Ning Huaishan silently grabbed a piece of flesh from Fang Chu's waist, and whispered: "Did you see, King Ling..."
Fang Chu: "..."
He gritted his teeth and groaned back the pain, and pinched Ning Huaishan's fingers instead: "I see, I'm not blind, why don't you pull it again?"
Ning Huaishan: "I might as well be blind."
He thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more bizarre he felt: "That's our city lord, the entire Demon Cave Zhaoye City was marked out by him, a well-known devil, how could someone call him the name of an immortal?" No."
"...Why, are you crazy?"
"It's not ruled out that they look alike, they admit it wrong, or—" Fang Chu held back his reasons with difficulty, but gave up halfway through, "Forget it, I can't make it up, so let it be."
The face of their city lord, it is very difficult to find someone who looks like it in the whole world. In all kinds of rumors, people who have met him say that he is unforgettable, so how could he be mistaken
What's more, both Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu remembered the movement of the Ling King catching the thrown sword...
After staying by Wu Xingxue's side for a while, he knew that this devil didn't like to take troublesome things in his hands. What to use, often use local materials, or ask people around you.
Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu followed the longest, and they would obediently hand over the things as soon as Wu Xingxue reached out.
And every time Wu Xingxue catches something, he turns his fingers.
It is ironic to say that in the fairy capital of ten thousand seats in the Yao Palace, he turns his sword lightly and gracefully. When he arrives at the devil's lair on earth, he becomes incomprehensible carelessness...
Obviously it's the same action.
Ning Huaishan was stunned for a moment, then shook this strange thought out of his head again. Together with Fang Chu, he looked at the city lord of his family in amazement, trying to figure out the ins and outs.
However, Wu Xingxue was not less confused than the two of them.
He remained silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and asked Yun Hai, "What did you call me?"
Yun Hai did not answer again.
He had been sleeping underground for a long time, without seeing the sun, his face was sickly pale, like paper ashes burned during human sacrifices, which seemed to disperse when the wind blows.
He blinked lightly and slowly, his eyeballs swept over all Wu Xingxue's reactions, and then slowly turned to Xiao Fuxuan, his gaze swept across his wrist with the black mark from top to bottom.
Afterwards, Yun Hai closed his eyes, his body trembling lightly under the wrapping of vines.
After a while, Wu Xingxue realized that he was laughing.
Because he was too weak, he smiled silently but uncontrollably.
"You actually asked me, what's your name..." Yun Hai moved his lips lightly, but still could only make a very weak breath. It was as if the vines were so tightly wrapped around his chest and throat that he couldn't even breathe out a full breath.
But he has long been used to this kind of bondage and doesn't care. He just closed his eyes and repeated in a barely audible hoarse voice: "I never thought that one day, you would ask me what I called you..."
"Isn't that the question that would be asked by a destitute immortal who was knocked out of the fairy capital and sent back to the human world? He heard it from you..."
Yun Hai laughed silently for a few more times, and said slowly: "Ling Wang... Tianxiu... is summoned by the sky, does not eat offerings, does not rely on incense..."
When he closed his eyes, he looked calm as if he was in a dream, and the scene of just entering Xiandu in the dream was still as vivid as yesterday. He slowly repeated what the Lingtai Immortal Envoy had said.
"I used to... envy you all." He finished repeating, and said softly.
After hearing this, Wu Xingxue raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Fuxuan.
At that moment, a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind - "I really envy you..."
The voice is not so hoarse, and the tone is not so light, it is more like a casual complaint between friends. Wu Xingxue didn't recall the complete picture, but subconsciously knew that it was what Yun Hai said.
It was said by Yun Hai who was still in Xiandu.
At that time, Yun Hai had just been relegated to the mountain god of the Great Compassion Valley, and was still being punished by Xianshou Huaxin. He passed the Lingtai six times in one day but had no face to enter. The most remote "sitting in the spring breeze".
