Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

I'm afraid no one can tell how many days the fire at Luohuatai burned out, not even Wu Xingxue himself.

The body is burned by fire, the soul is torn apart, and the immortal essence is shattered... All these things are imposed on the same person, and no one can bear it clearly. He sat in that forbidden area in chaos and silence.

He sat there as long as the fire burned.

He is no longer an indestructible body surrounded by divinity. Even when he is extremely weak, the fire will leave wounds. The side of the neck, the back of the heart, the wrist, the ankle...the closer it is to the vital door, the easier it is to feel pain, and the more obvious the injury will be.

By the end, his clothes were soaked in blood.

Later human rumors often say that after Luohuatai was burned to scorched earth, too many people were burned to death and soaked in too much blood, so that all the rivers flowing from there were blue and white when they entered the mountain, and turned into white when they came out. It is red and winds throughout the Jia Ming wilderness. Since then, even the wind in Jiaming Wilderness has smelled of burnt blood, like rusty cold iron.

But no one knew that the smell of blood blown by the wind across the wilderness actually came from the Spirit King.

***

If the confusion of consciousness could be considered a sleep, then Wu Xingxue had a long sleep in the Luohuatai.

When he opened his eyes and woke up, the fire had been extinguished for a long time. The Twelve Miles of Falling Flower Terrace was completely unburned, and he was the only one left. The people from the immortal sect who came to cast spells to put out the fire have long since dispersed, and the once famous mountain city is only left with sighs among the people.

Wu Xingxue hid the blood stains on his robe, and when he walked out of the deserted mountain road, he vaguely saw the city in the distance. There are some tea stalls and wine shops outside the city, with lanterns and Sheng flags hung on long bamboo poles. The words on it changed from "Suining" to "Qinghe".

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I just "slept" for a while, but it felt like I had changed the world.

He met a group of people on the side road outside the mountain, including men, women, old and young. They followed an ox cart carrying heavy goods and walked cautiously down the mountain. They looked around as they walked, as if they were afraid that some monsters might pop up on the side of the road. .

A girl sitting on the edge of the bullock cart had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of him through the mountain fog. She was startled at first, and then said in surprise: "There is actually someone who dares to walk alone under the Luohua Terrace?"

The slow-moving oxcart suddenly stopped, and the group of people stopped one after another and looked at him, surprised and uncertain. They were whispering to each other, buzzing non-stop. The man who drove the cart was strong and had a knife at his waist.

The man stared here, touched the knife on his waist and asked: "Where does this young master come from, and why is he walking alone on this mountain road? Haven't you ever heard of the Luohuatai Heavenly Fire?"

The sharp-eyed girl added: "Is the young master a foreigner? Something happened in this mountain earlier, and there was an evil spirit at work!"

Others nodded in agreement, and someone pointed to the vast sky above his head and said, "I don't know where the evil devil came from. It is probably that it is so sinful and extremely difficult to deal with that the people above can't stand it anymore. They sent down fire from the sky to punish me. It burned for an unknown number of days."

"When the fire burned, it spread so high! You could see the red here dozens of miles away. Many people heard the cry. It was really... resentment. Such strong resentment can't dissipate quickly, so it's easy here. Something happened!"

"Yes, yes! People often say they see hellfire here, and there are many scary things!"

"It's really dangerous to come here alone. People from nearby towns come and go in groups, either with carts and horses pulling goods or with people who know some magic. Master, you..."

"Master?"

The people talked for a long time, but got no response. Finally, they couldn't help but whispered: "Is it possible that he can't hear?"

At that time, Wu Xingxue really couldn't hear clearly.

There was lingering pain all over his body and his five senses were stiff. The words of the people fell into his ears like mountains and seas, blurred into pieces. What he heard most clearly were those repeated words, talking about the evil spirits at Luohuatai and the cries of resentment.

He stood in the cold mountain mist and listened quietly to those widely circulated words.

The same sharp-eyed girl said no: "Probably not, he doesn't look like..."

"Not like anything?"

"Not like someone who can't hear."

…

He is not even like anyone else here, and he is out of tune with the dusty mountain road. He was dressed in the color of snow, and against the backdrop of the red rocks and steep cliffs, he looked as pale as the winter fog in the mountains, as if it had dispersed as soon as the high sun hit him.

The girl jumped off the carriage, bravely took a few steps towards this place, and asked tentatively: "Master, where are you going? If you are on your way, you can follow us... Master?"

She raised her voice twice and then saw the other party come to his senses in a daze. He moved his lips and replied: "... To the north, there is the Wuduan Sea."

The voice should be nice, but it seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time, and it was slightly hoarse.

But it still doesn’t stop it from sounding good.

Seeing that he had answered, the others slowly let go of their suspicions and alertness. The driver patted the cow's back, followed him with the knife on his waist, and said: "Wu Duan Hai? It's a convenient way, the ferry is in that direction. Since the young master dares to walk alone, he must know some self-defense skills. If he can , and soon our companions will be walking outside. Do you have a sword?"

The young man was taller than him. He always raised his eyes slightly when he spoke, so he didn't notice anything else. After he asked this question, he glanced at the other party's waist and saw only a bell-shaped white jade pendant hanging there. Not wearing any sharp weapons.

He was stunned for a moment before he heard the other party reply: "I don't have a sword."

