Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Most of the people in Xianmen have heard that when Tiansu Xiaomen sent the punishment to the demon, there would always be a cross-examination.

The soul of the head of the Feng family was shrouded in the golden light of the sword with the word free, and he heard Tiansu's cold voice resounding in his mind, like the wind sweeping between the heavens and the earth, and asked him, Why did you come here.

When he heard the four words in the legend, the head of the Feng family had the last bit of spiritual knowledge left.

He thought: The questioning used on demons will one day fall on me. It turns out...I'm a demon too.

At the very beginning of Mingming, he was an immortal disciple who was full of ambition and wanted to slay demons and demons.

Under the sword of Tiansu, the picture of his life hurriedly passed through the interrogation——

He is one of the few people in the world who has seen Shenmu and hasn't died.

When he was twelve years old, he was in a state of near-death, and he saw the towering giant tree on the top of the mountain with a canopy. Although it was a little vague, he remembered that it was indeed a bit like an apricot flower in the world.

At that time, he never thought that he would hide a tall tower in the Feng family later, with the broken branches of the giant tree embedded in the tower.

At the age of seventeen, he passed by the original Jingguan, and when he saw those huge tombs, he also sighed: How many heroic bones are pitiful, they are all people who died in battles in the past...

At that time, he never thought that later on, he would drag the corpses that he had regretted into his secret place and use them to pave a way.

At the age of 20, he first showed his edge, and he was a little famous for a while, giving his parents a lot of honor. He has also heard that there are often evils in the Jingguan area, and there are unknown practitioners who often help the people nearby. When he heard about it, he said, If the future happens, I must go to visit. .

At that time, he didn't know that the unknown practitioner was a loose cultivator who stayed behind to build a tower in Jingguan. He never imagined that not only did he not pay a proper visit, but he also became the main culprit that caused the loose cultivator to go crazy.

Become a fairy and become a devil, whether it is good or evil, it seems to be a matter of one thought.

Unlike many immortals, he got married as soon as he reached the weak crown, and the Taoist companion was his childhood sweetheart. It is said that the couples who meet young people are the most loving, and they will soon have their first child.

Sadly, the child was stillborn and never actually born. He comforted the Taoist companion for a long time, saying that it may have been infected by the evil spirit, and it will be fine in the future.

Soon they had another child, and this time they were almost stillborn. Fortunately, they survived and were born as a son. Just because of the tossing in the mother's womb, the natural roots are a little weak.

But so what? The child he managed to keep.

Another year, they had a daughter. Compared with the birth of the son, the daughter was much smoother, so she was talented and smart, and her roots were good.

People all over the world say that having a pair of children is a great blessing.

No one could understand his mood in those years, just like no one knew how precious he was with those two children, and he could not wait to hold those two children to the sky.

He watched that pair of children grow up a little bit, taught speech, taught words, taught swordsmanship... taught him all the things he had learned in his life.

In those years, he almost forgot about the matter of diligent cultivation, and devoted himself to being a loving father. People around him often made fun of this, and when he heard it, he laughed and replied, Just think I'm stunned.

It is a pity that the two children were not raised to adulthood after all, and they died successively when they were teenagers, and they were all twelve years old when they died. He was the same age when he was dying.

His Taoist companion repeated at the time: Why, I don't understand...

But he actually understood in his heart - that was the retribution of destiny for him in a huge circle. He didn't really die at the beginning, but now he has experienced a similar feeling.

He carried the children into the coffin with his own hands and never laughed again.

The loving father is gone, and there is only one cultivator left.

In fact, at that time, he was already at the top of the horns, but he had not yet realized that he was at his best age, and he only cared about being exhausted and refined, and his cultivation quickly reached the realm. .

When Shenmu was banned, his sect killed many evil spirits, helped many people, and formed a good relationship, and because he had seen Shenmu, he had a fairy relationship, and was named as the guardian of the banned place, with the surname seal up.

They are probably the rare people in the world who have received a heavenly edict, but since it is a forbidden place, they cannot tell outsiders, so this glorious lintel has become a secret that only the head of the Feng family or the prospective family owner knows.

He was the one who knew the secret but couldn't tell it.

That was the first time he had experienced a very contradictory and complicated taste, like walking in a brocade clothes at night.

It was also the first time he realized that he was not a pure benevolent person, and that he had too many worldly desires, and he especially looked forward to rewards and praise.

He even had resentment at a certain moment: he knew that he had died and lived again, and his life was stolen, and there would be a price. But he has done so many things, why can't he equalize the price and let him live a little more satisfactorily?

Destiny is not fair.

When this thought first appeared, he would quietly press it back.

Later, after a long time, or perhaps because of his high position for a long time, his cultivation base was gradually capped in the world. When he had these thoughts again, he almost let it go.

