Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 81
Wu Xingxue hadn’t thought of Quedu for a long time.
Ever since he realized that it was a big dream made out of thin air, he never recalled any details of the dream.
But at this moment, he suddenly remembered a story he had read in a storybook.
Coincidentally, it happened to be the book he was reading in front of his eyes in Canglang Northern Territory. That story was one of them. It was obviously very simple, but he was leaning on the side of the couch at that time, propping his head with one hand, and twisting the pages of the book with the other. Inexplicably watched for a long time.
It was so long that even the housekeeper couldn’t help asking him: “What story makes you sad?”
At that time, he was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered and asked: “Sad?”
The butler nodded, pointed at the center of his brow and said, “Look at this, your eyes are downcast, and you are still frowning here.”
At that time, Wu Xingxue suddenly laughed, and said with a sigh of relief, “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just a short story, so why would it be sad to read it?”
The butler looked curious.
Wu Xingxue simply talked to him a few words: “It is said that there was an old man who always loved flowers and plants, and planted a whole yard. One year at the beginning of spring, there was a wonderful scene. The ground was split in his courtyard, and the ground was in a mess.”
“The old man’s heart aches unceasingly, and he feels that the flowers and plants that he took so much care for will inevitably turn into a piece of scorched earth and cannot survive. Who knows that only one flower tree in the courtyard really survived.”
“The surviving flower tree sprouted branches and buds in late spring and March as expected, but I don’t know if it was because of the thunder that suddenly broke out in the sunny day or something else, the flowers that flower tree later bloomed are very strange.”
The housekeeper asked: “What kind of strange method?”
At that time, he let out a “huh” and said softly: “Have you seen Bing Dilian? According to this storybook, it should be like that Bing Dilian, a twin branch…”
The housekeeper praised: “That is really rare in the world, it is a romance from heaven, it is a good thing.”
But he was silent for a while, and said, “It’s hard to say.”
Butler: “Why do you say that?”
“Because…” He twiddled the pages of the book, then hesitated for some reason, and said, “It is written in the book that not all the twin flowers bloom well. Withered. If this flower is healed, that one will suffer.”
The housekeeper said with some regret: “That is indeed a pity…”
He gave a soft “hmm” in response to the housekeeper’s words.Putting his fingers on the pages of the book, he said: “Not only that, but one of them is quite domineering, and it always blooms better.”
The steward replied: “I have absorbed more nutrients.”
He blinked his half-drowned eyes, then raised his eyes and said to the housekeeper, “So… this is not a romance from heaven. I’m afraid only the flower that took the lead would think so, and the other flower would think so.” Said, I’m afraid it’s not a bad fate.”
The housekeeper didn’t know how to respond, this was indeed a short story, it was just two flowers, it wasn’t sad or not.He glanced at the book several times, and said strangely: “This book…”
“What happened to the script?”
“Where did this story come from, it seems that I have never heard of it.”
Wu Xingxue in the dream paused for a moment, and said, “I took it with me.”
The housekeeper asked: “Is it on the wooden shelf? I took someone to clean it yesterday, and it seems that I didn’t see it.”
He replied: “Maybe it’s on the sidelines. You go to work, I’ll look at it later.”
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That was a story that didn’t take up much space in the storybook, it was not very eye-catching, but Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered it at this moment.
If the magpies are all a fabricated dream, everything in the dream cannot be without reason, maybe those scripts and the stories in the scripts are a subconscious reaction and reminder.
The current relationship between him and Xiao Fuxuan reminded him of the twin buds.
And he is like the flower that takes up most of the nutrients.
Just where did this connection come from?Is it because the white jade essence wraps the Shenmu like a kind of nourishment, and it is born from it?Or was it because of what Xiao Fuxuan had left on him?
Wu Xingxue really wanted to ask for clarification, but right now was not a good time to ask.
He took a deep look at Xiao Fuxuan, and immediately intervened in the battle.
Both their bodies and souls have been damaged, and there is this kind of ebb and flow involved in it. Facing “Feng Xueli”, it is actually not a “two against one” anymore.