***

The former Spirit King was lazy and didn't like to hold things in his hands. The two little boys in his palace loved to mutter, and often asked him for work, as if they had no reason to live in the fairy capital forever if they were not of great use.

So every time he brought the two little boys to the human world, he would ask them to help hold the sword, and he also gave the two little boys a nickname, "Sword-Holding Boys."

If the little boy is not around, the sword is often worn on the waist, and the white jade dream bell is on the same side, and it will make a sound when walking.

He used to go under the south window, and before he landed on the eaves, people in the courtyard would raise their heads and look at him.

The man said: "I have heard the sound of Langyu a long time ago."

He asked: "So effective. How early?"

The man said: "I heard it as soon as I sat in the spring breeze."

…

Nowadays, he has no children chirping around him, and no one is waiting in the courtyard, listening to the sound of jade and raising his head early.

After the sword chopped the sacred tree soul, along with the blood all over the ground and the dispersed immortal essence, it returned to its original appearance - a white jade essence wrapped in broken branches.

His hands are empty, his waist is empty, and there will be no more sword.

***

The man driving the cart and the girl walked closer, and finally saw through the mountain fog a large burn on the side of his neck.

The girl was soft-hearted and gasped, "You're bleeding!"

She searched around, took out a clean cloth, took out some medicinal powder, sprinkled it on and handed it over, saying, "It hurts to have such a big wound open. This medicinal powder was given to you by people from the immortal sect in the city. Take the cover—"

She paused mid-sentence, and the man driving the car grabbed her violently. Their eyes fell on the wound on Wu Xingxue's neck, and their eyes gradually widened.

The wound is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye. During the healing process, wisps of black smoke wrapped around the wound and Wu Xingxue's body...

These common people have probably suffered a lot, so they recognize them at a glance. They stopped suddenly, froze for a moment, and then screamed: "Evil! You...you are!"

"He is the devil!!!"

"Run! There's a demon!"

It only took a moment for the mountain road to turn from tranquility to chaos.

In an instant, the cows and horses neighed, and the crowd burst like a dam.

In an instant, everyone screamed in terror and ran away.

Wu Xingxue listened to their screams and watched them disappear at the end of the mountain road. She clearly remembered their eyes when they looked back in panic, which were full of panic, uneasiness, fear and disgust.

He stood for a long time on the dead mountain road, bending down to pick up the cloth that had been stained with medicinal powder and fell to the ground.

He put the cloth towel on the dead branches of the cliff, took one last look at the Luohuatai where people were once noisy, and headed north alone.

***

The girl asked him if he had anywhere to go, and he was silent for a long time before he answered.

He does have a place to go, which is at the end of Wuduan Sea, called Canglang North Territory.

The soul that was split into two by the sacred tree needed a place to settle. He thought about all the places in the world, and only that place was the most appropriate.

But that was the place he least wanted to go at this time.

He is not used to the evil energy escaping from his body yet, and he is not good at operating it or covering it up.

He could imagine how anyone would react when seeing him like this. Most of them would be like those people on the mountain road just now, screaming and running away or facing each other with swords, with fear, disgust or panic...

He could also imagine meeting any old friends and what it would be like to meet people from the Immortal City again.

Only Xiao Fuxuan could not be imagined.

***

That year was the early year of Qinghe.

Wu Xingxue went to Wu Tuan Beach, but did not cross the sea.

He sat quietly in an ice valley on the coast of Wutuhai Sea for ten months, until he could hide the thick evil spirit all over his body, until he condensed a complete spiritual void in his body. Only by confusing the real with the fake can he come out of that no-man's land.

He changed his appearance and made it look like no one could detect any flaws. He also reversed his energy and changed his usual moves...

He envisioned countless scenarios and made all kinds of preparations. But when I was about to cross the Wudu Sea, I heard something...

It was the middle of winter again that day, and it snowed heavily on the beach for no reason. A windproof lantern was set up beside the canopy of the ferry, and the swaying shadow of the lamp illuminated the waterside. Wu Xingxue squinted her eyes in the bright colors and blinked away the snow particles at the end of her eyes.

The moment he lowered his eyes and then raised them, he heard several people from a certain immortal sect next to him say: "I heard that the Immortal Xiao Fuxuan of Tiansu has not been in the immortal capital for a long time..."

Wu Xingxue was startled and suddenly turned around.

He stood in the wind and snow, listening to what those people said.

They said that Xiao Fuxuan was no longer in Xiandu.

They said that he was prohibited by the imperial edict and would have to stay outside the extreme north for hundreds of years.

For a hundred years, that person will not appear in the world again.

For a whole hundred years, they would never have a chance to meet, whether secretly or accidentally, whether in Canglang Northern Territory or elsewhere...

He also glimpsed something in the rumors - it turned out that from the moment he split the sacred tree, shattered the immortal essence, and became a demon, everyone in the world had forgotten about him.

No one has ever jumped down from the high branches of the sacred tree.

There has never been a Spirit King in the Immortal Capital.

He no longer had to imagine what would happen if he met Xiao Fu

What will the Xuanhui look like...

Because even if a hundred years later, even if they bump into each other on the widest street and their eyes meet, nothing will happen.

They are no different from the strangers in the world who frequently rub shoulders.

The entire ten months of hesitation and hesitation seemed like a joke.