Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The word coaxing people was too light, almost just moved his lips.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't hear clearly, and lowered his head a lot closer: What?

He turned his face slightly, and his eyebrows were half-drooped, as if he was just attached to his ears.

The eaves on this side suddenly had the meaning of a private place, and even the wind passed by.

At that moment, a little boy asked from the courtyard: Sir, why is there a sound of swords in the house, what happened?

The voice was distant and vague, but Wu Xingxue had the illusion that something had been broken through. His heart was beating rapidly, and then it was beating faster and faster. But all of these were soaked in the laziness of wine, so that he did not move, letting those things that he could not see and touch grow wildly.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan answer the little boy: It's okay, I'm... entertaining guests. His voice was so low that the boy couldn't hear it clearly, but rolled in Wu Xingxue's ear socket.

When he said the last two words, he finally turned his eyes and looked at Wu Xingxue.

Wu Xingxue said lazily in a heavy heartbeat: No one pushes the guest against the house like this...

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell on him: Well.

Wu Xingxue added: Besides, you have to bring wine to entertain guests, but you didn't bring it.

Xiao Fuxuan finally moved his lips and said, You have drunk the wine with others.

Wu Xingxue: I can drink with you again.

Xiao Fuxuan: No need.

He said no need, but his voice was not cold at all, maybe it was because he was too close, and his breaths staggered.

Wu Xingxue's eyes were almost hazy: Then how can we make Tiansu happy?

Xiao Fuxuan: Why do you want me to be happy?

Wu Xingxue raised his head, licked his lips and said, Because...

He hadn't actually thought of what to say yet, but he didn't have to.

Because he half-squinted his eyes and suddenly felt that his fingers were clenched, while Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head...

Their nose tips were touching, and Xiao Fuxuan pinched his chin, making him open his lips.

***

He also dreamed that the bird would not fall.

It seems that the last moment he was kissed by Xiao Fuxuan on the eaves under the south window, and the next moment he was at the window where the birds never fell, so that Wu Xingxue in the dream was a little dazed.

He saw snow in the yard outside the window, reminiscent of sitting on the icy branches of the porch covered with the spring breeze. It's just that there are no longer little boys in the house holding cups, and no one will ignore the night to enjoy the scenery.

The snow in the yard was extremely thick, and it was frightening to see it for a while.

And he was indeed cold. The cold air spreads out from the cracks of the bones. It is the cold that cannot be relieved by hugging the heater, burning the soup pot, or roasting a pot of charcoal fire.

He was wearing a thin plain clothes, leaning against the window, as if he had just gotten up from the couch.

He saw Fang Chu hurried in from the room next to him, holding a large fox fur cloak in his hand.

City Lord, put this on? Fang Chu shook off the cloak.

Wu Xingxue waved his hand and replied, I don't need it, put it back.

Fang Chu muttered: But the robbery period is very cold.

Wu Xingxue said, Yes, I think it's okay.

Fang Chu: ...

Fang Chu persuaded: It's only been two days since I entered, and it will only get colder and colder.

Wu Xingxue glanced at the big cloak and said, How can I use this?

Fang Chu's lips squirmed a few times: The city owner really doesn't like to wear more clothes, but...

Wu Xingxue: But what?

Fang Chu hesitated, and glanced at his fingertips.

Wu Xingxue lowered his eyes following his gaze, and saw that the tips of his fingers were light blue. He raised his eyes again, Fang Chu had already avoided his gaze, not daring to look any further.

Wu Xingxue lightly twisted his fingertips a few times, running the energy in his body.

During the robbery period, it was really uncomfortable to move Qi Jin, every inch was stagnant, like a frozen river. The process of forcibly opening is like a needle stick, densely stabbing the key points of the meridians.

It's a pain in the ass...

Wu Xingxue did not show it on his face at all. After a week of energy, the blue color on his fingers receded. At first glance, he was fair and clean, without any abnormality.

He spread his hands out to let Fang Chu see clearly: Look at it again.

Fang Chu hugged the big cloak and said nothing.

Wu Xingxue said again: It was just because I just woke up.

Fang Chu reluctantly said oh, as if he wanted to refute but couldn't.

In fact, it is normal for demons to not want to show any weakness when they encounter a calamity. After all, Zhaoye City is surrounded by demons, and it has never been a safe place.

