Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

In the spring of the second year after the white jade statue was put into the temple, the flames of war were temporarily extinguished, and Luohuatai had a real mountain market for the first time.

Because the sacred trees are always half dead and half prosperous, with canopy like clouds, and there is no flowering period of ordinary plants.People who have seen Shenmu say that the flowers covering the branches are a bit like red apricots in the world.

At that time, there was a mountain beside the Dongjiang River, which is where Mengdu was later located, called Tingshan Mountain, where the apricot blossom forest stretched for ten miles, and it bloomed the most in March every year.

So people set a flowering period for Shenmu based on the apricot blossoms in Tingshan, and chose the memorable day of the third day of March as the beginning of the mountain city.

Wu Xingxue watched the first scene in the world when the lights were turned on in Luohuashan City.

He leaned against the sacred tree with a hidden figure, looking down at the winding mountain road, which began to become brighter in the evening, a string of lanterns followed by a string of lanterns, one handful of candles followed by another, all the way to the end of the mountains , almost to the horizon.

He vaguely remembered how he felt at that time...

Seeing the busy pedestrians and the chattering voices in the mountain city, he felt comfortable and happy.

He was born here, and he is nostalgic for some reasons.He hoped that Luohuashan City would always be this lively, and that it would become more lively every year, and become an excellent place in the world where visitors from all over the world would gather, and its reputation would spread far and wide.

Because the more lively this place is, the more likely that young general will come here after his reincarnation...

He had been thinking about this thought for so long that it had almost become a habit.

Even if the sacred tree was sealed and the temple was no longer, he did not get rid of this old habit.

He never told anyone the original reason.As long as Luohuashan City is mentioned, he will always say: "It's a very interesting place, very lively."

To this day, Wu Xingxue held the jade carving and looked at the people around her, and called out to the other party in a daze for a long time: "Xiao Fuxuan."

Xiao Fuxuan was still holding his wrist, his eyes fell on the jade-colored branches of the Shenmu, and he was lost in thought for a moment.Hearing this, his eyes moved, and he looked at Wu Xingxue.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue did feel a little impulse——

He kind of hoped that the other party would remember what happened back then, and what he said under the sacred tree on that mysterious autumn night.In this way, he can point to the flowers all over the tree and ask for credit with a smile, saying: Xiao Fuxuan, the flowers you want to see.

But that night was actually very painful for the other party.

How many people did he hurt in the flames of war, and by how many people?His capital, family, and colleagues may have all disappeared in those long nights full of wind and smoke. How many dead souls were there in the wilderness he passed through when he walked towards Shenmu, which ones respected him, and some hated him.

And when the thunder strikes the bones and the body dies, will there be a moment of reluctance and loneliness...

As long as I think of these, those faint impulses will disappear.

Don't even think about it.

Wu Xingxue thought to herself.

So he opened his mouth, smiled dumbly, and finally said calmly: "Look, the flowers of the Shenmu."

After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and stopped looking at Xiao Fuxuan, so as not to be aware of the fleeting regret.

Unexpectedly, just as he turned his eyes and was about to lean over to put the jade carving down, he heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice: "Wu Xingxue."

"Is the Shenmu you?" He said.

Wu Xingxue paused.

Xiao Fuxuan said: "They said that the jade carvings cannot be touched, except for Shenmu himself."

Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.

"You also said that you were born in Luohuatai."

Wu Xingxue still didn't say anything, just looked at him like that.

"I..." Xiao Fuxuan paused for a moment, glanced at the young man leaning on the tree on the jade carving and then turned back: "Is that the white general?"

Afraid that Xiao Fuxuan would remember something, Wu Xingxue stared into the other person's eyes for a while, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart - it should be just a guess, not a memory.

Reassuring, he opened his mouth and answered: "They talk in a confused way, vaguely, and they can't take it all seriously. But why do you ask me, I should be the most confused one here."

Xiao Fuxuan looked down at him, and said after a while: "You are not happy, you seem to have remembered something."

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

After a while, he saw Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and touched his face with the crook of his finger, and asked gently, "Why did it bloom?"

……

The majestic devil suddenly fell silent.

At that moment, whether it was regret or pity, all the feelings disappeared in a flash.It was another thought that flashed past without beginning or end - I am afraid that the presence of the immortals in the sky is not a disaster.

Wu Xingxue was about to open his mouth to answer him when he suddenly heard a commotion.

He and Xiao Fuxuan were taken aback at the same time, turned their heads to look where the restlessness came from, and saw those hanged upside down people with their noses raised, as if they were smelling something.The direction they rushed was not elsewhere, but the jade carving.

As a result, Wu Xingxue sniffed lightly a few times.

There is indeed a smell in this temple, like... the smell of blood.

He was a little puzzled at first, but when he glanced over the jade carving, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Fuxuan's previous life's blood had been injected into the jade carving.Just now the jade carving suddenly woke up, and the smell of blood slowly came out.

The soul has always been sensitive, and it is not unusual to smell it.

What's weird is their reaction to smelling that blood...

I saw those hanging upside down people raised their noses and showed confused expressions, as if they were trying to remember something, but they couldn't remember it immediately.But the grunts spread like a tide.

"This taste..."

