Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

"Ah ah ah..."

The soul of the shopkeeper let out a weak cry, half mournful and half mournful, and he kept repeating: "I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

At first it was shouting like catharsis, then gradually weakened, and finally turned into a mutter.

It's like a person who fell asleep because of a heavy illness, struggling to wake up for a short while, and then fell into sleepiness uncontrollably.He could no longer cry out, and began to whimper and cry.

The other hanged people turned to him.

Originally, they were still whispering, but when there was some movement, they agreed with each other and talked non-stop.But at this moment, they fell into an eerie silence.

They looked at the shopkeeper in silence, obviously the flesh at the corner of the mouth was pulled to the cheekbones, but because of the upside down, they looked extremely sad.

"Why is he crying..." Someone asked softly.

These words were like dripping water into boiling oil, and the spirits that were suspended were shaken and exploded with a buzzing sound.

Countless cries sounded, all pouring into Wu Xingxue's ears.He suddenly felt that the wind and smoke here was really choking, and the choking made his internal organs completely cold, and a sense of disgust for no reason came to his heart.

Wu Xingxue thought in that disgust: I am so cold without memory, what if I have memory?I don't know what I thought when I knew these things back then...

Clang——

A sword sound suddenly sounded, piercing Fengyan!

Wu Xingxue suddenly regained consciousness and looked up.

I saw Xiao Fuxuan's Fangzi sword swept across the top of the temple with a golden light.Even if you don't see the sword man's face, you can still feel the sharp and chilling coldness in the sword.

It is said that Tianxiu Shangxian punishes with one hand and pardons with the other.Since the people in Luohuashan City were trapped here innocently, Xiao Fuxuan's action should be able to give these people a relief.

Wu Xingxue thought so, and Xiao Fuxuan obviously thought the same way.

The pure golden light shook the entire forbidden area, and the smoke and dust floated in the sky, turning into a thick gray fog.It pierced through with unstoppable force, enveloping all souls under the golden light.Layers of golden characters flowed through the golden light, like sins of the secular world that had been eliminated.

The scene made those souls open their mouths in shock, and they couldn't care less about crying.For a moment, their straight eyes almost lit up with hope.

But the next moment, the light in their eyes dimmed again——

I saw the cold blade of the Fangzi sword sweeping across, but the densely packed slings that bound the soul were still swinging in the air, without any change.

Wu Xingxue turned her head in surprise, and saw Xiao Fuxuan also frowning tightly.

He raised his hand to catch the sword, and lowered his eyes to glance at the endless golden patterns on the sword.The next moment, he swept the sword back with his backhand.

This time the result was still the same - the blade went straight through the hanging ropes, as if they were just shadows of nothingness, and even the pardon of Tianxiu Shangxian could not have the slightest effect on them.

Those souls hanging upside down said nothing, staring blankly at the ropes on their bodies.They have just cried for a long time, but their eyes are not red, they still look cloudy, but there is a layer of fog.After a long time, the buzzing discussion sounded again——

"Look, let me just say, it can't be solved."

"Knew it."

"Forget it, there is no hope."

"But I feel so bad."

……

Xiao Fuxuan took the sword again, and Zhang shook his fingers, with a look of annoyance in his brows and eyes.He fell silent, as if he was thinking about why these people couldn't be forgiven.

"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue called out to the other party.

It's strange that the feeling of coldness in the heart and lungs before is actually better at this moment.He thought about it, maybe it was because of the existence of this person beside him.Because Xiao Fuxuan drew the sword before him, before he realized that he couldn't do anything except killing moves, he wanted to give these souls a relief.

It's just a pity that it didn't work out.

"Is it because of the illusion?" Wu Xingxue pondered, "Is it because we entered this forbidden place from the illusion, so we can only watch and can't do anything else?"

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes: "Are you comforting me?"

Wu Xingxue did have this in mind, but he didn't force his words to comfort him. In fact, he never understood what the so-called "landscape is an illusion, and scenery is real scenery" really means?They saw Luohuashan City in the past, and then?Can anything be changed?

If it can't be changed and can't have any influence, then why can he talk to the innkeeper and Xiaoer, and threaten Feng's family?It was as if he had really returned to Luohuashan City hundreds of years ago.

But if it can be changed...

Is this illusion really just an illusion?

"When I first entered the mountain city, I thought it was just an illusion, but now I have some doubts." Xiao Fuxuan frowned and paused, still not fond of talking about doubts and guesses, and said: "Even if it is an illusion, a sword shot shouldn't be an illusion." This result."

"What should it be?" Wu Xingxue asked.

"If you can't bear it, the illusion will break. If you can bear it, the illusion will change. In short, it shouldn't be like this." Xiao Fuxuan didn't continue to speak, but his gloomy face was thoughtful.

