Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

A long time ago, Ning Huaishan once said to Fang Chu that if there is a place in this world where such things as immortals will never appear, it must be a bird that never falls.

The most unimaginable thing in his life is to see immortals in Quebuluo.

Later, Ning Huaishan quietly told Fang Chu that the most unimaginable thing in his life was that the city owner was not there, and they wanted to live in the same room with Tiansu Shangxian.

Now, both of them let him come across...

Ning Huaishan stood in the city lord's bedroom and thought to himself: What virtue can I do?

How could he be able to do these two things alone, at the same time, he may have made a big sin.

Ever since he chased after him and saw with his own eyes that the gate of Quebuluo's self-imposed ban was slammed open by Tiansu, he was in a state of amazement...

Either he was dreaming or he was crazy.

Twenty-five years.

Even if he was beaten to death, he would never have imagined that, after twenty-five years, he would still have to rely on heaven to stay in heaven. His eyes straightened as he crossed the threshold.

Birds do not fall is actually very large, the corridors are folded horizontally, and there are many houses, and the layout itself is an array. Any stranger who enters here is very easy to get lost in the corridors, and can't tell which one is which, let alone find the city owner's house.

Because he was so shocked, Ning Huaishan almost forgot to give directions.

He suddenly remembered when he stepped into the corridor, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw that Tiansu didn't even take a step, and swept straight to the bedroom of the city master.

That's really... well-known.

Ning Huaishan directly stepped on the three steps.

When he stepped on the air, he was still thinking Fang Chu, you hurry up and see Fang Chu, but unfortunately Fang Chu disappeared.

He followed Tiansu all the way into the door, and wanted to intervene, but he couldn't get in at all, until he watched Tiansu carry his family's city lord to the couch, and then finally found the gap to interject, took a deep breath and said, Tiansu...

He wanted to say that in fact, no matter what situation the city lord was in, he would keep a little sense of consciousness, whether he fell asleep, was unconscious, or said something dead... He and Fang Chu once felt ridiculously that even if he died, his family would The city lord will keep a little consciousness.

That bit of consciousness is actually more terrifying than when you are awake, touching is a killer move, and random touching is death.

That was what they saw when they sneaked into the Canglang Northern Territory while they were destroyed. It was clear that the city lord couldn't even smell the breath at the last moment, but the next moment he tore off the murderous thing that rushed towards him and gently landed on the dead branches.

Ning Huaishan felt at the time that his city lord even half-opened his eyes when he fell on a tree.

So much so that they dared to have a good conversation with the city lord on weekdays, but they kept shaking that night, because they were afraid that the city lord would not be awake at the time.

And this state is especially obvious in the robbery period.

He wanted to say that the city owner used to be very, very disliked by people around him during the robbery period. When it came to a critical moment, the doors of the house were all sealed, and no one could hear the slightest movement in the house.

As a result, just after he said two very, he saw Tiansu lean over and lightly touch the forehead of the city lord.

Ning Huaishan: ...

Ning Huaishan: ?

For a while, he couldn't figure out whether this action was to detect the spirit or the temperature.

If you want to detect spirits, just use your fingers.

If probe temperature...

Exploring a fart, the robbery period is as cold as ice, you can feel it when you get close, do you need to scout?

Then he saw Tiansu drooping his eyes again, his fingers bent to the side of the city lord's face, and his thumb lightly rubbed. The smeared area seemed to have a light blood color, but it turned pale again in an instant.

Ning Huaishan thought about it for a while, and didn't dare to move.

At this time, Tiansu turned his face and glanced at him, his frowning brows still not loosened, and said, What did you just say?

Ning Huaishan took a step back and said, I didn't speak.

At that moment, he remembered a lot of fragments - he remembered the scene he saw in Feng's house earlier; he also remembered that when he first entered Zhaoye City, the Qingming Lantern set up by the city owner was released to Tiansu; Some of his confused reactions and actions...

He suddenly realized one thing in his heart - Tiansu Shangxian might want to help his family's city lord pass the calamity period.

How to help, I don't know.

Anyway, he ran right.

Tiansu, let me go first... Ning Huaishan didn't know what he was talking about, so he made a random excuse and said, Fang Chu hasn't moved for a while, I'll look for it.

After he finished speaking, he trotted out of the bedroom, and as soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard a bang!

The door was closed against the back of his head.

Ning Huaishan: ...

He felt like he was being pinched to death.

He had just descended the steps when he suddenly heard vague voices from far and near outside the courtyard. The vague voice was mixed with titles such as City Lord and Former City Lord.

Ning Huaishan was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was not good!

Quebuluo opened the door with such a big movement that thirty-three thunderbolts smashed down, and everyone in Zhaoye City probably knew it as long as they were not deaf or dead. It is conceivable how many people will come to hear the sound, and how many of them will be unruly.