But after all, it is in his own mansion right now, and there is no one in the vicinity of Quebuluo, and no one will see it. Wearing an extra cloak can always be warmer, so why not do it?

Fang Chu did not understand.

But Wu Xingxue just didn't wear it.

Instead, he asked Fang Chu, Is there still wine?

When Fang Chu heard it, he felt that he could drink some warm wine without wearing a cloak. So he nodded quickly and said, Yes! City Lord, wait a moment, I'll go get the wine!

He wanted to hang the fox fur cloak on the wooden frame in the house, but Wu Xingxue blocked it: Don't hang it there, where you turn it out and send it back.

Fang Chu was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more.

The robbery period is inherently difficult, and even people who have no temper will become gloomy and uncertain. How dare he touch the city lord's bad head. So Fang Chu had to send the fox fur coat back to the side house

, and honestly put it back in the closet.

So at first glance, it seems that no one has ever felt cold and unbearable, and no one has ever pulled out that fox fur cloak,

Fang Chu quickly brought two pots of wine and cups over, and he rubbed his palms to warm the wine secretly.

So when Wu Xingxue took the jug, it was warm.

He raised his eyes and saw Fang Chu snapped open, retracted to the corner of the room, and said embarrassingly: City Lord, I... I heard that this wine is better when it's warm.

Wu Xingxue didn't blame him much this time, only said: Have you heard that this wine is easy to get drunk when it's warm?

Fang Chu opened his mouth and shook his head quickly: I don't know.

I was wrong, City Lord. Fang Chu bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Wu Xingxue threw the wine cup back and said, I don't need this.

This is not the jade glutinous rice wine in Xiandu, the entrance is thick, not as sweet as the jade glutinous rice wine, and there is no one who is drinking with him at the window, so there is no need to drink slowly and lightly with a small cup.

He just looked at the icy branches in the courtyard and the corner of the high eaves under the blue mist, and suddenly wanted to drink.

The wine in Zhaoye City is indeed different. He used to drink only a thin wine after a long time. Now the two pots are already a bit lazy.

He closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again. The light in his eyes contained clear moonlight, not chaotic, but covered with a layer of light fog.

He leaned against the edge of the window and suddenly asked Fang Chu, Are these windows on the north side?

Fang Chu was stunned for a moment, bewildered by this endless topic. After a while, he said, Yeah... it's in the north.

In the homes of the common people in the world, the house always likes to sit in the north facing south, facing the sun, and the doors and windows also like to open in the south. But Zhaoye City is a devil's den after all, and it has always been contrary to the human world.

The demons don't care whether they are facing the sun or not, they only care whether they are comfortable or not. The entire structure of Zhaoye City is rebellious, and most of the mansions here are facing north.

The southernmost point is where the bird does not fall.

It was impossible for Wu Xingxue to not know this, so it seemed strange to ask a question suddenly.

Fang Chu wondered: Why did the city lord suddenly mention this? Is there anything strange?

Wu Xingxue's eyes still fell out of the window, and said, It's nothing weird, just suddenly remembered and mentioned it casually.

He seldom took the initiative to talk about this with people before, but now it's probably... drunk.

He was silent for a while, his eyes retracted from the eaves, fell to the window, and suddenly said softly: Fang Chu, is there anything special under your window?

Fang Chu shook his head: No, there's nothing more than mud, dwarf flowers, and pebbles under the window, nothing special.

Wu Xingxue took another sip of wine, swallowed it, looked down at the low vegetation, and said, Then why are people thinking about the window.

Fang Chu was stopped, not because of how difficult the question was, but because it was unusual and rare to ask him from the city lord of his family.

He thought about it for a long time and said, Then... it's probably because of living high.

Wu Xingxue laughed and didn't look back, feeling that his answer was like a superfluous nonsense.

Fang Chu bit his head and said: If you live high, the things under the window will be different. If you just swipe down the window, you can see many things and farther. Maybe it can become a scene, then it is understandable to think about it. already.

Wu Xingxue listened, and some vague thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind.

The thought flashed so quickly that he could hardly react, but gradually stopped smiling, holding the white jade of the wine bottle along the mouth, and standing by the window in a daze.

Living high...

His lips moved.

At that moment, he seemed to see a haunting fog again, and saw a huge tomb and a tall tower in the fog.

