Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Wu Xingxue hasn't thought about Quedu for a long time.

Since he realized that it was a big dream created out of thin air, he has never recalled any details in the dream.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a story he had seen in a storybook.

It's a coincidence that it happened to be the storybook he was reading when he opened his eyes in Canglang Beiyu. The story was one of them. It was obviously very simple, but he was leaning on the couch at that time, supporting his head with one hand and twisting the pages of the book with the other. I watched it for an inexplicable long time.

It took so long that even the housekeeper couldn't help but ask him: What story made you sad?

At that time, he was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and asked, Sad?

The housekeeper nodded, pointed to his eyebrows and said, Look, it's like this. If you lower your eyes, you're still wrinkled here.

At that time, Wu Xingxue suddenly stopped laughing, relaxed his eyebrows and said, Oh, it's nothing. It's just a short story, how can I feel sad about it.

The butler looked curious.

Wu Xingxue simply said a few words to him: It is said that there was an old man who always loved flowers and plants and planted them all over the courtyard. One year in the early spring, he encountered a strange scene. When the sun was beautiful and the wind was blowing, thunder suddenly broke out, and he was impartial. The ground was struck in his courtyard, leaving a mess all over the place.”

The old man was heartbroken. He felt that the flowers and plants he had taken so much care of would turn into scorched earth and would not survive. Who would have thought that only one of the flowers and trees in the yard would survive.

The surviving flower tree sprouted branches and buds as scheduled in late spring in March, but I don't know whether it was because of the sudden thunder on the sunny day or something else, but the flowers that the flower tree bloomed later were very strange.

The steward asked: What kind of strange method?

At that time, he said Huh and said softly: Have you ever seen the Bingdilian? According to what the book says, it should be like the Bingdilian, a twin branch...

The housekeeper praised: That's really rare in the world. It's a miracle sent from heaven. It's a good thing.

But he was quiet for a while and said, It's hard to say.

Butler: Why do you say that?

Because... He twirled the pages of the book, and was stunned for a while for some reason, then said: It is written in this book that not all of the twin flowers bloom well. When one side is full of life, the other side will be full of vitality. It has a withered look. This one is fine, but that one is suffering.

The housekeeper said regretfully: That is indeed a pity...

He softly said hmm in response to the butler's words. He put his finger on the page and said: There are more than just one. One of them is quite domineering. It always blooms better.

The steward replied: You must have gained more nutrients.

He blinked his half-lidded eyes, then raised his eyes and said to the housekeeper: So... this can't be regarded as a miracle sent from heaven. I'm afraid only the flower that got the upper hand would think so about the other one. He said, I'm afraid it's not a bad fate.

The housekeeper didn't know how to respond. This was indeed a small story, just two flowers, and there was nothing sad or sad about it. He glanced at the book several times and said strangely: This book...

What happened to the script?

Where did this saying come from? It seems I have never heard of it.

Wu Xingxue in the dream paused and said, Just take it.

The housekeeper asked: Is it on the wooden stand? I didn't seem to see it when I took someone to sweep it yesterday.

He replied: Maybe it's been put aside. You go and do your work. I'll watch it for a while.

…

***

That was a story that didn't take up much space in the storybook. It was not very eye-catching, but Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered it at this moment.

If magpie is all a big dream, everything in the dream cannot really have no reason. Maybe those story books and the stories in the story books are a subconscious reaction and reminder.

And the current involvement between him and Xiao Fuxuan reminded him of those twin branches.

And he is like the flower that takes up most of the nutrients.

But where did this involvement come from...

Is it because the white jade essence wraps the sacred tree like a kind of nourishment, and it comes from this? Or is it because Xiao Fuxuan left something on him?

Wu Xingxue wanted to ask clearly, but now was not the time to ask properly.

He took a deep look at Xiao Fuxuan and immediately intervened in the battle.

Both their bodies and souls were damaged, and they were involved in this kind of ebb and flow. Facing Feng Xue Li, it was actually no longer a two against one.

