The years I was in the human world

"God of Suimo, God of Taihuang summons you to discuss matters." The immortal messenger who delivered the message knelt down on the steps in front of the hall with his head lowered. The thick snow covered his knees.

There was no movement from inside, but the people inside had sharp ears and eyes, so it was impossible that they did not hear it. As for the reason for the lack of response, the immortal messenger did not dare to make up an explanation. He knelt patiently and waited for the god to calm down. Naturally, he would not embarrass him. Before that, he dared not move without authorization.

The white fingertips held a black jade chess piece and dropped it, and the winner on the chessboard was decided. The cold and snow-like man held his long sleeves with one hand and cleaned up the unfinished chess game with the other hand. His eyelashes were slightly closed, covering his eyes from the raging wind and snow. He said in a cold tone: "Qinghe, you have mixed thoughts."

"That Taihuang is clearly trying to protect Ke Qin. Now that the victim has come to him, he is busy trying to keep his mouth shut." Qinghe is in charge of midsummer, and her temperament is as fierce and straightforward as the scorching sun. She slapped the table with one hand, looked at him inquiringly with a pair of bright eyes and said, "Sui Mo, tell me the truth, what are your plans?"

"Qinghe." Sui Miao put all the chess pieces on the table into the jar, held up his long skirt, and got up to take a pot of hot tea and poured it for her. The curling hot steam blurred his cold eyebrows. He lowered his eyes and put down the tea, and said slowly, "Back then, Xiao Yueheng was killed by Ke Qin and entered the evil ghost world. That day, I forgot that the sin of killing must be repaid."

"Now that Taihuang wants to protect Ke Qin, we can't say much, but what has been done is done, and Beihong Mirror sees it clearly." Sui Miao picked up the jade-white teacup and took a sip. There were water stains on his lips, which looked bright red and plump. He raised his cold eyes and turned his head to look at the falling snow outside the palace. "He can't hide it forever."

"I'm asking you what your plans are." Qinghe drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, but she didn't taste anything. She put the teacup down gently and said worriedly, "You suffered a lot when you sided with Xiao Yueheng. Now that Taihuang wants to shut you up, he will definitely not let you have an easy time. Have you found a way out for yourself?"

"If an enemy comes, we will fight him with our generals; if a flood comes, we will block it with earth." Sui Miao paused while drinking tea, his delicate long eyebrows slightly frowned. He didn't really want to talk about this topic. He never liked getting along with others. Qinghe's question was naturally for his own good, but he was naturally indifferent and didn't care much about these things.

"At the end of the year, you are always like this." Qinghe sighed and shook her head. Her good friend was born in the ancient wilderness, with a cold and aloof personality. Although his body of ice and snow is not tainted by dust, his heart is really warm.

Qinghe was heartbroken by his indifference, but she couldn't help but remind him: "At the end of the year, if Taihuang asks you to go down to the mortal world, you must refuse and don't agree to it."

"I don't need to." Sui Miao nodded in response, and asked the fairy boy in the palace to clear the teacups on the table. He put on his cloak, stood up, walked to the door, and said to the fairy messenger who had been kneeling for a long time, "Lead the way."

"Yes." The immortal replied. Even though his legs were numb from kneeling, he did not dare to say a word. He lowered his head and led the way for him.

Ten thousand years ago, Goddess Xi died for no reason. Human Emperor Ke Qin forced Lord Moon to enter the path of evil spirits in the name of killing his brother. After that day, the pillar of heaven collapsed, and no one could climb Mount Buzhou anymore. Those who ascended from the lower world created a new immortal court under Mount Buzhou.

Apart from Xi Shen and Yue Zhu, there are now seven innate gods on Buzhou Mountain, including Mountain God Taihuang, Human Emperor Keqin, Demon Ancestor Yaosu, and the Four Gods of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. There are many other acquired gods, so we won't mention them. And this one - Snow God Suimo, who has been isolated from the world for many years, was born in the ancient times with Taihuang and has the longest seniority, making it difficult for the immortal servants to deal with him.

Sui Miao clasped his hands in his sleeves and followed the immortal messenger in silence all the way to the Taihuang Temple. The mountain god was actually the god of mountains, rivers, and the country, and he enjoyed offerings from all things. Therefore, the temple was much more magnificent and solemn than Sui Miao's Yuluan Palace. But Sui Miao was born indifferent and did not care about the distinction between high and low.

He walked into the temple without looking around. In the temple, there was not only Taihuang, but also other acquired gods waiting there. When they saw him enter, many people showed doubts and wondered in their hearts which god he was. After all, he had not interacted with people for thousands of years, so not many people recognized him.

Facing the person on the high seat, he was not particularly respectful. He stood there casually, took off his hood, and said, "Too wild."

He called the mountain god so casually, and naturally others were shocked. He dared to talk to Taihuang like this, because he and the other party were both gods born in the ancient times, and they were gods of the same generation. It was just that Taihuang liked to be in charge of everything, and Sui Miao liked to stay alone. Over the past tens of millions of years, the mountain god Taihuang had the final say and a transcendent status among the gods of Buzhou Mountain, but not many people knew that he was the snow god Sui Miao.

