Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Wu Xingxue has never been a talkative person.

When he was in Xiandu, he was easy to get close to and loved to joke, but he was not exactly enthusiastic. Later, he became a devil, and even the easy to get close to thing disappeared.

But he would always talk a lot in front of Xiao Fuxuan.

Later he discovered that this was because Xiao Fuxuan knew how to ask.

Whenever he finished speaking, Xiao Fuxuan would ask another question, and then he would talk for a while. He didn't like to talk about bitter things. During those two hundred and thirty years, he had only a few things to talk about, but unknowingly, he talked about them for a long time...

Those chaotic and topsy-turvy scenes and past slowly became clear.

After he finished talking about another thing, he stopped suddenly and was lost in thought for a while, then said: But there are still some things that I can't remember. Logically speaking, when the dream bell rang, I should remember everything.

Xiao Fuxuan: There is something wrong with Mengling again.

What happened to it?

It's even more broken.

Wu Xingxue lowered his head and picked up the white jade bell on his waist. After looking carefully, he found that the cracks on it were more obvious. They no longer stopped on the inside, but extended to the outside. At first glance, it looks like it will completely shatter when touched.

Wu Xingxue lightly wiped the rim of the bell with his thumb and wondered, How did it break? Did I touch it before when I was unaware?

Xiao Fuxuan replied: No, it suddenly happened like this.

Wu Xingxue said softly: That's strange...

He had sealed the screen before so that no one could approach easily. The white jade dream bell hung on his waist. Except for himself, no one could touch it at this time. And Xiao Fuxuan said that he had never touched it, so what happened to the dream bell?

Is it because he remembered too many past events at once and the power of Mengling couldn't bear it? Or... is there another reason?

There is no answer to this matter for a while. Wu Xingxue thought for a while, but to no avail, and his thoughts couldn't help but fall back on the last scene he remembered before waking up.

He closed his eyes and tried to think back for a while, but he couldn't remember the ending of that scene. He opened his eyes again, raised his head after being lost in thought for a long time, and whispered: Xiao Fuxuan.

Huh? Xiao Fuxuan responded gently.

Wu Xingxue looked at him and asked: ...Did I take off my disguise that day?

Xiao Fuxuan was stunned for a moment.

Wu Xingxue said softly: Do you still remember the day when I changed the dressings for a group of Immortal Sect disciples at the ferry at Wuduanhai?

Remember. Xiao Fuxuan replied, Of course I remember.

How could I forget such a day?

Wu Xingxue said: How did I respond to what you said at the ferry? Did I... agree?

The memory stopped abruptly at that moment, so that as long as he closed his eyes, he would see Xiao Fuxuan grabbing his hand and asking him in a mute voice: Wu Xingxue, what will it look like if you don't change your appearance? I want to see you s face.

And no matter how much he thought about it or how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what happened next.

Did he agree to the other party later? Or did you turn around and get on the boat and leave without looking back?

Xiao Fuxuan asked him: Why do you want to know?

Wu Xingxue: I'm afraid I'll say no.

Even though it was something that had happened and countless years had passed, even though it was him, no one knew himself better than him. He should have guessed what he was going to say without asking, but he was still worried.

He was worried that at that moment he would say no to Xiao Fuxuan and then leave the tall figure alone on the board extending out of the ferry.

Xiao Fuxuan asked again: Why are you afraid of saying no?

Wu Xingxue was quiet for a while and replied: Because it will be uncomfortable.

After hearing this answer, Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell heavily on Wu Xingxue's face. The next moment, he held Wu Xingxue's chin and kissed her deeply.

He kissed her a little hard, and when the other party opened her lips, he whispered: You didn't say no, and you also lost your disguise.

Wu Xingxue was so kissed that she couldn't resist, and her voice was extremely blurry: Seriously?

really.

You didn't lie to me?

No.

Wu Xingxue responded, and after a moment he muttered more vaguely: It's no use lying, I will remember everything sooner or later.

Yeah. Xiao Fuxuan responded.

He didn't lie.

That day at the Wuduanhai Ferry, Wu Xingxue shed his disguise layer by layer before he was within easy reach, revealing his original face.

But what he didn't say was that after that day, the person who always changed his appearance and chatted and laughed with him never appeared in front of him again.

He had intercepted some search talismans, but the other party seemed to have new ways to avoid them, so he could not catch the other party's traces.

At that time, he had some quarrels with Lingtai Tiandao and was investigating some matters, so his life was not smooth. There are not many opportunities for him to go to the human world, but every time he goes to the human world, he is looking for the same person, and every time he goes around in circles and returns empty-handed.

Until one time, with troublesome injuries and the smell of blood and rust all over his body, he walked straight across the world and landed outside the gate of Zhaoye City, which was called the Devil's Cave.

The structure of Zhaoye City is a bit like a human town, with tall towers and long gates and walls serving as gates for entering the city. However, there were no evil demon handlers outside the city gate, and there were no city lord's men. There were only dozens of fireballs like blue ghost fire arrayed outside the city gate.

There are rumors in the world that those Qingming ghost fires are all made by the Lord of Zhaoye City. They can smell all the smells that do not belong to the evil spirits in Zhaoye City, especially the fairy aura.

