Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 104
As early as when there were only sacred trees in the world and no fairy capital, there were already many monks in the world.But at that time, the monks had their own methods, and they always came and went alone.There are few gatherings and no system.
At that time, the southwestern area was dominated by strange arts, and the monks there mostly studied puppets, Gu medicine, and strange magic circles.In the north, from Taiyin Mountain to Wuduhai in Mianzhou, it is cold and freezing. The monks often study the art of fire alchemy, pan repair and spells.However, there were many wars in the southeast, and later monks tended to enter the Tao with weapons and swords.
Fighting with swords and swords is always unavoidable. In addition, there are many towns in the southeast, and the contacts between monks are gradually deepening. The earliest sects started here.
Among those sects, two have lasted for hundreds of years and have become quite famous existences among the immortal sects of later generations.One of the two families is the Feng family of Mengdu, and the other is the Hua family of Chunban City.
People in the later generations only know that these two immortal sects are not far apart, they are considered family friends and have very close contacts.But few people know that these two schools were actually the same in the beginning.
The first ancestors of the Feng family and the Hua family worshiped the same monk, and followed each other to learn swordsmanship.Speaking of it, they can be regarded as brothers.
Although they come from the same school, their temperaments are so different that they learn two completely different ways of swordsmanship – one side is full of sharpness, while the other side is as warm as water.
Huajia is the latter.
And because of the same origin, the brothers and sisters have their own families and established their own sects, so they will inevitably be mentioned and compared-whose family is more famous, whose cultivation level is higher, and whose disciples are outstanding.
But at that time, the Hua family was unremarkable, no matter which one it was compared with, it was at a disadvantage.
When practitioners mention the Hua family, the most common judgment is “the talent is mediocre”.
After so many generations and hundreds of years, there is finally an exception in the mediocre flower family.
It was the eldest son of the previous head of the Hua family, and his single name was “Xin”.At a very young age, he showed his excellent bones. When other disciples were still struggling to memorize sword moves and couldn’t hold their swords stably, he was already able to fight back and forth with the elders with long branches.
And he was not yet seven years old.
At that time, there were often rumors in the world that when someone was young, he was spiritually intelligent and quite destined to be a fairy, but when he was older, he was only mediocre.
For the Hua family, who have been judged for a hundred years as “mediocre”, they finally met such a genius, so naturally they can’t relax for a moment, lest the wizard become that “mediocre”.
Thus, the beginning of Mingwu Xianshou Huaxin’s interrogation was a lot of repetitive and monotonous memories——
The disciples of the Hua family all practice in the disciple hall, and the other sons and daughters of the Patriarch are no different from the disciples, they often play around in the house, but he is the only one who is placed in the high pavilion next to the sword field.
There are several floors in the high pavilion, the first floor is for meditation, the first floor is a study room, and further down there are medicine halls and living couches.Before the weak crown, he practiced every day except for practice, except for the ritual of worship at the end of each year, he almost never left the high pavilion.
The owner of the house never allows other people to approach here, so as not to make noise.
In those years, the person he saw the most was a gentleman who taught Fazhen and Fontaine.It is said that the gentleman has a strict temper and always has a straight face, so there are two deep creases next to his nose, which makes him very difficult to get along with.
It is said that hearing a compliment from him is harder than reaching the sky, but he never leaves his mouth for admonitions.But he was just the opposite in the high pavilion of the Hua family, and he never gave a single warning.
At first, he often couldn’t help admiring, saying that Hua Xin was indeed a “once-in-a-hundred-year” good seedling, extremely intelligent.Later, this kind of praise was repeated over and over again, but it couldn’t change, and it gradually became less and less.
Later, that gentleman occasionally showed a sad face and sighed lightly for no reason.
Hua Xin seldom intervened in other people’s affairs, so he often heard the sound of sighing in his ears, but his hands kept copying the books and Dan Fang.
It wasn’t until one time that the gentleman’s eyes were so straightforward that he stopped writing, raised his head and asked, “Sir, are you sighing because of me?”
