Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The word "coaxing people" was said too lightly, almost just moved his lips.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't hear clearly, and lowered his head a lot closer: "What?"

He turned his face slightly, with his eyebrows half downcast, as if he was just coming with his ears.

The eaves of this square suddenly had the meaning of a private place, and even the wind bypassed it.

At that moment, a little boy asked in the courtyard: "My lord, why are there sword sounds in the room, what happened?"

The voice was far and vague, but Wu Xingxue had the illusion that something had been seen through.His heart skipped a beat, then faster and faster.However, all of these were soaked in lazy alcohol, so that he didn't move, allowing those invisible and touchable things to grow wildly.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan answer the little boy: "It's nothing, I'm... treating guests." His voice was so low that the little boy couldn't hear it clearly, but it rolled into Wu Xingxue's ear socket.

When he said the last two words, he finally turned his eyes and looked at Wu Xingxue.

Wu Xingxue lazily said in a heavy heartbeat: "No one puts a guest on the house like this..."

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell on him: "Yes."

Wu Xingxue said again: "Besides, there is wine to be served when entertaining guests, but you didn't bring it."

Xiao Fuxuan finally moved his lips and said, "You have drunk wine with others."

Wu Xingxue: "I can have another drink with you."

Xiao Fuxuan: "No need."

He said no need, but his voice was not a bit cold, maybe because they were too close, so close that they breathed intertwined.

Wu Xingxue's eyes were almost hazy: "Then how can I make Tiansu happy?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "Why do you want to make me happy?"

Wu Xingxue got drunk, licked her lips and said, "Because..."

He hadn't actually thought of what to say, but he didn't need to think about it.

Because he squinted his eyes halfway, he suddenly felt that his fingers were being clasped, and Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head sideways...

Their noses touched, Xiao Fuxuan pinched his chin and made him open his lips.

***

He also dreamed about the bird not falling.

It seemed that one moment he was still being kissed by Xiao Fuxuan on the eaves under the south window, and the next moment he was at the window where the bird never fell, so that Wu Xingxue in his dream was a little dazed.

He saw the snow in the yard outside the window, which reminded people of the ice branches that covered the eaves of the porch with the spring breeze.It's just that there are no more little boys in the room setting up cups, and no one will ignore the night to enjoy the scenery.

The snow in the courtyard was so thick that it was frighteningly cold just to look at it for a while.

And he was cold indeed.The cold air spread out from the bone cracks. It was a coldness that could not be relieved by hugging the stove, burning Tang Pozi, or roasting a pot of charcoal fire.

He was wearing a thin plain coat, leaning against the window, as if he just got up from the couch.

He saw Fang Chu rushing in from the next room, holding a fox-fur cloak in his hand. The cloak seemed to have been warmed with something, and he could feel the warmth even before he wrapped it around his upper body.

"City Lord, put this on?" Fang Chu shook off his cloak.

But Wu Xingxue waved his hand and replied, "I don't need it, put it back."

Fang Chu muttered: "But the robbery period is very cold."

Wu Xingxue said, "Really, I think it's okay."

Fang Chu: "..."

Fang Chu persuaded: "It has only been two days since I entered, and it will only get colder and colder in the future."

Wu Xingxue glanced at the cloak and said, "Will I ever need this?"

Fang Chu's lips twitched a few times: "It's true that the city lord doesn't like to wear too much, but..."

Wu Xingxue: "But what?"

Fang Chu hesitated to speak, and glanced at his fingertips a few times.

Wu Xingxue lowered her eyes following his gaze, and saw that her fingertips were slightly blue.When he raised his eyes again, Fang Chu had already averted his eyes and didn't dare to look any further.

Wu Xingxue lightly twisted her fingertips a few times, circulating the energy in her body.

During the catastrophe period, it was really uncomfortable to run Qi Jin, every inch was stagnant, like a frozen river.The process of forcibly breaking away is like being pricked by needles, densely piercing the main points of the meridians.

It was a dense pain...

But Wu Xingxue didn't show it on his face at all. After a week of vigorous exercise, the blue color on his fingers faded. At first glance, he looked fair and clean, without any abnormality.

He spread his hands to let Fang Chu see clearly: "You can see again."

Fang Chu put his arms around his cloak, speechless.

Wu Xingxue said again: "It was just because I just woke up."

Fang Chu reluctantly let out an "Oh", as if he wanted to refute but couldn't.

In fact, it is quite normal for demons not to want to show the slightest weakness when encountering catastrophe.After all, Zhaoye City has never been a safe place to be surrounded by demons.

