In the spring of the second year after the white jade statue was placed in the temple, the war was temporarily extinguished, and Luohuatai had a real mountain market for the first time.

Because the sacred tree is always half withered and half prosperous, the canopy is like a cloud, and there is no flowering period for ordinary plants and trees. And people who have seen Shenmu say that the flowers on the branches are a bit like the red apricots.

At that time, there was a mountain on the edge of the Dongjiang River, where Mengdu was later, called Tingshan, where the apricot blossom forest stretched for ten miles and bloomed the most every month.

So people based on the apricot flowers in Tingshan Mountain, set a flowering period for Shenmu, and picked a memorable day at the beginning of the month as the beginning of the mountain market.

Wu Xingxue was watching when the first Luohuashan City lights were on.

He concealed his figure and leaned on the side of the sacred tree, looking down at the winding mountain road, which began to become brighter in the evening. At the end of the mountains, it is almost the horizon.

He vaguely remembered the feelings at that time...

Seeing the crowds of people in the mountain city and the chattering voices, he felt comfortable and happy.

He was born here and is attached to it for some reason. He hoped that Luohuashan City would always be so lively, becoming more lively every year, being an excellent place for people, gathering visitors from all over the world, and gaining a great reputation.

Because the busier this place is, the more likely the young general will come here after he turns around...

He had been thinking about it for so long that he was almost used to it.

Even after the sacred tree was sealed and the temple ceased to exist, he did not change this old habit.

He never spoke to anyone about the original reason. As long as Luohuashan City is mentioned, he will always say: "It's a very thoughtful place, very lively."

Until today, Wu Xingxue held the jade carving and looked at the person beside him, and called out to the other person for a long time, "Xiao Fuxuan."

Xiao Fuxuan was still holding his wrist, his eyes fell on the flower branch of Shenmuyu, and he was lost for a moment. Hearing the words, his eyes moved, and he looked at Wu Xingxue.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue did have a hint of impulse——

He kind of hoped that the other party would remember what happened back then, and what that autumn night when the mysterious thunder moved under the divine tree. In this way, he can point to the trees full of flowers and ask for credit with a smile, saying: Xiao Fuxuan, the flowers you want to see.

But that night was actually very painful for the other party.

How many people has he wounded in the war, and how many people have he wounded? His capital, family, and officials may have all disappeared in those long nights full of wind and smoke. How many souls were there in the wilderness that he passed through when he went to Shenmu, who respected him, and who hated him.

There is also a moment of reluctance and loneliness when lightning strikes the bone and dies...

As long as think of these, those faint impulses are gone.

Still don't remember.

Wu Xingxue thought.

So he opened his mouth, smiled dumbly, and finally said calmly: "Look, the flower of Shenmu."

After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and stopped looking at Xiao Fuxuan, lest the flash of regret would be noticed by Tiansu Shangxian.

Unexpectedly, he just turned his eyes and was about to lean over to put the jade carving down when he heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice: "Wu Xingxue."

"Is Shenmu you?" he said.

Wu Xingxue paused.

Xiao Fuxuan said: "They said that jade carvings cannot be touched, except Shenmu himself."

Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.

"You also said that you were born in Luohuatai."

Wu Xingxue still didn't say a word, then looked at him.

"I..." Xiao Fuxuan paused for a while, then glanced at the young man leaning against the tree on the jade carving and turned, "Is that the white general?"

Wu Xingxue was afraid that Xiao Fuxuan would remember something, so he stared at the other party's eyes for a long time, and quietly let out a sigh of relief - it should be just guessing, not remembering.

He let it go, and then answered, "They're talking upside-down and vague, and they can't be taken seriously. But why are you asking me, I should be the most confused one here."

Xiao Fuxuan looked down at him, and said after a while, "You're not happy, you seem to have remembered something."

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

After a while, he saw Xiao Fuxuan lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and touched his face with the crook of his fingers, and asked warmly and solemnly, "Why does it bloom?"

...

The dignified devil suddenly stopped talking.

At that moment, regret or pity, all kinds of tastes disappeared without a trace. On the other hand, another thought flashed by without end—I am afraid that it is not a scourge to stay in the immortal capital this day.

Wu Xingxue was about to open his mouth when he suddenly heard a burst of restlessness.

He and Xiao Fuxuan were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads to look at the restless place, and saw that the hanged people were cocking their noses, as if they were smelling something. The direction they were rushing towards was not elsewhere, but the jade carving.

As a result, Wu Xingxue also took a few sniffs.

There is indeed a smell from this temple, like... the smell of blood.

He was a little puzzled at first, but when he glanced at the jade carving, he suddenly remembered that Xiao Fuxuan's blood had been injected into the jade carving. Just now, the jade carving suddenly woke up, and the smell of blood slowly came out.

The soul has always been sensitive, and it is not unusual to hear it.

Strange is their reaction after smelling the blood...

Seeing those who hanged their noses cocking their noses and showing a confused expression, they seemed to be trying their best to think about something, but they couldn't remember it right away. But the grunts spread like a "tide" of water.