What's more, Feng Xue Li brought almost all the demons in Zhaoye City with him. Strictly speaking, it should even be the other way around. Even with fewer enemies, Feng Xue Li is the one with more.

But this battle did not fall into a stalemate, or it was only a stalemate for a short period of time.

Whether they are gods or demons, a moment sometimes seems extremely long to them. A lot of things can happen in that short moment——

For example, when Wu Xingxue's chilling fingers were about to touch Feng Xue Li's throat, he discovered that at that moment when his life was hanging by a thread, his eyes actually glanced at Shenmu.

That glance gave Wu Xingxue an illusion, as if Feng Xue Li could survive his attack as long as he could get a chance to move the sacred tree.

Wu Xingxue paused with her fingers at that moment.

So Feng Xue Li vaguely heard a question at that moment. In fact, Wu Xingxue didn't really ask, but during the pause in the move, Feng Xue Li knew what Wu Xingxue wanted to say.

He wanted to say: I have seen too many people in the world obsessed with sacred trees, causing harm to others and themselves. I never expected that you would be one of them.

In the former Immortal Capital, Mingwu Immortal Head and Spirit King

I am not very familiar with Tiansu and have only spoken to him very rarely. The very limited intersection between the three of them was probably the person named Yun Hai. Apart from that, they can't even be called fairy friends with polite words.

So Feng Xue Li opened his mouth and replied: Since he is not a 'immortal friend', there is no such thing as 'expected' or 'unexpected'.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment when she heard Feng Xueli's still silent voice. Because even though he thought so in his heart, he didn't ask the question out loud, but the other party answered as if he knew.

Wu Xingxue: You...

Then I heard Feng Xue Li say again: This is what the Spirit King——

He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to change his name to City Lord, but that was the end of his sentence, so he simply continued: You already asked this question more than twenty years ago, I'm just answering it again.

Wu Xingxue frowned.

Feng Xueli said: The Spiritual King returned the favor, forcibly borrowing the power of the sacred tree is against the principles of the world. One thing can lead to all things, and the number of innocent people implicated is immeasurable.

Wu Xingxue didn't remember it at all, but this was indeed true. It's just that it's really strange to say it from Feng Xueli's mouth at this time. Because the other party is doing something so-called against the principles of the world and is incredibly stubborn.

Feng Xue Li said: Now if King Ling wants to mention it again, I can still answer it again: I know everything.

It doesn’t matter if it goes against common sense or it doesn’t matter if it involves innocent people. He knew all these words.

How could you not know? He has said this countless times and told many people this truth.

The Mingwu Immortal Head on the Lingtai is the most worshiped immortal by the common people in the world. He smelled the incense and knew how many people were kneeling under the niche without counting them. He has thirty thousand statues of gods, large and small, and countless portraits.

His statue stands in the houses of countless people, and he has heard countless common things and gossip, so he understands one thing better than anyone else -

You know some truths, but if you really want to violate them, no one can stop them.

Because I understand, I will not look back.

He has seen too many such things, so much that he can remain calm about almost anything.

He once adhered to countless principles and never felt restricted by those rules. Because that's what he agrees with.

He doesn't interfere too much in human affairs and only brings some blessings at the right time. Don’t say the same words too much, don’t persuade the same people too much, just stop at the point you are talking about, and only do three things.

These bits and pieces put together are the boundaries between the immortal capital and the human world. He once felt that the differences were clear and reasonable.

He preached these principles to many people, and he always spoke very calmly. If the other party listened, that was a good thing. If they didn't, they would sooner or later learn a lesson. He did not interfere too much.

But then he suddenly realized that there are always exceptions in the world.

There are always exceptions to everything, this is also true. And it actually took him so long to understand such a simple truth.

Later, he had many exceptions - he repeated the same truth countless times, but he still targeted the same person, and his tone was no longer calm.

He was once so angry that he couldn't speak. He once rebuked a person and asked him word for word: What can you do and what can't be done! The imperial edict you received when you became an immortal is a piece of paper?!

