Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years.

"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.

"En." Xiao Fuxuan responded with a deep voice, and let go of his hand.

Wen Nuan retreated suddenly, Wu Xingxue stroked her fingers, and suddenly asked, "Are you testing me?"

Xiao Fuxuan closed his eyes, and replied after a while: "No."

"Really not?"

"..."

Just as Wu Xingxue was about to ask again, he suddenly realized belatedly that the stove in his palm was heating up again, and the slightly scalding heat spread through his skin to his fingertips, relaxing his bones.

Who did this is self-evident.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at him and stopped talking.

It's as if the sentence "Hands are as cold as ice" just now is not pointing out that he has used extreme cold internal energy, but a simple and natural statement.

Wu Xingxue was holding the stove in a daze when she was suddenly bumped into by someone.

He stepped aside and found that the people who bumped into him were people who were looking for him.

Those few commoners didn't know the magic tricks, so they fell into the tomb for no reason, and there was a pile of ghost corpses on the ground, so scared that they had nowhere to go.Their faces were pale, and they evaded indiscriminately. They didn't pay attention to what was behind them, and then bumped into Wu Xingxue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." They apologized repeatedly, "Here...it's too scary here."

Their winter coats were tied tightly and thickly, their movements were clumsy and clumsy, and they nodded as if they were bowing.When the jacket filled with thick cotton wool was pressed, the wind carried a smell.

Wu Xingxue sniffed something familiar.

Before opening their mouths, the disciples of the immortal sect said first, "It smells like a tribute."

"Have you brought tribute incense?" they asked the few people.

The people faltered.

The Xianmen disciple said anxiously: "Didn't you tell me before you came, you can't bring these things with you, why don't you listen!"

"What's wrong with Gong Xiang?" Wu Xingxue helped the stumbling woman.

Disciple of Xianmen: "Didn't those people who were summoned all entrusted their dreams and asked their families to come to the Great Sad Valley to deliver offerings. Ordinary offerings are nothing more than food or incense, but the bad is here."

The disciple of Xianmen glanced at the woman with red eyes, and said hesitantly: "The people who have been summoned... There are eight out of ten, and nine times out of ten, it's bad luck. , that is very fierce."

The woman's eyes became redder, and her body shook.

It's one thing to know in your heart that bad luck is coming, but it's another thing to hear it so straightforwardly.She looked like she was about to lose her feet, and was supported by other companions, who patted her awkwardly to comfort her.

The disciple of Xianmen looked guilty, but he still bite the bullet and said: "The food or incense is used to offer to the real gods. If it becomes a murderous thing, the tribute is not worth it at all, what they want is a living person .You fooled them with tribute incense and snacks, didn't you make them angry? It's like when we are hungry and someone brings us some food, but it's not something we can eat. Doesn't that make us even hungrier?"

They were afraid that those people would be stubborn and would not understand, so they almost broke the explanation to them.

A few commoners gathered around the stone wall, listening honestly and even licking their lips in agreement.

Immortal disciple: "..."

They had an extremely headache: "Didn't you hear that? A few families were in a hurry to come to the Great Compassion Valley without asking for help from the fairy gate. There are some pieces of bloody clothing, and there are residues and severed limbs. You! Hey!"

A few people were silent, their faces were extremely ugly, and they seemed to be frightened.

Wu Xingxue sniffed the surroundings again, glanced at them, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "What have you brought? Take it out and let me see."

The people froze for a moment, touching their chests with their hands.

The disciple of Xianmen was shocked: "Don't! Don't! Young master, don't teach me!"

They turned and stared.

Wu Xingxue looked innocent, but she was very strange in her heart.

He said in his heart that I should be avoided by everyone like a snake and a scorpion. These children are very courageous, and they still stare at me?

But he quickly realized that these little disciples were still young. When he was nailed into the Canglang Northern Territory 25 years ago, they probably hadn't been born yet, so it was normal that they couldn't recognize each other.

"Although the young master's companions are all masters." Those young disciples glanced at Xiao Fuxuan, Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu, "But I'm afraid there are some things that are not so clear——"

Hearing this, Wu Xingxue felt a lot more balanced.

Look, Tianxiu Shangxian and the others didn't recognize it either.Probably because he didn't see the word "free" and took Xiao Fuxuan as some loose cultivator.

"I have brought this offering. It is better to hide it than to take it out." One of the young disciples has a straightforward personality, and he clasped his hands together and bowed to several common people: "Please, please cover it tightly and don't run around. Since the object has tasted the taste of living people's offerings, it can't go back. No one will deliver it to the door, and maybe it will come out to catch it by itself."

The few commoners swallowed, wrapped themselves in thick scarves, and nodded.

After the disciples of the immortal sect finished explaining, they took out the magic weapon of golden needles in their arms and started to test around.

One of the disciples held up a golden needle to probe the statue, and suddenly said "Hey" and asked, "Have you seen this statue? Why don't I recognize it? Who is this offering?"