But right now they are in their own mansion, no one is used to around Quebuluo, and no one will see them, wearing an extra cloak will always make them warmer, why not do it?

Fang Chu didn't understand.

But Wu Xingxue just didn't wear it.

Instead, he asked Fang Chu, "Is there any more wine?"

When Fang Chu heard this, he felt that it would be okay to drink some warm wine without wearing a cloak.So he nodded quickly and said: "Yes! City Lord, wait a moment, I'll go get the wine!"

He was about to hang the fox-fur cloak on the wooden frame inside the house, but Wu Xingxue blocked it: "Don't hang it there, send it back wherever you find it."

Fang Chu was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

The catastrophe period is inherently tough, even people who have no temper will become gloomy and uncertain.How dare he touch the bad luck of the city lord.So Fang Chu had no choice but to send the fox fur cloak back to the side room, and honestly put it back in the cabinet.

So at first glance, it seems that no one in Quebuluo has ever felt the cold is unbearable, and no one has ever dug out that fox-fur cloak,

Fang Chu quickly brought over two jugs of wine and cups, and he rubbed his palms together to warm the wine secretly.

So when Wu Xingxue took the jug, it felt warm.

He raised his eyes, and saw Fang Chu bounced away abruptly, shrank back to the corner of the room, and said coyly, "I am the city lord... I heard that this wine tastes better when it is warm."

Wu Xingxue didn't blame him much this time, she just said: "Then have you ever heard that this wine is easy to get drunk when it's warm?"

Fang Chu opened his mouth and shook his head quickly: "I don't know."

"I was wrong, City Lord." Fang Chu bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

Wu Xingxue threw the wine cup back and said, "I don't need this."

This is not the jade rice wine from Xiandu, it has a heavy mouthfeel, it is not as sweet as jade rice wine, and there is no one who drinks with him at the window, so there is no need to take a small cup to drink slowly.

He just looked at the ice branches in the courtyard and the corner of the high eaves under the green mist, and suddenly wanted to drink.

The wine in Zhaoye City is indeed different. He used to drink Yuji for a long time, but he only had a faint taste of alcohol.Now two pots are already a bit lazy.

He closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again. His eyes were full of moonlight, not chaotic, but covered with a light mist.

Leaning against the window sill, he suddenly asked Fang Chu, "Are these windows on the north side?"

Fang Chu was stunned for a moment, confused by the endless topic.After a while, he said, "That's right...it's in the north."

In the common people's homes in the world, the houses always like to sit north and south, facing the sun, and the doors and windows like to open to the south.But Zhao Ye City is a devil's lair after all, and it has always been contrary to the human world.

The demons don't care whether the sun is shining or not, they only care about whether they are comfortable or not.The layout of the entire Zhaoye City is rebellious, and most of the mansions here face north and south.

The southernmost point is the sparrow.

It is impossible for Wu Xingxue not to know this, so it seems a bit strange to ask a question suddenly.

Fang Chu wondered: "Why did the city lord suddenly mention this? Is there something weird?"

Wu Xingxue's eyes still fell outside the window, and said: "It's nothing weird, I just remembered it suddenly and mentioned it by the way."

He seldom took the initiative to talk about these things with others before, but now he was probably... drunk.

He was silent for a while, his eyes looked back from the eaves, fell to the window, and suddenly said softly: "Fang Chu, is there anything special under your window?"

Fang Chu shook his head: "No, there are nothing but mud, dwarf flowers, and pebbles under the window, nothing special."

Wu Xingxue took another sip of the wine, swallowed it down, looked down at the low grass and trees, and said, "Then why do people think about going under the window?"

Fang Chu was stumped by the question, not because the question was so difficult, but because it was so rare and rare to ask it from the mouth of his city lord.

He thought for a long time, and said, "Then... probably because I live in a high place."

Wu Xingxue laughed without turning her head, feeling that his answer seemed like superfluous nonsense.

Fang Chu bit his head and said: "If you live in a high place, the things under the window will be different. If you just sweep under the window, you can see many things far away. Maybe it will become a scene, so there is nothing wrong with thinking about it." gone."

As Wu Xingxue listened, some vague thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind.

The thought flashed so fast that he barely reacted, but gradually put away his smile, and stood by the window blankly, holding the white jade rim of the jug.

"Live high..."

His lips moved.

At that moment, he seemed to see a lingering fog again, and saw a huge tomb and a tall tower in the fog.

