Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 90
This year is the 100th anniversary of Qinghe.
Xiao Fuxuan’s ban has just been lifted, less than half a month.
If someone rolls up his sleeves, he will find that there are still remaining curse marks on his body, which are faintly golden, similar to the word “free” bestowed by heaven on his neck.
It’s just that the neck is the so-called “reward”, but the body is punishment.
For a whole 100 years, there has been a saying in both the fairy capital and the human world that the Immortal Tianxiu was under the ban and stayed in the extreme north for a hundred years.But what exactly did he do?Why did you break the ban?And why did it disappear for 100 years?All of these, but no one has ever made it clear.
Even the immortals in Lingtai who were in Xiandu, and even Mingwu Xianshou mentioned it occasionally, but he could only shake his head and say: “I know very little.”
The only thing they know is that the Tianxiu Shangxian broke through the Lingtai alone that day.
***
On the day when Luohuatai was on fire, Xiao Fuxuan used his spiritual knowledge to enter the Heavenly Dao Lingtai alone.
There are a total of twelve peaks hanging high in the sky in Xiandu Lingtai, each of which is guarded by an immortal, and each immortal has an angel by his side, countless times.
That day, when the spiritual consciousness was wrapped in the wind and frost of the extreme north and swept straight into the Lingtai like a icy sword, those immortals and angels were all shocked.
Since the beginning, no one has ever dared to enter the Lingtai with such a posture.No matter who it is, whether they come to accept the edict of the sky or kneel to receive the punishment from the sky, they all walk up one by one.
No one has ever been like this… The sword intent is wild and full of evil.
Those fairy envoys even raised their hands to cover their faces.But even so, they could still feel the gust of wind blown by their spiritual consciousness. There were fine snowflakes somewhere in the wind, and it carried the chilling smell that can only be found in the extreme north.
The moment they smelled it, they were terrified.
People in Xiandu may mistake the breath of other immortals, but they will not mistake Xiao Fuxuan.Because he is wrapped in the strongest sha in his fairy aura, he is unique.
It is precisely because they are unique, and it is precisely because they can recognize people in an instant, that they feel even more frightened.
What happened to make Xiao Fuxuan so anxious? !
The immortals were full of surprise and doubt, and had no clue.
At that time, they had already recovered from the short-term blankness of “the spirit king was obliterated”, and they had completely forgotten the existence of the spirit king. They only felt that the fairy city on that day was the same as every day for hundreds of years, calm and nothing happened.
So they couldn’t figure it out, and they didn’t have time to stop them, so they could only yell out: “Tianxiu! It’s so against the fairy rules!”
Everyone knows that trespassing on the Lingtai is not allowed, it is against the rules of heaven.Xiao Fuxuan must have known it too, but that spiritual consciousness never stopped.
They only vaguely saw Tianxiu’s phantom in the cold wind of snow foam, their faces were as cold as ice, and the bottom of their eyes were red.
Their exclamations and warnings fell behind in a blink of an eye, saying: “What happened? Why is Tianxiu suddenly like this?!”
In fact, even Xiao Fuxuan himself couldn’t tell what happened.
His body was still sitting stiff in the heavy snow beyond the extreme north, still holding the unfinished white jade statue in his hand.He couldn’t tell exactly what happened, he only knew that at a certain moment, an unreasonable sadness enveloped him.
The land of the extreme north was vast and boundless, he smelled the snow in the wind, it was as cold as a thousand swords piercing his heart.
He pursed his thin and straight lips, looking down at the statue.Before he could react by himself, the spiritual consciousness had already left the body and went straight to the fairy capital.
He couldn’t tell what had happened, but he had to do something.
He should do something, or—
otherwise……
He didn’t even know what to pick up after “otherwise”, but his spiritual sense was like an epee, wedged on the peak of Lingtai.
At that moment, the peak suspended in the clouds buzzed and trembled, cracks spread from the feet of Xiao Fuxuan’s phantom, and broken stones splashed.
Holding the sword in his hand, he raised his head and said, “What did you do?”