Someone flew up to the top of the tower, stood with a lantern, and stood by the window looking down. He couldn't remember whether he was looking at him, or the peaceful town farther away...

Then the lights disintegrated into pieces in the fog, and the figure raised his hand and rang the ancient bell.

when--

The bell almost rang in my head.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue felt that he had closed his eyes, and the pain and cold on his body suddenly deepened, as if the robbery period had suddenly entered the saddest moment.

The calamity of that year was fierce, and it was more difficult than any other year, colder and more difficult than any other year. So that Wu Xingxue was almost blank for a while and felt nothing.

He couldn't remember how he put down the jug, how he let Fang Chu leave, how he closed the doors and windows, and put a ban on the main house.

The restriction is a two-way street. It is difficult for others to get in, and it is also difficult for him to get out, so as to prevent him from doing unmanageable things in a drowsy state.

He only remembered the moment when the ban was just completed, and suddenly there was a breath behind him.

Someone entered the courtyard silently, and even entered his house, without disturbing anyone else.

Out of demon instinct, he raised his hand to grab the weapon. But there was neither a knife nor a sword in his house. What he grabbed into his hand was actually only a dream bell.

There were too many chaotic lines in Jingguan that were cut off back then, and the broken branches of the sacred tree in those chaotic lines fell into his hands. He originally planned to destroy them cleanly and leave nothing behind.

But when it came to the end, he hesitated for a moment, peeled off the white jade essence wrapped on the broken branch, and made a small thing called Dream Bell.

The shape of the bell is similar to the bell on the tower.

Since then, whenever he cuts off a chaotic line, he will always ring the white jade bell in his hand at the last moment, creating a sweet dream for those who have been annihilated because of the broken line.

where

I am afraid that those people should not have appeared in the world, even if they still have to die.

He gave many people a dream, made them forget some things, or believe some things.

Just like the bell on the tower back then, the moment the bell rang, at least in a dream... there was no pain, everything was peaceful.

But at this moment, Bai Yumengling was held in Wu Xingxue's hand, the sharp corners of the top of the bell slammed into the palm of his hand, and the dull pain of Liang Sisi made him break away from the calamity for a moment, and he was a little awake.

He held the white jade essence and smelled the breath of the person behind him.

He is more familiar with that aura than anyone else, and he can smell it even with his eyes closed.

Xiao Fuxuan...

He clutched the dream bell and turned around.

Xiao Fuxuan was standing by the door, his dark eyes fixed on him.

This is Zhaoye City, he said.

This is the Devil's Nest Zhaoye City, not the one who sits in the spring breeze with the courtyard door open, and you can come whenever you want.

He also wanted to say why you chose this time to come. But this is inexplicably embarrassing, and he doesn't like it. So he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say anything.

Xiao Fuxuan looked at him so deeply and said, I know this is Zhaoye City, and I also know that you have placed a ban, but I came in.

Not only did he come in, but he was not hurt at all. It was as if those restraints had all avoided him, not attacked him. And when Wu Xingxue was banned, he was almost unconscious, everything was out of instinct and subconsciousness...

His words bluntly opened up those subconscious things, which could neither be concealed nor denied.

So Wu Xingxue didn't speak anymore.

He clutched the thing in his hand and confronted the person at the door.

At that moment, it was pulled for a very long time, and it was also quiet and speechless, and it also carried tangled things. It is almost reminiscent of the eaves under the south window...

But quite different.

He was the Spirit King back then, but now he is the devil.

He wanted to live through the calamity that the demons had to go through, but he didn't want to live in front of Xiao Fuxuan.

Anything is fine, but it can't be Xiao Fuxuan.

So he opened his mouth with some aggressive words, trying to provoke the other party to leave. He held the dream bell made by Bai Yujing with his hands behind his back, but with a smile on his face, he tilted his head and said to the man, Do you know that demons have a calamity period? ?

Have you heard of Evil Demon's Desire?

...

He knew that Xiao Fuxuan dealt the most with demons, killed the most demons, and punished the most demons.

With my eyes closed, I can think of what Tiansu Shangxian would hate—those things that are unique to demons, rampant and lewd...

He opened and closed all those, waiting for Xiao Fuxuan to leave with a cold face.

It's actually really easy to make Tiansu unhappy, and he's done it countless times before.

But this time...

He said all the things that even he hated, but Xiao Fuxuan didn't move a step, always looking at him with a heavy gaze. After a long time, he said, I've heard of it.

