Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 87
How many days did the fire at Luohuatai last, I’m afraid no one can tell, not even Wu Xingxue himself.
Burning fire, torn soul, shattered celestial body… All kinds of things are added to the same person, and no one can bear it consciously.He sat in the forbidden area in confusion and silence.
He sat for as long as the fire burned.
He is no longer an indestructible body surrounded by divinity, and when he is extremely weak, the fire will also leave wounds.The side of the neck, the back of the heart, the wrist, the ankle…the more vital the place is, the easier it is to feel the pain, and the more obvious the injury will be.
In the end, his whole robe was soaked with blood.
Later human rumors often said that after the Luohuatai was burned to scorched earth, too many people were burned to death and soaked in too much blood, so that all the rivers flowing through it were blue and white when they entered the mountain, and became green when they flowed out. Turned crimson, meandering the entire Jiadu field.Since then, even the wind in Jiaming Zhiye has a little smell of scorched blood, like rusted cold iron.
But no one knew that the smell of blood that was blown in the wilderness actually came from the Spirit King.
***
If the confusion of consciousness can be counted as a sleep, then Wu Xingxue had a long sleep in the Luohua Terrace.
When he opened his eyes and woke up, the fire had been extinguished for a long time, and there was nothing left to burn in the Twelve Miles Luohuatai, and he was the only one left.Those people from the immortal sect who came to cast spells to put out the flames have long since dispersed, and the once famous mountain city is only sighed in the mouths of the common people.
Wu Xingxue hid the blood stains on his robe, and when he walked out of the deserted mountain road, he vaguely saw the city wall in the distance.There are some tea stalls and wine shops outside the city, with lanterns and Sheng flags hung on long bamboo poles.The words on it changed from “Sui Ning” to “Qing He”.
Just “sleeping” for a while, but it seems to have changed the world.
On the side road outside the mountain, he met a group of people, men, women, old and young, following a heavy-loaded ox cart, walking cautiously down the mountain, looking around as he walked, as if he was afraid that some monsters would pop out from the side of the road. .
A girl sitting on the edge of the ox cart with sharp eyes saw him through the mountain mist, she was startled at first, and then said in shock: “There are actually people who dare to walk alone under this Luohua stage?”
The creaking and slow-moving bullock cart stopped abruptly, and the group of people stopped one after another and looked at him in surprise.They were discussing in whispers, buzzing non-stop.The man who drove the chariot had a strong figure, with a knife on his waist.
The man stared at this side, touched the knife at his waist and asked: “Where did this young master come from, why is he walking on this mountain road alone? Haven’t you heard of Luohuatai Skyfire?”
The sharp-eyed girl added: “Is the young master a foreigner? There was an accident in this mountain earlier, and it was caused by evil spirits!”
Others nodded in agreement, and someone pointed to the vast cloudy sky above their heads and said, “I don’t know where the evil spirits came from. It must have been a crime that was so serious and difficult to deal with, that the higher-ups couldn’t stand it anymore, so they sent down fire from heaven to punish them. It burned for an unknown number of days.”
“When the fire started, it went up so high! You could see it was red from tens of miles away. Many people heard crying. It was really… resentment. Such a strong resentment won’t dissipate quickly, so it’s easy here. Something happened!”
“That’s right! People often say that they saw the underworld fire here, and there are many scary things!”
“It’s really dangerous to come here alone. The people in the nearby towns come and go in groups, following the carts and horses that pull goods or people who know some spells, my son…”
“Sir?”
Those people chattered for a while, but they couldn’t get a response, and finally couldn’t help but whispered, “Could it be that he couldn’t hear?”
At that time, Wu Xingxue really couldn’t hear clearly.
The pain in his body persisted, and his five senses froze.The words of those common people fell into his ears as if they were separated by mountains and seas, blurred into pieces, and the words he heard most clearly were those repeated words, talking about the demons and cries of resentment at the Luohuatai.
He stood in the cold mountain mist, quietly listening to those widely circulated words.
It was the sharp-eyed girl who said no: “Probably not, he doesn’t look like…”
“Like what?”
“It’s not like someone who can’t hear.”
……
He is not even like anyone here, who is out of tune with the dusty mountain road.He was dressed in the color of snow, against the backdrop of the red rocks and steep cliffs, he was as pale as the winter fog in the mountains, as if the high sun would dissipate once it shone.
The girl jumped down from the carriage, took a few steps towards this place boldly, and asked tentatively, “Master, where are you going? If you drop by, you can come with us…Master?”
She raised her voice and called out twice, only to see the other party come back to her senses in a daze, moved her lips and replied: “…the north, the endless sea.”
That voice should be pleasant to hear, but it seems that it has been a long time since I spoke, with a very slight hoarseness.
But it still doesn’t hinder the sound.
Seeing that he answered, the others slowly let go of their suspicions and vigilance.The driver patted the back of the cow, followed him with the knife at his waist, and said, “Wuduanhai? It can be regarded as a way, the ferry is in that direction. Since you dare to go alone, you must know a little bit of self-defense. If you can , and walk on the outer edge after a while. Do you have a sword?”
The young man was taller than him, and he always raised his eyes slightly when he spoke, so he didn’t notice anything else.After he asked this sentence, he glanced at the waist of the other party, and saw that there was only a white jade pendant in the shape of a bell hanging there.Not wearing any sharp weapon.
He froze for a moment before he heard the other party reply: “I don’t have a sword.”