“What exactly… did you do?”
The obliteration of the Dao of Heaven leaves no room and no trace.Everyone in the world should—
They will come back from the brief blankness, do whatever they want, and forget the day behind them.
All the vacancies in the past will be filled by some natural reasons, and there will be no trance or doubt in retrospect.They will feel that things have always been like this, and the world has always been like that, and nothing has changed.
This should be the case for all, without exception.
But… there is Xiao Fuxuan.
***
All the immortals in Lingtai have never been able to know what happened on the highest peak of that day and before the Lingtai case.
In fact, that day, they saw with their own eyes the twelve peaks suspended in the clouds shake, and the evil vortex under the south window turned into a raging wave again.They even received an edict at a certain moment, and rushed to the top of the mountain with magic weapons.
But later on, they didn’t remember anything, because what happened on the altar that day was also erased.
In the end, they only remembered the moment when Tianxiu’s spiritual consciousness came with the wind, and the well-known result.
Later, people often said: “If all the immortals in Xiandu violate the immortal rules, they will all have to go to the twelve peaks of Lingtai to kneel and receive heaven’s punishment, but Tianxiu is an exception. After all, he is the only immortal who was summoned, independent of everyone else. If you violate the rules of the immortals, you may be punished differently, it is the so-called ban.”
***
The moment Xiao Fuxuan’s spiritual consciousness returned to his body, a pale golden prohibition emerged from the meridians on his wrist, penetrated his whole body, and gathered in his heart.It was a silent confinement, using the snowfield thousands of miles away from the extreme north where his body was located as a prison, sealing him there.
The memories that had been slightly loosened under the sadness of Wan Jian Chuanxin were erased and disinfected over and over again during the circulation of the ban.
He often looked down at the white jade statue, it was clearly a dead thing, and his face was blank.But he felt that it should be agile, sassy and slightly cunning.
It should be smiling, showing laziness in its pride, and talking to him in a teasing way.
But it never spoke.
Everyone in Xiandu felt that Tianxiu Shangxian was able to suppress the boundless evil spirit and endured the boundless silence, so he should like quietness, even he himself felt that it seemed to be the case.
But sometimes he would sit on the snowfield with his eyes closed, and suddenly open his eyes.
He would raise his head and look somewhere above for no apparent reason.It’s as if there will be a ringing sound there, or someone will call him “Xiao Fuxuan”.
But no.
The sky above the extreme north is always a blue color, mixed with white snow, foggy, and boundless.
Sometimes he would suddenly have an obsession, wanting to finish carving that statue.He condensed the sword aura without killing intent on his fingertips, and tried to conceive for a long time, but he couldn’t figure out what kind of eyebrows and eyes this statue should have.
In the end, he always withdrew his sword energy, but his fingers lightly landed on the side of the statue’s face.
He used a brocade bag to put the statue down, and the brocade bag was transformed by him. It was white with silver threads, and it was incompatible with his soap-colored boots and robe.
He held the brocade bag in a daze for a long time before hanging it on his waist.
The pale golden prohibition circulated [-] times a day without stopping for a moment, and his heart and these subconscious habits kept tugging at the prohibition.
He used to have the feeling of thousands of swords piercing his heart for no reason, and he has it every day, and he will return to peace every day.
If it is said that the entire world has experienced the obliteration of the King of Souls, then this seemingly remote north is experiencing obliteration day and night.
Over and over again, day in and day out, day in and day out.
So day after day, it took a whole hundred years.
***
The day Xiao Fuxuan returned to Xiandu from the extreme north, it was March in the world.
But he didn’t know it at first.
Because the huge fairy city is full of smoke and brocade, and it is like this all year round, it is hard to tell which season it is.
He walked through the entrance of Xiandu and stepped on the high white jade steps. The twelve peaks of Lingtai hang above the clouds, corresponding to the blue and gray, half hidden and half visible.Several immortal emissaries from Lingtai meandered by, and when they saw him, they bowed and performed the immortal salute, and called out, “Lord Tianxiu.”