"I seem to have smelled blood somewhere."

"Yeah, very familiar."

"Me too, I also feel a little familiar."

"But... where did you smell it?"

……

They kept discussing, the movement of inhaling became more and more obvious, and their appearance also revealed a bit strange.

"What's wrong with them?" Wu Xingxue was puzzled, but he felt something was wrong.

The blood came from Xiao Fuxuan from the previous life, and these hanged people all came from Luohuashan City.The Luohua Mountain City only existed after the death of the white general. No matter what year these people fell in the Mountain City, they shouldn't have any reaction to the smell of blood, and they shouldn't feel "somewhat familiar".

But he suddenly remembered a sentence that Xiao Fuxuan said before: Mortals use their souls to cycle through life and death.

Those who live in Luohuashan City are their physical bodies in this life, and their physical bodies return to the first life, so it is naturally impossible to have any relationship with Xiao Fuxuan from the previous life.But it is different here, these hanged people are souls, and the souls will not change no matter how many lives they reincarnate, and they will always be the same as before.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue's face tightened.

Xiao Fuxuan suddenly said, "Is the blood in the jade carving yours?"

Wu Xingxue subconsciously said, "No."

After answering, he let out a "tsk", a little annoyed.

Doesn't this admit in disguise that he remembered something?

But the current situation is not very good, Xiao Fuxuan didn't say much, just glanced at him, and then said: "That's good."

Wu Xingxue was taken aback: "Why do you say that?"

Xiao Fuxuan said: "What can be remembered by Lingpo is definitely not a good thing."

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to ask, she heard Xiao Fuxuan say again: "Ordinary people don't have the memory of their previous life after death, and the same is true for the stripped soul. If there are still some impressions left, it must be a very deep thing. "

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "It's probably inseparable from death."

Wu Xingxue could understand what he meant without further explanation.

It is very easy to understand—for the dead, the moment of death is always the most memorable.That is the last moment, and it is often the most painful moment, and the pain lasts longer than the joy.

Because these souls hanging upside down are separated from life, it is very normal to remember things in this life.If you remember what happened before, I'm afraid... it really only has something to do with "death".

In other words...

Is it the blood of Xiao Fuxuan's previous life, which is related to the death of these hanged people in a certain life?

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue felt a chill rushing over his head.

The moment this thought flashed, he suddenly heard the familiar sword cry.

From the corner of my eye, Xiao Fuxuan's figure flashed by.

He raised his eyes abruptly, and saw that the sword tip of Tianxiu Shangxian had reached the forehead of a nearby hanged man.

I heard Xiao Fuxuan say in a low voice: "Offended."

The eyeballs of the hanged man shrank suddenly, and at the moment when the sword tip touched the top, he let out a mournful scream, and the whistling sound went straight to the sky, and Wu Xingxue's brain trembled when he heard it.

Since it is an impression related to "death", it must be most likely to be aroused when death is approaching again.The hanged man opened his eyes wide amidst the lingering sounds of swords and screams, and exclaimed, "I remember the smell of blood!"

"I remembered..."

Xiao Fuxuan's move was not a real "examination", but it was similar to "examination".

The next moment, the fragmented picture flashed quickly——

It was a wilderness with no sky, mixed with the neighing of horses and the screams of killing.

The moment Wu Xingxue saw that picture, he understood that it was a battlefield...

It was the white general who once walked through the battlefield, and the reason why the hanged man felt the smell of blood seemed familiar, because he was on that battlefield in that life, facing the white general, and died under the long sword.

At the last moment before his death, what he smelled was the smell of blood all over Bai Jiang's body.

……

The screaming sound still lingered in the temple, Wu Xingxue hurriedly raised his eyes, and looked at Xiao Fuxuan through the dissipated scene.

Those fragmentary pictures aroused the memories of other hanged people, so similar words fell down one by one, and the voice of the tide flooded towards Xiao Fuxuan——

"I remembered..."

"I remembered too."

"It's you."

"You killed me."

……

Wu Xingxue had a flash of doubt before, why these people were selected for the ban on the sacred tree, and why he would use the soul of a mortal to suppress a towering sacred tree.If cause and effect are to be involved, these people have no causal connection with Shenmu, so why are they the only ones.

At this moment, he suddenly understood——

Xiao Fuxuan in the previous life gave the Shenmu shelter before his death, and he is the person most deeply involved with the Shenmu.And he was once a young general, walking through the flames of war, with dead souls on the bottom of his sword.

Someone... specially found those who died in the previous life on the battlefield or by the general's sword, gathered them little by little in Luohuashan City, and finally took their souls and detained them here.

Taking advantage of the karma between them and Xiao Fuxuan, which is full of "killing obstacles", to seal the sacred tree that Xiao Fuxuan had protected.

No wonder!

No wonder Xiao Fuxuan's pardon could not free these souls.With that kind of cause and effect lying ahead, how could they be freed.If you want to move by force, you have to move on Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue's expression turned cold instantly.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan's usually handsome and cold face showing a momentary emptiness very rarely.Seeing Tianxiu, who was as bright as white jade, put away his sword, holding the hilt, silently looked at those trapped souls...

Wu Xingxue's heart was pierced by something delicate.