It was rare for the Ling King to be there, and he sat with his legs propped up by the window sill, and there was still a bottle of immortal wine on the table in front of him, and two empty ones.
"You always say that few people come here, and few people come here, but everything is well placed." At that time, Yun Hai hadn't survived for nearly a hundred years, no matter how he thought about it, he would not spread the gloom in front of others, as long as he opened his mouth, there would always be Bring a joke: "Spirit King, don't you have an appointment with a beautiful woman? Is it a coincidence that I came here?"
"It's just a coincidence, there's still time to run now." King Ling replied angrily.
"That won't work, I was frustrated today, I have to find a place to talk, otherwise..." Yun Hai paused.
"Otherwise what?"
"Otherwise I might have to go to the Lingtai for the seventh round." Yun Hai laughed at himself.
It is a consistent rule that King Ling does not ask about Lingtai. He didn't answer this sentence, but instead asked him: "What setback did you suffer, and you are so overwhelmed?"
"Can I drink this wine?" Yun Hai asked.
"Impossible." King Ling brushed it with his hand, and the fairy wine and the empty cup landed firmly on the empty plate held by the fairy boy. "This is my apology."
After speaking, he waved to another fairy boy, and handed Yun Hai a jug of new wine.
"Apologize? Who dares to ask you to make an apology? Good wine with a beautiful woman, wouldn't it be a shame to make amends?" Yun Hai muttered, pouring himself a glass of wine.
Others are full of wine and sorrow, and their complaints are out of their mouths.
Yun Hai drank three cups, but he didn't say what setback he suffered, only complained that the new wine in the wine pool was not as sweet as the old one, and after three cups, he became drunk.
He held up the wine glass, knocked it on the cup in front of the Lingwang, and said: "I really envy you, you don't have to worry about the incense being left out, and you can live longer than the Lingtai."
"Why does my lord compare his life with the Lingtai?" Before the Lingwang could speak, the little boy wondered.
In the end, Yun Hai just laughed, then squeezed the little boy's face, put his arms around the jug and said, "The little boys in the Lingtai are just like little old men, not at all as cute and clever as Sitting Spring Breeze."
King Ling was not polite at all: "That's natural, after all, he is my child."
The little boy ran away rubbing his face, but bumped into a pair of long legs at the door, and yelled "Ouch".
King Ling raised his eyes, Yun Hai also turned his head in a daze, and saw Tianxiu Shangxian Xiao Mian raised the screen and stood by the door.
His eyes swept across the room, and finally landed on the fairy wine that Yun Hai was hugging. After a while, he looked at King Ling, and said softly, "You grabbed the fairy bamboo leaves from my palace and left a note on the boy's forehead, just to ask me to come and see this."
Yun Hai was already confused at that time, looked left and right, laughed and said: "It's the first time I heard Tianxiu Shangxian say so many words, it's really strange, I've learned a lot."
He said again: "You said good wine with a beautiful woman, wouldn't it be Lord Tianxiu?"
Tianxiu Shangxian's face suddenly became very exciting.
He originally planned to leave, but suddenly changed his mind, and just held up the misty veil with two fingers, waiting to hear what other nonsense he had to say.
Perhaps it was because there were too many interruptions at that time, and Yun Hai probably couldn't even remember what he said in a word. It was not mentioned again until hundreds of years later.
However, the people who chatted and laughed with their arms around the flagon now look like ghosts. The Tianxiu Shangxian who came here through the curtain back then, now only has a body and body, and the master of the Yao Palace who treated the guests back then, even forgot who he was, sat alone in the spring breeze, but did not see the Spirit King.
"I used to think that the two of you are the ones who don't have to worry about life and death or the destruction of immortals. They will last as long as the Lingtai and the immortal head. I didn't expect..."
Yun Hai's silent smile was full of sarcasm, he didn't know if he was mocking himself or others.
"How did you become like this?" He was silent for a moment, then suddenly his neck twitched slightly, and the eyeballs under his eyelids trembled for a moment, "Ah", and said as if remembering something: "Yes, even Xiandu If you are dead, you will naturally be unable to do anything."