What’s more, the line of “Feng Xueli” has brought almost all the demons in Zhaoye City. Strictly speaking, it should even be reversed. If there are fewer enemies and more enemies, Feng Xueli is the one with the most.
But this battle did not fall into a stalemate, or it only stalemate for a short period of time.
Whether it is a god or a demon, a moment of time sometimes seems extremely long to them.A lot can happen in that short moment—
For example, when Wu Xingxue’s icy fingers were about to touch Feng Xueli’s throat, when he realized that the other party’s life was hanging by a thread, his eyes actually looked at Shenmu.
That look gave Wu Xingxue an illusion, as if Feng Xueli could even survive his move as long as he could get a chance to move the Shenmu.
Wu Xingxue paused with her fingers at that moment.
So Feng Xueli vaguely listened to a question at that moment.In fact, Wu Xingxue didn’t really ask, but during the pause of the move, Feng Xueli knew what Wu Xingxue wanted to say, and what he heard suddenly was just a reflection of a sentence many years ago.
He knew that Wu Xingxue was going to say: “I have seen too many people in the world obsessed with Shenmu, harming others and themselves. I never expected that you would be one of them.”
In the former fairy capital, Immortal Head Ming Wu was not familiar with King Ling and Tiansu, and had spoken very few words.The very limited intersection of the three of them is probably the person called “Yun Hai”.In addition, they can’t even be called “fairy friends” with a single word of courtesy.
So Feng Xueli opened his mouth and replied: “Since it’s not a ‘friend of immortals’, it can’t be called ‘expected’ or ‘unexpected’.”
Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment when he heard Feng Xueli’s voice that still didn’t see waves.Because although he thought so in his heart, he didn’t ask the question, but the other party replied as if he knew it.
Wu Xingxue: “You…”
Then I heard Feng Xueli say again: “The King Ling—”
He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to change his name to “City Lord”, but that’s the end of the sentence, so he simply continued: “You asked the question more than 20 years ago, and I’m just answering it again.”
Wu Xingxue frowned.
Feng Xueli said: “Ling Wang replied, forcibly using the power of the Shenmu is against the principles of the world. One thing leads to everything, and the innocent people involved are immeasurable.”
Wu Xingxue didn’t remember anything, but it was true.It’s really strange to say it from Feng Xueli’s mouth at this time.Because the other party is doing something that is so-called “against the principles of the world”, and is astonishingly stubborn.
Feng Xueli said: “Now if King Ling wants to mention it again, I can still answer it again: I know everything.”
It doesn’t matter if it’s against common sense, or if it involves the innocent.He knew all these words.
How could you not know?He has said this countless times before, and he has explained this truth to many people.
Mingwu Immortal Head of Lingtai is the most worshiped immortal in the world.He sniffed the incense, and knew how many people had knelt under the altar without counting them.He has [-] statues of gods, big and small, and countless portraits.
His idol stands in the houses of countless people, and he has heard countless common gossip, so he understands one thing better than anyone else——
There are some truths that you know, but if you really want to violate them, no one can stop them.
Just because I understand it, I won’t look back.
He has seen too many such things, so much that he can remain calm about almost anything.
He used to abide by countless principles, and never felt that those rules and regulations were any constraints.Because that’s what he approves of.
He doesn’t intervene in human affairs much, and reduces some blessings at the right time.Don’t say the same things too much, don’t persuade the same people too much, stop when you point it out, and don’t do more than three things.
These bits and pieces put together form the boundary between Xiandu and the human world.He once felt that the distinction between Wei and Wei was very clear and reasonable.
He explained these truths to many people. He always spoke calmly. It is a good thing if the other party listens to them. If they don’t listen, they will learn a lesson sooner or later. He doesn’t intervene much.
But then he suddenly realized that there are always exceptions in the world.
“There are always exceptions to everything”, this is also a truth.And it took him so long to understand such a simple truth.
Later, he had many “exceptions” – he repeated the same truth countless times, and he still directed at the same person, and his tone was no longer calm.
He was once so angry that he couldn’t speak, and he once reprimanded a person, asking him word by word: “What can be done, what can’t be done! The heavenly edict you received when you became an immortal is a piece of waste paper?!”