The other party said for a long time: “I see that all the disciples of the Hua family practice in the disciple hall. They not only study hard, but also play and laugh. Only you, the eldest son, have been here since childhood. Will you be resentful?”
Hua Xin said calmly: “When I was young, I was lazy occasionally, but I never had it again after that.”
The master said again: “I often reprimand some disciples for not knowing how to work hard. When I come to you, I would like to persuade you to take a rest and play around occasionally to relax.”
Hua Dao said, “Mr. Don’t worry.”
As he said this, he calmly withdrew his eyes and started to write again.
On the contrary, the gentleman was stunned for a long time, but he couldn’t hold it back, and asked him: “The eldest son is studying so hard because of the comments from outsiders, do you want to win the Hua family’s reputation?”
Hua Xin was slightly taken aback.
Before answering, the gentleman understood: “It seems not. Why is that? Monks always have something to ask for, but I never seem to see it in you.”
Hua Xin: “What are the monks asking for?”
The master said: “Most people seek longevity. What about you?”
Hua Xin: “Never thought about it.”
He has just reached the weak crown, and he is not afraid of life and death.
The gentleman said: “I guess it’s the same. People have to be reluctant before they want to seek longevity.”
He said again: “There are still some people who practice to protect a certain person, or a certain group of people. Is there anyone in particular you want to protect?”
Hua said: “No.”
He has lived in isolation since he was a child, and even his relatives are very shallow, and he has long been used to this.
If evil and dark things come to attack, he will naturally fight back, whether it is for the Hua family or the passing carriages and pedestrians on the street.But if you want to say that you practice for this, it’s really out of the question.
Not to mention the “people who want to protect very much”.
Seeing the worry on the gentleman’s face, he said slowly: “If it is to protect a certain person, or some people, then the way is too short.”
It was the first time for Mr. to hear him talk about “Tao”, and he became less worried and asked, “Oh?”
Hua Xin said: “If the person I want to protect is gone, what should they do? Let it go to waste, or find some support?”
Mr. nodded: “Indeed.”
The gentleman hesitated, and asked: “Then… what does the eldest son think?”
Hua Xin thought for a while, and said: “As long as there is no one who wants to protect, and there is no thing that is extremely desired, then everyone in the world can do everything, and naturally there will be no day of collapse.”
The husband looked at him, not knowing how to judge for a moment.
After a long time, the gentleman said: “It’s also a reason. I only hope that you will continue to be like this, then it will be a good thing and you will be able to achieve greatness.”
He paused for a moment, then turned off the voice.
Hua Xin has always known that there is a second half of that sentence. Since there is “it is a good thing that it has always been like this”, then there should be “if it suddenly changes one day”.But he didn’t care then.Because for him, the first half of the sentence is enough.The rest has nothing to do with him.
***
The first half of this gentleman’s sentence is very accurate.
Hua Xin has achieved great cultivation at a young age, and after the weak crown, he no longer stays in the high cabinet all day long.He has a very high status in the Hua family, sometimes even faintly surpassing the head of the family, but he rarely intervenes in sect affairs.
He often travels outside and often does things with little effort, but his interactions with people are still the same, and he is always “click to stop”.
Over the past few decades, he has slowly changed from the eldest son of the Hua family to a “superior” and “senior”, but when someone mentions “an old friend” in front of him, the first thing he thinks of is the one who taught him how to fight. Mr. Fa and Danfang.
Perhaps it was because the gentleman had talked with him seriously about those things.
He has also kept in touch with that gentleman, not many, just occasionally through audio transmission.
Because of him in those years, the Hua family became quite famous.
But he doesn’t care.
Some people will mention some scenes of the Feng family in front of him.It is said that the Feng family produced an outstanding junior, who is quite talented, but it is a pity that he got married just after reaching the weak crown, had children, and abandoned his practice.What’s even more regrettable is that I heard that the two sons and daughters died two days ago.