Hearing this, Wu Xingxue frowned: "How do you know that Xiandu is dead?"
Ning Huaishan and the others followed closely for a moment, and said, "That's right. How did you know?"
Yun Hai was nailed here, at least hundreds of years ago, and Xiandu was very good at that time.
Even in the past few hundred years, he has absorbed a lot of nutrients for himself through "offering seals", and lured the people to come here through dreams, hoping to break the suppression formation. But no one would go deep into the tomb and tell the people underground about the current world.
Then how did he know that Xiandu was dead
Wu Xingxue glanced at it, and suddenly found runes engraved on the stone wall along the edge of the deep cave. The reason why she didn't notice it before was because the runes were too dense and messy. At first glance, she couldn't make out them at all. She thought they were cracks from the shock. .
Now that I looked carefully, I realized that the reason why the runes were too dense and messy was because they were stacked in two layers—there was an old layer, and a new layer was added later.
And the strokes of the two layers of runes seem to be different, not from the same person.
If we talk about the old runes, they were left behind when Hua Xin buried Yun Hai deeply at this time...
What about the new one
A guess suddenly flashed in Wu Xingxue's mind.
He suddenly looked at Yun Hai, who was wrapped in vines, and heard the other party half-opened his eyes, and said softly, "Because I went out."
Everyone was shocked for a moment.
This sentence was simple, but it shocked the disciples of the immortal sect into a cold sweat.
The demons that live here have actually gone out? !
They were about to set up a sword formation again, when Doctor Wu suddenly asked, "Is it... more than twenty years ago?"
"Did you go out more than twenty years ago?"
"Did you... Did you come to Hua's house?"
Doctor Wusheng tried his best to recall the strangers Hua's family had treated more than twenty years ago. At that time, the Great Sad Valley was full of chaos, too many people had been tricked, and there was an endless stream of visitors every day, almost stepping down the threshold of the Hua family.
If this demon is mixed among those people, then the unreasonable appearance of him and Hua Zhaoting's neck seals can explain...
"But why did you come out?!"
Yun Hai answered irrelevantly, and said, "I've been to Hua's house more than once."
The moment the voice fell, the vines binding him suddenly swelled, as if they were alive, and with the sound of violent wind, they slammed towards everyone.
The disciple of Xianmen pierced the vine with a sword, and saw more evil spirit overflowing from the stem, continuously!
His sudden outburst caught most people off guard.
Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan's long sword hadn't been sheathed yet, and the golden light swung away like a vast wave of water. Wherever it passes, the vines are destroyed!
Amidst the broken vines and evil energy, the tip of the sword of Mianzi pierced straight down, and stopped suddenly when it was about to pierce through Yunhao's heart.
At that moment, the entire tomb was silent.
Everyone held their breath for a while, when they heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice: "Since you've gone out, why come back?"
Everyone froze for a moment and reacted one after another.
Yes, since you have been out before, why do you want to come back? You have thought hard and done so much, isn't it just to break free from the oppression and see the light of day again
They also belatedly realized that Yun Hai's sudden explosion just now was more like a dead end than an ultimate move. Knowing that Xiao Fuxuan was present, such a violent attack would not have any second result other than a fatal blow.
What is he drawing...
Hearing Yun Hai's hoarse voice said: "I am old friends with King Ling, and I don't have a deep friendship with Lord Tianxiu, so don't always think about those unnecessary old friendships when you are about to fight."
As he said, the vines on his body suddenly entangled Xiao Fuxuan's sword, and as he couldn't bear the continuous explosion of immortal energy, he dragged the blade down fiercely—
Just heard a snort.
When the fairy sword pierced through the heart, the coolness was amazing. It reminded him of the gray sky in the Great Sad Valley hundreds of years ago...
Huaxin's sword, with peach branches on the hilt, is not so cold.