He said to the man: “There are so many unreasonable things in the world. If you take care of one, you have to take care of the other…”
He also said: “Immortals and mortals are different. Once you enter the immortal capital, you can no longer meddle in human affairs.”
……
He even said to the man: “If you act like this, sooner or later…”
“Sooner or later one day” is said in the mortal world to hated enemies.They were never enemies, but he actually said such serious words just to make the other party listen to those truths.
But now, the truths he said word by word are being shattered in his hands bit by bit.Many of the things he has done over the years are against the principles he once said.
He has met many people in the world, and he likes to say “I was confused” after doing something.But he couldn’t say that because he was never sober.
He soberly watched everything he was doing, soberly counted every law of heaven he violated, and soberly watched the formations he set up.
He is watching the blood flowing in the battle and the lives implicated in the battle.
So in the past hundred years, no one has been able to persuade him, and no one has been able to stop him.
But now, at the moment when he fought against Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, he suddenly felt a little puzzled after hundreds of years of calm sobriety.So he looked into Wu Xingxue’s eyes in the cold air blowing on his face, and said, “King Ling never saw anything less than me, didn’t he ever feel unfair?”
When Wu Xingxue frowned, Xiao Fuxuan’s long sword rushed towards her!
Feng Xueli swept back quickly, so fast that the whole bird was covered with snow and mist.
He shielded his brows with a lamp, and with a short body, he turned into a long wisp of smoke like a wandering dragon, and instantly melted into the snow and mist of the sky.
But Wu Xingxue vaguely heard his voice
Feng Xueli’s indistinct voice was scattered everywhere, and it was almost impossible to find a fixed point.He said: “I was negligent, no matter how many things King Ling has seen, he has forgotten most of them now.”
Wu Xingxue’s eyes were extremely quiet, her back was pressed against Xiao Fuxuan, and she swept across the entire courtyard in an instant.
But I heard Feng Xueli continue: “This is not a good thing. Otherwise, maybe you will ask, why—”
When the voice fell heavily, the smoke had already gathered towards the giant tree.
But at the same time as it was approaching, the sword shadow of the word “Mian” cut through the long wind, passing through the smoke impartially.
“Master!!!” When the laughing fox rushed over, Feng Xueli appeared in human form.
His meticulous clothes were finally a little messed up, and there was a long and thin line on his chin, and blood beads slid down along the line.
The laughing fox stood beside Feng Xueli, they were surrounded by Tianxiu sword energy, they couldn’t advance or retreat.
Feng Xueli raised his hand to wipe the blood from his chin, and still his brows and eyes remained motionless, he said calmly in the shadow of the golden sword: “Someone once asked me such a question, and now I have a chance, I will ask you two for him… …”
The long sword in Xiao Fuxuan’s hand slammed into the ground, his shoulders stood upright in front of Wu Xingxue, and he said coldly: “Speak.”
Feng Xueli said: “He said that all practitioners in this world must seek something. They either seek longevity or strengthen their bodies. There are also those who are merciful and compassionate. They seek peace in the world. He said that he spent a hundred years and tried his best to fly into the fairy capital, but suddenly I can’t ask for anything.”
“It’s said that immortals are different. Once you become an immortal, you can’t meddle too much in the affairs of the world. Then why did you bother to practice and ascend? Just to sit on the altar, smell the incense in the world, and watch for hundreds or thousands of years. Does it not move? If so, what is the difference between immortality and death in Xiandu.”
“If this principle is wrong, then those who have been punished by heaven for violating this principle should ask why?”
“Those who have been dispatched repeatedly because of violating the rules of heaven are in charge of desolate places. The chariots and horses rush through the Great Sad Valley where no one stays, the Beijing Temple where no living people are seen in the tombs, and only the barren land and phantom people avoid it. The immovable mountain, the snow pond surrounded by thunder all year round, where even the traces of immortals are rare…there is no incense to worship in those places, and they are dispatched to wait to be beaten back to the world.”
