came up with a big bow and clasped his hands together. If he was given three incense sticks, that would be the standard respect for the ancestors in the folk ancestral halls.

Wu Xingxue: ?

The little boy leaned to the bottom and said, King Xie Ling for the hospitality!

After thanking him, he ran away.

The little boy who followed him stepped forward, and it was another standard gift, blessed to the end: King Xie Ling entertained!

Jing finished and ran again, for the third one.

And then the fourth, the fifth...

Thank you twelve times in a row.

Lingwang wine has not been drunk half a sip, just looking at it looks drunk.

But this is just the beginning.

Tiansu Shangxian Xiao Fuxuan is indeed a taciturn person. He doesn't talk much, and he is an elegant and quiet guest. But thanks to the blessing of these twelve boys, sitting in the spring breeze is not silent for a moment.

The Twelve Boys were afraid that Lord Tiansu would not want them, so they were very active that night, and at first they were still unmoved. Later, Lingdu was saved, and I began to realize-

Clink glasses with the Spirit King, and touch twelve.

Pour wine for King Ling, and the twelve wine jugs are respectfully waiting by the side, filling them up as soon as they finish drinking, and filling them up as soon as they finish drinking.

The freshly brewed jade glutinous rice wine in the wine pool is a little thick, and people drink it with a little enthusiasm. Twelve fans are instantly erected next to it.

...

Wu Xingxue's own two little boys had no room to intervene at all. They struggled at first, trying to stop.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, let alone twenty-four hands. The two little guys gave up in the end, put their sleeves on the pestle, and helped pass the jug and the fan. They were very well-behaved.

When Wu Xingxue turned around, what he saw was the way they were handing a fan, and he laughed angrily.

With this smile, there is no need for any hospitality.

He put the white jade cup on the table and said, Xiao Min!

At that time, people in Xiandu referred to him as Tiansu, which was an honorary title. In front of him, he even had to add a word adult, no one would call him by the real Xiao surname.

Not to mention the tone.

This would normally be considered a disrespect. The Spirit King came from Shenmu, was born and raised by nature, was used to it, and was not so particular about it. But Tiansu is different...

In the public opinion, Tiansu Leng Jun is sharp, never gets close to people, and should not like disrespect.

But when he heard the sound of Xiao Min, he still raised his head and drank the wine in the cup. His Adam's apple slid, swallowed the wine, and then turned to look at Wu Xingxue, and replied in a low voice: Yes.

Yu Min is easy to get drunk, he drank a lot, but his eyes were still the same as before, like a cold star on a winter night.

The King Spirit is annoyed, he said.

When the little boy heard that Lord Ling Wang was actually annoyed, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked up at Wu Xingxue. They no longer fanned, and one by one they froze in place. After a while, two blisters of tears came out of the black grape-like eyes.

Wu Xingxue: ...

When the twelve little boys surrounded him and started to cry, he closed his eyes very badly...

Then he grabbed Tiansu.

Tiansu Shangxian had just returned from doing business in the human world. He was dark and soapy, with smoke and gold on his cuffs. Ling Wang's long fingers rested on it, appearing whiter and thinner. It is almost impossible to see that these hands are extremely stable when holding the sword, and extremely neat when beheading.

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell on his fingers, and it took a while to raise his eyes.

Wu Xingxue smiled very elegantly, and then she took it away and said with a blank face: You better stop being a guest. Take these little boys and go back to your south window.

At that time, King Ling's face that changed when he said that he changed, and the little boys who were crying in a ball contrasted with each other.

Xiao Fuxuan swept over them and turned away.

His eyes moved, and Wu Xingxue remembered that scene a long time later, and still felt that it was a rare smile that flashed by.

So that at that moment he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked, Why did you recognize me that day?

Xiao Fuxuan was about to get up to take the sword, when he stretched out his hand, he paused and turned to look at Wu Xingxue: Which day?

Wu Xingxue said: Which day is there?

Xiao Fuxuan reacted: On the jade steps?

Wu Xingxue nodded: Yes.

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice: There are several spirit kings in the immortals, why can't they recognize them?

This sounds correct at first glance, but...

Even though there is only one Spirit King in Xiandu, they have never met. Even if he has heard many times about the Ling King from the mouths of the immortals, even if he speaks it vividly, he has not seen it with his own eyes.

Really see, still have to rely on those special features to distinguish.

He recalled what the little boy said that day, and said, I didn't wear the mask I usually wear, I didn't have a sword, and I didn't have the words on my neck. Where did you come from—

Before the words recognized were spoken, a clanging sound suddenly sounded in the room.

Wu Xingxue paused, looked up at Xingsheng, and saw that the long sword he was leaning against the couch moved for some reason and fell to the ground.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the spirit sword made a neat and beautiful arc and fell into his hand.

Sword Immortals have spirits and can sense people and things, and it is not uncommon for them to suddenly move. What's more, there is a white jade essence in this sword, which was once transformed by Xiao Fuxuan's blood.

And Xiao Fuxuan stood a step away and asked, What happened to the sword?