Rumors, as long as there are

When people from the Immortal City approach Zhaoye City, those Qingming ghost fires will react immediately, pulling the trespassers into a sea of ​​irrelevant fire.

The Lord of Zhaoye City is by no means a common man. Both immortals and demons are extremely afraid of the fire. However, Xiao Fuxuan has not received any imperial edicts regarding Zhaoye City and the Lord of the City...

He came to have an unfair name.

That day, he coldly wiped the blood on the side of his neck and looked at the Qingming lanterns, scoffing in his mind that he was really crazy, while walking towards the entrance door.

When he was about to hit the Qingming Lantern, the green flames suddenly flashed a few times. Just as a wall of fire was about to form and a sea of ​​fire, a figure in plain clothes suddenly penetrated the sea of ​​fire and landed in front of Xiao Fuxuan.

The moment he fell, he swept his hand behind his back, and the blue sea of ​​fire suddenly converged in his hand.

That day, the Lord of Zhaoye City did not wear the disguise of a stranger, nor did he smile. He swept the blood around Xiao Fuxuan's neck, frowned and said, Do you know the consequences for an immortal who breaks into Zhaoye City with an injury?

Xiao Fuxuan: I've heard a little bit about it.

Wu Xingxue: That means you know it, and you still come after you know it?

Xiao Fuxuan did not answer.

The wound on the side of his neck was exposed to the Qingming lamp. The wound expanded and became more serious. It took a long time to heal, and blood continued to flow along the lines of the neck bones. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be untied. As we all know, the injuries caused by the Qingming Lantern have to be untied by the person who made the Qingming Lantern.

Wu Xingxue saw it and stood still for a moment, then suddenly closed her eyes, grabbed Xiao Fuxuan's hand, and led him through the Qingming Lantern.

Those lights may have been quietly tampered with by him, and they no longer grew into a boundless sea of ​​burning immortal flames, as if they would recognize Xiao Fuxuan from now on.

They passed through the high-arched door and passed through the already desolate Falling Flower Terrace.

While walking down the mountain road, Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head in the thick mist and suddenly said to the man who took him into the city: Wu Xingxue, long time no see.

Wu Xingxue, who was dragging him, stepped forward for a moment.

Perhaps it was because of the thick fog that no one could see anyone clearly, neither the devil nor the immortal. Wu Xingxue said hmm very softly before raising her feet and moving forward again.

From that day on, Xiao Fuxuan came and went to illuminate the night city, and never disturbed the Qing Ming Lantern guarding the city outside the gate.

***

It's a long story to tell, and the long time no see time was also sour and hard to describe. So Xiao Fuxuan didn't mention it. He skipped those years and said to Wu Xingxue: You lost your disguise that day and I saw you.

So don't feel bad.

After hearing his answer, Wu Xingxue felt much better.

He was quiet for a while, and then suddenly said to Xiao Fuxuan: Do you still remember what happened in the Immortal Capital?

Xiao Fuxuan said: I remember them all.

Wu Xingxue asked: How do you remember it?

Xiao Fuxuan was quiet for a moment and said: ...The immortals are gone, so I remember them.

Wu Xingxue thought about it and felt that it made sense. After all, erasure belonged to Lingtai Tiandao and was used to punish the gods. Now that the Immortal Capital is gone, punishments will probably no longer count, and the eradication will be loosened.

He was quiet for a while and then said: There is one more thing.

Xiao Fuxuan: ...

He also pinched Wu Xingxue's chin. He couldn't hold back at this moment, and moved his thumb to the open and closed lips, and kissed them.

Wu Xingxue was about to speak, but he kissed her in confusion.

The big devil was very kissable now and responded for a while. When Xiao Fuxuan stepped aside a little, he said again: Let me ask you -

As soon as you finished your words, Tiansu kissed you again.

So it became vague again.

Big Devil: ?

Xiao Fuxuan, is there something you don't want to mention and want to shut my mouth? The devil was so blurred by the kiss that he insisted on finishing his words.

No.

Then let me finish asking.

Xiao Fuxuan stepped aside.

Wu Xingxue asked: Since you remember it, why didn't you tell me directly when I asked you what kind of person I was?

In fact, he didn't pay much attention to this matter, but he suddenly remembered it and asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Fuxuan suddenly fell silent, and after a moment asked: How to say it?

Wu Xingxue thought for a while and seemed to not know what to say, so he said: Become an immortal, become a devil, etc.

Wu Xingxue spoke a little casually, but she heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice.

He said: I won't agree.

Wu Xingxue was startled and heard the person who accompanied him in the chaos say: That's all you have experienced. No one can tell you in a few words.

Neither can I.

Wu Xingxue looked at him steadily, her eyes reflecting the sky outside the window.

After a while, a layer of warmth and brightness gradually spread there.

He said: Xiao Fuxuan.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes, dazzled by the long-lost smile.

A wisp of wind slipped in along the window crack, and the frost and snow disappeared at that moment.

The past two hundred and thirty years suddenly became distant in this moment, and truly had the appearance of the past.

The so-called past means that everything has gone.