“The Abandoned Immortal Terrace is just sitting on the spring breeze. King Ling must have seen much more with his own eyes than I did. Don’t you feel unfair for a moment?”
What’s more, there is Shenmu…
Even if Feng Xueli could investigate, it would be impossible for him to know clearly.But with what he knows, he can also guess one or two.The spirit king is connected with the sacred tree by cause and effect, and all kinds of misfortunes and troubles that the world has imposed on the sacred tree must have caused the spirit king to suffer a lot.
So he said, “Don’t you think it’s unfair that you bear the grievances of life and death, love and hatred, and why don’t you ask why?”
But Feng Xueli didn’t really wait for Wu Xingxue to answer. After all, a person who has forgotten all his past, probably won’t remember those things, so naturally he can’t answer anything.
On the contrary, he himself already had the answer in these questions.
He felt that King Ling should be unwilling and unfair, and even asked “Why is this so?”
He said quietly: “There must be some… Otherwise, why would the majestic spirit king fall from the fairy capital and return to the human world 300 years ago, lost his immortal energy and became a demon.”
When she said this, Wu Xingxue’s eyes moved.
When the last word fell, Xiao Fuxuan was in front of Feng Xueli in an instant.The moment the sword light stabbed away, his cold voice pierced through the wind: “Does what you say have anything to do with what you do?”
“No.” Feng Xueli did not make any cover-ups, “It’s just a question…”
That person asked him back then, and he answered many questions, talking endlessly from heaven to earth.But now, those words that he once answered the other party could no longer convince him.
He just handed the question out.
As for himself, it doesn’t matter anymore, because he doesn’t even care about right or wrong.
Since there is always injustice, there is no need to talk about reason.
“It is wrong to harm one person, and it is wrong to harm hundreds of people, thousands of people. They are all wrong, let alone high or low.”
He took a step on this road back then, but he could only go forward, and he couldn’t go back to the original point.
“Saving hundreds of people and thousands of people is saving, and saving one person is also saving. The same is not the case.”
If this path is completed, and he saves the person he wants to save, it will be regarded as fulfilling his wish.If it doesn’t work, and the karma will be accepted together, then it’s your own fault.
He thought of everything and knew everything.
“Saving one person can be exchanged for my willingness.” Feng Xueli picked up the lamp, raised his eyes and said, “What is it in exchange for saving those millions of people? No one can remember the reincarnation. It’s just suffering for nothing. .”
When he said the last few words, a strong evil energy poured out.
When Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan attacked, Feng Xueli suddenly changed his route, unexpectedly he couldn’t dodge or block him, and wanted to use his body to meet them head-on.
The two of them didn’t expect him to act like this suddenly, their expressions changed, and they forcibly withdrew a little offensive when the move was imminent.
After all, that body belonged to Xue Li, the youngest son of the Feng family, and strictly speaking, it could be regarded as being implicated for no reason.If they don’t stop, and the opponent doesn’t avoid at all, that body will definitely end up in a smashed end.
But even at this time, it is a little late.
Seeing that Wu Xingxue’s fingers had already touched the top of the opponent’s forehead, according to normal logic, the next moment the opponent’s skull would be completely shattered, and blood would flow profusely from the orifices.And the soul in his body will be forcibly stripped out a little because of this.
But at that moment, Wu Xingxue suddenly felt a pushback force.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were blocking the life gate of Feng Xueli’s body, palming against him.
What’s weird is that the angle of that pushback force is exactly the same as his own strength, as if it was another Wu Xingxue protecting that body.
Not only that, Xiao Fuxuan’s sword move was also blocked by that invisible force.So much so that the body didn’t suffer the slightest injury.
what happened? !
Wu Xingxue was puzzled, but she understood when she smelled the protective breath.
He couldn’t be more familiar with the protective breath, it was himself, or…it was the smell of Shenmu.And there is only one possibility for this kind of protective power—this body should have been blessed and protected by the Shenmu, and it should live a hundred years in this life.
He can only think of one such person…
The child who was buried under the Shenmu tree by Xiao Fuxuan in his previous life.
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Changes are often instantaneous.
