Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The last time Wu Xingxue stood under the sacred tree like this was too long ago.

That was the year when the sacred wood canopy was at its peak, and it was the time when it was most deeply and complicatedly involved with the human world——

In the past, there were always people who tried to use the power of the Shenmu to "return the dead" or "return the past and start over".

The legend is like a fire under the paper, hazy and vague at first.Then one day, it suddenly burnt onto the paper, burning into pieces in an instant.

So that year, this saying spread all over the world overnight.

Too many people came here attracted by the name, using other things as a cover, or using high-sounding reasons, and using a myriad of ways to use the power of the divine tree to fulfill their wishes in order to achieve some goals.

And different people's minds are sometimes completely contradictory.

In the same capital, some people expect it to prosper for a long time, while others expect it to perish soon.For the same person, some people hate him to death, while others look forward to his life.For the same event, what people think and feel when cause and effect are connected often runs counter to each other.

When these collide together, it is easy to cause chaos, and they are self-defeating when they are stacked on top of each other. In the end, no one is better off...

As a result, many of them began to feel remorse again, and tried every means to go back to the past, trying in vain to cut off some annoying connections or change their destiny.

In this way, it will be even worse——

Cause and effect are born under cause and effect, and there is a human world outside the human world.

It's like a straight and clean long branch suddenly covered with twigs. If those twigs grow well, it's fine, but they criss-cross and intertwine with each other...

The story of "ghost boy" has been circulated in the area of ​​Jiamingzhiye.

It is said that a pair of brothers and teenagers are lonely and mourning, and they are both lost in the exam, and they depend on each other for a living.Later, he wandered to the capital city of a small country in the south. While struggling to survive, he often picked up broken pages to read and learn books, and was taken in by chance.After they became adults, they both worshiped and entered the national government. After half their lives, they finally settled down, and they never suffered any wind and rain until their old age.

This should have been a flat but safe story, nothing to spread.

Unfortunately, something happened later...

A monk went astray, and before his tragic death, he was unwilling to reconcile, so he risked everything to set up a battle, and borrowed the power of the god tree to go back decades ago and start over from scratch.

This encounter was like throwing a stone into a flat lake, disturbing the water in the pond, so that a few chaotic lines appeared in the good world.

As a result, innocent people suffered catastrophe and their fates were completely changed, among them were the pair of brothers.

They failed to step into the gate of the capital city alive, and died less than a mile away from the gate of the capital city.

When he died, he was still young, small in stature, thin in clothes, skinny from hunger, and didn't even have shoes.They died behind a ruined wall. Perhaps they couldn't walk any longer. At night, they used the broken wall to block the wind and wanted to sleep.The older one also protected his younger brother inside.

However...he fell asleep and never got up again.

So that small country lost two young foreign visitors, and no one would tell the good story of both of them entering the country.

But in that wilderness, there are two more ignorant souls.

The older one carried the younger one on his back, walking the same distance back and forth, but he couldn't get into the capital.

Some people ran into those two little ghosts, and most of them ran away in fright.But there was also a kind person who felt sorry for them and tried to save them, but failed.

Because they didn't deserve to die...

***

There are many people like that monk, and there are also many people like this "ghost boy".

If a person's heart is unwilling to start over, so many chaotic lines can arise.Not to mention hundreds of people, thousands of people...

The longer the Shenmu exists, the more chaotic the world will be, and the more upside-down and messy lines will be.

So it came to an end when the canopy was at its peak.

Legend has it that the sacred tree is connected to the sky above and to the earth below, representing the cycle of life and death. Later, after listening to the joys and sorrows and prayers of mortals, it gradually gave birth to a human side.

So in that year, the reincarnation of life and death peeled off the sacred tree and returned to the way of heaven.The part that transformed into a human was given the word "Zhao" by heaven, and became the earliest immortal.

The last thing he did before becoming the Spirit King was to seal the Shenmu.

So the members of the Feng family were right, the forbidden land was indeed left by him in the first place.

That day he stood on the falling flower stage, leaning on the branches with his arms folded as before, looking down at the mortals coming and going on the mountain road.

He heard those guys and waiters yelling in low tunes, each word can change several notes, like a ditty in the market.

Those hot fireworks rose and filled the air, turning into a white mist in the mountains.

He kept watching, and the towering giant tree stood quietly behind him, like a tall shadow.

Until the mist lingers around the mountains, the mountain road can no longer be seen clearly.He finally muttered: "The excitement in this world is beautiful, but it's a pity..."

It's a pity I can't watch it more often in the future.

He turned around and looked up at the cloud-like crown of the sacred tree.Standing in Luomile, which is scattered all over the mountain, he can feel that the Shenshu is constantly blooming new flowers, and constantly withering and falling away.

He can feel every branch, every flower, every life and death, so he has some regrets.

He broke a long branch and drew it on the spot, rowed the sacred tree and the temple where it was enshrined, and then fell down one by one.

Wind, frost, thunder and fire, swords and swords.

Every time a burst falls, the Shenmu will tremble for a while, as if there are huge invisible chains bound to the branches.It starts to turn gray from the branches—that's the look of withering.

And every time the Shenmu was wounded, every time there was an additional chain, Wu Xingxue could perceive it, just like he could perceive the blooming and fading of flowers.When the sacred tree withered, he also reacted...

This kind of reaction falls on people, which is called the decline of all five senses.

