Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 85
He is of the same origin as Heaven.I don’t know if the Lingtai Heaven, which is above the fairy capital, can experience even a little bit of it through his body…
Probably not.
Probably never.
This is the most absurd and sad part.
Because the one standing on the opposite side is not a certain person or a certain thing.That is the way of heaven in Lingtai, which cannot be touched or touched.All the unwillingness and anger were vented out, without even getting a little echo, it was like stabbing out with a sword with all your strength, but it missed nothing.
And it is still carrying its so-called balance and reason, good and evil are interdependent, good and evil coexist, and immortals are different…
Because of the difference between immortals, the same great fire burned the souls of mortals to dust, and burned Wu Xingxue to the bone, but his flesh and blood remained unscathed.
Because he has divinity, he is the body of a fairy.
Even when his mind was unstable before, he was already haunted by evil spirits, even though thousands of spirit souls had just died in his hands.But he is still a fairy.
How ridiculous, he is obviously full of evil spirits, but he is still considered a fairy.
But is there another fairy like this in the world?
No more.
There is only one spirit king in the whole world, who is full of murder, neither human nor ghost, neither fish nor fowl.
As long as the Shenmu exists for one more day, as long as this kind of spirit king exists for one more day, those lines that are cut continuously and become chaotic, and those disasters caused by greed for life and death, will not stop for a day.
This thought lingered in Wu Xingxue’s mind.
***
After the souls bound here dispersed in the fire, the forbidden land was shaken, and the invisible coercion swayed like water waves.
Amidst the crackling sound of the burning fire, there was a faint rustling.
Suddenly, a phantom appeared in the scorched wilderness. That phantom had the most beautiful canopy in the world, like clouds and mist, like smoke and clouds.
That is the sacred tree hidden in the forbidden area.
At this time, because of the concealment technique, it was withdrawn, and finally appeared in the wilderness, right behind Wu Xingxue.
The towering giant tree just stood behind Wu Xingxue, like his long shadow cast on the ground.And he didn’t look back.
He was still standing alone in the fire, because of the bone-piercing cold and pain, it took all his strength just to stand.
After a long, long time, he raised his head and looked at the branches of the sacred tree covering the top, and the petals kept falling, never stopping.
He wiped off the thin frost on his fingertips, and reached out to catch the falling petals, but nothing happened.
After the reincarnation of life and death was stripped from the sacred tree, these fallen flowers were nothing but phantoms, just like the mountain city he was standing on, they were all empty.
It’s just an illusion.
He looked at his empty palm, blinked his eyes lightly, and said in a low voice after a while: “I’m a little tired…”
He turned into a human being and was summoned to become a fairy so far. He has cut countless messy threads and cleaned up countless messes.He has endured countless times of unbearable physical pain, and every time he can laugh it off, wave his hand and pass.
Only this time…
It may not be possible.
Behind those endless sorrows is anger, and behind the anger is boundless emptiness, and after emptiness, there is exhaustion all over the head.
He has never been so tired.
who I am……
Should I still exist like this…
At that moment, the Lingwang asked himself in his heart.
In fact, when he asked this sentence, he already had the answer. When he removed the Shenmu’s concealment technique, he had already planned what to do.
But he didn’t move immediately, but stood for a long time.
He laughed at himself at that hesitation.
My heart said, look, even if you have been a fairy, you can still feel the feeling of a mortal when he is about to die.There are indeed many regrets and many regrets.
He even wanted to go back to the immortals to take a look at some impulse.Going to the south window again, he wanted to see Xiao Fuxuan.
He likes the closeness of love, the throbbing and joy of being in someone.It was different from the separation of life and death that he had seen while sitting among the branches, and it belonged to two people alone.
It was the first time he experienced this kind of involvement, and there was no reference, nor could he describe it clearly.
All I know is that mortals will often miss home when they reach the end. He is not an ordinary person, even though he is incarnated in Luohuatai, he is not considered to have a home.
He has no home to think about, only Xiao Fuxuan.
He remembered the first time he met in Xiandu, Xiao Fuxuan looked up through the long white jade steps; thinking of the eaves under the south window, Xiao Fuxuan half-kneeled and looked down.Thinking of being in Luohuashan City, Xiao Fuxuan looked over through the long lights…
He remembered one time, when he returned to Xiandu after completing the Tianzhao business, he was so lazy that he didn’t want to move.He leaned on the couch with his head propped up, sprinkled a piece of opera made of paper dolls, and sang while beating the gongs and cymbals on the stage he created out of thin air.