Wu Xingxue didn’t have time to think about it, because “Feng Xueli” didn’t evade or block, and was waiting for that moment—under the forceful attack of him and Xiao Fuxuan, as long as “Feng Xueli” didn’t die, he could seize that moment gap.
The facts proved that “Feng Xueli” caught him.
He chose this body for this reason, because Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan couldn’t kill him.In this way, he can seize the opportunity to fight back.
Because of Shenmu’s relationship, “Feng Xueli” didn’t want to make a killing move on Wu Xingxue.But he had to make those two people ignore him, so the killing move went straight to Xiao Fuxuan.
In an instant, the souls of “Feng Xueli” and “Fang Chu” were shaken together, and both sides attacked together.
The coercion suddenly came like mountains and mountains.The lights are as bright as torches, illuminating hundreds of miles away.
The laughing fox who rushed over to protect the lord couldn’t bear it, and knelt down on the ground with a “poof” under the coercion.If it wasn’t for that killer move not going towards him, he would have been crushed into a thin skin on the ground at this time.
He raised his head with difficulty, and saw that almost the entire Quebuluo was engulfed in the “fire”. He even heard Ning Huaishan’s hissing in pain, but he couldn’t see anything.
Everything was engulfed in fire, and he could see no one.
That’s actually a pity…
If he moved forward a little further, he might be able to vaguely see the young master he had been thinking about for a long time—the person who was born with neither the smell of smoke nor fire, the person he watched and grew up with was revealed in his body for a moment.
Just when “Feng Xueli”‘s killing move was aimed at Xiao Fuxuan.
The weak soul that had been eroded for a long time and was almost silent suddenly broke out and occupied the body for a very short time.
Perhaps it was because the flames and smoke were somewhat similar to the battlefield in the wilderness hundreds of years ago, which made the tiny soul feel familiar.
He glanced at Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, and before he could react, he withdrew the hand that made the killer move.
Once a mortal enters reincarnation, he will not remember the events of the previous life, unless the soul escapes from the body and encounters the scene he saw before he died.
So he should not remember.But maybe it was because his body was occupied by someone else, and he was so weak that he almost fell apart, as if he was dying, so he actually vaguely remembered it.
He remembered why he hated the fire and the smell of smoke, because in that life he was curled up in a corner of such a battlefield, beside the pile of corpses, drowned by the burnt and smell of blood.
Like many lonely children in that era, he cried on the battlefield looking for his family, wandered in the corpse field, and finally died there.
He died on that battlefield.
He should have been buried in that wilderness, too, or gathered together with the rest in some strange place full of lonely souls.but none……
Because before he died, he dreamed that his parents came to pick him up, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed someone’s clothes.
So the man carried the dead body of a child he had never met, through the long cold night and the wilderness, and buried it in the best place in the world.There was a very tall tree there, which was shedding its flowers all the time.
His parents said that people should remember their kindness, so he misses it till now.
Until this moment, finally got his wish.
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Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes in the firelight, and saw Feng Xueli’s eyes suddenly diverged and then gathered, he seemed to take a breath,
Those eyes seemed to have not seen the world for a long time, and there was a bit of the ignorance of a teenager.He was stunned for a moment, then abruptly withdrew the hand that made the killing move.
At that moment, that strange Feng Xueli looked over through the firelight, and said a word in a very vague voice.
He said, “Thank you.”
After saying that, the figure dispersed, and seemed to have receded quickly.
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The blazing flames faded away at the same time, and when the last trace of scarlet disappeared, Xiao Fuxuan caught a glimpse of white in the corner of his eye.
He turned his head to look at the whiteness, and saw a long crack in the roots and branches of the giant tree where the sparrow never fell. He didn’t know whether it was caused by the formation of “Feng Xueli” or the killing moves just now. .
And the white that he glimpsed from the corner of his eye appeared near the crack.
It was a touch of white jade essence, winding up the tree trunk, about to protect the gap.And just as the white was covering the gap as if it had a spirit, he vaguely heard a very light sound.
The sound was a little hoarse, but he could still make out it vaguely.
It was the sound of bells.
……
That was the ringing of the dream bell.