He said to the man: There are so many unreasonable things in the world. If you take care of one thing, you have to take care of the other...

He also said: There is a difference between immortals and mortals. Once you enter the immortal capital, you can no longer interfere in human affairs.

…

He even said to the man: If you act like this, sooner or later...

Sooner or later are words that are said to hated enemies in the mortal world. They were never enemies, but he actually said such harsh words just to make the other party listen to the truth.

But now, those truths he had preached word for word were being shattered bit by bit in his hands. Many of the things he has done over the years have gone against the principles he once said.

He has seen many people in the world who like to say I was confused after doing something. But he couldn't say this because he was always sober.

He clearly looked at everything he did, clearly counted every law of nature he violated, and clearly looked at the positions he had set up.

He was watching the blood flowing in the formation and the lives involved in the formation.

So for hundreds of years, no one has been able to persuade him, and no one can stop him.

But now, at the moment when he was fighting Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, he suddenly felt confused after hundreds of years of calm sobriety. So he looked into Wu Xingxue's eyes in the biting cold air and said, The things that King Ling has seen are by no means less than mine. Hasn't there ever been a day when you felt it was unfair?

When Wu Xingxue frowned, Xiao Fuxuan's long sword came fiercely!

Feng Xue Li swept back quickly, and his movement was so fast that the whole bird was lifted up into the sky with snow and fog.

He held the lamp between his brows, then lowered himself, and like a swimming dragon, he transformed into a long wisp of smoke, which instantly melted into the snow and fog in the sky.

But Wu Xingxue vaguely heard his voice

Feng Xueli's vague voice was scattered everywhere, and it was almost impossible to find a fixed point. He said: It was my negligence. No matter how many things the Spirit King has seen, he has forgotten most of them now.

Wu Xingxue's eyes were extremely quiet, his back was touching Xiao Fuxuan's, and he swept across the entire courtyard in an instant.

But I heard Feng Xue Li continue: This is not a good thing. Otherwise, maybe you would also ask, why -

When the voice fell heavily, the smoke had already gathered towards the giant tree.

But as it drew closer, the shadow of the sword with the word free cut through the long wind, passing through the smoke impartially.

Master!!! When Xiaohu pounced on him, Feng Xue Li showed his human form.

His meticulous clothes were finally a little messy, and there was a slender line on his chin, and blood beads slid down along the line.

Laughing Fox stood next to Feng Xue Li. They were surrounded by Tiansu sword energy, unable to advance or retreat.

Feng Xue Li raised his hand and wiped the blood from his chin, his eyebrows still as motionless as mountains. He said calmly in the shadow of the golden sword: Someone once asked me this question. Now that I have a chance, I will ask you two for him... …”

The long sword in Xiao Fuxuan's hand clanked against the ground, and his shoulders and back were straight and blocked in front of Wu Xingxue.

He said that all practitioners in this world must seek something, either for longevity or a strong body. There are also great compassionate people who seek peace in the world. He said that he spent hundreds of years trying his best to ascend to the immortal capital, but suddenly nothing could be done. Please.”

It is said that there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Once you enter the immortal capital, you cannot interfere too much in the affairs of the world. So why did you bother to practice and ascend? Just to sit on the altar, smell the incense of the world, and watch for hundreds or thousands of years. Doesn't it move? If so, what's the difference between immortality and death in Xiandu?

If this principle is wrong, then those who are punished by heaven for violating this principle should ask why?

Those who have been repeatedly dispatched for violating the laws of heaven are in charge of desolate places. Cars and horses hurriedly passed through the Great Sadness Valley where no one stopped, Jingguan where there were tombs in the sky and no living people were seen, there were only wastelands and phantoms that the people could not avoid. The immovable mountains, the snowy ponds surrounded by thunder all the year round, and even the celestial beings are rare... Where can I find incense and offerings in those places? They are just waiting to be beaten back to the human world.