Wu Xingxue looked at the handsome face with a bad expression, and felt that there were two big characters "unless" written on it.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Unless what?"

"Unless—" Xiao Fuxuan realized that he had been tricked again after making a sound: "..."

He pursed his lips, and looked at Wu Xingxue with dark eyes.

For some reason, Wu Xingxue saw a trace of other emotions in that gaze, as if he had thought of the reason, but didn't really want to say it.

After a while, Xiao Fuxuan turned his eyes back and stopped looking at Wu Xingxue's eyes: "The pardon doesn't work, there is only one reason."

Wu Xingxue: "What?"

Xiao Fuxuan frowned slightly, and said, "I am in this karma."

The temple fell silent again.

"I don't understand." After a while, Wu Xingxue asked, "How did you get involved in this karma?"

Xiao Fuxuan spoke slowly: "There is a sacred tree in Luohuatai, and the sacred tree was sealed for some reason, and this place became a forbidden place, making these spirits trapped here become bound. All of these are mutual causes and effects, and I..."

His voice froze for a moment, his brows were still tightly frowned, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm in one of the rings, so I can't forgive them."

After speaking for a long time, he raised his eyes again.

Wu Xingxue looked into his eyes without turning, and saw a trace of hesitation and confusion from the bottom of his eyes, and felt relieved suddenly.

It wasn't until then that he realized that he had just tensed up.Because he knows that being involved in this karma is not a good thing.

Who would be involved?

Apart from the people who are closely related to the Shenmu itself, I am afraid that there are only people who have banned this place, or those who have locked these souls here...

Wu Xingxue suddenly understood a little bit, the reason why he tried to change Xiao Fuxuan's memory back then should have something to do with this so-called cause and effect.

Xiao Fuxuan obviously thought of this too. He looked at Wu Xingxue, but only said "I..." and fell silent.

"It can't be those causes and effects." Wu Xingxue said suddenly.

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids, because his backlight was facing the candlelight of the temple, his eyes looked darker and deeper.He is always cold, and occasionally shows a bit of arrogance, those sharp edges seem to be born with him, no matter how he hides his edge, there will always be some edges and corners in the corners of his eyes and brows.

But at this moment, there were too many meanings in the eyes he looked at Wu Xingxue, except that there was nothing thorny in the slightest.

Wu Xingxue said softly: "It can't be the cause and effect of the blaming master."

"Why?" Xiao Fuxuan looked at him intently.

Wu Xingxue's lips moved.

"...Why are you so sure." Xiao Fuxuan asked again.

The Immortal Tianxiu has always kept his words to himself and never believed in conjectures. Even if the question fell on him, even if he didn't want himself to have anything to do with some answers, he would never categorically clear himself up.

Everyone in Xiandu knows that Tianxiu Shangxian never favors others, including himself.He can tolerate any suspicion, as calm as if the person being speculated is not himself.

This also seems to be innate, as if he was born to be like this, otherwise how could he be called to be the person in charge of pardon.

But at times like this, he would always find that he cared a lot about someone's unreasonable belief.It is not the result of detailed analysis like others, nor is it the answer of careful deduction, but a belief that belongs to that person alone, without explanation and without much thinking.

He asked twice, and Wu Xingxue said, "I don't know, I just think so. Am I not the devil, the devil never makes sense."

At that moment, the years they had not seen each other were like the misty wind and smoke in the forbidden area, floating and falling, a little choking, but it seemed to be blown away by the wind, and it was not so like a moat. .

***

"Ah!" Someone suddenly screamed, and then gasped.

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzz of discussion.

"how come?"

"The idol has obviously not moved for a long time."

"This……"

Idol?

Wu Xingxue was puzzled and turned her head to look.

Seeing that the god statue with the word "Bai Jiang" on the altar of the temple had really changed, the boy was still leaning against the tree, and the sword in his hand hadn't moved at all.What moved was the jade carved sacred tree behind him, and there were some small particles growing on the top of the sacred tree that had only branches for some reason.

Wu Xingxue leaned over to take a closer look, and found that it was a bunch of flower buds wrapped in leaf buds, countless times, as if it covered the branches in just an instant.

"Who carved this statue, is it actually alive?" Wu Xingxue muttered.

He didn't expect to hear an answer at first, but the souls imprisoned here actually spoke: "Shenmu himself..."

Wu Xingxue was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Xiao Fuxuan.

"Shenmu himself?" Wu Xingxue asked in surprise, "Shenmu can turn into a human?"

The spirits shook their heads again and said in a hurry: "I don't know."

"It doesn't seem to be a human being either."

"Just heard."

"It's in the legend."

Wu Xingxue pointed to the jade carving boy again and asked, "Is this the person transformed by the Shenmu?"

The souls shook their heads again and said, "No."

"Who is that?" Wu Xingxue asked.