Wu Xingxue made a soft oh sound, and glanced down at the sword body, holding the sword in his hand and turning an arc: It's nothing, it's more...spiritual.

People who use swords are always very sensitive to swords, and they can see the advantages and disadvantages at a glance. What's more, this is the sword of the Spirit King.

Xiao Fuxuan said, Your sword is not made of iron.

Tiansu's eyesight is really not made of black iron. Wu Xingxue said softly: It is... the essence of white jade.

Bai Yujing?

Yes, there is a place in the world called Luohuatai, I wonder if you have heard of it? Wu Xingxue said, There is a white jade essence there.

When he mentioned the Falling Flower Terrace, he raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Fuxuan.

Tiansu's expression has not changed, it is still the same as usual, as if he is listening to a completely unfamiliar place.

really……

Can not remember.

Wu Xingxue thought to himself.

He closed his eyes, and there was no need to ask again if he wanted to ask impulsive before.

It's strange, if it was before, he would have some loss. But at this moment, maybe it was because Xiao Fuxuan was standing in front of him, saying guest and walking into his sitting spring breeze. So that point of loss passed away in a hurry, almost to nothing.

Holding the sword behind his back, he winked at his two little boys, and was about to see off the guests. Suddenly I heard Tiansu say: I have seen you in the world.

Wu Xingxue tightened his hands behind his back and raised his eyes quickly.

a moment later

It was only then that he realized that Xiao Fuxuan had listened to his unresolved question and was answering.

- where did you recognize it?

- I saw you in the world.

***

Which world? Wu Xingxue asked.

Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his eyes for a while, seeming to be in a trance, and said after a while, A long time ago, in Beijing Guan.

Wu Xingxue's fingers slowly loosened again.

The answer is both expected and unexpected.

It is not on the sacred tree of Luohuatai, which is to be expected.

In Jingguan, it was unexpected again.

Jingguan is a later name, later than Luohuatai, and a few decades earlier than today's Xiandu.

It was not a city, a mountain, or an island. Jingguan used to be an unremarkable wilderness, in the outskirts of the dream city later.

That inconspicuous wilderness has become special and has a name because of the intermittent wars that have been going on for hundreds of years.

Those who have died in countless wars, generation after generation, can almost span several lives of an ordinary person.

The corpses of those who died in the war were piled up like a mountain, their stumps were mixed, and the blood and mud were mixed together.

So those unrecognized corpses were transported to the wilderness where few people passed by, and they were built with sand and mud stones, one after another, to build huge tombs.

There are thousands of dead people in each tomb.

After a long time, that wilderness has become a place for the accumulation of unknown corpses in the world, and it has a special name called Jingguan.

That is probably the place where the dead gather the most in the world, and if it is used a little, it will be a vicious whirlpool.

Everything in the world is always relative one by one - since there is such a place where graves gather, there is a corresponding gravekeeper.

Those who can surround and defend that kind of place are more or less capable. It is said that the man who settled the cave there was a homeless cultivator.

Because all the relatives who were involved with him in the world were deceased, they were buried in the tomb of Jingguan, so he stayed there and became the tomb keeper of Jingguan.

The loose cultivator built a tower on the border of Jingguan, and he lived in the tower.

An ancient bell hangs on the top of the tower.

Every night, the loose cultivator would walk around the Jingguan, and if nothing happened, he would fly to the top of the tower and ring the bell.

People who used to live near Jingguan have heard that voice——

The bell rang, signifying that everything was peaceful tonight.

The loose cultivator later took in some homeless children, and there must be something special about the children who can live with him in the Jingguan Tower—

They were born with a very fierce and vicious personality, which was just enough to match the viciousness of Jingguan, so that they would not die prematurely.

It's just that living in such a place for a long time is always detrimental to the living. So the loose cultivator taught those children some survival techniques.

It is both father and teacher.

This could have become a legend, or a good story, which has been circulated in the world for a long time.

Unfortunately not.

That loose cultivator stayed in that most vicious place for a long time and was affected without knowing it. Once, when he was practicing, he was slightly careless, and he went into the devil under the collision of the fierce and evil spirit.

After that, the loose cultivator seemed to have changed his personality, and slowly came up with many terrifying thoughts. Thirst for flesh and blood, longs for prosperity, and hates his own aging flesh drive.

But he didn't show it on his face.

In addition, he used to protect Yifang Taiping, and the people who knew him had never suspected that he would do something that was intolerant of common sense.

Those children who were taken in and raised by him slowly became his memorial offerings in the unknown tower.

Blood, flesh, skin and bones...

Once he entered the evil way, these things became what he longed for.

In order not to be seen, he was very careful every time he killed a child, doing it quietly—

The easiest hand to kill from the closest, because there is no defense.

Starting from the most unresisting kill is the least static because it is effortless.

...

He enjoyed it slowly and tinkered with great care.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer living people in the tower, and more and more walking corpses, but they have not been found.

However, the loose cultivator fell deeper and deeper and craved more and more, and such a slow and meticulous method was no longer suitable for him.