But Quebuluo's self-proclaimed self-appointment has been opened, and under the crowd of these people, the gate of the courtyard is simply wide open...

Ning Huaishan's scalp exploded!

He has some reputation in Zhaoye City, but right now Chu is not there, and he is the only one left. Two punches are hard to beat with four hands, how can he hold it? ? ?

While he finished talking about the big egg, he grabbed it out of thin air with both hands. In the blink of an eye, poisonous gas overflows—

When he pulled his face down and was about to swipe towards the door, he suddenly heard the faint sound of Jin Ran.

Ning Huaishan paused and looked up.

I saw the golden light flashing in the sky above the bird, like the occasional sparkling light on the lake, straight down from the dome.

The golden light flowed to the south, south, north and west, covering the pavilions, corridors and large courtyards.

Ning Huaishan had never seen such a thing before, so he was stunned for a while. It wasn't until he smelled a breath of frost and cold iron that he realized that this was a forbidden enchantment built by Tiansu and covering the entire bird.

Before the banning barrier fell, there were vaguely noisy voices outside the courtyard from far to near.

When the enchantment fell, all those noises were blocked out.

The barrier was like an indestructible copper wall, not only Wu Xingxue, who was still asleep in the house, but even him outside the house was protected in it.

Ning Huaishan suddenly had mixed feelings and was a bit complicated.

A high immortal, guarding the emptiness and quiet mansion that everyone coveted in Zhaoye City, the magic cave.

And this used to be the residence of the biggest devil in Zhaoye City.

...

It's amazing, he looked up, and for a moment he felt deja vu.

It was as if he and Fang Chu had also smelled the immortal aura of Tiansu in this house.

It was as if even a long time ago, he also raised his face like this, looking at his own city lord standing on the high eaves, carrying a jade jug, and invited another person to come with a smile.

Ning Huaishan suspected that he had been caught in an evil spirit.

He needs Fang Chu by his side too much at this moment, but Fang Chu's god-killer has never been seen.

Ning Huaishan walked to the edge of the courtyard, reached out and squeezed a tactic, and probed for the atmosphere outside the courtyard. He found a lot of unfamiliar or familiar people, and also found the smiling subordinate who always followed Xue Li.

There is no square reserve.

Strange and puzzled, he took out a piece of talisman paper, bit his finger and slashed it a few times and threw it out. He is the best at using poison, and he doesn't learn much about Fu Zhi, but he seems to be born with a little bit of it.

However, he was born as a little devil. This talent is not in the ultimate move. What he does without a teacher is some boring things - looking for people, sending messages, small tricks that children only use when they are playing, the most Outrageous is that there will be lights and fireworks.

He once suspected that in the previous life, he was either living too well and the people who taught him tease him, or he was a pure fool.

He was very familiar with the tracing talisman, and he threw it out after hiding his breath.

Unexpectedly, the talisman did not go towards Luohuatai or which direction, but hit a few strokes aimlessly, and it burned itself.

Fu Zhixi fell to the ground with a spark, and Ning Huaishan was stunned.

This kind of talisman has been passed down continuously for hundreds of years. Whether it is an immortal or a demon, it is basically the same, and even if it is passed on to future generations, it will not change.

There is only one case of this sudden landing, that is, the person is no longer there.

At least he can't be found in this world.

Isn't it still in the past?

Ning Huaishan muttered, and threw the tracing talisman twice to find Fang Chu, both with the same result.

What about the doctor Wusheng who can live?

Ning Huaishan changed objects again, threw several tracing talismans, and found that Doctor Wusheng was the same as Fang Chu.

They really haven't been swept out, they're still in the past.

Did something go wrong, or did something happen?

Ning Huaishan was stunned and inconvenient for a while, so he had no choice but to put his clothes on the white stone steps and sit down. While habitually guarding the gate to the city lord, he tried to send letters to Fang Chu and Yi Wusheng.

***

On the steps where Ning Huaishan sat, Fang Chu also sat on it back then.

Wu Xingxue placed a ban on the bedroom, so the movement in the room could not be heard, and the people inside would not come out. Fang Chu knew in his heart that it was actually a kind of protection for him. After all, the city lord who was not sober was really scary.

It was because he knew this that he couldn't ignore it.

The snow in Quebuluoyuan was very deep and it was shockingly cold. Fang Chu followed his past habits and took shelter in his house for the night. When the killing intent of the ban was gone, he returned to the bedroom and guarded the door of the city lord.

While running his inner strength to drive away the cold, he stared at the movement inside and outside the courtyard.

It was at that time that he became aware of the intrusion of a living being.

I don't know whether to live or die... Fang Chu laughed lowly at the time and flew onto the roof.

He learned a trick from the city lord, and when he split his consciousness and attacked one place, he swept straight to another place while hiding his breath.