I just sit there in the spring breeze on the ruined Immortal Platform. The Spirit King must have seen much more with his own eyes than I have. Don't you ever feel it's unfair for a moment?

What's more, there are sacred trees...

Even if Feng Xue Li could investigate, it would be impossible for him to know everything clearly. But based on what he knew, he could also make a guess. The Spirit King is causally connected to the Sacred Tree, and all the misfortunes and troubles that the world has brought upon the Sacred Tree must have caused the Spirit King to suffer a lot.

So he said: Don't you think it's unfair that you bear the grievances of life and death, love and hatred for nothing? Why don't you ask?

However, Feng Xueli didn't really wait for Wu Xingxue to answer. After all, a person who had completely forgotten his past would probably not remember those things, and naturally he wouldn't be able to answer anything.

On the other hand, he himself already had the answer in these questions.

He felt that the Spirit King was unwilling and felt it was unfair. He even asked Why is this so?

He said quietly: There must be some... Otherwise, why would the dignified Spiritual King fall from the immortal capital back to the human world three hundred years ago, losing his immortal energy and becoming a demon.

When these words were spoken, Wu Xingxue's eyes moved.

When the last word fell, Xiao Fuxuan was in front of Feng Xueli instantly. The moment the sword light struck, his cold voice passed through the wind: Does what you said have anything to do with what you did?

No. Feng Xue Li did not make any attempt to hide it, Just asking...

When that person asked him, he answered many questions, and he talked endlessly in heaven and on earth. But now, those words he once answered to the other party could no longer convince him.

He just handed the question over.

As for himself, it doesn't matter anymore, because he doesn't even care about right or wrong.

Since there is always injustice, there is no need to reason.

It is wrong to harm one person, and it is wrong to harm hundreds of thousands of people. It is all wrong, let alone high or low.

Once he took a step on this road, he could only move forward, and he could not go back to the starting point.

Saving hundreds of people, saving thousands of people, is saving thousands of people, and saving one person is also saving. It doesn't matter whether you are high or low.

If this path is completed and he saves the person he wants to save, he will be considered to have achieved his wish. If it doesn't work out and you suffer all the consequences, then it's your own fault.

He thought of everything and knew everything.

Saving one person can earn you a word of willingness. Feng Xueli held up the light, raised his eyes and said: What did you get in exchange for saving those millions of people? No one can remember the reincarnation, they just suffered in vain. .”

When he said the last few words, strong evil energy poured out.

When Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan attacked, Feng Xueli suddenly changed his path and unexpectedly refused to dodge and faced them with his body.

The two of them didn't expect that he would act like this suddenly, their expressions changed, and they withdrew a little bit of the attack when the move was coming.

After all, that body belongs to Feng Xue Li, the youngest son of the Feng family. Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as an innocent incident. If they don't stop their momentum, and the other party doesn't avoid it at all, the body will definitely end up being shattered into pieces.

But even if the momentum ends at this time, it is still a little late.

Seeing that Wu Xingxue's fingers had touched the other person's forehead, according to common sense, the next moment the other person's skull would be shattered and blood would flow from his orifices. And the soul in his body will be forcibly stripped out a little because of this.

But at that moment, Wu Xingxue suddenly felt a push back.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were blocking the life gate of Feng Xue Li's body and palming him.

What's weird is that the force of the pushback is exactly the same angle as his own strength, as if it was another Wu Xingxue protecting the body.

Not only that, Xiao Fuxuan's sword move was also blocked by the invisible force. So much so that the body didn't sustain any injuries.

what happened? !

Wu Xingxue was confused, but she understood when she smelled the protective aura.

He was very familiar with the protective aura. It was himself, or... it was the smell of the sacred tree. There is only one possibility for this kind of protective power - this body should have been blessed and protected by the sacred tree, and it should live a hundred years in this life.

He can only think of one such person...

The child who was buried under the sacred tree by Xiao Fuxuan in his previous life.

****

Change often occurs in an instant.