The disciples of the Immortal Sect looked back one after another, and also became puzzled: "Yes, which immortal is this? I have never seen it before, do you recognize it?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you know how to recite fairy tales?"

"Then I don't know either."

A god statue that even the little disciples of the fairy sect don't know?That is indeed a bit strange.

Wu Xingxue raised his head.

The statue was shaken to the point that there were fine cracks, but it could still be seen that he was handsome, with a delicate and gentle temperament.He set up a white flag with one hand, and a green branch with the other. The long branches stretched upwards, and a flower bloomed from the top, just covering one eye of the god.

If such a statue has been seen, it should not be easily forgotten.But a few young disciples of Xianmen racked their brains and couldn't come up with an answer.

Not to mention the little disciples, even the doctors don't know each other.I saw him pinching the paper, frowning, looking like he was scratching his head, but he couldn't hold back a name for a long time.

Wu Xingxue became more and more curious.

He raised his hand to poke Xiao Fuxuan, pointed to the statue and said, "What about you? Do you recognize it?"

If you don't even know Xiao Fuxuan, it's really weird.

Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan knew him. He glanced at the statue and nodded.

"..."

Wu Xingxue waited for a while, but before nodding, she poked him again.

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice: "His name is Yun Hai, he was once a disciple of Ming Wu Hua Xin, and later he became a fairy."

Wu Xingxue felt even more strange: "There is no disciple of Huaxin? That should have some connection with the Hua family. After all, Huaxin is the ancestor of the Hua family. Why does Yi Wusheng look like he has never heard of it?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "Because he is no longer a fairy."

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't know what to think of, and fell silent after saying this sentence.After a long time, he looked at Wu Xingxue and said, "Because he is no longer a fairy, so the people in the world, the fairy sect, and even those who have a deep relationship with him no longer remember him."

Wu Xingxue said softly: "Is that so..."

He was silent for a while, then asked again: "Is this the rule set by your fairy capital?"

Xiao Fuxuan shook his head: "The rules of heaven."

Wu Xingxue asked again: "Then why did he end up like this?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "In the early years, I violated the imperial edict and was punished."

……

Yun Hai was Hua Xin's personal disciple back then, and the teacher-student relationship is profound.Once he ascended to immortality, he was in charge of funerals and funerals, which was one of the most lucrative errands.Later, because he made a mistake, the Lingtai took over the Tianzhao, and a transfer order moved him to another place.

That new place is none other than the Great Sad Valley.

At that time, the weather in the world was smooth, it was peaceful, and the fairy sect was at its peak. Demons and ghosts were not uncommon, but they were not a threat either.At that time, the Great Sad Valley did not have the evil things that happened later. It was between several big cities, and there were often cars and horses coming and going, but they all passed by in a hurry and would not stay.

It has no rumors and has never had any dangerous accidents.Therefore, no one will get off the horse on the way to go to the temple in the valley to offer incense, because there is nothing to ask for.

Everyone in the world knows that gods rely on incense to worship.If no one cares about it for a long time, then there is no need for this fairy to exist.

Therefore, Yun Hai fell back to the world less than a hundred years after becoming a fairy, and became an ordinary person.

But ten years after that, the days of peace in the world came to an end, wars broke out everywhere, disasters continued, and then evil spirits raged.The area around the Great Sad Valley was particularly noisy, so that there were groups of refugees nearby, and all the vehicles and horses passing by there were terrified.

Then someone finally remembered that there seemed to be a mountain temple in the Great Sad Valley.From then on, before entering the valley, people with horses and horses would pay their respects in the temple.

The temple is very small, with only incense tables and no statues of gods.But no one has ever been curious, because no one remembers the Great Sad Valley, and there was a god in charge.

Wu Xingxue listened to the general idea, and asked, "What happened to Yun Hai?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "...dead."

"How did you die?"

Xiao Fuxuan's expression was sarcasm for a moment: "He died in the Valley of Great Sadness, and was eaten up by evil spirits."

Wu Xingxue let out a soft "ah".

That's really too ironic, the god who used to be in charge of the Great Sad Valley died in the hands of the demons in the Great Sad Valley.After his death, the incense in the temple prospered, and it had nothing to do with him.

Wu Xingxue looked up at the statue again, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Since no one in the world remembers him, why is there still his statue here?"

Xiao Fuxuan said: "Back when Huaxin learned of his death, he disregarded the rules of the Lingtai and went down to the Great Sad Valley, slaughtering the demons in the valley. He dug this tomb at the bottom of the Great Sad Valley."

Ah, no wonder.

Wu Xingxue remembered Ning Huaishan's words, saying that the dusty tomb was sealed with fairy art, no wonder Xiao Fuxuan was able to open it.

"So you knew about this tomb before?" Wu Xingxue asked, "Then have you been here?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "Come here."

Wu Xingxue: "...to see this Yun Hai?"

Xiao Fuxuan was in a trance for a moment, and he didn't know what to recall. After a long time, he said: "In Xiandu, he is not the only one who was brought down to the world like this and did not die well. He is not the only one in this tomb. "