Huaxin happened to pass through Mengdu City that day, and took a look at Feng’s family from afar.
Pale lanterns were hung in the huge mansion, and the junior who was said to be “quite talented” was seeing off the guests, and he almost lost his face.
That was the first time he saw that a cultivator would be so depressed because of life and death.
***
It’s not that Hua Xin can’t understand life and death. On the contrary, during the years of traveling abroad, he has seen countless life and death separations. He can understand why those people are sad, and he is sometimes touched.
But his nature is like this, even if the touch is “point to point”, he never overdoes it and never loses his composure.
Such temperament has lasted for a long time.
Later, the god tree in the world was no longer there, and there was a fairy capital above the sky.He was fortunate to be one of the first immortals to ascend, and even sat on the seat of the immortal head of the Lingtai, the touch of “click and stop” became even more faint.
Because when he looked at the world again, he saw countless blurred faces, not a crying person.
He once thought that he would never be touched by “a certain person’s pain” again, but one day, he suddenly received a letter from the world.
The talisman paper used in the letter had a faint smell of medicine, which was very familiar to Hua Xin.
The gentleman who once taught him the elixir of formation and was regarded as an “old friend” by him, every time he sent news to him, the talisman paper used had this smell.
Later, the gentleman passed away, and before he died, he passed the last letter to him, saying that his only daughter was still alive, and he didn’t know how well he would live in the future, and asked him to take a look when he occasionally went to the world.
The husband’s only daughter lived in the capital, and married the envoy of Wentianliao as his wife.At that time, Wentianliao was in charge of divination and Wentian secrets, and the offerings were the twelve immortals of Lingtai.
Hua Xin accepted Mr. Danfang’s entrustment, and once in a while, he went down to the world, and after going back and forth, he became the “celestial friend” honored by the Liao envoy.
The letter he received that day came from the Liao envoy and his wife.
It’s just that the biography has gone through a lot of twists and turns, and when it was in his hands, it was already a different thing——
The Liao envoy couple were framed and killed, and the only son left behind was no longer in the capital, but lived with the refugees in the mountains.
In those few years, Xiandu was in its prime, but the world was not peaceful.
The evil spirits in the mountains are very rampant, and if a child who does not know magic tricks wanders among them, there may not even be bones left.
Hua Xin expected so, but he still went down to the world.
In the mountains, he saw the only son left by Liao Shi and his wife, blind in one eye, lame in one leg, looking at him with blood all over his face.
He thought that the boy would cry because of pain, fear, or grievance.
Most of the mortals he saw were like this, and they would all cry out at such times.But the other party didn’t.
The boy just looked at him with red eyes, and then bit his hand hard.
After an unknown number of years, he finally saw the face of “a certain person” in the world again.
The silent biting with red eyes touched him a little more than howling.
I don’t know if it’s because of the “old friend” origin, or because of the bite and blood on his hand that made him feel the catharsis and pain of the other party.
So, for the first time in his life, he explained: “The Lingtai has its own rules, and I can’t meddle in those human affairs.”
He has always been seldom touched and not good at comforting.
But that day, when he watched the young man slowly let go, his limping legs shaking all the time but he remained silent, he still spoke a few words of relief.
It’s just that he is really not good at it, so he has to say some interrupting gossip.He even gave him a name called Yun Hai.
***
When I was still in the mortal world, Huaxin heard a saying that if you want to be more involved with something, you should give it a name.
He was plain by nature, so he never felt that a name could make any difference.
He really didn’t show any difference – he took the boy named Yun Hai to Hua’s house.
During those years, the Hua family would often admit some displaced children into the house. The Disciple Hall had food, clothing and teachers, so everything would be arranged naturally.It’s the same when Yun Hai is gone. From now on, he will follow the fate of fate all his life, so he doesn’t need to ask any more.
He was at least like what Mr. Cheng Danyao had entrusted him with, occasionally taking a look when he came down to the world.
Everything is as it should be.