He couldn't see clearly, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, as if he was in the boundless loneliness.

That ban took a long time, longer than he thought.Because during the ban, as long as the sacred tree showed a withered appearance, the white jade essence everywhere would cover the trunk.

At that time, Wu Xingxue would recover a little bit, and could vaguely see the pure white jade color.And he could always vaguely hear the young general's voice in the jade color, a very vague sentence——

Ask him, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Xingxue listened, but kept silent.

Because he knew in his heart that he didn't actually hear it, but when he saw Bai Yujing, he suddenly remembered what the young general asked under the tree many years ago.

An old saying, but inexplicably became the only clear existence in that boundless darkness.

He heard it over and over many times, and at some point in the end, the other party's voice sounded again: "It hurts?"

He was silent for a long time, and finally replied: "It's not bad, it's far worse than the catastrophe, just scratch your feet."

After all, the five senses are declining, and the real pain cannot be felt. He just feels uncomfortable subconsciously, which is an illusion.

It was already the third day when he put down the last restriction and truly concealed the Shenmu.

When the sacred tree withered, the white jade essence had already covered the branches, and even wrapped the long branches broken off by Wu Xingxue.

Unfortunately, Wu Xingxue did not see this scene.

***

After the ban was completed, the blood connection between Wu Xingxue and Shenmu was completely broken. He no longer felt the same as Shenmu, but the influence of the ban on him still remained——

For an extremely long period of time, he was in a state of loss of all five senses.

He is the earliest immortal in Xiandu.

Because he was transformed from a sacred tree, he has experienced the cycle of life and death, and he is the spirit of inheriting the sky, so he was named the Spirit King.

And because he once overlooked the human world for a hundred years from the Luohua Terrace, he likes places with a lot of people talking, and his nature prefers to be lively.

The King Ling, who prefers to be lively, sat alone in the dark silence for three years, for three seasons.

On the day when the five senses recovered, it coincided with March in the world, when the apricot blossoms were in full bloom, and the warmth and warmth filled the fairyland with the clouds.

When Wu Xingxue opened his eyes, he saw the petals slanted down and a small piece had accumulated on the window sill, and his mood suddenly improved.

He glanced at the empty door, and thought about naming this place.But the spring was just right by the window, he propped his legs up and leaned on it, lazy and didn't want to stay on the bed.

He glanced around the room, looking for something handy, and saw a long branch by the couch.

It was folded by him when he was marking the ground for the Shenmu, but he did remember it.But the long branch has changed its appearance, covered with a layer of cold white jade.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a long time, and finally realized what was going on.

He laughed dumbfounded and picked it up.

The jade-colored long branch drew a beautiful arc in his hand, turning into a long sword with flowing aura.

……

That day, all the angels passing by saw that scene.

The window lattice of Yuyao Palace is wide, with gauze curtains like mist floating.King Ling stepped on the piles of fallen flowers on the window sill, lifted the curtain and flew out to the eaves.

He landed firmly on the corner of the eaves, turned the long sword in his hand, and with a smile on his face, he carved three words on the forehead of Yao Palace——

Sit in the spring breeze.

When he retracted the sword, a ray of spring breeze swept the fallen flowers by the window, and rushed all over his body.

Later, the fairy envoys mentioned it again, saying that it was a glimpse.

***

During the three years when King Ling sat in meditation, Xiandu already had a look of prosperity.The Tao of Heaven gave birth to the Lingtai, and the monks in the world ascended one after another. At that time, five immortals were already in place among the twelve immortals of the Lingtai.

The prayers and offerings made to the sacred tree slowly dissipated as the sacred tree was sealed, and now fell to the immortals of the Lingtai.

The immortals in Lingtai are in different positions and perform their own duties.And once those complicated prayers were dispersed, they appeared to be somewhat orderly.

But that only limited to the immortals in Lingtai. For Wu Xingxue, this world has never been orderly.

Later, people in Xiandu would always be curious--Tianxiu gave the punishment and amnesty, and the other immortals also have their own duties to bless the world.Only Ling Wang, no one knows what he is in charge of.

There was someone who was so curious and admiring that he tried to follow King Ling quietly into the world.I wanted to see what he was doing when he was not in Xiandu.

But they never found anything, because every time they followed the human world, they would always watch the Spirit King disappear suddenly, without any trace or sign.

That's not a common concealment technique.As immortals, if they used the concealment technique, they would be able to see it more or less.But apart from stealth, they couldn't think of any other answer.

It was always a mystery, and it was destined to be a mystery.

Because Tianzhao always falls directly into the hands of King Ling, and the secrets of heaven are never leaked.So the only one who really knows the answer is the Spirit King himself.

Only Wu Xingxue knows what he is going to do every time he accepts Tianzhao and descends into the world...

He was there to cut the threads.

Those who tried to "start over" forcibly pulled everything back to the past and changed their lives, so that chaos was rampant, like a long branch suddenly branching out into several thin branches, and intertwined with each other.

As a result, people who shouldn't die die, people who don't deserve to live live, life and death are disorderly, and the times are reversed.

And Ling Wang is the one who cuts off the side branches.

He put the disordered life and death back in place, and corrected the reversed time sequence.Pull back the undeserving, kill the undeserving.

All the immortals in the sky are mostly compassionate and gentle, and what they do is either blessing or shelter.Even Tianxiu, what he slashes and falls under the sword are all evil spirits.

Only Ling Wang has killed people.