Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Those hanging upside down said: "A general."

"Young General."

"It is said that he died under the sacred tree."

"But why does the jade carving move?"

"Is it because of the two swords just now?"

"It should be..."

The people who were hanging upside down turned their heads to look at Xiao Fuxuan, who was out of the sword, with puzzled faces.

Only Wu Xingxue moved the finger hanging by his side when he heard the phrase "death under the sacred tree".It's strange, at that moment, he actually felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he had seen how that person "died under the sacred tree".

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to the jade carving.

The hanged people turned pale with fright and shouted in a hurry.

"That statue can't be touched!"

"That was carved by the sacred tree itself, and it cannot be desecrated..."

"Except for itself, anyone who touches it will have—"

Before the word "thing" came out, they all stopped in unison, falling into dazed doubts.

Because they saw Wu Xingxue holding the jade carving, but nothing happened.Only a long wind swept across the temple, as if something in the jade statue woke up for a moment.

Xiao Fuxuan grabbed Wu Xingxue's wrist, saw the other person's eyelashes tremble slightly, and asked, "What?"

After a long time, Wu Xingxue opened his mouth and said, "No."

It's nothing.

He just felt a wave of spiritual consciousness wrapping around his fingertips and melting into his body the moment he held the jade statue.

Just like a fragment he left in the jade statue, it has finally been found now.

The moment his spiritual consciousness melted into his fingertips, he remembered something.

About Shenmu, about Baijiang.

***

A long time ago, when there was no Lingtai, there was a towering giant tree in Luohuatai, which reached up to the sky and connected to the ground below.The reincarnation of life and death in the world is all on this giant tree——

Whenever a baby falls to the ground in the world, it will pull out a new green branch and give birth to a flower bud.Whenever someone dies physically and leaves the world, another flower will fall from the tree.

Ordinary people can't see it, only newborn or dying people can see it once by chance.

There used to be some people who narrowly escaped death and saved their lives by chance. After recovering, they always said that they had seen a sacred tree on the Luohuatai.Over time, there have been various rumors about Shenmu.

It is rumored that the Shenmu has a half-dead and half-glorious appearance-the flowers are in full bloom at the top of the canopy. From a distance, it looks like boundless clouds under the setting sun.But the bottom of the canopy and the depths of the branches are constantly falling flowers, no matter the spring or autumn, it never stops.

Those fallen petals can cover twelve miles of mountains, floating in the mountain streams, the water is reflected cherry red.Therefore, there is a grand scene in Luohuatai, which is famous all over the world but few people can see it. It is called "white water flows into the mountains, and red flows into the wild".

That grand scene is the life and death of mortals, representing the whole world.

The rumors spread more and more, so people built a temple on the Falling Flower Terrace to enshrine the giant tree that ordinary people can't see.

Things related to life and death are always very attractive. That temple was once one of the most lively places in the world. Too many people stepped through that threshold and made various visions there.

At first, those visions were mostly about life and death—prayers for new life, for recovery from a serious illness, for peace or a lifetime of happiness.

Later, it became more and more complicated.So that for a long time, people think that any tree has a different meaning.

It is rumored that Shenmu listened to too many sorrows, joys and prayers of mortals, and slowly gave birth to a human side.Gradually, there are more words and sentences in the rumors about Shenmu

——Those who have the chance to see the Shenmu said that they once saw a phantom on the lush branches of the Shenmu, as if someone was holding the branches, sitting among the flowers, looking down at the increasingly lively Luohuatai.

Because of the Shenmu, there are more and more houses built on the mountainside of Luohuatai. Many people from south to north will come here in March when all things grow, and gradually the prototype of the market will be formed.

But in the world, there is a truth that everyone dislikes, but it always becomes a prophecy, which is called "good times don't last long".

Even Shenmu couldn't escape this sentence.

At first, people who heard about Shenmu just prayed.Later, some people began to be greedy and have evil thoughts.

Since the Shenmu represents the reincarnation of life and death and the rolling forward years, then...if you can find a way to borrow a little bit of the power of the Shenmu?

Can it bring people back to life, can it bring back the years that were spent in vain?

This statement made too many people shake their hearts and salivate.Therefore, the existence of Shenmu is no longer the same as before, only blessing and stability.

Those all-inclusive methods caused a lot of trouble—some people died because of the god tree, and some people died because of the god tree...

These troubles have become karmic obstacles, entangled on the sacred tree.