Some living people can't stop him from changing at all - he is still old and rotten, and every day he opens his eyes, he can smell the withered and dull smell in his body.

He left the most difficult two or three disciples unkilled as a retreat. Then start looking for new ways. He controls the walking corpses, as well as the disciples who are still alive.

If there is something inconvenient to do, they will be driven to do it—the dead will be driven to walk. It is convenient for the living to drive the two or three disciples.

...

so many years.

The loose cultivator borrowed some sinister magic techniques to pave a road with tens of millions of dead people in Jingguan, and thus got a little branch when Shenmu was banned.

Generally speaking, if the broken branches of the sacred tree are scattered in the human market, it is difficult to hide them. But Jingguan is an exception...

There are countless huge tombs gathered here, countless dead people are buried, and countless corpse auras are lingering. This kind of fierce and evil place just covers the breath of the broken branches of the sacred tree.

So the loose cultivator took the path that many people could not resist tempted to take.

Using the broken branches of the sacred tree, he kept going back and forth—

He went back to the point before he killed his first child, and drove away all the people he took in. Then he endured evil thoughts for several years, and when he finally broke out, he was so crazy that he couldn't control himself, and he slaughtered people in nearby towns.

He also went back to the time before he went crazy and wanted to make himself known, but he couldn't bear the later cultivation, as well as the satisfaction and joy of doing whatever he wanted.

He also went back to an earlier time, simply avoiding Jingguan and looking for another cave. But when he saw Jingguan's ghosts, he couldn't help but take action, and then slowly returned to the old way.

People are always extremely complicated.

That loose cultivator went back and forth a lot, and he couldn't even figure out whether he was good or evil. Why did he do so many good things and then do so many evil things?

Why did he kill and eat meat without blinking, but when he went back to the past and saw the ghosts at work, he couldn't help but try to save people?

After a lot of back and forth, he became numb.

He lived the life of those decades over and over again, doing it this way and then changing it again. So that sometimes he suddenly suspects that he is the only homeless deceased, trapped in the situation formed over the decades.

Later, he even forgot what he wanted to go back so many times, and only remembered the obsession of wanting to go back.

...

That was the most troublesome imperial edict that King Ling had ever received.

Because the loose cultivator has gone back and forth too many times, dozens of different lines have been derived from him alone.

Wu Xingxue remembers it too clearly...

At the beginning of each time, he flew to Jingguan, stood under the tower that did not see the light, and looked up at the bell hanging on the tower.

He always raised his hand and closed the silver silk mask to cover his face, then swiped the hilt of the sword and walked into the blue-gray cold mist.

Passing through the cold fog, he would land on one of the lines.

He watched the loose cultivator walk the established path until he grasped the point of causal transformation, and then lifted his sword and slashed cleanly.

Every time a line is cut, he always has to investigate again, clean up some mistakes and omissions, and make sure that everything is correct before going to another.

And confirming that it is correct means that he wants to see those key things happen...

So he tossed around in those chaotic lines, beheading, cleaning up, and probing.

He had to watch over and over again the loose cultivator carrying the exorcism lantern quietly patrolling the huge tomb in Jingguan, and then going to the top of the tower to ring the ancient bell.

Watching him help others first, then kill others; watch him go from good to evil.

He also had to confirm over and over again that the children who were taken in fell into the tiger's mouth one by one, died one by one, and became a controlled walking corpse.

He would sometimes stand by the corpse for a long time, but he couldn't see what he was thinking.

His hand holding the sword was always steady, and he was always tall and straight when standing in the fog. He was wearing a mask, so no one knew what the expression on the face under the mask would look like.

He always stood, and after a long time he threw away the mud stars or blood beads on the sword, and turned around and disappeared into the thick fog.

Later, he watched the life of the loose cultivator too many times, watched the death of children too many times, and watched the mountains and fields of corpses too many times, each of which was broken by him.

So that for a moment, he had a subtle sense of disgust.

He also didn't know where the sudden sense of disgust came from, and who it was aimed at - whether it was disgust with those who acted recklessly, or also included himself holding a sword like a bystander.

After cleaning up all the messy lines, he returned to the normal season and the normal world.

Coincidentally, it was March, so he went to Luohuatai.

The city of Luohuashan just opened, the lights stretched for twelve miles, and the mountains were full of rouge.

He didn't have a predetermined place to go, he just walked through the crowded sea of ​​people, watching the bustling street vendors carts and the smoke filled with haze.

Leaning on the inn's doorpost, he heard that Mr. Shu was running horses with his mouth full, listened to several gongs and drums, and teased some little dolls with cute-looking sugar cakes.

It was his longest stay on earth.

But because he walked through the chaotic and staggered lines and did not consume real time, in the eyes of everyone else, the Spirit King left Xiandu for only two days, and almost all of those two days were at Luohuatai.

No one knew what he had seen and done during that time, and no one knew why he liked that lively market so much.

Xiao Fuxuan was the first and only person who said that he had seen him in Beijing.