Wu Xingxue didn't have time to think about it, because Feng Xue Li would not evade or block him, and was waiting for that moment - under the forceful attack by him and Xiao Fuxuan, as long as Feng Xue Li didn't die, he could seize that moment. of gaps.

Facts can prove that Feng Xue Li caught it.

He chose this body for this reason, because Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan couldn't kill him. In this way, he can seize the opportunity to counterattack.

Because of the sacred tree, Feng Xue Li didn't want to use his killing move on Wu Xingxue. But he had to make those two people ignore him, so the killing move went straight towards Xiao Fuxuan.

In an instant, the souls of Feng Xue Li and Fang Chu resonated with each other, and both sides attacked together.

The coercion suddenly came like mountains rolling in. The light is as bright as a torch, shining hundreds of miles away.

Xiaohu, who rushed over to protect his master, couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees under the pressure. If the killing move hadn't been directed at him, he would have been crushed into a thin piece of skin on the ground with his liver and gallbladder shattered.

He raised his head with difficulty and saw that almost the entire Quebuluo was trapped in the fire. He even heard Ning Huaishan's scream of pain, but he could not see anything.

Everything was in the fire, and he could see no one.

That's actually a bit of a pity...

If he moved a little further, he might be able to vaguely see the young master he had longed for for a long time - the man who was born not to like the smell of smoke or fire. The man he watched and grew up with appeared in his body for a moment.

Just when the killing move of Feng Xue Li struck Xiao Fuxuan.

The weak soul, which had been eroded for a long time and was almost silent anymore, suddenly broke out and occupied the body for a very short time.

Perhaps the firelight and smoke smell were somewhat similar to the battlefields in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, which made the tiny soul feel familiar.

He glanced at Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, and before he could react, he withdrew the hand that had used the killing move.

Once a mortal enters reincarnation, he will not remember what happened in the previous life, unless the soul leaves the body and encounters the scene he saw before death.

So he should not be able to remember. But maybe it was because his body was occupied by others, and he was so weak in a corner that he was almost falling apart, as if he was on the verge of death, so he actually vaguely remembered it.

He remembered why he hated the light of fire and the smell of smoke, because in that life he huddled in a corner of a battlefield like that, next to mountains of corpses, overwhelmed by the smell of burnt and blood.

Like many lonely children of that era, he cried in search of his family on the battlefield, wandered among the corpses, and finally died there.

He died on such a battlefield.

He should have been buried in that wilderness, or gathered together with other corpses and buried in a strange place full of lonely souls. but none……

Because before he died, he dreamed that his parents came to pick him up, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed a handful of someone's clothes.

So the man carried the body of an unknown child on his back through the long cold night and wilderness, and buried it in the best place in the world. There was a very tall tree there that was dropping flowers all the time.

His parents said that people should remember their kindness, so he still misses her.

Until this moment, I finally got what I wanted.

***

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes in the firelight and saw Feng Xueli's eyes suddenly disappearing and gathering again. He seemed to take a breath,

Those eyes seemed as if they had not seen the human world for a long time, and they actually showed a bit of confusion like that of a teenager. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly withdrew the hand that had used the killing move.

At that moment, the strange Feng Xue Li looked over through the firelight and said something in a very vague voice.

He said: Thank you very much.

After saying that, the figure dispersed and seemed to have retreated quickly.

The firelight in Quebuluo faded and dissipated at the same time. When the last scarlet color disappeared, he caught a glimpse of white in his peripheral vision.

He turned his head to look at the white color, and saw a long crack in the roots and branches of the giant tree. He didn't know whether it was caused by the formation of Feng Xue Li or by those killing moves just now. .

And the white color he caught in his peripheral vision appeared near the crack.

It was a streak of white jade essence, winding up the tree trunk and about to protect the crack. And just when the white color was covering the crack like a spirit, he vaguely heard a very light sound.

The sound was a bit muted, but he could still vaguely distinguish it.

That's the sound of bells.

…

That's the dream bell ringing.