He fell asleep in the middle of the babbling tune, and vaguely heard someone lift the curtain and enter.He lazily opened one eye, Xiao Fuxuan leaned on the table and bowed his head to kiss him.
He agreed for a while, and heard Xiao Fuxuan’s deep voice sounded between his lips, asking him: “Wu Xingxue, why do you sleep listening to the actor knocking the cymbals?”
He didn’t know how to answer, and he joked in a daze: “Otherwise, you can come and knock, and if you knock better than opera singers, I will reward you with two little boys.”
The two little boys stood by the door dumbfounded, unable to see clearly the situation inside the room through a curtain, they asked softly, “Are we going to follow Lord Tianxiu?”
Xiao Fuxuan replied: “No.”
After returning to the little boy, he lowered his eyes to look carefully at Wu Xingxue’s eyes, then glanced at the actors, and asked in a low voice, “Do you hate being alone?”
Wu Xingxue was taken aback for a moment.
Many people have heard the rumor that he likes to make opera actors out of paper figurines, many people have speculated about the reason, and even dared to ask him when they were curious.He said many joking reasons, although others didn’t believe it, they didn’t take it seriously.After all, I just like to listen to lively noises.
Only Xiao Fuxuan, who seemed to be able to see through him at a glance, asked him if he didn’t like the extremely quiet environment, and if he hated being alone.
At that time, his heart seemed to be pinched lightly by someone, sore and soft.But he denied it on the mouth, and said some other reasons to cover it up.
Because he didn’t want Xiao Fuxuan to delve into why he rejected the ultimate quietness.
He didn’t want Xiao Fuxuan to know that he had killed so many people…
To this day, he is still the same.
He wanted to see Xiao Fuxuan, but he lowered his head and glanced at himself. After those souls dissipated in the fire, there was more demon energy in him.
The wisps of black smoke lingered around him, exuding the smell of demons, which was the unwillingness and resentment of the dead.
How can he appear in front of Tianxiu who specializes in killing demons with this appearance…
That would make him sad and embarrassing.
He can’t go.
The lucky one among mortals has a home at the end of the day, but he… I’m afraid he won’t see that person.
He was silent for a long time, took out the talisman paper from his sleeve, folded two pieces and scattered them out.
The talisman paper turned into a ray of spring breeze in the mist, rode the blue clouds straight up to Xiandu, and went to the south window for him.
But although there were lights under the south window, there was no sign of Xiao Fuxuan.
For the sake of fun, the dozen or so little boys he forced to Xiao Fuxuan gathered at the gate of the palace to deal with the visitors outside the gate of the palace.
Under the south window is the vortex with the heaviest evil spirit in Xiandu, and there have never been many visitors here.But now it was uncharacteristically, several fairies came.
Those immortals came to pay a visit with their envoys, and asked the little boy worriedly: “Just now the fairy capital is in constant turmoil, which makes people really worried. We came here to pay a visit. I don’t know how Master Tianxiu is doing?”
The little boy said, “My lord is not in the palace.”
Immortals were all taken aback: “Not here?”
The little boy pointed to the lower corner of the guide window and said: “My lord has suppressed the evil vortex that was causing trouble. You don’t have to worry about another trouble, at least for the time being.”
The immortals let out a long breath, but still asked politely and worriedly: “Master Su…”
The little boy made a bow, and said: “My lord told me that there was something urgent and he disappeared. Maybe it’s because the spirit and spirit are too worn out today, so I went to recuperate.”
If the immortals in Xiandu suffer from wear and tear, most of them will recuperate behind closed doors in their own palaces.Only Tianxiu is an exception, after all, the south window needs him to suppress the evil spirit, and it is not a place where he can take care of himself.If he recuperates, he will go to a desperate place where no one visits.
The immortals looked sad again and said: “This immortal capital’s evil spirit is really so heavy, it has consumed the Tiansu capital to such a state.”
Unexpectedly, the little boy said: “It’s not just the evil spirit of Xiandu, you adults don’t have to worry about that.”
The immortals were stunned: “Oh? Are there other disasters?”