However, when he was leaving the Hua family, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yun Hai’s expression—the young man looked at the Hua family’s disciples practicing swords, with burning desire in his eyes.
He suddenly remembered the words of Mr. Back then: “The monks always have something to ask for.”
He knew that what the young man was looking for at this moment must not be longevity, nor would he want to protect a certain person, because his family was ruined and there was no one to protect him.What surged in those eyes could only be revenge and hatred.
How long can hate last?After revenge?
It’s fine if you finish revenge and stop here, but what if you can’t stop?And he has seen a lot of people in the world who can’t stop after being stained with blood.
He didn’t want the teenager to become one of them.
So before he left, Tong Hua’s family explained, don’t give Yun Hai a sword, and don’t teach him spells.
The head of the Hua family at that time was taken aback, and looked at him in surprise.But in the end, the Patriarch didn’t dare to comment, and only asked: “If he doesn’t practice swords or spells, what does he do every day?”
Hua Dao said, “Let’s recuperate first.”
It wasn’t until he returned to Xiandu Palace that Hua Xin suddenly realized at a certain moment why the Patriarch of the Hua family was so surprised, because he unknowingly made another exception – he was meddling in other people’s affairs.
Once taught Mr. Xi to sigh three times a day, he would not ask more questions.Now, he actually explained how the Hua family should treat that boy.
This is probably the result of “taking a name”.
Perhaps in order to return to normal, for nearly two years after that, he did not come down to the human world again, and that young man gradually became an existence “indistinguishable from thousands of people in the world”.
Until two years later, he went to Hua’s house for some business.
The boy fell off the wall, jumped into the corridor, grabbed him and called “Master”, and then pretended to be cool and said: “If you regret bringing me back, you can just say it, I will leave on my own.” .”
At that time, Yun Haishang had already healed up, and his head had jumped a bit, with the sharp feeling of a young boy who had sprained his joints. stubborn.
So, Hua Xin gave him another explanation just like before.
***
After a long time, Huaxin recalled those past events back then, and realized belatedly that, from the very beginning, there were repeated unreasonable exceptions between them.
Every time he was “rare”, “rare” and “unprecedented”, it fell on this person named Yun Hai, whether he was laughing or angry.
Maybe it’s because in the whole world, there is only one person who regards him as the “Master” instead of the “Mingwu Immortal Head” who is tied to a high cabinet.
He has always felt that everything Yun Hai does has a natural sense of “naturalness”——
Because he is regarded as the master and Yun Hai is regarded as the disciple.They are naturally closer than the others in Xiandu.
It is only natural that Yun Hai can come in and out of his residence, and put all kinds of things in his plain white palace.It is only natural that I can go to the Lingtai in my free time, and ask a few questions that are not painful or itchy, and I will stay for most of the day.
He has done a good job, and of course he can ask him for a few compliments.When something went wrong, it was only natural that he came to ask for a few reprimands.
Over time, Huaxin got used to it.
It doesn’t even need to be “over time”, he seems to be used to it from the beginning.
***
In fact, habit is the most lukewarm thing, like an undercurrent under a flat lake. If the lake does not move, you will never be aware of it.
This is especially true for people with Huaxin’s temperament.
But he’s not really smooth sailing.
One day, he was copying the scriptures of the Lingtai on a pavilion in the palace. The fairy envoy and fairy boy were afraid of disturbing him, so they all stayed in the side room in order, far away from the pavilion.
The surroundings are completely white and colorless, and there is not a trace of human voice, and there is a faint fragrance of pills and medicines coming from under the pavilion.
He copied a volume, sniffing the scent of the medicine, suddenly a little dazed.
For a moment, he almost thought that he was still young, not yet a weak crown, and was placed far away in the high pavilion next to the Hua family’s sword arena, and he had been the benchmark and exception among the disciples of the Hua family for more than ten years.No one bothered or approached.
Just when he was full of ink and changed a roll of fairy silk, and Pinghu Wubo was about to continue copying, a cyan figure bumped into the corner of his eye.
