Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

When the twelve little boys heard the word "being a guest", they instantly came to life——

Good to be a guest!

Being a guest means not sending them away!

In view of the hands and feet of a certain adult, these little things are actually a little bit more alive than living people.It can be said to be the essence of an actor.

Seeing that they were still covered by dark clouds one moment, they were laughing until their eyes narrowed the next moment.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't pay attention, and the twelve little boys disappeared without a trace.

Looking up again, they were already lined up on both sides of the gate of Chunfeng, six on each side, neatly, folded their hands and bowed in a milky voice: "My lord, please—"

Xiao Fuxuan: "..."

Wu Xingxue silently turned her face away, feeling that her hands and feet might have gone too far.

His own two little boys were even more stunned, and looked up for a while and said: "My lord, this is—"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xingxue moved his fingers behind his back.

The two little things obviously wanted to say, "This is what you called 'lively and capable of acting'?", but the voice came out of their mouths and changed into "This is the boy from Master Tianxiu's family? Wow!"

Little boy: "..."

They lowered their heads and touched their mouths, feeling that the door was broken.

Wu Xingxue glanced at them and your head, and said to herself that these two little ones, among other things, the seller is really unique.

And they're all sold in front of the same person...

What if you change someone?

Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan's attention was all on the twelve children lined up, and he didn't seem to notice the small movements here at all.

Wu Xingxue was instantly relieved.

The twelve little boys bowed and bowed for a long time, but they didn't see their master move, they raised their heads in wonder, "My lord?"

As a result, when he looked up, he saw the numb face of their adults.

The little boy went back silently, leaving Tianxiu with two rows of chirping heads.

Wu Xingxue completely forgot that she was the culprit, watching the excitement with smiles all over her eyes.

He said to Xiao Fuxuan: "If you don't come in again, be careful they will perform for you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of his nose, and Xiao Fuxuan was already standing in the courtyard where the spring breeze was sitting.

Wu Xingxue closed the door with a smile, and strode into the room.

Xiao Fuxuan walked beside him, dropping half of his shoulders.

With just a few steps away, Wu Xingxue realized what everyone in Xiandu often said—even if Tianxiu Shangxian didn't say a word, his sense of presence was very obvious.

There is a long fog curtain hanging on the door, and the two little boys are very skilled now, so they ran over and pulled the fog curtain to both sides.

Lord Ling Wang finally talked about the etiquette of hospitality—turning sideways when entering the door to let the guests go first.

Unexpectedly, the guest paused when he raised the curtain, turned his head to look at it from a very close distance, opened his lips and asked: "These boys behind me are the handwriting of King Ling?"

His voice was very low, obviously he was asking a question, but his tone was downward, without the slightest questioning meaning, it seemed like a faint statement.

King Ling denied it flatly: "No."

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyebrows.

The King Ling said again, "What am I going to do with your boy?"

Xiao Fuxuan didn't move, looked at him for a long time before nodding his head.

"Oh, so." His voice fell low, and he had already entered the room.

For some reason, Wu Xingxue always felt that these three words had a lot of meaning.But looking at Tianxiu's face, he still had that cold and indifferent expression, he didn't look like he would do anything.

He must have thought too much.

After a while, he silently retracted this sentence.

It's not that he thinks too much, he thinks less...

Tianxiu Shangxian didn't come to be a guest, he just came to play with him——

He asked the little boy to come over with the flagon and filled Xiao Fuxuan's cup.The other party was very straightforward, took a cup and drank it down.Then he said softly to the little boy standing beside him: "Good wine, thank you."

Wu Xingxue was holding the cup, but before he realized what "thank you" meant, he saw the twelve little boys lined up obediently and actively, and Baba walked up to him...

The little boy in the front row came up with a big bow and clasped his hands together. If you give him three sticks of incense, that is the standard "respecting ancestors" in folk ancestral halls.

Wu Xingxue: "?"

The little boy bowed down and said, "King Xie Ling welcomes you!"

After thanking him, he ran away.

The little boy who followed him stepped forward, and it was another standard gift, blessed to the end: "King Xie Ling welcomes you!"

After the respect, he ran away again, and changed to the third one.

And then the fourth, the fifth...

Thank you twelve times in a row.

He hadn't even had half a sip of Lingwang wine yet, and he was drunk just by looking at it.

But this is just the beginning.

Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu, was indeed a man of few words, not too many words, and he was an elegant and quiet guest.But thanks to the blessings of these twelve boys, sitting in the spring breeze is not quiet for a moment.

The Twelve Boys were afraid that Master Tianxiu would not want them, so they were extraordinarily active that night, and at first they did not move at all.Later, Lingdu was saved, and he began to understand——

Clink glasses with Ling Wang, twelve in one touch.

