Those things that have long been submerged in the samsara of life and death become burdens because they are found out? And why is it Xiao Fuxuan
Just because of blocking that catastrophe
It's really unreasonable for someone to take advantage of something that he has missed for years... It's really unreasonable.
Wu Xingxue thought.
It would be fine if Xiao Fuxuan didn't remember the whole night.
A thought came to him suddenly, and at that moment he felt familiar. About hundreds of years ago, I thought so too.
He not only hoped that Xiao Fuxuan would not remember, but also hoped that some bound souls would also forget for a moment.
Spirits are not living people, and they don't think about the difference between one life and another. Under the influence of caring people, they only have instincts-they hate whoever killed them or brought them pain at this moment.
"It's you!"
"It's you!"
"You've made me miserable..."
"You just chopped off my hand!"
The soul trapped in pain and hatred screamed and rushed towards Xiao Fuxuan desperately.
They tried to sneak attack before, but Xiao Fuxuan chopped off their arms. Right now the hatred was strong, they suddenly became spirit again, fleshy white arms stretched out from the cut, like wildly growing wicker, stretching out densely towards that person.
That posture cannot be ended by cutting off his arm again.
If you cut them down and grow them again, if you grow them up, you will cut them down again, and the hatred will accumulate more and more, that is an endless cycle of reciprocation, until they are exhausted to death.
Just forget it.
At the critical moment, Wu Xingxue subconsciously touched his waist.
The moment his finger touched the white jade dream bell, he realized that the dream bell was broken, and he forgot how.
Sudden!
A vague sound of bells came from nowhere, but enveloped the entire forbidden area.
In an instant, even the wind and smoke stopped in the entire forbidden area, no longer flowing.
Those souls also froze suddenly, maintaining the posture of rushing towards Xiao Fuxuan, frozen in the dust and smoke. Those flesh-colored vine-like arms no longer grew wildly, and stopped only a few millimeters away from Xiao Fuxuan.
And Xiao Fuxuan paused for a moment with the sword in hand, then suddenly turned to look at Wu Xingxue.
"Did you ring the bell?" Xiao Fuxuan opened his mouth in a daze, looking at Wu Xingxue's waist.
Wu Xingxue was also a little confused: "I didn't."
His white jade bell was still quietly hanging on his waist, the cracks still existed, the sound did not come from it, but it sounded similar to Meng Lingshi.
Where will it be? who did it
Wu Xingxue listened carefully to the ringtone, trying to find where it came from. But because he listened too carefully, he also became confused for a moment under the sound of the ringtone. At one point, he even thought about the city.
He hurriedly broke free, then raised his head, and saw thousands of souls looking at his long arms, then at Xiao Fuxuan, and slowly retracted their hands with their heads full of confusion.
"Why are my hands so long?"
"Mine too, it's weird."
"What am I going to do?"
"I don't know, I'm also a little confused."
"Are you human again?!"
"This is a forbidden place, how did you get in?"
Those souls turned their heads slowly again, looked at Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, and threatened them as if they had never seen them before: "In the forbidden land, there are layers of sword formations and fire formations, and eighty-one nine-day profound thunders, you are so big!" courage?"
Wu Xingxue: "..."
Forget so fast. This effect is indeed like a dream bell.
He suddenly thought that when he first entered the inn, he saw a white jade bell that looked like a dream bell hanging on the counter of the inn.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly thought of another scene in the ringtone—
He thought he was holding the small white jade bell, and handed it to the innkeeper with big bags under his eyes, saying: "I heard that the innkeeper never sleeps peacefully at night, here is a little thing for you."
The shopkeeper took the bell, embarrassed and puzzled: "Young master is a member of the fairy sect? The bell... is it a magic weapon?"
"I accidentally got a fairy fate, and I learned the method of making it. I don't know if it can be used as a treasure, but it is rare to do it."
"Is there any work?"
He thought for a while, and smiled lightly: "Can... exorcise evil spirits, and keep safe."
The shopkeeper was skeptical, but he didn't dislike the "safety" thing, so he hung the jade bell by the counter of the inn.
…
Wu Xingxue suddenly came back to his senses.
The reason why he noticed that this inn was unusual before was because of the simple version of the dream bell hanging at the door. He was still wondering at the time that Meng Ling came here.
Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it was the Ji who lived a hundred years ago and discovered all kinds of things in the forbidden area. He didn't think of a proper solution for a while, and he was worried that the soul would benefit others in the future, thinking about those hatreds in the past, and causing trouble. So I left something very similar to a dream bell in the store, so that it can be calmed down when the soul is "soo".