The little boy shook his head: “It’s not a disaster, my lord was dealing with the demon chaos outside Yunnan before returning to Xiandu, and happened to be injured a little bit. After that…”
The little boy thought about it and said, “I don’t know why, but it suddenly became serious. It’s like… as if something had taken away the lord’s immortal energy. At that time, the evil spirit couldn’t be suppressed, and it came out. some turmoil.”
The moment the voice fell, the spring breeze lingering outside the courtyard wall under the south window froze in the cool night like water.
But no one inside or outside the gate knew about it, and no one was aware of it.
Those immortals are still asking: “How can this be? How can there be any reason for the loss of space!”
The little boy said: “Yes, we don’t know why. But it’s more than once, adults will encounter this kind of situation from time to time, but it’s not as serious as this time before. In short, please worry about it. Since my adults temporarily If you won’t be back in a while, you adults should go back for the time being.”
The immortals said a few more words of concern, and then left one by one.
When they turned to leave, the little boy under the south window suddenly felt that the night wind had become a bit chilly. The coolness was inexplicable, and while they were shocked, their hearts became stuffy.
One of the children rubbed his face, and suddenly heard a vague and hoarse voice asking softly: “He… the last time he encountered such a situation, when was it?”
The child subconsciously replied, “Just half a month ago.”
After he finished answering, he realized that those fairy robes had disappeared in the distance, so it shouldn’t be those people who asked.
Who is there?
Startled, the little boy turned around and looked around, but only saw the boundless night and the faint cold fog.
He seemed to vaguely see a tall and thin shadow in the cold fog. He walked quickly, but found that there was no one in the fog, only the blowing wind.
There was an indescribable cold smell in the wind, which inhaled into his nose, making him feel cold from his heart to the soles of his feet.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the vague voice answer softly: “Okay…”
Hearing those words, the little boy felt that the voice was a bit like that of the King of Souls, but much hoarse than that of the King of Souls.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s because of the cool and lonely night.When he heard the “good”, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and the tone made his nose sore, and he wanted to cry a little.
Maybe the Spirit King played tricks on them back then, so at this moment, he felt a feeling in his heart.He suddenly ran into the house with red eyes, took out a talisman, and wanted to send a letter to Tianxiu, where his family went to the extreme north…
The other boys were also a little apprehensive. After wandering around a few times, they hurried out to take a look at the spring breeze.
At the same time, the two little boys sitting in the spring breeze were also inexplicably uncomfortable. They couldn’t sit still more and more, and couldn’t help running to the south window.
On the way, my younger brother was too irritable, and even stumbled on the white jade threshold.
He got up without saying a word, as if he didn’t know the pain, and ran to the other side of Xiandu with his brother.As he ran, he felt his face was a little cold, so he raised the back of his hand to wipe it, and for some reason, he wiped it with wet water.
He tugged at his elder brother while running, and asked softly, “Why am I crying…”
***
Wu Xingxue didn’t know about this.
The spring breeze that went to see Xiao Fuxuan for him scattered in the night of Xiandu when he said “hello” to the little boy.
And he himself stood in the fire of the Forbidden Lands.
He didn’t know how long the fire had been burning, but he didn’t feel the burning pain at all, he only felt cold.chills all over…
He was shrouded in the huge shadow of Shenmu, his eyes fell on a certain point on the ground, and the fingers hanging by his side were clenched, and the clenched tighter and tighter, it was painful.
His lips moved slightly, and he repeated in a very soft voice: “Half a month ago…”
Half a month ago…
Half a month ago, he also received a heavenly edict, and after dealing with the messy lines, he was still in pain all over his body.It’s just not as good as this time.
At that time, the little boy asked him: “Is it hurt, my lord?”
He waved his hands and smiled nonchalantly: “It will heal itself in a while.”
Sure enough, he only sat in meditation for less than an hour, and he recovered.
This is the self-healing of King Ling.
This is… the “spirit king’s blessing” that he often said to comfort the little boy.
He used this blessing to comfort those two little things, and he also comforted himself. For countless days and nights of confusion, he felt the gentle warmth of self-healing, and said to himself: Look, calling “Spirit King”, or Some blessings are not just burdens.
in the end……
Even that “blessing” was not something the Spirit King was born with.
His good fortune was never because of the things he did, but because there was a Xiao Fuxuan in the world.