They were still a little afraid of him, they didn’t dare to get close to him or talk too much, just like before.After saluting, they turned around squarely and continued to the Lingtai.
When Xiao Fuxuan returned to the south window, the twelve little boys were waiting respectfully by the courtyard gate.When seeing him, they said neatly: “My lord is back!”
These little boys were very happy, smiling with their eyes bent, and couldn’t find any problems.
But Xiao Fuxuan frowned slightly.
The movement was really small, so small that he didn’t even realize it.He only felt that these little boys were a little quiet for a certain moment.
But the boys are all sent by the Court of Rites, and the Court of Rituals is used to being particular. The boys and envoys sent out are all well-behaved, and they can’t find a single fault in every gesture.Compared with the Immortal Envoy of Lingtai, the things in his palace are slightly better.
He was used to walking around alone, in fact, he didn’t need any fairy envoys. When Li Ge sent these twelve boys over, he should have returned the same way.It was probably because the ghost was fascinated that he suddenly changed his mind.
The little boy has been busy since he entered the door, circling around him, taking care of everything properly.But they didn’t chatter non-stop, so that under the huge south window, there seemed to be so many “people”, but there was no noise, and it was still very clean.
Only at a certain moment, a little boy sighed softly: “It’s only 100 years, so fast.”
Xiao Fuxuan was changing clothes, but when he heard this, he glanced at him and said in a deep voice, “Soon?”
The little boy probably didn’t expect him to answer, and was taken aback.The fly whisk on his hand trembled, and he subconsciously shook his head.It took a while to react, and said, “Don’t you think so?”
Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his gaze, put the sword aside, and after a while said in a deep voice, “Yes.”
He suddenly realized that a hundred years is really not too long for an immortal, and sometimes it is just a flick of a finger.And the reason why he feels that it will be endless is probably because… the snow is falling too much outside the extreme north.
He untied the silver silk brocade bag at his waist and put it aside.His fingers touched the table, but he stopped suddenly.
The little boy hugged his sword and was about to put it away together with the brocade bag. Seeing this, he blinked in wonder, and after a long time, he carefully called out: “My lord?”
Xiao Fuxuan came back to his senses, saw him stretching out his hand waiting, and said softly, “You don’t need to accept this.”
The little boy nodded in response. He was very polite and didn’t ask any more questions.But he accidentally caught a glimpse through the mouth of the brocade bag, and let out a soft “Huh”.
Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids, waiting for him to finish.
The little boy covered his mouth, a little embarrassed.In the Court of Rituals, peeping and questioning are inappropriate, and they should do everything properly and be well-behaved.
But his lord raised his eyes and waited, and he didn’t dare not answer. Finally he hesitated and said: “My lord, I accidentally saw the statue in the brocade bag. Why doesn’t he have eyebrows?”
Xiao Fuxuan replied in a deep voice, “I haven’t finished carving.”
He had already changed into a spotless robe, and buckled the brocade bag back to his waist.The little boy looked at it curiously, and wanted to ask him why he carried an unfinished statue with him like this, but he still didn’t have the guts in the end.
The children cleaned up in a regular manner, and some of them who had nothing to do kept watch outside the door, quietly and quietly.
Obviously it should be like this, the whole fairyland is like this.But Xiao Fuxuan scanned around and suddenly felt dull.
He can endure the dead silence of the snowfield, and rarely have the idea of ”boring”.So when this thought appeared, even he himself was slightly surprised.
Still, he glanced out the window and stepped out the door.
The little boy hurriedly followed and asked, “Where are you going, sir?”
According to the usual practice in Xiandu, they were going to follow, so one or two stopped silently nodding their heads and setting up stakes, and caught up with his lord with short legs.
Fortunately, although the adults in his family looked stern and unreasonable, they didn’t make things difficult for them. Although they didn’t ask them to follow, they stopped for a while when they saw that they wanted to chase.
“Does your lord have something to do?” the little boy raised his head and asked.
Another little boy replied: “There must be something to do. When have you ever seen an adult wandering around with nothing to do?”