***
The former Ling Wang was lazy and didn’t like to hold things in his hands.The two little boys in his palace were also fond of muttering, and often asked him what he wanted to do, as if they had no reason to live in Xiandu if they were not useful.
So whenever he brought those two little boys into the world, he would ask them to help hold the sword, and even gave the two little boys a nickname, “Boy Holding Swords”.
If the little boy was not around, the sword would always be worn around his waist, beside the white jade dream bell, and would make a slight knocking sound when walking.
Once when he went under the south window, people in the courtyard would raise their heads to look at him before they even touched the eaves.
The man said, “I heard the sound of Langyu a long time ago.”
He asked: “So good. How early?”
The man said: “I heard the spring breeze as soon as I sat down.”
……
Now, he doesn’t have a boy chirping forward and back, and no one waits in the yard to raise his head early when he hears the sound of jade.
After the sword slashed the spirit soul of the Shenmu, with the blood all over the ground and the scattered immortal essence, it returned to its original appearance – white jade essence wrapped in broken branches.
He has nothing in his hands, his waist is empty, and there will be no more swords.
***
The man driving the car and the girl walked closer, and finally through the mountain fog, they saw a large burn on the side of his neck.
The girl’s heart softened, she gasped and shouted, “You’re bleeding!”
She groped all over her body, took out a clean cloth, took out a little powder and sprinkled it on and handed it over, saying: “Such a big wound hurts very much, this powder was given by the fairy gate in the city, you Hold the cover—”
She stopped in the middle of her words, and the man driving the car grabbed her violently.Their eyes fell on the wound on Wu Xingxue’s neck, and their eyes gradually widened.
The wound is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.During the healing process, strands of black smoke wrapped around the wound, and also wrapped around Wu Xingxue’s body…
These people probably have suffered a lot, so they recognized them at a glance.They stopped abruptly, froze for a moment, and then shouted in shock: “Evil! You…you are!”
“He is a demon!!!”
“Run! There are demons!”
The incident of Shandao Yujing was only a moment.
In an instant, the cows and horses neighed, and the crowd burst like a dike.
In an instant, everyone screamed in horror and fled.
Wu Xingxue listened to their screams, watched them disappear at the end of the mountain road, and clearly remembered the eyes when they turned their heads in panic, which was full of fear, uneasiness, fear and disgust.
He stood on the dead mountain road for a long time, bent down to pick up the cloth towel that was stained with the medicine powder and dropped to the ground.
He put the cloth towel on the dead branches of the cliff, took a last look at the Luohuatai, which was once bustling with people, and headed north alone.
***
The girl asked him if he had somewhere to go, and he was silent for a long time before answering.
He does have a place to go, it’s at the end of Wuduhai, called Canglang Northern Territory.
The soul that was cut into two by Shenmu needed a place to be placed. He thought about it all over the world, and only there was the most suitable place.
But that was the last place he wanted to go at this time.
He is still not used to the demonic energy escaping from his body, he is not good at functioning, and he will not cover it up.
He could imagine how anyone would react when they saw him like this, most of them were like those people on the mountain path just now, screaming and fleeing or facing swords, with fear, disgust or panic…
He can also imagine the scene of reuniting with any old friends, and imagine what it will be like when he meets people from Xiandu again.
The only thing I can’t imagine is Xiao Fuxuan.
***
That year was the first year of Qinghe.
Wu Xingxue went to Wudu seaside, but never crossed the sea.
He sat quietly in an ice valley on the edge of Wuyuanhai for ten months, until he was able to hide the thick demonic energy all over his body, until he condensed a complete spiritual void in his body. Only then did they come out of that uninhabited land.
He made himself easy, and made an appearance that no one could detect the flaws.He also reversed his vigor and changed his usual moves…
He envisioned countless situations and made all kinds of preparations.But when I was about to cross the Unprovoked Sea, I heard something…
It was mid-winter in the world that day, and it snowed heavily by the seaside for no reason.Windproof lanterns were set up beside the boat canopy at the ferry, and the shaking shadows of the lanterns lit up the water’s edge.Wu Xingxue squinted her eyes in the bright color, blinking away the snow particles at the end of her eyes.
The moment he lowered his eyes and looked up again, he heard a few people from a certain fairy sect next to him say: “I heard that Xiao Fuxuan, the immortal of Tianxiu, has been away from Xiandu for a long time…”
Wu Xingxue was startled, and suddenly turned around.
He stood in the wind and snow, listening to what those people said.
They said that Xiao Fuxuan was no longer in Xiandu.
They said that he was entrusted with the prohibition of heaven, and he would probably stay outside the extreme north for hundreds of years.
For a full 100 years, that person will not appear in the world.
For a whole 100 years, they would never have the chance to meet, no matter if it was hidden or inadvertently, whether it was in Canglang Northern Territory or other places…
He also caught a glimpse of something in the rumors – it turned out that from the moment he split the god tree, shattered the immortal essence, and became a demon, everyone in the world had forgotten him.
No one has ever jumped from the tall branches of the sacred tree.
There has never been a spirit king in Xiandu.
He no longer had to imagine what it would be like if he met Xiao Fuxuan…
Because even a hundred years later, even if they bumped into each other and met their eyes on the widest street, nothing would matter.
They are no different from the strangers who rub shoulders frequently in the world.
It seemed that the whole ten months of hesitation and hesitation seemed like a joke.