Someone flew up to the top of the tower, stood with a lantern, stood by the window and looked down.He couldn't remember whether he was looking at him, or looking at the peaceful town further away...

Then the lights dissipated into pieces in the fog, and the figure raised his hand to ring the ancient clock.

when--

The bell almost rang in his head.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue felt as if she had closed her eyes, and the pain and cold in her body suddenly deepened, as if the period of catastrophe had suddenly entered the most difficult juncture.

The catastrophe of that year was fierce, more difficult than any other year, colder and more uncomfortable than any other year.As a result, Wu Xingxue was almost blank for a period of time, unable to perceive anything.

He couldn't remember how he put down the jug, how he let Fang Chu leave, how he closed the doors and windows, and put a restraint on the main house.

The restriction is two-way, it is difficult for others to enter, and it is also difficult for him to exit, lest he do something unmanageable in a daze.

He only remembered the moment when the restriction had just been completed, there was a sudden breath behind him.

Someone silently entered the courtyard, and even entered his house, but did not disturb anyone else.

Out of demonic instinct, he raised his hand to grab the weapon.But there was neither knife nor sword in his house.What he grabbed into his hand was actually only Mengling.

There were too many messy lines in Jingguan cut off back then, and the broken branches of the sacred tree in those messy lines fell into his hands. He originally planned to destroy them completely, leaving nothing behind.

But at the end, he still hesitated for a moment, peeled off the white jade essence wrapped on the broken branches, and made a little thing called "Mengling".

The shape of the bell is similar to the bell on the tower.

Since then, whenever he cut off a messy thread, he would always ring the white jade bell in his hand at the last moment, creating a sweet dream for those who died because of the broken thread.

Even if those people shouldn't have appeared in this world, even if they still have to die.

He has given dreams to many people, made them forget some things, or make them believe some things.

Just like the bell on the tower back then, the moment the bell rang, at least in the dream... There was no pain, everything was peaceful.

But at this moment, Bai Yumengling was held in Wu Xingxue's hand, and the sharp horns on the top of the bell pressed heavily against his palm. The cold dull pain made him break away from the catastrophe for a moment, and became a little more awake.

Holding the white jade essence, he smelled the breath of the person behind him.

He is more familiar with that breath than anyone else, even with his eyes closed and his back turned, he can smell it.

"Xiao Fuxuan..."

He turned around holding the dream bell.

Xiao Fuxuan was standing by the door, looking at him with dark eyes.

"This is Zhaoye City." He said.

This is the Night City of the Devil's Cave, not the one sitting in the spring breeze with the courtyard door open, and you can come whenever you want.

He also wanted to say why you chose to come at this time.But these words were inexplicably embarrassing, and he didn't like them.So he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say anything.

Xiao Fuxuan just looked at him deeply, and said, "I know this is Zhaoye City, and I know that you are under the restriction, but I came in."

Not only did he come in, but he was not hurt at all.It was as if those prohibitions avoided him and did not attack him.And Wu Xingxue was almost unconscious when he was restrained, everything was instinctive and subconscious...

With his words, those subconscious things were laid bare, and he couldn't cover them up or deny them.

So Wu Xingxue didn't speak any more.

He was holding the things in his hand and confronting the person at the door.

That moment was stretched extremely long, it was also quiet and speechless, and it also carried entangled things.It is almost reminiscent of the eaves under the south window back then...

But very different.

Back then he was the spirit king, now he is the devil.

He wants to pass through the catastrophe period that evil spirits must pass through, but he doesn't want to live in front of Xiao Fuxuan.

Anything is fine, but it cannot be Xiao Fuxuan.

So he opened his mouth with some aggressive words, trying to provoke the other party to leave.He was holding the dream bell made by Bai Yujing tightly behind his back, but with a smile on his face, he tilted his head and said to the man: "Do you know that demons have a calamity period? Have you seen what the devil looks like in the catastrophe period?" ?”

"Have you ever heard of the demon's lust?"

……

He knew that the demons were the ones Xiao Fuxuan dealt with the most, the demons who killed the most, and the ones who received the most punishments were also demons.

Even with my eyes closed, I can think of what Tianxiu Shangxian would hate—those peculiar things of demons, rampant and debauched...

He opened his mouth and closed his mouth, waiting for Xiao Fuxuan to leave with a cold face.

It's really easy to make Tianxiu unhappy, he has provoked countless times with half-truths.

But this time...

He said all the things that even he himself hated, but Xiao Fuxuan didn't move a single step, and kept looking at him with serious eyes.After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I've heard it all."