Rumors say that it is precisely because Shenmu has turned into a human side and is entangled with these karmic obstacles, so it cannot escape the laws of the world-it is doomed.

In the year when the Shenmu was robbed, the world was not very good, and there was a lot of war.

At that time, there was no such thing as Langzhou and Mengdu, and there were scattered borders everywhere.

A small country in the southwest is gathered together, and it is the place where the flames of war are the most intense. There are often hundreds of miles of bare fields and corpses everywhere.Later, even ten-year-old boys entered the battlefield with cold swords and swords.

On the autumn evening of that year, when the moon was supposed to be full, a sad scene appeared in the southwest——

On one side was the Jiaming Field, which had no name at that time. The battle had just ended, and the remnants of the flames were burning in the vast wilderness. The smell of scorched flesh and the hissing and wailing of horses were scattered by the night wind for more than a hundred miles.

On the other side, the thunder rumbled on the Luohuatai, and the electric light fell from the nine heavens, like an impenetrable net, one by one splitting on the place where the sacred tree was.

That young man covered in blood was the one who walked towards Shenmu from the end of the mountain at that time...

He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, with a vague youthful appearance between his eyebrows and eyes, but he was covered by the fierce evil spirit all over his body.He had a long waist and legs, so he should be tall, but because of exhaustion of blood and injuries all over his body, he couldn't stand very straight.

At first glance, it was killed from the flames of war.

He had a long sword in one hand and a bloody cloth on his back.

When crossing the mountains, he staggered holding the sword, the bloody cloth moved, and two thin arms hung down, which were full of wounds and scars.Experienced people can tell from a distance - it is a thin child, already dead.

In those two years, on the edge of the battlefield, I could always meet such children. Their families were broken and no one was looking after them. They were either taken away or starved to death.

Even if you die from hunger, you will not be able to die. You will be divided and eaten by wild animals, evil things, or other extremely hungry people, and you will end up with no bones left. There are only a handful of people who die like this. .

When the young man walked under the sacred tree, it happened that there was a gap between the thunder, and the entire Falling Flower Terrace fell into a brief moment of peace.

Rumors say that ordinary people cannot see the sacred tree, so people who come to Luohuatai often go straight to the temple, and they don't really look up to find the invisible giant tree.

But the boy didn't go in the direction of the temple, he stood under the tree with his sword in his hand, swallowed the blood between his lips, and raised his head.

He has extremely handsome eyebrows and eyes, if he washes away his blood color and evil spirit, he should be a young man with a cold white jade and high spirits.Unfortunately, he no longer had that day.

Because after swallowing the blood, he whispered in a hoarse voice: "I saw you..."

According to legend, only the newborn or dying people can see the sacred tree.

When he saw it, it meant that he was about to die.

His eyes reflected the blue-black sky light, and he moved a little, as if he wanted to see the appearance of the whole sacred tree clearly, and see into the depths of the crown.After a while, he swallowed hard, lowered his gaze, and said in a low voice, "It's different from the one in the legend..."

The Shenmu that night was indeed different from the legends. It had withstood dozens of thunderstorms, and its body was covered with long ravines.There are not many flowers left on its branches, but the ground is covered with withered petals.It is not as cloudy as the clouds and clouds like the legend, nor does it reflect the color of the moon.

The young man's blood was almost exhausted, and it was not easy to make it to Luohuatai.

After lowering his eyes, he half knelt down along the sword.With the last of his strength, he dug up some soil at the bottom of the tree, and buried the bones of the child on his back into the soil.

It is often said among the people that if a person can be blessed by a sacred tree after death, the next life will be safe, joyful and long-lived.

He leveled the soil, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, turned over and sat down.He still held the sword in one hand, lowered his head, his thin eyelids slowly drooped, and narrowed into narrow lines.

Blood flowed down from his forehead, into the deep eye sockets, and then into the eyes.

At that time, his consciousness had already begun to become chaotic, and there was only blood in front of his eyes, and he couldn't see or hear clearly.So, when he vaguely heard a vague voice asking him: "Who is the buried person?", he just blinked slowly and did not speak.

He chuckled lightly at himself, feeling that he had seen the hallucinations before he died.But he still moved his lips, and said in a barely audible breath, "I picked it up..."

A child who had nothing to do with him, just instinctively grabbed him with the last bit of strength when he passed by.

It should be the fear of dying, or the pain of being shared and eaten after death.