He allowed himself to reminisce about the things he had experienced in this life, one by one, what was worthwhile and what was not. He began to feel that he had too little, and his resentment was justified, and his unwillingness was also justified.

So...from a certain day, he suddenly wanted to bring those children back to life.

As soon as this thought came to mind,

tidy.

Back then, the phrase just treat me as a bewildered man became a prophecy on this day after a long, long time. Without looking back, he took another path - dug out the coffins of his children in the middle of the night, made a circle around them, and then searched for every feasible way to bring the children back to life.

***

He would sometimes think later that he must be crazy to believe that dream.

That was his craziest period of time. One night when he was sitting in front of the hall, he suddenly had a strange dream. In the dream, someone said to him, Actually... it's not impossible.

As he thought, he was really thinking about it every day and dreaming at night. On the other hand, he asked, What can I do?

The person in the dream was so blurry that he could not see clearly. He obviously didn't know who it was, but he naturally called him Xianjun. It may be that he was asking for help at that time, and blurting out became a habit.

He couldn't even remember the appearance and voice of the man in the dream, but he remembered the two paths pointed out by the other party.

One said that he could find a noble person, a little girl. The girl died tragically in the last life, and she was born with resentment in this life, and she became an orphan at a young age. If he accepts the orphan as his daughter, settles the resentment in the other party's life, accumulates blessings, and thanks to the orphan in the future, he will have the opportunity to see those children again.

The other way, that Xianjun didn't say much, and said it very simply. He said: It's really worth it, just go back and exchange it with your own life.

***

The head of the Feng family didn't take that dream seriously at first, until one day, he met a thin, dirty little girl in front of a dilapidated temple.

The temple was an abandoned temple of joy and mourning. The little girl looked like a frightened sparrow. At first glance, she looked like a homeless person, an orphan.

He was stunned for a moment, and ghosts and gods sent the little girl's spirit. It was found that the little girl was indeed spirited with resentment. He also tried to probe the girl's previous life, and vaguely found that her life in the previous life was very short - her family was ruined, no one to protect her, and her parents were killed by the enemy. She lived alone, was kidnapped and married to a ghost, and her eyes were gouged out, and she ended up with a tragic death.

He even found out that after the tragic death of the little girl, he knelt down in the temple of the god of joy and sorrow, begging for retribution.

In the last life, he died tragically, and he was born with resentment. orphan.

These were paired with the one he had dreamed of.

From that moment on, he took the road pointed by the immortal in his dream as a life-saving straw, and held onto it tightly.

He took the orphan girl back to the Feng family and adopted her as an adopted daughter, named Feng Shulan.

Since the death of the two children, he has not laughed again, and has no memory of how to be a loving father. Therefore, he is not used to Feng Shulan. In order to avoid seeing her and thinking of his deceased daughter, he is not even close to Feng Shulan.

He gave Feng Shulan everything except closeness, no worries about food and clothing, and careful education. Everyone said that he had another pearl in the palm of his hand.

He waits, waits...

Watching Feng Shulan grow up and take charge of herself, watching her gradually develop the style of the next head of the family and become a leader among her peers.

But he never waited for the so-called opportunity, and he never saw the children he thought about day and night.

He became more irritable and anxious every day. So one day, he regretted it.

The Xianjun in the dream pointed out two paths.

He tried the first one, but he lost his patience and couldn't wait any longer. So he began to think about the second rule.

It's a pity that Xianjun didn't give him more advice, and all he could grasp was that short sentence. He pondered over and over again, and grabbed two of the words—change his life and go back.

Everyone knows that changing one's life goes against the law of heaven and is extremely difficult. And going back is harder.

But for the Feng family, they are a little different from the rest of the world. He guards a secret - Shenmu.

With the help of the power of Shenmu, there is a way to go back, and he guards the forbidden place of Shenmu.

At that time, he was almost insane, and he only thought that this was a unique blessing.

So he guarded himself against theft and quietly broke into the forbidden area.

He didn't care about the consequences of being banned once in his life, whether it would be alarmed, whether he would get into a second ban, or even worse things.

He didn't care about anything, he just wanted to go back.

Then he succeeded.

Because the life-changing technique required tens of thousands of dead souls to pave the way, he returned to a very long time ago, some years before Shenmu was banned.

He went to Jingguan, which had the most dead souls, but found that there was a tomb guard in Jingguan. He was a loose cultivator, handsome and threatening, looking very young, but his cultivation was not inferior to him.

So much so that he couldn't ask for anything, so he moved some hands and feet in Beijing.

He moved quietly.

Most of the Jingguan is sand and gravel, and it is extremely difficult to find the array of stones mixed with it. What's more, his array is not a strong array, and it is insignificant, but it can have a subtle influence on the Jingguan over time.