Another little boy nodded and agreed: “We adults never hang out, and we never stop by.”
Indeed, Tianxiu Shangxian would never visit anyone’s palace as a guest, and no one under the south window had ever stepped into the gate to visit.
He has always been a loner, which is well known in Xiandu.
However, it didn’t take long for these little boys to figure out something was wrong.His lord’s posture doesn’t look like he’s going to do something, because he’s neither going to the altar nor going down to the world.On the contrary, it was a few flying around, going deeper and deeper.
After a while, the little boy finally realized…his adults seemed to be wandering around.
It’s not appropriate to say “wandering”, because it doesn’t mean to wander around the courtyard, but it seems that there is no destination.Sandwiched between the two, the little boy was confused and very puzzled.
They just walked through the entire Xiandu without “idling” until they reached a very remote place.
Other places in Xiandu are full of palaces and mansions, but this place is different.Looking around here, there are clouds and mist shrouded in the past. There is only an empty palace in the huge place, and there is a high abandoned fairy terrace next to it. It seems that no one has ever lived here.
People in Xiandu have some taboos about “Abandoned Xiantai”, so there is no one here, only Xiao Fuxuan’s passing briefly broke the silence.
At that moment, the wind from the world suddenly swept over, and there were still flower petals that came from nowhere in the wind, whirled in the wind, and gently touched the empty window lattice of the palace.
Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyes at that moment.
He watched the fluffy petals sweep across the window lattice, and land on the white jade window sill again, forming a shallow puddle.He squinted his eyes in the wind, his eyes fell on the window lattice and did not return to his senses for a long time.
He suddenly thought of the vast snowfield beyond the extreme north. He could see endless paleness as far as he could see, and there was no sound in his heart, as if a piece had been gouged out out of thin air. Only the pale golden ban had been circulated billions of times. stop.
Xiao Fuxuan looked at the window and opened his mouth in a low voice, and asked, “How long is it in the world?”
The little boy was stunned for a moment, then replied: “March, spring in March.”
Another little boy took advantage of the situation and received: “Why do you ask this? Do you want to go to the world?”
***
After the little boy spoke, it didn’t take long for Xiao Fuxuan to receive a heavenly edict.
In the past, the heavenly edicts he received were not bad, because there was a chaos of evil spirits somewhere in the world, which was not something ordinary immortals could resist, and he was needed to put down the chaos.
But this time it was a little different. This time the Tianzhao did not ask him to kill any demons, nor did he want to wipe out any place, but asked him to go to the Canglang Northern Territory.
He is in charge of the Canglang Northern Territory, and all the demons who have been punished will be imprisoned there, and within a few days they will suffer so much that their souls will be scattered.
It was a place where the evil spirits in the world were frightened, but it didn’t just stand there for no reason. Every hundred years or so, he would go to the Canglang Northern Territory to protect it with the spirits.In order to ensure that the place that can deter evil spirits can be solid and stable.
Originally, Xiao Fuxuan was supposed to go straight to the north when he came down to the human world, but when he first arrived in the human world, he heard that there was a Zhaoye city in the south…
I heard that during the hundred years he spent in the extreme north, a demon head left his house in a wilderness in the south. Since then, all the demons in the world have gathered to the south. Devil’s Nest, today’s Zhaoye City.And the devil who fell into the mansion in the first place became the city lord of Zhaoye City.
Xiao Fuxuan should not have changed his course.
In the absence of a heavenly edict, even he cannot intervene in the affairs of the world.
But he accidentally changed his direction that night and went south alone.He wanted to take a look at the current scale of Zhaoye City, where it was located, and what it looked like.
If it was really a devil’s lair as the rumors said, sooner or later he would receive a heavenly edict to wipe it down.
From his place to Zhaoye City, there are two roads.One passes through the fields of Jiaming, and the other passes through the common people’s city.
He chose the latter, because there was a statue of a god he had sealed in Jiaming Wilderness, which could watch the boundless wilderness for him.On the contrary, towns at night are more dangerous. In the past, evil spirits often took advantage of the night to enter the city to make troubles.