Wu Xingxue suddenly fell silent.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Since you have heard everything and know everything, you chose this day to come—"

The lights in the house were reflected in Xiao Fuxuan's eyes, the lights flickered slightly, and those eyes melted into a piece of light.

Wu Xingxue paused for a moment, avoiding his eyes, turned his head towards the couch and lifted his chin, and continued: "——Are you going to be the guest of the devil like me?"

The room fell silent.

After a while, Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice sounded.

He said, "Yes."

I'll be the guest of honor.

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat.

It's hard to describe the feeling at that moment, he was stunned in place, and after a long time, he suddenly turned his head, only to feel the breeze sweeping away, and Xiao Fuxuan was already in front of him.

Wu Xingxue moved her lips, but did not make a sound.He made a move almost at the same time as Xiao Fuxuan came over, and the wanton demon energy surged out like an unprovoked sea.The gust of wind swept past with murderous intent like frost, and the movement was astonishingly loud, but because of the restriction, everything was locked inside the doors and windows.

This is the corner where the city lord Zhao Ye had placed a restriction, it is the most dangerous place in the world, and it is also the most private place.

And those murderous auras that could separate a person's body and head stopped abruptly the moment they touched Xiao Fuxuan.And that momentary pause is doomed to an ending——

The sky is still spinning, the sword energy is still passing close to the vital points, and it is still close at hand but not hurt at all.

They always seem to do this.

It's just that the spirit king back then was pushed on the roof, and now the devil is pushed on the couch.

The sword energy was pressed against Wu Xingxue's neck, and the aura that belonged exclusively to Tianxiu enveloped him, showing his sharpness but not dangerous.Xiao Fuxuan was still half kneeling as before, looking down at him, and the fingers pressing on him were bent into the gaps between the fingers.

Xiao Fuxuan's eyes fell down the bridge of his nose, and his voice was deep and low: "You want to provoke me to leave."

Wu Xingxue's hands still hadn't lost their strength, and the extremely cold breath flowed out along the fingertips, and the thin white frost spread from his fingers to Xiao Fuxuan's fingers.

It is clearly a murderous intent, but there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Wu Xingxue moved her lips and said, "I'm waiting for you to leave."

Xiao Fuxuan looked at him, and said in a deep voice after a while: "When I leave, who do you want to find for the robbery period?"

Wu Xingxue's heart skipped a beat.

It was as if someone had pricked it lightly, and an indescribable feeling instantly enveloped the whole heart.He was suddenly speechless.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and said, "No one."

"No one else." He said again in a low voice.

The moment he answered this sentence, the frost on his fingers slowly faded, and Xiao Fuxuan's energy poured in along his fingertips.

It's like someone lit a pot of fire, the fire is scorching but warm.That warm energy flowed through his veins almost gently, and wherever it passed, his skin was no longer so cold and pale, but slowly turned red.

He closed his eyes, more sensitive than ever.

He heard Xiao Fuxuan say, "You've been drinking."

For some reason, the simple four words suddenly made him a little stunned.It seemed that he was still in Xiandu, drinking the wine prepared early with others, which made Tianxiu unhappy.

He came to the door to make amends and coax others, and was pushed against the jade tile eaves under the south window, kissing until he was silent.

Tianxiu energy flowed into the heart along the blood vessels.

The faint blood under Wu Xingxue's skin also leaked all the way from under the thin clothes, and it could be seen by the naked eye that it spread up the neck and reached the lips.

Thinking of the past, he licked his lips and opened his eyes.

He said, "Xiao Fuxuan."

"Ah."

The other party just gently licked his lower lip, half-closed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss him.

Breathing entangled and intertwined, Wu Xingxue opened his mouth slightly, and heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice resounding between his lips.

He whispered, "Wu Xingxue, I dreamed of you last night..."

***

A long time ago, people in Xiandu often said that they could not dream.

Because they always enter the dreams of mortals, always respond to mortals' requests, and always know that dreams are mostly false, and they are more vigilant against falsehood than anyone else.

Later they said that if they think about it day by day and dream about it at night, it is probably because they have completed their meritorious deeds, and their thoughts are not deep enough, rich enough, or heavy enough.

Later, they finally admitted slowly that maybe they would not dream of anything after becoming immortals.No matter how many, deep, and heavy thoughts are, it is useless.

For them, in this life, only under the influence of that white jade bell can they have a good dream.

Wu Xingxue knows this better than anyone else.

Gods in this world have no dreams, but Xiao Fuxuan said: I dreamed of you.