Wu Xingxue fell silent.

He was silent for a moment, and said, Since you've heard everything, you know everything, and you choose this day—

The lights in the house were reflected in Xiao Fuxuan's eyes, the lights flickered slightly, and those eyes turned into a bright light.

Wu Xingxue paused, avoided his gaze, turned his head towards the couch, raised his chin and continued, --Are you going to be the guest of honor for the devil like me?

Quiet in the house.

After a while, Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice sounded.

Yes, he said.

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat.

It's hard to describe the feeling at that moment, he was stunned in place, and after a long time he turned back suddenly, only to feel that Xiao Fuxuan was already in front of him after a light breeze swept away.

Wu Xingxue moved his lips, but said nothing. He shot almost at the same time Xiao Fuxuan came over, and the unbridled demonic qi surged out like a vast sea for no reason. The gust of wind swept past with a murderous intent like frost, and the movement was astonishing, but because of the prohibition, they were all locked in the doors and windows.

This is the corner where the city lord of Zhaoye has been banned. It is the most dangerous place in the world, and it is also the most private place.

And those murderous auras that could separate people's heads stopped abruptly when they touched Xiao Fuxuan. And that momentary cessation was doomed to an ending—

The sky is still spinning, the sword energy is still close to the point, and it is still close at hand without hurting in the slightest.

They always seem to do it this way.

It's just that the spirit king of the year was pushed against the house, and the devil today is pushed against the couch.

The sword qi was attached to Wu Xingxue's neck, and the aura that belonged to Tiansu was shrouded in it, but it was not dangerous. Xiao Fuxuan was still half-kneeling as before, looking down at him, pressing his fingers and bending them into the gaps between them.

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell down the bridge of his nose, and his voice was deep and low: You want to provoke me to go.

Wu Xingxue's hand had not yet withdrawn, and the extremely cold breath flowed out from his fingertips, and a thin white frost spread from his fingers to Xiao Fuxuan's fingers.

It is obviously murderous, but there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Wu Xingxue moved his lips and said, I'm waiting for you to go.

Xiao Fuxuan looked at him, and after a while said solemnly, When I'm gone, who do you want to look for to pass the robbery period?

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat.

It was as if someone pierced lightly, and an indescribable feeling instantly enveloped the whole heart. He was suddenly speechless.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and said

:there is no one.

No one else. He whispered again.

The moment he answered this sentence, the frost on his fingers slowly faded away, and Xiao Fuxuan's energy poured into his fingertips.

It's like someone lit a fire, the fire is bright but warm. The warm energy almost flowed gently in his blood, and wherever it passed, his skin was no longer so cold and pale, and it slowly became bloody.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan say, You've been drinking.

For some reason, the simple four words suddenly made him a little stunned, and for a while he didn't know what day it was. It seems that he is still in Xiandu, drinking the wine prepared early with others, which makes Tiansu unhappy.

He went to the door to apologize and coax people, and was pushed against the jade tile eaves under the south window, kissing silently again.

Tiansu Qi Jin flows into the heart along the blood vessels.

The faint blood under Wu Xingxue's skin also leaked out from under the thin coat, and it was visible to the naked eye that it flowed up along the neck, all the way to the lips.

He remembered the past, licked his lips and opened his eyes.

He said, Xiao Fuxuan.

Um.

The other party just gently touched his lower lip, and lowered his head to kiss him with half-closed eyes.

The breaths were intertwined, Wu Xingxue opened his mouth slightly, and heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice ringing between his lips.

He whispered, Wu Xingxue, I dreamed of you last night...

***

A long time ago, people in Xiandu often said that they could not dream.

Because they always enter the dreams of mortals, always respond to the requests of mortals, and always know that dreams are mostly false, and they are more alert to falsehood than anyone else.

Later, they said that they thought about it day and night and dreamed, probably because their merits and virtues were perfect, and their thoughts were not deep enough, not enough, and not heavy enough.

Later, they finally slowly admitted that maybe they would not dream of anything when they became immortals. No matter how much, how deep, or how heavy your thoughts are, it is useless.

For them, I am afraid that only under the influence of the white jade bell can they have a good dream in this life.

Wu Xingxue knew this better than anyone else.

Immortals in this world have no dreams, but Xiao Fuxuan said: I dreamed of you.