After pouring wine for King Ling, twelve wine jugs waited respectfully beside him, filling up as soon as he finished drinking, and filling up as soon as he finished drinking.

The newly brewed jade spirit in the wine pool is a bit heavy, and it makes people drink a little hot, and twelve round fans are erected in an instant.

……

Wu Xingxue's two little boys had no room to intervene.They struggled a bit at first, trying to stop them.

However, two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone 24 hands.The two little ones gave up in the end, and stood aside with their sleeves covered, helping hand the flagon and the fan, very well-behaved.

When Wu Xingxue turned her head, what she saw was the two of them handing out the round fan, and she laughed angrily.

Under this smile, there is no need for hospitality.

He put the white jade cup on the table and said: "Xiao Fang!"

At that time, people in Xiandu called him "Tianxiu" when they mentioned him, which was a title.In person, he even added the word "Master", because no one would call him by his real "Xiao".

What's more, it's still this tone.

Normally, this should be regarded as "disrespectful".The Spirit King came from the sacred tree, he was born and raised, and he is used to wantonness, so he doesn't pay much attention to it.But Tianxiu is different...

Among the crowd, Tian Su is cold, handsome and sharp, and never gets close to others, so he probably doesn't like "disrespect".

But when he heard the "Xiao Fang", he still raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.He slipped his Adam's apple, swallowed the wine, then turned his eyes to look at Wu Xingxue, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Yuji is easy to get drunk, he drank a lot, but the color of his eyes is still the same as before, like a star in a cold winter night.

"King Ling is annoyed," he said.

When the little boy heard that Lord Ling Wang was actually annoyed, his face suddenly changed, and they all raised their faces to look at Wu Xingxue.They stopped playing their fans and froze in place one by one.After a while, two bubbles of tears burst out of the black grape-like eyes.

Wu Xingxue: "..."

When the twelve little boys surrounded him and began to cry while grabbing his robe, he closed his eyes in great distress...

Then he grabbed Tianxiu.

The Immortal Tianxiu had just returned from some errands in the world, he was dressed in a dark and soapy complexion, with smoky gold wristbands on his cuffs.King Ling put his long fingers on it, making it look whiter and thinner.It is almost impossible to see that these hands are extremely stable when holding the sword, and extremely sharp when slashing.

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell halfway on his fingers, and it took a while before he raised his eyes.

Wu Xingxue smiled very elegantly, then she stopped abruptly, and said with a blank face: "You better not be a guest. Take these little boys and go back to your south window."

At that time, King Ling's face that changed as soon as he said it changed was in contrast to the little boys who were crying together.

Xiao Fuxuan swept over them and turned his face away.

His eyes moved, Wu Xingxue remembered that scene after a long time, and still felt that it was a rare smile that flashed away.

So much so that he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Why did you recognize me that day?"

Xiao Fuxuan was about to get up to take the sword, but when she stretched out her hand, she paused, then turned to look at Wu Xingxue: "What day?"

Wu Xingxue said: "What day will it be?"

Xiao Fuxuan came to his senses: "On the jade steps?"

Wu Xingxue nodded, "Yes."

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice: "There are several spirit kings in the immortals, why can't they recognize them?"

It sounds right at first, but...

Even though there is only one spirit king in Xiandu, they have never met.Even though he had heard about the "Spirit King" many times from the mouths of the immortals, even if he said it vividly, he did not see it with his own eyes.

If you really see it, you still have to rely on those special features to distinguish it.

He recalled what the little boy said that day, and said: "I didn't wear the mask I always wore, I didn't have a sword, and I didn't have a gift on my neck. Where did you come from—"

Before the word "recognized" could be uttered, a clanging sound suddenly resounded in the room.

Wu Xingxue's voice paused, and he raised his eyes to look at the sound, and saw that the long sword he was leaning on the side of the couch moved for some reason, and fell to the ground.

He raised his hand and grabbed it, and the spirit sword fell into his hand with a neat and beautiful arc.

The Sword Immortal has a spirit, and is sensitive to people and things, and it is not uncommon to have a sudden movement.What's more, there is white jade essence in this sword, which was transformed from Xiao Fuxuan's blood.

And Xiao Fuxuan stood one step away, asking: "What happened to the sword?"

Wu Xingxue let out a soft "Oh", glanced at the blade with her downcast eyes, held the sword and turned it in an arc in her hand: "It's nothing, it's more...spiritual."

Those who use swords are always very sensitive to swords, and can tell the pros and cons at a glance.What's more, this is the sword of the Spirit King.

Xiao Fuxuan said: "Your sword is not made of iron."

"Tiansu's good eyesight is indeed not made of black iron." Wu Xingxue said softly, "It is... made of white jade essence."

"Bai Yujing?"

"Yes, there is a place in the world called Luohuatai, I wonder if you have heard of it?" Wu Xingxue said, "There is white jade essence there."