It took him a long time to answer the question before he suddenly remembered that the voice of the question came inexplicably.

It is mentioned in the legend that the god tree has turned into a human side, and someone once saw an illusory shadow in the canopy of the tree.

The boy's hand holding the sword clenched a little more, he gasped and swallowed the smell of blood surging in his throat, his Adam's apple slipped several times.He wanted to open his eyes to see if there was really such a person in the canopy, but he couldn't blink the blood away, so he couldn't see anything clearly.

He only felt that the fuzzy voice was also a little weak, and seemed to be in pain, almost the same as him.

He remembered the Xuanlei lightning he had seen before, and understood a little.

If the Shenmu can really transform people, those long ravines falling on the body should also be very painful.No wonder... the voice is so soft.

He was thinking in his heart, but the sacred tree seemed to be able to hear it, rustling a few times.

It is also possible that the rustling sound is still just a phantom before death.

When he was thinking this way, the sky suddenly brightened, and the last few thunderbolts fell from the Nine Heavens, aiming at the roots of the Shenmu.The boy blinked in the lightning, blood drops fell to the ground along the eyelashes.

Does it hurt?

I'm going to die too...

he thought.

The moment the blood color soaked into the soil, the young man suddenly stretched out his long sword and blocked the thunder on his body with his shoulders.

At the last moment of this life, what flashed through his mind was the dead bodies that could not be seen for hundreds of miles in the wilderness, and the appearance of the withered petals of the sacred tree on the ground. He thought: Open your eyes in the next life, I can see you blooming...

Ever since Shenmu was born, all he heard were prayers.Everyone wants something, and always hopes to be sheltered by it.

This is the first time, and the only time, that someone sheltered it with a mortal body.

And the boy closed his eyes for a long time, and could not open them again.

So I couldn't see that after his death, the phantom among the tall tree crowns slowly condensed into a real human body.

***

After a long time, people still couldn't see the Shenmu, but they found a pair of skeletons where the Shenmu was located. There was a military badge on the waist of the skeleton.

It was rumored that it was a general who died under a tree. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was not as weak as the crown.

After his death, the place where the blood flowed was full of jade essence, and the bright cold white surrounded the whole tree.

The temple dedicated to the sacred tree also suddenly had a jade carving on a certain day, which was a handsome and cold boy leaning against a towering giant tree.

People were amazed and didn't know where the jade carving that appeared out of thin air came from.Later, someone said that the night before the jade carving appeared, a figure in plain clothes seemed to have entered the temple, and then disappeared as quietly as a cloud.

So people said that the figure was the man transformed by the sacred tree, and the jade sculpture was carved by him himself, for the very young general who died under the tree.

Now that I think about it, those legends are almost inseparable. There is only one thing that even the legends have never known.

Only those who hand-carve jade statues know best...

Wu Xingxue remembered that when he carved the jade statue back then, he injected a touch of his spirit into it, and also injected a drop of the man's blood——

In this way, if that person reincarnates and returns to the human world, if he is destined to come to this temple again, if the spirit and blood in the jade statue smell a familiar soul... the towering jade tree that the boy leaned on will recognize him. come out.

He was born in Shenmu, and since his birth, the only words he heard that had nothing to do with prayer came from that person: "Does it hurt, I'm going to die too. When I open my eyes in the next life, I can see you blooming." "

At that time, he did not expect that the sacred tree would be sealed later, and it would be detained in such a forbidden place together with the temple.He also didn't expect that when the young general lived in another life, he would be summoned to become a fairy at a young age because of his connection with the Shenmu back then, and he would be given the word "avoidance" by heaven.

When he was on the high white jade steps in Xiandu, when he saw Xiao Fuxuan walking up with a long sword for the first time, and smelled the familiar spirit scent, he felt a little bit of regret in his heart.

It's not that he regrets that the reincarnated person will not have past life memories, but that the other party can't see the white jade statue, which hides a little thank you gift from him.

Xiao Fuxuan never knew about that thought, and he himself had forgotten it for more than 20 years.I didn't expect that at this moment, because of such a chance and a ray of spiritual knowledge, I would think of this fragment.

It never occurred to them that they were actually standing in this temple again.

So... when Xiao Fuxuan's two sword intents of forgiveness swept across the entire temple, the jade tree that hid the gift of gratitude recognized the soul and burst into buds.

It was a tree full of flowers blooming only for him.