His so-called “self-healing” has existed since the beginning, when he and Xiao Fuxuan didn’t even know each other.So this is definitely not Xiao Fuxuan’s intentional manipulation, it is a natural connection…
Wu Xingxue looked at her hands, closed her eyes, closed her five senses, and tried to let the self-healing power move again.
When he felt the warm current flowing from the depths of his blood vessels, he suddenly opened his eyes.He turned to look at Shenmu…
As expected, he saw Bai Yujing winding up the roots of the Shenmu tree, wrapping the whole root, like a kind of offering.
The supporting relationship between him and Xiao Fuxuan probably originated from this.
At that moment, many rumors he had heard flashed through his mind.
The mortal laughed and said that there is a kind of twin flower in the world, two flowers grow on one branch.When this flower is in full bloom, that flower will have a dry appearance.
Ordinary people also said that there is no one in a million in this kind of entanglement, which can be regarded as a great fate.
A long time ago, when he first transformed into a human from a sacred tree, when he first carved a portrait out of white jade, when he met Xiao Fuxuan in Xiandu for the first time, he also thought this way: This is the unique fate in the world .
Somewhere, he should meet such a person, and he will be deeply involved in this life.
But now he doesn’t feel that way…
In his opinion, this one-in-a-million thing is fate, but to Xiao Fuxuan, it is not too much to say “evil fate”.
Why did he come here?
He blocked the sky thunder and died under the tree in his whole life, and he became a god in his whole life but still had to support the spirit king.
Why is he?
Why should he!
Wu Xingxue’s eyes were red, she bent down and lightly touched the white jade essence wrapped on the branch with her fingers, the warmth was like Xiao Fuxuan’s body temperature.
He said softly: “I gave relief to those spirits, so I should give you one too.”
Not only for you, but also for many people in this world.
As soon as the immortals have a spirit king, the world will be entangled with chaos for a day.
As long as there is a sacred tree in the world, greedy people will have nowhere.
He raised his hand in the fire, and a long sword pierced with silver thread pierced down from the sky, across the forbidden land, and fell straight into his hand.
He touched the blade of the white jade essence with his fingertips, and the blade had the same aura as Xiao Fuxuan’s soul.
He sniffed the faint breath and said in a low voice, “One last time.”
I will borrow your strength one last time.
because……
Because it might hurt a little.
The moment this thought came to mind, Ling Wang’s long sword was like a flying shadow, and the icy sword energy descended from the sky, slashing down along the cloud-like canopy of the sacred tree.
At that moment, he understood the heart-piercing pain of splitting the soul.
Anyone in the world will struggle when they are in extreme pain, it is a kind of instinct.But when the Shenmu trembled, he swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth, and pressed on the hilt of the sword with a little more force.
With his eyes closed, he felt that the soul was separated from the two sides in the same perception, one side was the withered appearance of the Shenmu, and the other was the glorious appearance of the Shenmu.
The withered glory is divided, and the soul is torn apart.The brilliant silver light on the towering giant tree faded down along with the blade.
Faded to the bottom, there is no more fairy light.
Along with it, the immortal energy on Wu Xingxue’s body also faded away.
At that moment, the immortal essence in his body was shattered.
The evil spirit that had been looming at first gained the upper hand, and dissipated in an instant, thick as a vast ocean without reason.
He can’t see the sky anymore, but he can say it in his heart.
If you want a sacred tree to last forever in this world, then I will split the sacred tree.
If you want to guard a spirit king at the end of the chaotic line, I will let there be no more spirit king in this world.
Isn’t good and evil interdependent?
There is one more monster in the world, what will you use to stop it?
Unable to support himself at the end of the excruciating pain, he knelt and sat in front of Shenmu afterimage.He was in the white jade essence, with his robes scattered all over the floor.Blood oozed out along the main points, and soon stained the robe bright red.
He swallowed the smell of blood in a drowsy state, delusional in the buzzing sound like a sudden loss of consciousness, and suddenly heard Xiao Fuxuan’s voice, or maybe it was the residual sound left by the young general under the tree back then.
The other party called him “Wu Xingxue”.
They like to joke around on weekdays, and “Master Tianxiu” is always long and “Master Lingwang” is short.Only when they are the most intimate, will they be called by name.
Wu Xingxue blinked away the blood from her eyelashes, and pulled the corner of her mouth.
He wanted to say Xiao Fuxuan, I may… I won’t see you for a long time.
I don’t know if I will have a chance to hear you call “Wu Xingxue” again.