But it was not the real Mengling after all, and it seemed that there was no need to force Xianli to shake it. It seems that when the soul goes crazy, it reacts.
The bell sound is also the most effective for the soul, but for people like him and Xiao Fuxuan, it is not so immediate.
But he will still be affected, and his mind will become a little dizzy in the ringtone.
"Small thing, so powerful..." Wu Xingxue muttered while holding the small bell around her waist. After he finished mumbling, he raised his eyes to look at Xiao Fuxuan. But seeing the other party standing there listening to the bell with downcast eyes, slightly frowning, a little lost in thought.
After a long time, Xiao Fuxuan raised his hand and "touched" the edge of his lips.
Wu Xingxue: "?"
He was a little confused, so when he was about to ask a question, Xiao Fuxuan suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, squinting his long eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Wu Xingxue was inexplicably guilty, and swallowed the question back.
He was being stared at by the other party, and a guess suddenly flashed through - he suspected that Xiao Fuxuan listened to the ring tone, and probably thought that hundreds of years ago, he let down his vigilance and was modified by Meng Ling.
As for "touching" the lips...
Um…
However, Wu Xingxue couldn't continue thinking, because the ringing never stopped, not only affected his soul, but even his confusion became heavier. If he stays in the ring for a while, I'm afraid he will be full of "magpies" again.
"Should we take shelter for a while—" Before Wu Xingxue's voice fell, a shadow instantly appeared in front of him.
He was grabbed by someone, and crashed into the breath of Tianxiu Shangxian.
Then his eyes darkened, his feet were empty, and he was taken out of the forbidden area.
The moment he passed through the entrance of the forbidden area, Xiao Fuxuan's voice rang right in front of his nose: "I always think that people changed their memory because of being careless."
His breath almost fell between Wu Xingxue's lips, a little itchy. Wu Xingxue pursed her lips, and heard him whisper, "You plot against me."
I…
Wu Xingxue "licked" her lips, and was about to speak, but saw a sudden light in front of her eyes—they temporarily came out of the forbidden area.
The first group of people I saw when I left the forbidden area were the disciples of the Feng family. All of them held long swords and guarded the entrance with tense faces, as if they wanted to enter but did not dare to enter rashly.
Wu Xingxue looked at their gestures and expressions, and suddenly thought of one thing: the people in Guoluohuashan City are all bound, and they have grown in it for a hundred years or more, like him back then or Xiao Fuxuan, the fairy who occasionally descended into the world. It's really hard to tell, and it's also hard to tell the real mortals who follow the bustle every year, but there are a group of people who don't...
It's not someone else, it's the Feng family.
The disciples of the Feng family took care of the entire Luohuashan City, and whenever something went wrong, they would always be invited to come. After going over and over again, they should be very familiar with the people in the mountain city, and they should also recognize their faces at different ages.
Three to five years is all it takes, how could it be impossible to see the clues in the long run? If you see the clues, but pretend to be safe and sound, then it is not ordinary.
From this point of view, there is clearly a problem with the Feng family.
Do they know something and help cover it up for some reason? Or have you been directly involved in something
However, things related to the sacred tree and the forbidden area should not be clear to any young disciple. If there is any connection, it must be those who are the masters of the Feng family. It's just... how do you turn the young disciples in front of you into the masters of the Feng family
The big devil thought of an idea.
"Xiao Fuxuan." Taking advantage of his posture, he whispered to Shangxian Tiansu, "Can you tie up the little devils in front of you?"
Xiao Fuxuan: "..."
Ning Huaishan did not expect that he would be bewitched at the door of his house. What he didn't expect was that he lost his way in the illusion of Luohuashan City, and could neither find his city lord nor Fang Chu.
While searching in the Twelve Mile Market, he thought mockingly: If the first one to find is Tianxiu Shangxian, what the hell should I do? Would it be too cowardly to turn around and run
I hope God has eyes and the city lord will bless me, don't let me face Tianxiu Shangxian alone.
Ning Huaishan prayed all night, and God really saw it...
He didn't meet Xiao Fuxuan, he met Doctor Wusheng.
It was a shop selling rouge and gouache, and I didn't know how many things were turned over, which made half the street full of rouge and powder. Ning Huaishan sneezed ten times in a row, almost blowing out his brains.
He just turned his head and rubbed his nose, and when he turned back, he saw Doctor Wu.
I saw that the man's cloth towel covered half of the bridge of his nose, and the "exposed" eyebrows and eyes were pale, which seemed to be a weak scholar. It can't be seen at all that he is a well-known and well-known figure.
Ning Huaishan pouted.
Originally, the doctor Wusheng hadn't noticed that there was someone in the corner, but he was attracted by the series of sneezes.