When Xiao Fuxuan stepped into the city gate holding the sword, the lantern stream formed by the common people was heading towards the long street.
He saw the lights reflecting from that street market, shining into pieces, reflecting a warm yellow on the pavilions.There are also noisy human voices coming from the corners of the walls and alleys, melting into the cool night wind of the spring moon.
He stopped suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, he had already lightly stepped on the eaves and landed on the corner of the long street like a hawk.
People in the market were like dragons, and dozens of people dressed as immortals passed by him protecting the stream of lights.
It was very strange, at that moment he suddenly remembered that there was a place in the world called Luohuatai, where there used to be a very lively mountain city, the lights were like a long dragon, winding and undulating, stretching for a full twelve miles.
He has been there a few times, but always walked around.He always thought that he didn’t have a deep impression of it, until now when he suddenly thought of it, he realized that he remembered a lot of things in the mountain city.
There are always many tea customers in the tea shop not far from the entrance, and the sound of the storyteller’s wake-up wood can be heard on the street.Some inns are full of rooms every day, and some are empty at the door.The lights there will not go out once they are lit, and they have been on day and night since the market opened.The more night, the louder the noise.
There are often hawkers carrying bamboo tubes and racks to sell, and the bamboo racks are filled with children’s favorite food or toys, bamboo birds, bells, and masks.
Some guests are very interested in picking, and will hold a mask to cover their faces for comparison.Sometimes I lift a corner of my mask and smile…
***
The sound of gongs and cymbals in the market was heard at that time, and Xiao Fuxuan came back to his senses suddenly, and saw the lights all over the market being sent into the night sky by the people.
He looked up, but inadvertently passed through the intertwined lights and saw a person standing by the high pavilion railing opposite.
There was no light in the pavilion, the corner was dim, and the silhouette of that person was blurred, as if it would melt into the thin mist with the night wind at any time.
Until the light flickered from the front of the pavilion.
At that moment, Xiao Fuxuan smelled the evil energy in the wind and saw those eyes.
When the light flashed by, those eyes contained a bright color, and when the man lowered his eyes, the bright color melted away.
For a moment, Xiao Fuxuan thought of the snowfield beyond the extreme north again. He vaguely remembered that when the ban was first circulated, he seemed to have experienced Wan Jian piercing the heart for some reason.
By the time he reacted, he had already turned to the back of the building, and fell into the dim second floor through the half-opened window lattice.
He saw the corpses of demons all over the floor, each of them looked shriveled.He had dealt with demons too much, and he could tell at a glance that he had been sucked out of everything by a more powerful demon.
Xiao Fuxuan was startled, and raised his eyes.Seeing the person standing by the railing covering his eyes, he moved back a foot.
The shadow of the lamp outside the building fell in front of the man’s boots, carrying the unique rune flavor of the exorcism lamp.He avoided those lights and stood in the thick night.
He turned his back to Xiao Fuxuan, only one step away.
His hanging hand was still dripping with blood, and his body was filled with an unstoppable evil spirit, stronger than any evil spirit Xiao Fuxuan had slashed.
According to the sayings in the world, he is a once-in-a-hundred-year demon, and he should pass through his heart with a long sword.
Xiao Fuxuan looked at the person in front of him, and moved the finger hanging by his side, but it was not the hand holding the sword.At that moment, he looked as if he was going to raise his hand, touch the other person or something…
But in the end, he only heard himself asking: “Are you… Wu Xingxue?”
The person with his back to him didn’t move. Obviously, there was no Exorcist lamp shining in, but he still covered his eyes and never turned around.
Xiao Fuxuan couldn’t see his appearance, couldn’t see his eyes.He only heard a slight hoarseness in his voice, and after a long time lowered his hand, he replied: “Why do you think I am Wu Xingxue, you know him?”
The room was silent for a moment, when Xiao Fuxuan’s deep voice sounded.
“I’ve heard of it,” he said.