There is a saying in the world that the authorities are fans.

That loose cultivator is the authority.

***

After that, everything went as smoothly as he expected.

He got tens of thousands of dead souls as he wished, and he kept the tower together with the tower as a secret family secret, and put the coffins of the two children in it.

At first, it was because of him that the two children suffered retribution and died because of him. According to the original plan, he only needs to pay his own life.

But when the moment came, he changed his mind.

There are so many people in the Feng family. As the head of the family, if he really loses his life, it will definitely cause chaos and the loss will outweigh the loss.

He told himself many reasons,

In the end, the dead soul was sealed together with the coffin.

He decided to find someone who could replace him. He had been picking for a long time, and he had picked a child whose fate was very similar to his own, and adopted him as his adopted son.

When he led the boy into the door of the Feng family, he thought: This boy is about to die, and if he hadn't bumped into me, he would not have survived for a few days. I take good care of him, and he repays my kindness, which is right and proper.

He originally only planned to raise such a child and exchange his life for his life.

However, one day, he met Feng Shulan in a wilderness...

This time, he doesn't need this little girl anymore. He had even walked away, but after a while he circled back.

He still reached out to probe the other person's spirit, and found that she had changed a little in the last life-she did not linger in the Temple of Joy and Mourning, but entered the reincarnation early, so the timing of his encounter was many years earlier.

After hesitating for a long time, he took the little girl back. Still adopted as an adopted daughter, still named: Feng Shulan.

He was still not very close to the adopted daughter, and even met very little. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to raise such a useless child.

He almost thought he still had a little, pure goodness.

Once he asked himself this question when he was meditating behind closed doors. He thought about it for a long time and replied to himself: Because of this child, I am still half a good person.

***

I'm half a good person.

He often said this to himself later, as if he had said it a lot, but it was true.

Until this day, until he was nailed to death by his adopted son Feng Huiming, and when he was questioned by Tiansu and his soul was shaken, he finally woke up...

When he always said that to himself, that half-good person didn't exist anymore.

The moment his consciousness dissipated, he suddenly remembered many people he had met in his life. He thought that there would be those children who sacrificed their lives for him, but who knows not...

What he remembered was Feng Huiming who said I'm happy with red eyes, Feng Shulan who never called him father but only Master, and the boundless tomb he saw when he passed by Jingguan for the first time. , and the shattered soul of the scattered self-cultivator when he died, he couldn't even find it.

He didn't know if this was another kind of retribution, it was all that he remembered until his death.

***

Wu Xingxue watched the interrogated pictures flash by scene after scene. When he saw those huge tombs, he inevitably remembered the lines he cut...

He seemed to be able to smell the lingering cold fog in the Jingguan, and he could see the scattered cultivators stopping and walking in the long night with lamps in hand, and he could hear the low voices of the little disciples, and the voices of those under the tombs. The voice of the dead like the wind.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly frowned deeply.

He took the imperial edict, and often went back to a certain time in the past to cut the line. When he cut the lines of Jingguan, he returned earlier. At that time, Shenmu had not been banned, there was no Xiandu in the sky, and Tiansu had not been called to become a fairy...

What about Xiao Fuxuan?

Wu Xingxue grabbed the hand of the person beside him. He clenched his fingers and looked at the other person's eyes, his voice was a little hoarse: Xiao Fuxuan, you said you saw me in Beijing... Who are you?

Who are you among them?

***

Back then, the young general died under the protection of Shenmu. Under that heavenly robbery, the soul was split into pieces, but it was not fully integrated into the reincarnation.

The place where his blood flowed was full of white jade essence, the bones of his three generations were buried in Jingguan, and the fragments of his unrecognizable soul were scattered in different shells.

Those bodies that carry the broken spirits finally meet in Jingguan because of the implication in the dark.

But Xiao Fuxuan didn't know the reasons for these past events.

He only knew that his life started with countless broken spirits, and he saw incomplete joys and sorrows in different bodies. No root, no source, nowhere to go.

He was the loose cultivator who carried the lantern on the night patrol, and he was the disciples who had been taken in with extremely wicked fates.

He stayed for many, many years in the cold mist of Jingguan, until the spirit king wearing a mask broke through the mist...

Countless lives and deaths, countless chaotic lines.

He remembered it every time, and watched it every time. In the end, the man could be recognized just by his back.

But the other party now asks who are you among them, and he still doesn't know how to answer.

Xiao Fuxuan looked down at Wu Xingxue, and after a long time raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips.

who I am……

I am a lot of those people.

You have walked into the fog of Jingguan countless times.

Killed me, saved me, stared at me, missed me again.