He didn't know why there was still room for change in the sword that was supposed to kill him back then. He also didn't know what Huaxin did when he fell into a long sleep.
He only knew that one day he opened his eyes suddenly as if he woke up from a dream, and found that his body was covered with things, and the sun was not visible above his head.
Surrounded by runes, he couldn't move.
When he was extremely anxious and his evil spirit was surging, he heard a voice, which was far away and very close. He was very familiar with that voice, and he would never forget it for several lifetimes.
The voice said, "I am horrified in vain."
So he calmed down instantly and listened to that sentence over and over again.
But sometimes, he can't control himself. This is the case with cultivating the way of evil spirits. At the end of the practice, it is not known whether he is manipulating the evil energy or the evil energy is manipulating him.
The feeling of the soul being divided into two came again, half saying: I want to go out, who can do anything to me
The other half said: No.
People from all over the world often pass by the Great Sad Valley, taking advantage of the loose formation, he sent a wisp of spiritual consciousness out of the tomb and clings to a passerby.
It was only when he smelled anger that he realized that he had really been hungry for too long. That day, he stood quietly on the altar of the fairy temple, overlooking the worshipers like a god statue back then, while mocking and leaving some marks on them.
At that moment, the other half of his soul said: You really are still that demon.
He tasted the sweetness of offering seals, so he used some other methods, even if he didn't have to do it himself, he could continuously absorb the spiritual energy.
He gathered more strength, so one day he attached to the body of a stranger again, and came out of the Valley of Great Sadness.
He looked at the long-familiar world and didn't know where to go for a while.
When he realized it, he was already standing in the hall of the Hua family in Chunban City, quietly looking at the portrait hanging in the hall.
At that moment, the evil spirit prevailed, and he became a little angry from embarrassment.
That half of the soul sneered: a person who wants to kill you, why should he be so obsessed with it
The other half said: But I am not completely dead.
The half body sneered again: Then you want to die again, to show your heart? I won't let you do what you want.
In those days, he did a lot of evil by relying on a ghost.
One is due to the nature of demons, and the other is... Maybe he also wants to see if that person will come to Xiandu again.
It doesn't matter if you reprimand him or kill him, it doesn't matter.
But he didn't wait.
Every time the Spirit God was about to run out, he would hide in the tomb and try to gather some "food". He didn't know how long he would sleep each time, months or years.
He was in a daze, and went in and out several times, until one day, he stood in the hall of Hua's house again, standing in front of Hua Xin's portrait, startled for a long time.
The little disciple of the Hua family asked him: "Sir, have you encountered trouble? Is it related to Hunmeng? Do you want to see Mr. Doctor Wusheng?"
He didn't know any doctor, and he didn't listen carefully to the little disciple's words, he was stunned for a long time, and asked: "How has Ming Wu Xianshou been doing in recent years?"
As a result, the little disciple opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Sir, the immortals have died for many years, the twelve immortals of the Lingtai no longer exist, and the heads of the immortals have also died."
Yun Hai couldn't remember how he escaped from the living body that day, nor did he remember whether he committed any crimes, or even how he returned to the Valley of Sorrow.
He just suddenly felt that the big world was nothing more than that.
What is there to see in the sun? It's not as good as the deep tomb under the Great Sad Valley, at least you can still hear that person's voice.
The conflict between his divided soul was so fierce for the first time, half wanted to escape, and half wanted to stay here forever.
Sometimes he is Hua Xin's apprentice Yun Hai, and sometimes he is the demon Yun Hai.
Sometimes sober, sometimes insane.
When he was insane, he tried his best to break through the layers of suppression. When he was awake, he added another layer of talismans to Huaxin's loose formation.
He competed with himself for another twenty years, which was enough.
Now that the giant formation has dissipated, he will never hear that person's voice again, so he doesn't have much nostalgia for it, so it's better to use the old man's sword to give himself a good time.
Since then, the world has been going on for thousands of miles, and it has nothing to do with him.