When he mentioned Luohuatai, he looked up at Xiao Fuxuan.

Tianxiu's expression remained unchanged, as usual, as if he was listening to a completely strange place.

really……

Can not remember.

Wu Xingxue thought to herself.

He closed his eyes, and there was no need to ask further questions that he wanted to ask impulsively before.

It's strange, if it was before, he would feel somewhat disappointed.But at this moment, perhaps it was because Xiao Fuxuan was standing in front of him, saying "being a guest" and walking into his sitting spring breeze.So that point of loss passed away suddenly, almost nothing.

Holding the sword behind his back, he winked at his two little boys, and was about to see off the guests.Suddenly I heard Tian Su say: "I have seen you in the world."

Wu Xingxue tightened her hands behind her back and raised her eyes abruptly.

It was only after a while that he realized that Xiao Fuxuan had listened to his futile question and was answering it.

- where did you recognize it

- I have seen you in the world.

***

"Which world?" Wu Xingxue asked.

Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his long eyes for a moment, seemed to be in a daze, and said after a while: "A long time ago, I was in Jingguan."

Wu Xingxue slowly let go of her fingers.

The answer was both expected and unexpected.

It's not "On the Shenmu of Luohuatai", which is expected.

In "Jingguan", it was unexpected again.

Jingguan was a later name, later than Luohuatai, and a few decades earlier than today's Xiandu.

It is not a city, a mountain, or an island.Jingguan used to be an inconspicuous wilderness, on the outskirts of the later Dream Capital.

What makes that unremarkable wilderness special and named is because of hundreds of years of intermittent warfare.

Countless people died in those wars, generation after generation, almost surpassing an ordinary person for several lifetimes.

The corpses of those who died in the war were piled up like a mountain, with their limbs mixed together and their blood and mud mixed together. After the gunpowder, it was hard to tell who was who. What's more, in that era, most of them were so ruined that no one collected their bodies.

So those unacknowledged corpses were transported to the wilderness where few people passed by, and huge graves were built one after another with layers of sand, mud and stones.

There are hundreds of dead people in each grave.

Over time, that piece of wilderness has become a place where nameless corpses are piled up in the world, and it has a special name, Jingguan.

It is probably the place where the dead gather the most in the world, and if it is used a little bit, it will become a fierce and evil vortex.

Everything in the world is always relative—since there is such a place where graves gather, there will be corresponding gravekeepers.

Those who can guard that kind of place are more or less capable.It is said that it was a homeless casual cultivator who established the cave there.

Because all the relatives who were involved with him in the world had passed away and were buried in Jingguan's tomb, so he stayed there and became Jingguan's tomb keeper.

That casual cultivator built a tall pagoda on the border of Jingguan, and he lived in the pagoda.

An ancient clock hangs on the top of the tower.

Every night, that casual cultivator would walk around the Jingguan, and if nothing happened, he would fly to the top of the tower and ring the bell.

People who used to live near Jingguan have heard that voice——

The bell rings, which means that everything is safe tonight.

That casual cultivator later took in some homeless children, and there must be something special about the children who can live with him in the Jingguan Tower——

They were born with extremely fierce fates, just able to offset the fierceness of Jingguan, so they would not die early.

It's just that living in such a place for a long time will always be detrimental to the living.So that casual cultivator taught those children some survival techniques.

It is also a father and a teacher.

This could have become a legend, or a good story, which has been circulated in the world for a long time.

Unfortunately not.

That casual cultivator stayed in that most vicious place for a long time, and he was affected without knowing it.Once when he practiced a little carelessly, he went mad under the impact of fierce energy.

After that, Loose Cultivator seemed to be a different person, and slowly came up with many terrible thoughts.Thirsting for flesh and blood, longing for prosperity, loathing my aging flesh.

But he didn't show it on his face.

In addition, he used to protect the peace of one side, and those who knew him never doubted that he would do some things that are beyond common sense.

Those children who were taken in and raised by him gradually became his sacrificial offerings in the tower that no one knew about.

Blood, flesh, skin and bones...

Once he entered the evil way, these things became what he longed for.

In order not to be seen by others, every time he killed a child, he was very careful, and he did it quietly——

Kill the easiest hand from the closest, because there is no defense.

From the most unresisting kill the least noise, because it is effortless.

……

He enjoyed it slowly and mended it with great care.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer living people in the tower, and more and more walking corpses, but they have not been discovered for a long time.

However, casual cultivators got deeper and deeper later, and they wanted more and more. Such a slow and meticulous method was no longer suitable for him.

Some living people can't stop his changes at all - he is still aging and decaying, and he can smell the withered smell in his body every day when he opens his eyes.

He kept the two or three most difficult disciples alive as a retreat.Then start looking for new ways.He controls those walking corpses, and also controls the disciples who are still alive.

