In the spring of the second year after the white jade statue was put into the temple, the flames of war were temporarily extinguished, and Luohuatai had a real mountain city for the first time.
Because the sacred trees are always half dead and half prosperous, the canopy is like clouds, and there is no flowering period of ordinary plants. People who have seen Shenmu say that the flowers covering the branches are a bit like red apricots in the world.
At that time, there was a mountain beside the Dongjiang River, which is where Dream City was located later, called Tingshan Mountain, where the apricot blossom forest stretched and bloomed the most in March every year.
So people based on the apricot blossoms in Tingshan, set a flowering period for Shenmu, and chose the memorable day of the third day of March as the beginning of the mountain city.
Wu Xingxue was watching when the lights were turned on in Luohuashan City, the first scene in the world.
He leaned invisibly by the side of the sacred tree, looking down at the winding mountain that began to brighten in the evening, stringing lanterns and stringing lanterns, holding candles and holding candles, until it continued to the end of the mountains, almost horizon.
He vaguely remembered how he felt at that time...
Seeing the busy pedestrians and the chattering voices in the mountain city, he felt comfortable and happy.
He was born here, and he loves it for some reasons. He hoped that Luohuashan City would always be this lively, and that it would become a very good place in the world where visitors from all over the world would gather, and that it would become famous far and wide.
Because the more lively this place is, the more likely that young general will come here after his reincarnation...
He has been thinking about this for a long time, and it has almost become a habit.
Even if the sacred tree was sealed and the temple was no longer, he did not get rid of this old habit.
He never shared the original reason with anyone. As long as Luohuashan City is mentioned, he will always say: "It's a very interesting place, very lively."
To this day, Wu Xingxue held the jade carving and looked at the person beside him, and called out to the other person in a daze for a long time, "Xiao Fuxuan."
Xiao Fuxuan was still holding onto his wrist, his eyes fell on the flower branch of Shenmu Jade, and he was lost in thought for a moment. Hearing this, his eyes moved, and he looked at Wu Xingxue.
At that moment, Wu Xingxue really had a slight impulse—
He kind of hoped that the other party would remember what happened back then, and what he said under the sacred tree on that mysterious autumn night. In this way, he can point to the trees full of flowers and smile to ask for credit, saying: Xiao Fuxuan, the flowers I want to see.
But that night was actually very painful for the other party.
How many people did he hurt in the flames of war, and by how many people? His capital, family, and colleagues may have all disappeared in those long nights full of wind and smoke. How many dead souls were there in the wilderness he passed through when he walked towards Shenmu, which ones respected him, and some hated him.
And when the thunder strikes the bones and dies, will there be momentary reluctance and loneliness...
As long as I think of these, those faint impulses will disappear.
Don't even think about it.
Wu Xingxue thought to herself.
So he opened his mouth, laughed dumbly again, and finally said calmly: "Look, the flowers of the Shenmu."
After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and stopped looking at Xiao Fuxuan, so as not to be aware of the fleeting regret.
Unexpectedly, he just turned away and was about to put down the jade carving when he heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice: "Wu Xingxue."
"Is it Shenmu?" he said.
Wuxing Shelton.
Xiao Fuxuan: "They said that you can't touch jade carvings, except Shenmuji."
Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.
"I also said that I was born in Luohuatai."
Wu Xingxueyi didn't say anything, just looked at him like that.
"I..." Xiao Fuxuan paused, glanced at the young man leaning against the tree on the jade carving and then turned back: "Is that the white general?"
Afraid that Xiao Fuxuan would remember something, Wu Xingxue stared into the other person's eyes for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief in her heart - it should be just a guess, not a memory.
He was relieved, and then he answered: "They talk in a confused way, vaguely, so they can't be taken seriously. But just asking me, I should be the most confused person here."
Xiao Fuxuan looked down at him, and said after a while: "I'm not happy, it seems like I remembered something."
Wu Xingxue froze.
After a while, he saw Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and touched his face with the crook of his finger, and asked gently, "Why does it bloom?"
…
The majestic devil suddenly fell silent.
At that moment, whether it was regret or pity, all the feelings disappeared in a flash. Instead, another thought flashed past without beginning or end - I am afraid that the presence of the immortals in the sky is not a disaster.
Wu Xingxue was about to open her mouth to answer him when she suddenly heard a commotion.
He and Xiao Fuxuan were stunned at the same time, turned their heads to look where the restlessness came from, and saw those hanged people with their noses raised, as if they were smelling something. The direction they rushed was not elsewhere, but the jade carving.
In this way, Wu Xingxue also sniffed a few times.
There is indeed a smell in this temple, like... the smell of blood.
He was still a little puzzled at first, but when he glanced over the jade carving, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Fuxuan's blood from his previous life had been injected into the jade carving. Just now when Yu Diao woke up suddenly, the smell of blood slowly came out.
The soul has always been sensitive, and it is not unusual to smell it.
Weird is their reaction to smelling that blood...
I saw those who hanged upside down raised their noses and showed confused expressions, as if they were trying their best to recall something, but they couldn't remember immediately. The grunts spread like a tide.
"This taste..."
