Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Anyone who has ever dealt with Huaxin will be shocked when they see the life-for-life situation at their feet, because this is not like what they know Huaxin would do.

Hua Xin, the head of the Twelve Immortals of Lingtai, is the most typical existence in the Immortal Capital——

Gentle but not gentle, compassionate but never sad. He was just like the statue on the altar, with a calm appearance and a straight body, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of years.

He once briefly showed a hint of humanity because of that joking apprentice, but then Yun Hai was gone, and that little bit of humanity disappeared without a trace...

It's not just a return to the original place, it's even a little more extreme than the original place.

Someone once commented privately that such a flower letter is like a walking statue of a god, with no human side at all.

So no one would have imagined that he would spend so much time just to bring a dead person back.

This shouldn't be what Lingtai Immortal Chief did, it even had an evil spirit to it.

He knew he shouldn't, so he did it quietly and covertly, hiding this huge life-for-life formation outside the human world, on this chaotic line.

He used his soul, flesh, bones, and blood to support the branches and vines in this tomb, and then connected these symbiotic branches to support the Yun Hai who died under his sword in this world.

At first glance, this seems to be a cautious approach, difficult to be discovered and not easy to be destroyed, but upon closer inspection, there are loopholes everywhere——

First, how should he ensure that no one breaks into the underground tomb of gods in this world? How to ensure that Yun Hai in the tomb will not encounter any accidents?

Secondly, there is a chaotic line that should not exist at the moment. Everything he does seems to be floating on the clouds. Once this line is cut off, the formation will no longer exist. The symbiotic branches and vines will not be supported by the formation and will naturally live. If it doesn't go on, the Yun Hai in this world will also dry up and die.

As long as one of these two happens, Hua Xin will be exhausted and busy in vain.

It is not difficult to think about these problems. Will he tolerate the existence of these loopholes without leaving any options?

Will not……

Xiao Fuxuan looked at the flower branches in the hole, and his face slowly darkened.

Previously, he and Wu Xingxue thought that this chaotic line was caused by the Feng family. Just because the head of the Feng family wanted to resurrect a pair of children, under the guidance of the man in the dream, he used the power of the sacred tree to create this line. All cause and effect. All belong to the Feng family.

But now that I think about it, I'm afraid that's not the case...

Otherwise, there have been so many random lines in the world, so why did Hua Xin choose the Feng family line and hide the formation in it?

But it happened that this line had been left out for hundreds of years and had not been cut off.

From this point of view, it is self-evident who the man in the dream was who gave guidance to the head of the Feng family.

The Feng family is a cover to attract all attention, and Hua Xin is the one who really wants to open this line.

Since he had instructed the Feng family to open this line, he did not want this line to be discovered by threatening people, such as Tiansu or the Ling King who were independent of the Lingtai. Then he will definitely leave some arrangements to do something when this line is broken into.

For example, when Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan wanted to pursue clues about the Feng family, they were swept out of this line.

Or even... arrange something and follow them out.

Xiao Fuxuan thought of Wu Xingxue's bird not falling.

At this moment, there was a Fang Chu who followed them back in Que Buluo's courtyard.

***

All kinds of speculations were complicated and complicated, and they actually only flashed through his mind for a moment.

The moment Xiao Fuxuan was pondering, the branches and vines in the cave suddenly started to move - they were like dormant snakes and insects that suddenly heard the spring thunder. When the deep cave was opened, they began to quickly pull out branches and joints, and the tightly tightened buds suddenly unfolded. It is the most authentic kind of red, like blood, and its beauty is full of enchantment.

There is a folk saying that some domestic animals should not be allowed to taste blood. Once they taste blood, their appetite will be gone and they will never come back.

This is what happened to these branches and vines at the moment. They were nourished by spirit, flesh, bone, and blood, and they were already wild. Once they noticed that there were strangers entering the battle, and smelled the fresh spirit, flesh, bone, and blood, they couldn't help but want to absorb more. .

When the branches and vines pulled out, the entire formation began to buzz and vibrate.

A huge suction force rose from the ground, and even the incarnation of Xiao Fuxuan felt his soul shake, let alone the doctor Wusheng who only had a remnant of his soul? !

Yi Wusheng, who was half-kneeling on the ground, swayed. He couldn't resist the suction of the formation and couldn't even kneel down.

There was a slight tearing sound.

Xiao Fuxuan suddenly raised his eyes!

He saw a crack appearing in the black seal on Doctor Wusheng's mouth and nose. If he waited just a moment longer, the seal would completely shatter. Once it is shattered, the remaining soul will either be absorbed by the branches under the influence of the formation, or it will dissipate. In short... no matter which way, it can never be saved.

Xiao Fuxuan immediately raised his hand, pinched a sword between his fingers and threw it horizontally, trying to stabilize the black seal.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the faint golden light was about to touch the seal, Yi Wusheng tilted his head slightly and stepped aside.

Xiao Fuxuan was about to perform another trick, but it was already too late.

The black seal was shattered by the strong wind of the formation, revealing the long-unseen face of Doctor Wusheng, with a calm and gentle expression. This shows that the tilt of his head just now was indeed intentional on his part.

This move was so unexpected that even Xiao Fuxuan was stunned: You...

Sir, didn't you come to the Valley of Great Sorrow for something?