"Sui Miao, how long has it been since you last went to the human world?" Just as Qinghe expected, the first thing Taihuang said when he saw Sui Miao was to go down to the human world.

Sui Miao stood there, looking at Tai Huang calmly, as if he could see through all his delusions, until Tai Huang couldn't stand it anymore and asked again: "Sui Miao?"

He then retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes to the ground, and said as if he didn't care about anything, "Forget it."

There were already whispers among the people, and the confused priest quietly asked the people around him who this Sui Miao was and why he was so arrogant.

"Since you have forgotten, it seems like it has been a long time. You should get ready and go down to the mortal world." Tai Huang was determined to have him go down to the mortal world. Once he arrived in the mortal world, it would be easy to deal with the inconveniences for the priests to act. It was unknown whether something would happen and cause him to fall.

"Taihuang, are you making arrangements for me?" Sui Miao raised his eyelashes without him noticing when, his icy eyes revealed a hint of sharpness. He looked at Taihuang who was in a higher position lazily. The other party was used to calling the wind and rain, so now he wanted to shout at him?

"Sui Miao, when can you change your temper?" Tai Huang sighed softly, but his eyes kept turning cold when he looked at Sui Miao. He threw a scroll of silk book at Sui Miao's feet. If the latter wanted to read it, he had to bend down to pick it up. This was Tai Huang's way of showing power to Sui Miao.

But Tai Huang forgot that the person in front of him was Sui Miao, not those petty priests who were at his mercy. The god in white clothes and with a cold expression did not even look at the scroll, and tore off Tai Huang's fig leaf. He did not socialize with others anyway, so he did not need to save this little face: "You and Ke Qin are indeed birds of a feather. The means of framing are the same."

At this time, the whispering stopped, and the priests did not dare to discuss quietly anymore. They all watched the two priests fighting each other in fear. When the city gate caught fire, the fish in the pond would be affected. They just hoped that Taihuang would not be angry with them if he was annoyed.

But before Taihuang could attack Sui Miao, the door of the temple was kicked open. All the gods turned around to look, wondering who was so bold and rude to kick the door, and dared to touch Taihuang's door.

It was rare for me to be curious about anything at the end of the year, so I turned around to look. A man in white clothes with a sword on his back walked in aggressively with a piece of scrap copper and iron in his hand. Behind him followed a man in black clothes with a smiling face like a tiger. Judging from their looks, they were probably here to cause trouble.

As expected, the man threw the object to the ground, raised his head and asked Tai Huang in a cold tone, "Why did the Sad Red Mirror break for no reason?"

Sad Red Mirror? Sui Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he looked carefully at the pile of "junk copper and rotten iron". It turned out to be the Sad Red Mirror that recorded all the events in the world. Whether it was a person or a god, anyone with a name could find their past experiences in the Sad Red Mirror.

The Sad Red Mirror is a mysterious object that was born in the void of the East and rises and falls every thousand years. In other words, if the Sad Red Mirror is destroyed or hidden by someone, once the thousand-year period is up, a new mirror will inherit the memory "seen" by the old mirror and be reborn in the void of the East, while the old mirror will be reduced to dust.

Sui Mo didn't like socializing, but he wasn't bad at it. He was curious about the identities of the two people. He turned his head and looked in the crowd. He happened to see Qiu Guan, so he moved over gently and asked in a low voice, "Yize, what are the identities of these two people? Why are they holding the Sad Red Mirror in their hands?"

Yize is in charge of autumn, and Sui Miao is in charge of winter, so the two are quite familiar with each other. Yize also knows Sui Miao's habit of staying indoors for thousands of years, so he immediately told him: "The one in white is Cangwu, the god of the sky who fell many years ago, and the one next to him in black is Yaosu, the ancestor of demons. My brother entered the evil ghost world, and Cangwu went to find the Sad Red Mirror to investigate what happened back then, but it seems that someone doesn't want him to find out the truth."

Yize's words were quite ironic, but Sui Miao understood what he heard. No wonder Qinghe said earlier that Taihuang was busy keeping his mouth shut. It turned out that Cangwu had come to him. However, Taihuang's move of cutting off the source of the problem was really smart. Although the Beihong Mirror was replaced every thousand years, the next replacement would be hundreds of years later. Before that, Taihuang only needed to deal with those who knew about Xiao Yueheng's entry into the evil ghost path. Then what would it matter if the Beihong Mirror was restored?

There were many different opinions about the incident back then. As long as there was no witness, it would be difficult to convict Ke Qin based solely on the records in the Beihong Mirror, not to mention that Taihuang was protecting him.

Thinking of this, Sui Miao sighed in his heart, it seemed that Taihuang was determined to kill him.

Over there, Taihuang and Cangwu were about to fight over the issue of the Sad Red Mirror. Sui Miao adjusted his clothes leisurely, and when Cangwu could not help but draw his sword, he spoke to Taihuang, "Since Lord Taihuang has something important to do, I will leave."

Taihuang had not yet achieved the purpose of calling him here, so how could he be willing to let him go? However, he was concerned that Cangwu was still there. Taihuang was afraid that he would say something he shouldn't say and arouse suspicion, so he had to agree.