"I seem to have smelled blood somewhere." "Yes, it's so familiar."
"Me too, I also feel a little familiar."
"But... where did you smell it?"
…
They kept discussing, the movement of inhaling became more and more obvious, and their movements also showed a bit of weirdness.
"What's wrong with them?" Wu Xingxue was puzzled, and he felt something was wrong.
Xiao Fuxuan, who came to the world with blood, and these hanged people all came from Luohuashan City. Luohua Mountain City only existed after Bai Jiang, no matter what year these people landed in Mountain City, they shouldn't have any reaction to the smell of blood, let alone feel "somewhat familiar".
He suddenly remembered what Xiao Fuxuan said before: Mortals use their souls to reincarnate.
Those living in Luohuashan City are their flesh and blood in this life, and their flesh and blood returned to this world, so it is impossible for them to have any connection with Xiao Fuxuan from the previous life. It's different here, these hanged people are souls, and the souls will not change no matter how many lives they reincarnate, and they will always be the same as before.
Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue's face tightened.
Xiao Fuxuan suddenly said: "Is the blood in the jade carving real?"
Wu Xingxue subconsciously said, "No."
After answering, he made a "tsk", a little annoyed.
Doesn't this admit in disguise that he remembered something
But the situation is not good, Xiao Fuxuan didn't say much, just looked at him, and said, "That's good."
Wu Xingxue was stunned: "Why do you say that?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "What can be remembered by Lingpo is definitely not a good thing."
Wu Xingxue's heart beat, and was about to ask, when Xiao Fuxuan said: "Ordinary people will not have memories of the previous life, and the same is true for the stripped soul. If there are still some impressions left, it must be a very profound thing."
He paused, then said in a deep voice, "Most likely we can't do without."
Wu Xingxue could understand what he meant without further explanation.
It's easy to understand when you think about it-for me, the moment is always the most memorable. That is the last moment, and it is often the most painful moment, and pain lasts longer than pleasure.
Because these souls hanging upside down are separated from life, they remember that things in this world are very normal. If you remember what happened before, I'm afraid... it really only has something to do with "".
In other words...
Is it the blood of Xiao Fuxuan's previous life, related to the previous life of these hanged people
Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue only felt a chill rushing to the top of his head.
The moment this thought flashed, he suddenly heard the familiar sword cry.
From the corner of my eye, Xiao Fuxuan's shadow flashed by.
He lifted it up suddenly, and saw that the sword tip of Tianxiu Shangxian had reached the forehead of a nearby hanged man.
I heard Xiao Fuxuan say something in a low voice: "Offended."
The Hanged Bead shrank suddenly, and the moment the sword tip touched the top, it screamed sadly, and the whistling sound went straight to the sky, Wu Xingxue's brain trembled when he heard it.
Since it is an impression related to "", it is most likely to be aroused when death is approaching again. The hanged man opened his eyes wide amidst the lingering sound of the sword cry and scream, and exclaimed, "I remember the smell of blood!"
"I remembered..."
Xiao Fuxuan's move is not real "examination", but it is similar to "examination".
The next moment, the fragmented picture flashed quickly—
It was a wilderness with no sky, mixed with the neighing of horses and the screams of killing.
The moment Wu Xingxue saw that picture, he understood that it was a battlefield...
It was the white general who once walked through the battlefield, and the reason why the hanged man felt the smell of blood seemed familiar, because he was on that battlefield in that life, facing the white general, under the long sword.
At the last moment before him, what he smelled was Bai Jiangman's blood.
…
The screaming sound still lingered in the temple, Wu Xingxue hurriedly lifted it up, and looked at Xiao Fuxuan through the dissipated scene.
Those fragmentary pictures aroused the memories of other hanged people, so similar words fell down, and the voice of the "tide" flooded towards Xiao Fuxuan——
"I remembered..."
"I remembered too."
"Yes."
"He killed me."
…
Wu Xingxue had been too suspicious before, and chose these people in order to ban the sacred tree, because he would use the soul of a mortal to suppress the towering sacred tree. If causality is to be involved, these people have no causal connection with Shenmu, because they are the only ones.
At this moment, he suddenly understood—
Xiao Fuxuan, who was in the previous life, had given shelter to Shenmu before, and he was the person most involved with Shenmu. And he was once a young general, walking through the flames of war, with dead souls on the bottom of his sword.
Someone... specially found those people who had been on the battlefield and under the sword of the general in their previous lives, gathered them in Luohuashan City one by one, and finally took their souls and detained them here.
Taking advantage of the karma between them and Xiao Fuxuan, which is full of "killing obstacles", to seal the sacred tree that Xiao Fuxuan had protected.
No wonder!
No wonder Xiao Fuxuan's pardon could not free these souls. With that cause and effect lying ahead, how could they be freed. If you want to move by force, you have to move to Xiao Fuxuan.
Wu Xingxue's face turned cold instantly.
He saw Xiao Fuxuan's handsome and cold face showed an extremely rare instant emptiness. Seeing Tianxiu, who was as bright as white jade, put away his sword, holding the hilt, silently looked at those trapped souls...
Wu Xingxue's heart was pierced by delicate things.