Yi Wusheng's remnant soul was shaking and his ears were buzzing, but he still vaguely heard these words.

yes……

When he came to the Great Bei Valley, he did have something he wanted. But he actually never figured out what he wanted.

Is it because I am greedy for the world and has unfulfilled regrets, so I want to get to the root of all disasters and do something to keep myself alive for a long time?

Doctor Wusheng thought this was what he thought until he stepped into the temple, fell to the ground, and walked to this deep cave in a daze.

His cultivation level is acceptable but he has never become an immortal. He is still a mortal. Fear of death is human nature.

He always thought that under this greed and fear, he wanted to do something.

But when he lifted up the mud and rocks and vaguely saw the tangled branches in the deep cave, and smelled the strong smell of blood and dust under the branches, he suddenly calmed down.

At that moment, his eyes were turning black, and the remaining soul in his mouth was shaking like a candle in the wind. He actually had no energy to think about anything anymore. But after all, he was born in a fairy sect and had seen too many formations, even if he could guess them.

The huge, deliberate formation under his knees was meant to save someone.

The word live is so deceptive.

He thought he would be excited or relieved at that moment - look, even if I do something, there is nothing wrong with it. I am never the first or the last.

But surprisingly, what he felt at that moment was peace.

Full of death energy, he half-knelt among the wildly growing branches and vines, enlightened——

He didn't really want to do anything.

He never seemed to want to do anything.

What he wants is not to change his life and live longer, although he does not want to leave this world.

In fact, what he wanted was this moment. He just wanted to come here, to the Valley of Great Sorrow, to enter the temple where Yun Hai was supposed to be buried, to stand at the node where his destiny could be changed, and to give himself a clear answer.

He said to himself: Just stop here, Doctor Wusheng.

His parents who died young once said that he could grasp objects when he was less than half a month old, and the first thing he grasped was a wooden sword. At that time, everyone said that he would become a great master who entered Taoism with a sword, and he would be majestic.

When he was four years old, he followed his parents through the countryside and saw refugees in a mountain temple mourning and crying out in pain. A man in plain clothes passed by and heard about it. He tapped the refugee's forehead a few times and touched a pill for him to swallow. After that, the mournful crying stopped.

He asked his parents who he was, and they said, Maybe he's a traveling doctor from the Mengdu area.

Since then, he has devoted himself to becoming a person who can stop crying.

When he was fourteen years old, he came to Hua's family. On that day, he hung a medicine pouch around his waist. There were always various kinds of elixirs in the pouch, just in case of emergencies. From the beginning disciple to the elder of the four halls of the Hua family, for more than a hundred years, the medicine bag has never left my body and has never been empty.

He has traveled to many places in the world, heard many sad cries, and saved many people.

Now, the last two pills were distributed to the people in front of the Great Bei Valley.

His medicine bag was empty, he had tried his best, and he was alone.

When he was a boy, he often chatted with Huazhao Pavilion and Huazhao Terrace about gossips in the market, and talked about many legends about resurrection from the dead and starting over. In the end, he would always come to the conclusion seriously: It goes against the laws of nature and human ethics and cannot be done. .

Back then, Huazhaoting would sigh that he looked like an old man, and Huazhaoting would even deliberately tease him by saying, Don't say too much old-fashioned words. Of course you will say that you can't do it if you are so angry. If this kind of thing really happens, what will happen? It’s hard to say.”

After teasing her, she felt it was unlucky and added: Bah, you can't touch it.

At this moment, he could finally reply to that little girl across a hundred years.

My wife's photo booth...

I came across something that we often talk about. Fortunately, I can answer it, and my original intention has not changed.

***

There was only a glimmer of light left in that remnant soul, which could not be broken under the agitation. When the black cloth covering his mouth and nose broke, Yi Wusheng no longer had to hold his breath and sighed like a smile. Then he mustered up the last bit of energy and shook the remaining soul away.

The bean's gleaming flame went out with a pop.

The moment they dispersed, he was still holding the piece of silk paper given to him by Xiao Fuxuan in his palm, and passed on the last words.

He said: I owe Tiansu a big thank you. Please ask the other person.

If we meet again in the future, it will be another hundred years...

Even if you see them, you won't recognize them. You might point at the two and say, Gods.

Not bad.

A long time ago, Huazhaotai pretended to tell his fortune, saying that they had a deep fate and that one life was not enough, but maybe three lives would be enough. She said that the next life would last a long, long time, maybe hundreds of years, and he would join the army and become a soldier.

At that time, he was puzzled by the custom and said: People who serve in the military often have a short life.

The photographer patted him and said, Then I can't change it, so I hope you meet someone noble.

He thought for a while and said, Okay, you can calculate it first and then do the next life.

Zhaotai said: In the next life... Well, thanks to the noble man, I have put a mark on your hand.

Thanks to the noble man, it is said that they have known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts. They will spend their lives helping each other, being charitable and practicing medicine to save people.

After hearing this, he said: Then we've agreed, and we can't go back on it.

They had agreed on everything a long time ago.

It's time to move on.

He was born in the 177th year of Qinghe, but died earlier in the 29th year of Suiling, which is rare in the world.

A hundred years of life is both extremely long and extremely short. He has many unfinished regrets and unfulfilled wishes, but when he died, he was smiling.

He was going to an appointment with an old friend.