When turning to leave, Cangwu unexpectedly called Sui Miao. Taihuang's heart suddenly tightened. Sui Miao also turned his head and looked at Cangwu meaningfully, thinking that this little sun priest was dressed in plain clothes, even plainer than him, the Snow God.

Cangwu looked at Sui Miao in front of him with mixed feelings. Over the years, many new people came to Buzhou Mountain whom he did not recognize, but this Lord Sui Miao was still as indifferent as he remembered.

Sui Miao liked to be alone, so he didn't recognize Cang Wu, who was only a few hundred years younger than him and died earlier. But Cang Wu recognized him. When he saw him, Cang Wu greeted him: "Sui Miao."

"Yeah." Sui Miao responded unenthusiastically, thinking that if there was nothing serious going on with the little Sun God, he would just leave. As for the other party's brother, he did know about it, but now there was no Bei Hong Jing to testify, and Tai Huang was determined to get rid of him. At this critical moment, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

What's more, when Sui Miao looked up and met Cangwu's inquiring gaze, he suddenly felt that Taihuang was doing useless work. The little Sun God knew clearly the right and wrong of that year, and he was only looking for evidence to justify his actions.

Forget it, forget it. It's best for people to mind their own business and not meddle in other people's affairs. He is not a warm-hearted person, so let others deal with their own right and wrong. As for him, he has to find a place to avoid the limelight.

When leaving, Sui Miao looked at Tai Huang with a cold expression, turned around and walked away in silence.

Yao Su was standing by and watching Sui Mo's seemingly indifferent but actually distracted expression. He suddenly found it a bit amusing. This old god who never left the house might not be aloof in temperament, but might just prefer to play alone.

Sui Mo left decisively, leaving the trembling priests dumbfounded. After he left, Yao Su stared at his back for a while, and felt that it was boring to stay in the temple and listen to others quarreling, so he turned to Cang Wu and said, "Axue, I'll go outside and take a look."

Cangwu also looked in the direction where Sui Miao left and nodded. The two exchanged glances, and Yao Su went out and chased after Sui Miao.

When Sui Mo came out of Taihuang Temple, he was not in a hurry to return to Yuluan Palace. He had to find someone to discuss the next two plans. He had escaped today, but as long as Taihuang felt that he was a threat, he would not be at peace. He did not want to be like Xiao Yueheng, who was inexplicably skinned and degraded to the path of evil ghosts.

"The end of the year!" Qinghe waved at him from the red wall as he passed by the front door of Xia Si Palace. He turned to look, but before he could respond, a woman in green came up to him and asked, "So, you didn't agree to Taihuang's request?"

After thousands of years, Sui Miao was still not used to her enthusiasm. He took a step back imperceptibly and shook his head. After a moment, he felt that the other party was kindly reminding him that his coldness was hurtful. After thinking about it, he actually moved his frosty face and revealed a faint smile, as if the winter snow had just melted. Even though Qinghe herself was a beauty and was used to seeing beauties, he couldn't help but stare at her.

Yao Su, who was hiding in the dark, was also stunned. This old god, dressed in plain white, with a cold face and a fierce look, unexpectedly smiled so charmingly. What did he look like? Yao Su frowned and thought for a while, remembering the woman who had been watching over the funeral when he passed by the funeral hall by chance in the human world. Yes, she looked like a pretty widow, with a bitter face all day long. Isn't she a widow?

Sui Mo actually just curled the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were as cold as usual. In simple terms, he was smiling with his mouth but not his heart, and there was not much sincerity in him.

"Where is God going?" Qinghe asked him.

"Go visit Hua Chao." Sui Miao said, without hiding it from Qing He, "Tai Huang is determined to deal with me. It's only a matter of time before I descend to the mortal world. Make preparations in advance."

Dongjun Huachao controls spring, when everything revives; Xueshen controls winter, when everything withers. Winter and spring are also about life and death, but Huachao controls life, while he controls death. That's why he is always dressed in white, not to suit the occasion, but to show solemnity.

"That's right." Qinghe sighed. Taihuang was so powerful in Buzhou Mountain that he dared to deceive the gods. So what if Suimo was also an ancient god? He still had to be restrained by him. But speaking of this, Qinghe couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you build your own power? That way, you don't have to suffer from Taihuang's bullying."

"You girl, you keep talking about Taihuang, you're even more angry than I am." Sui Miao sighed softly. Qinghe is several thousand years younger than him and Taihuang, so it's not an exaggeration for him to call her a girl. But when has Qinghe ever heard such a joking tone?

She immediately widened her eyes and looked at Sui Miao as if she had seen a ghost, unable to speak clearly: "God, God, are you okay?"

"The ways of the world are too tiring, I don't like it." Sui Miao returned to his previous coldness. He pulled his clothes closer, as if he was a little cold.

Qinghe frowned in confusion, but didn't say anything.

There is no cold or heat on Mount Buzhou, but it is so high up that it gets chilly. It is cold after all. Sui Mo's body is not as good as other priests. He is clearly a snow god, but he is particularly afraid of cold.