"This taste..."

"I seem to have smelled blood somewhere."

"Yeah, so familiar."

"Me too, I feel a little familiar too."

"But... where did you smell it?"

...

They kept talking, the sucking action became more and more obvious, and the appearance also showed a bit of strangeness.

"What happened to them?" Wu Xingxue was puzzled, but his intuition was not good.

The blood came from the previous Xiao Fuxuan, and these hanged people were all from Luohuashan City. Luohuashan City came into existence after the death of General Bai. No matter which year these people fell in the city, they should not have any reaction to the smell of blood, nor should they feel "somewhat familiar".

But he suddenly remembered what Xiao Fuxuan said before: mortals revolve around life and death by spirit.

Living in Luohuashan City, it is their flesh and body, and their flesh and body are unified, and naturally it is impossible to keep up with the previous Xiao Fuxuan. But no, these hanged people are spiritual souls, and the spiritual souls will not change no matter how many times they rotate, and they are always the same as they were back then.

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue's face tightened.

Hearing Xiao Fuxuan suddenly say, "Is the blood in the jade carving yours?"

Wu Xingxue knew: "No."

After answering, he made a "tsk", a little annoyed.

Does this not change admit that he remembered something?

But the situation is not very good at the moment, Xiao Fuxuan didn't say much, just glanced at him, and then said: "That's good."

Wu Xingxue was stunned: "Why do you say this?"

Xiao Fuxuan said: "It's definitely not a good thing that the soul can remember."

Wu Xingxue jumped, and was about to ask, when Xiao Fuxuan said, "Mortals will not have the last memory after death, and the same is true of the spirits that are stripped out. If there are still some impressions, it must be a very profound thing."

He paused and said solemnly: "Most of them can't do without death."

Wu Xingxue could understand his thoughts without any further explanation.

It's very easy to understand if you think about it - for people who have died, the moment of death is always the most profound memory. It was the last moment, and often the most painful moment, and the pain always outlasts the pleasure.

Because these upside-down souls are separated from each other, it is normal to remember this. If I remember what happened in the past, I'm afraid... it really only has to do with "death".

In other words...

Is it the blood of Xiao Fuxuan, and the death of one of these hanged people?

Thinking of this, Wu Xingxue felt a chill run up to the top of his head.

The moment this thought flashed, he suddenly heard a familiar sword cry.

In the corner of the light, Xiao Fuxuan's figure flashed by.

He suddenly raised his eyes and saw that the tip of Tiansu Shangxian's sword had touched the forehead of a nearby hanged man.

Hearing Xiao Fuxuan say in a low voice, "Sin."

The hanging man's eyes shrank suddenly, and the moment the sword tip touched the top, he screamed in a shrill voice, and the whistling went straight to the sky, hearing the "hum" in Wu Xingxue's mind.

Since it is an impression related to "death", it must be most easily aroused when death is "approaching". The hanged man opened his eyes wide in the reverberation of the sword and scream, and exclaimed: "I remember the smell of blood!"

"I remember..."

Xiao Fuxuan's move is not a real "interrogation", but it is different from "interrogation".

The next moment, the fragmented picture flashed quickly——

It was a dark wilderness, mixed with the neighing of horses and the screams of killing.

The moment he saw that picture, Wu Xingxue understood that it was a battlefield...

That is the white general who once walked through the battlefield, and the reason why the hanged man felt the smell of blood was déjà vu, because he and the white general died under that long sword on that battlefield.

At the last moment before his death, he smelled the blood of Bai Jiang's body.

...

The screams still lingered in the temple, Wu Xingxue hurriedly raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Fuxuan through the dissipated picture.

Those fragmentary pictures aroused the memories of the other hanged people, so the words smashed down one after another, and the water-like voice drowned towards Xiao Fuxuan——

"I remember..."

"I remembered too."

"It's you."

"You killed me."

...

Before Wu Xingxue had a bit of doubt, why did the ban Shenmu choose these people? If causation is to be involved, these people Shenmu have no causal connection, why is it they are.

At this moment, he suddenly understood—

The previous Xiao Fuxuan had given Shenmu shelter before his death, and he was the one who was most implicated in Shenmu. And he was a young general, walking through the flames of war, and there are souls at the bottom of his sword.

Someone... specially recruited those who died on the battlefield and under the sword of the general, gathered them little by little in Luohuashan City, and finally took their spirits and detained them here.

Through their and Xiao Fuxuan full of "killing obstacles" cause and effect, to ban the sacred tree that was sheltered by Xiao Fuxuan.

No wonder!

No wonder Xiao Fuxuan's forgiveness could not free these spirits. With such a cause and effect in front of them, how could they be freed. If you want to move forcibly, move on Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue's face turned cold.

He saw a rare moment of emptiness on Xiao Fuxuan's always handsome face. Seeing the white jade-like Tiansu put away his sword, holding the hilt, he silently looked at those trapped spirits...

Wu Xingxue was pierced by a fine line.