When he saw Ning Huaishan, he was startled for a moment, embarrassed for a moment, but soon disappeared, and said: "It can be regarded as meeting someone."
I was quite happy to hear the language.
Ning Huaishan scoffed in his heart, thinking why are you still here? A remnant soul can live longer than me.
He really wanted to show some sneer on his face, but he couldn't stop sneezing, unable to show any ferocious energy.
Seeing his appearance, Doctor Wu began to take out his medicine bag.
Ning Huaishan covered his nose and said in a low voice: "Don't, don't take it out, I don't want it! I'm not sick, what kind of "medicine" did I take. I was smoked alive..."
The doctor Wu Sheng found a "pill" and came out: "We have countless miscellaneous folk remedies and pills. They not only cure the disease, but also have a way to stop the fumes. Stop once you take it, try it."
Ning Huaishan didn't want to try.
But he did sneeze more and more, and if he continued to sneeze, his nose and tears would fly away. He is a demon, but he can't lose anyone.
So he reluctantly took the pill and swallowed it raw.
As soon as he raised his neck, he heard the noise in the market ahead, as well as scattered footsteps. It seems that many people came.
Ning Huaishan glanced over there, and asked Doctor Wu: "Have you seen my city master? There is also Fang Chu. I have been looking for them for a long time, logically speaking, it shouldn't be, obviously we are the Luohuatai who entered the front and rear .How come once I entered the illusion, I was in a mess and couldn't find anyone..."
Yi Wusheng shook his head: "I didn't see it, and I've been looking for it for a long time. I was supposed to draw a talisman to find someone, but I was stopped by some silence."
The paper he was holding was hidden in his sleeve, and it sounded like he could speak normally, no different from a living person.
Those footsteps sounded hurried, getting closer.
Ning Huaishan glanced again, and muttered, "It doesn't sound like you're visiting a mountain market..."
"It's from the Feng family." Yi Wusheng replied, "I just came from there, and I saw a large group of Feng family disciples. They looked worried and didn't know what to do."
The Hua family and the Feng family have been friends for generations, but some of the Feng family's disciples are not the ones he often associates with. It should also be a person in the illusion of Luohuashan City, belonging to hundreds of years ago.
Just as he was talking, a group of people wearing the same school robes came over.
The one on the head is a man of indeterminate age, he looks handsome, but he looks a little old with a calm face.
Ning Huaishan was born as a demon and is most sensitive to the smell of blood. He sniffed a few times with the tip of his nose, and looked at the man's hand, only to find that there were a few meandering bloodstains on the back of his hand holding the sword, as if he had just experienced some unpleasant things and was injured.
The man looked up at the inn next to the rouge shop, and asked the people around him with a cold face: "Shu Lan, did the distress talisman you received really come from there?"
The one named Shu Lan is a picky guy, with two swords hanging from his waist, his side face is very beautiful, and he has a natural smile. But what she said didn't have the slightest smile: "It's not wrong, if it's not a store, I don't need to trouble you to come."
When the son's name was uttered, Doctor Wu was slightly surprised.
Ning Huaishan glanced at him: "What? Do you know him?"
Yi Wusheng said: "That's... the previous head of the Feng family, Feng Shulan. Of course, she passed away a long time ago."
Obviously, from the current point of view, Feng Shulan is not yet the top figure in the Feng family. It should be hundreds of years ago like everyone else in the illusion.
The leading man asked again: "Have you ever said that the distress talisman was trapped by someone?"
Shulan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I said it."
The man asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
Shulan: "..."
The man turned his head to look at her impatiently: "Why are you hesitating? Those who besiege the people in the fairy gate are nothing more than demons and monsters, monsters that have been rampant for years, which one of us has never dealt with, as for this?"
Shulan thought for a while, then said softly, "...it's not a monster."
Man: "What's that?"
Shu Lan: "Say it's Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal."
man:"… "
who? ? ? ? ?
When Ning Huaishan heard the name, he was overjoyed at first. Then he turned his head and wanted to run away—it would not be a good thing to find Tianxiu first when the city lord of his family was not around.
He was about to slip away, pretending not to hear the name. It felt like a burst of energy swept out from the inn, that energy was like an invisible long whip, which caught everyone off guard and caused severe pain.
The next moment, the golden lightsaber turned into a long rope wrapped in profound thunder, tied the person who rushed to the door of the inn tightly, and dragged him into the inn with a bandit-like attitude unique to evil spirits. .
Unfortunately, Ning Huaishan and Yi Wusheng were too close to the members of the Feng family and were tied up together.
When Ning Huaishan walked in, his face was full of question marks: Why is Tianxiu's behavior so not like a fairy? !