If there is something that is inconvenient to come forward to do, they will be driven to do it - if it is convenient for the dead, they will be driven to walk the dead.It is convenient for living people to drive those two or three disciples.

……

So many years.

That casual cultivator borrowed some insidious spells to pave a "road" with tens of millions of dead people in Beijing, and thus got some broken branches when the sacred tree was banned.

Generally speaking, if the broken branches of the sacred tree are scattered in the human market, it is difficult to hide them.However, Jingguan is an exception...

There are countless huge tombs gathered here, where countless dead people are buried, and countless corpse aura lingers. This kind of most vicious and evil place just happens to cover up the aura of the broken branches of the sacred tree.

So that casual cultivator took the road that many people could not resist the temptation to take.

He kept going back and forth with the broken branches of the sacred tree——

He returned to the node before he killed his first child, and drove away all the people he took in.Then he endured the evil thoughts for several years, and when he finally erupted, he became so crazy that he couldn't control himself, slaughtered people in the nearby towns, and it was out of control...

He also went back to the time before he went mad, and wanted to call himself self-proclaimed, but he was reluctant to part with his later cultivation, and the satisfaction and joy of doing whatever he wanted.

He also went back to an earlier time, simply avoiding Jingguan and looking for another cave.But when he saw the spirit of the dead in Jingguan, he couldn't help but make a move, and then slowly returned to the old way.

People are always complicated.

That casual cultivator went back and forth so much that even he himself couldn't figure out whether he was good or evil. Why did he do so many good deeds and then do so many evil deeds later?

Why did he kill people and eat meat without blinking an eye, and when he went back to the past and saw the ghosts of the dead, he still couldn't help but save people?

Later, he went back and forth a lot, and he became numb.

He has lived those decades of life over and over again, if this doesn't work, then do that, if that doesn't work, change it again.So much so that sometimes he suddenly suspects that he is the only homeless dead person trapped in the situation formed over the past few decades.

Later, he even forgot what he wanted to go back and forth like this, and only remembered this obsession of "wanting to go back".

……

That was the most troublesome Tianzhao that King Ling had ever received.

Because that casual cultivator went back and forth too many times, dozens of different lines were derived from him alone.

Wu Xingxue remembered it all too clearly...

Every time it started, he flew down to Jingguan, stood under the dark tower, looked up at the clock hanging from the tower.

He always raises his hand and closes the silver mask to cover his face, and with a flick of the sword hilt, he walks into the blue-gray cold mist.

Walk through the cold fog and he'll land on one of the lines.

He watched the casual cultivator walk the established path until he grasped the node of causal transformation, and then raised his sword to slash cleanly.

Every time he cuts a line, he always checks it again, cleans up some missing details, and confirms that everything is correct before going to another line.

And the confirmation means that he wants to see those key things happen...

So he tossed around in those chaotic lines, beheading, cleaning up, and investigating.

He had to watch over and over again that the casual cultivator walked quietly around the huge tomb in Jingguan with the exorcism lamp every day, and then went to the top of the tower to ring the ancient clock.

Watching him help and save people first, and then killing others; watching him go from good to evil.

He had to confirm over and over again that those children who were taken in fell into the tiger's mouth one by one, died one by one, and became controlled walking corpses.

He sometimes stood by the corpse for a long time, but it was not clear what he was thinking.

His hand holding the sword was always steady, and he was always tall and straight when standing in the fog.He wears a mask, so no one knows what expression will be on that face under the mask.

He always stands, and after a long time shakes off the mud stars or blood beads on the sword, he turns around and disappears into the thick fog.

Later, he read the lives of casual cultivators too many times, saw children die too many times, and saw corpses everywhere, all of which were broken by him.

So much so that for a moment, he felt a subtle sense of disgust.

He also didn't know where the sudden sense of disgust came from, and who it was aimed at--was it the disgust of those who acted recklessly, or it also included himself holding a sword like a bystander.

After cleaning up all the messy lines, he returned to the normal season, the normal world.

Coincidentally, it was March at that time, so he went to Luohuatai.

Luohuashan City has just opened, and the lights stretch for twelve miles, reflecting the carmine all over the mountain.

He didn't have a fixed destination, he just walked through the bustling crowd, looking at the bustling street vendors pushing carts and the haze of smoke.

He leaned against the doorpost of the inn and heard that Mr. Shu was full of horses, listened to a few plays with drums and drums, and teased some little children with cute candy cakes.

That was the longest time he stayed in the world.

But because he walked through the chaotic and intertwined lines without consuming real time, in the eyes of everyone else, Ling Wang had only been away from Xiandu for only two days, and those two days were almost spent in Luohuatai.

No one knew what he saw and did during that time, and no one knew why he liked that lively market so much.

Xiao Fuxuan was the first and only one who said that he had seen him in Beijing.