The figure held a bottle of language grass that could learn how to speak, and while arguing wildly with the language grass, he walked around the beams of the high pavilion as light as catkins, jumped in, and landed in front of the scripture case impartially. .
“Be well-behaved, learn to be more obedient, and less annoying.” Yun Hai pointed to the language grass and warned, then put the bottle of language grass with the same color as his clothes on the scripture table, and made a soft clang.
Holding the scripture case, he said with a smile: “Master, is it boring to copy the scriptures? I will accompany you.”
The tip of Huaxin paused and raised his eyes.
The ink dipped in the tip of the pen dripped onto the fairy silk at some point and melted into a large piece.
***
That was actually throwing a stone into Pinghu…
It’s a pity that the timing was wrong and it was a little late.
Because not long after that, Yun Hai was demoted again and again.The incense in the Great Compassion Valley was scattered, and there was no offering for nearly a hundred years, so one day, the cold star fell from the sky, and there was a fairy called “Langguan” missing in the fairyland.
According to the rules of heaven in the Lingtai, the immortal who is knocked down will be forgotten by the entire immortal city.No one will think of this person, even if they see something related to him.
All the memories and the past related to him are like a thick layer of fog, which cannot be cleared away.
But Huaxin is different from other people, because in his palace, there are traces left by that person everywhere – those spiritual creatures that add vitality, and those who shake their heads and say “the fairy head has never smiled today” language grass.
While he was under the effect of the heavenly way, he would forget about it, and at the same time, he would look at those spiritual things and grass, and think of the long blue shadow that jumped over the railing and crashed into the high pavilion.
It was a very contradictory feeling.
It’s like someone repeatedly throwing rocks into a lake and flattening the ripples over and over again.
He began to often tie himself up on that pavilion to copy the scriptures, with the same fairy silk and the same pen, and sometimes even the sky was as crimson as that day.
But no matter how many volumes he copied, no matter when he stopped his pen and raised his head, there would never be such a person smiling and taking it for granted in front of him again.
***
So, he made another exception.
According to the heavenly rules of the Lingtai, he can’t intervene with the immortals who have been knocked down.But once he went to Hua’s house on an excuse, and left a talisman in Hua’s house to help find traces of that person.
According to the echoes of the talismans in those years, Yun Hai actually lived a pretty good life after he returned to the world. He forgot everything about the fairy capital, and lived an ordinary and peaceful life like thousands of people in the world.
He lived in the corner of Chunban City, within the reach of the Hua family, and learned some simple spells, but he never re-entered the fairy gate.
People in Xiandu don’t remember their age, but Mingwu Xianshou is an exception.If someone asked suddenly, he would be able to answer how many years it is now in the world without even thinking about it.
Obviously, as the head of the fairy, he must always guard the Lingtai, and rarely has time to go to the human world.
***
At one time, Hua Xin thought that such days would last for many years, until Yun Hai slowly walked through a mortal life in peace.
But it is not the case.
The so-called “calm” was much shorter than he thought.
One day, he received a letter from the Hua family’s talisman book, saying that Yun Hai encountered an evil spirit when he was traveling through the Great Sad Valley with his chariot and horses, and the Hua family was already rushing there, but it was probably more or less ominous.
A long time ago, when he was still under the age of weak crown, Mr. Jiao once talked with him about life and death.He replied at the time: “It’s a matter of chance, short life or long life has its own destiny, I don’t care.”
And not long ago, he even thought about it, mortals have birth, old age, sickness and death, and Yun Hai cannot avoid these.
But when he saw the words “more bad luck than good luck” on the talisman book, he realized that what he said earlier was all empty words.Before he could react, he had already fallen to the world with his sword in his hands.
He thought to himself: If Yun Hai still has a little vitality, he will save him no matter what.
If Yun Hai is already dead…
At that moment, he was passing through the clouds above the Great Sad Valley.Even though it’s not the middle of winter, it’s frighteningly cold.
He suddenly found that he couldn’t think about the last “what if”.