With such a small effort, he grabbed two things he wanted to spy on from a hidden corner.

There was a pool of blood under the tree, Fang Chu tied up the two things, sealed his mouth and nose, and went to the bedroom window after thinking about it.

The wide window was the closest place to the couch, and it was tightly closed at this time, and the gap between the hollow flowers was dark, and the scene inside could not be seen, nor the sound inside, and it was dead silent.

But Fang Chu knew that Wu Xingxue could hear him.

So he took a deep breath, knocked lightly on the window lattice, and said, City lord, some people are tired of living, but they are already tied up, so there won't be any trouble. I'll leave it beside the blood pool. Wait for the city lord to go out and take care of them.

What Fang Chu didn't know was...

When he called City Lord, he was in the house separated by a window. A thin white hand stretched out from the curtain, first grabbed a carving on the window lattice, and then slid down.

It touched the white jade bell lying quietly in the corner, and where the fingers crossed, the bell became damp.

The hand was about to hold the bell into the palm, when the other hand with clear and long straight joints reached out, clasped it between the fingers,

caught back.

In the chaos, the faint smell of blood mixed with the breath of cold iron slowly poured out, filling the secret place of the whole recipe.

Someone's voice was hoarse, and after the chaotic voice, he said, Xiao Fuxuan...

...Did I kill you?

Did I kill you, in that tower...

I can't count how many times.

At that moment, all the senses were clear and intense.

Joy and sadness entangle side by side. In his eyes, there was a sudden mist of mist, and a redness that spread from the bottom of his eyes.

Perhaps it is because it is too strong, almost carved into the bone marrow.

Wu Xingxue woke up at that moment...

***

At the moment of leaving the dream, the chill that penetrated into the bone marrow of the robbery period became thicker, like a fog that could not be swept away.

It also became clear that there was another person's breath. The man's qi energy poured into the meridians continuously, and together with the continuous blood gurgling in the body, it rushed to the heart, filling the whole body.

The gangrene-like cold in those places where the energy surged through would ease a little. It's like dipping cold hands into a hot spring...

But only for a moment.

This chaotic feeling of the intersection of cold and warmth completely coincides with the dream.

There were too many fragments of dreams, too many emotions pouring into his heart, and he couldn't figure out what he wanted to say and what to do for a while.

He couldn't open his eyes or open his mouth.

In the end, I just recited a name in my heart: Xiao Fuxuan...

He thought that the other party could not hear, no one could hear.

But wrong.

They are entangled with each other.

Xiao Fuxuan's voice was still close to his heart, and it sounded in his body: Awake?

Xiao Fuxuan. Wu Xingxue said softly again.

I'm here. The other party replied in a deep voice.

The last sentence in the dream came up together with the tower whose south window was always open. Wu Xingxue asked in a hoarse voice, Xiao Fuxuan...why is your residence called under the south window?

Xiao Fuxuan fell silent.

Is it because I lived in the tower in Jingguan?

Xiao Fuxuan, did I kill you?

Have I... killed you more than once.

At that moment, even the blood gurgling in the body became silent. Only the energy that wraps the heart with a gentle tremor——

Xiao Fuxuan said, I forgot.

His voice was silent for a moment and it sounded again: I only care about now.

As if coaxing people, he said solemnly, Wu Xingxue, you dreamed of me.

King Ling has a magical instrument called Dream Bell, which immortals rely on for every dream. And the most difficult person in the world to have a dream is the Spirit King himself. Unless the dream bell in hand is affected, life and death love and hate are difficult to dream. Even if he becomes a devil, he is still the same.

But now, he doesn't have the dream bell in his hand, and he doesn't even have it on his waist.

The small white jade bell was far away on the corner table beside the couch, and it had no effect on him.

But he was in a dream.

Xiao Fuxuan said, You dreamed of me too.

You killed me and saved me.

now dreaming of me...

you are thinking of me.

When he heard this sentence, Wu Xingxue's breath suddenly lightened.

The blood vessels all over the body flowed instantly, and those qi vigor lied at the key points of all the gates of life, protecting the heart, and wherever they passed, the scorching and warm aura of Tiansu.

At that moment, the cold and pain eased for a moment, and Wu Xingxue finally opened his eyes.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan's brows that were as pure as cold jade, the same as when Xiandu first met hundreds of years ago. Those long eyes, containing the light of the lamp, hung down along the bridge of the nose.

Xiao Fuxuan squeezed his chin lightly with his thumb and leaned his head over.

It was so on the eaves of Xiandu hundreds of years ago.

This was the case decades ago on the couch where the bird never fell.

It is still so...

Just when the tip of the nose touched, Xiao Fuxuan stopped for a while and didn't kiss directly. But the half-closed eyes moved a little, and fell on Wu Xingxue's lips.

He whispered: Open your mouth.