The years I was in the human world

Two soldiers carried a dead body on a stretcher out of the palace occupied by the rebels. The head of the body was covered with a white cloth, so the face could not be seen, but the bright red blood gradually soaked the white cloth, suggesting that the person had just died.

The soldier's feet shook, and a pale hand fell out from under the white cloth. It was wrapped in a coarse blue cloth and hung limply outside the stretcher, but it was unexpectedly slender and noble, just like those nobles who were ignorant of the sufferings of the world.

Lu Zhouxue looked at the corpse carried out by the soldiers, his face turned pale in an instant, and an ambiguous sound came from his throat because of fear - he suddenly remembered an old story.

He had seen this corpse in the recreated old scene of the underground royal tomb of the Immortal Kingdom, and had asked who it was out of curiosity.

At that time, Xiao Fengzhuo just glanced at him casually, and then said lightly: "He is the king of the Western Dynasty, the Emperor Huai of Xi. The old emperor fled south with the prince, and he was just temporarily arrested to serve as a facade. The court officials may not recognize him as the emperor, so his end will naturally not be good."

Now that the country is broken and ruined, isn’t the king of the Western Dynasty Chu Zhaoli?

Lu Zhouxue quietly followed the two soldiers carrying the corpse and saw them wrap the corpse in a straw mat and throw it into the mass grave.

After the two men left, he walked forward cautiously, and with trembling hands he uncovered the straw mat covering the corpse. Then he sobbed and cried unbearably. It was Chu Zhaoli.

Before he died, his neck was twisted and his head was tilted to one side in a strange and twisted manner. The coarse blue clothes on his body were soaked in blood, some of which were even stuck to his flesh and blood. His eyes were staring at the dark sky with emptiness and lifelessness.

"Li'er..." Lu Zhouxue picked up the corpse and held it in his arms with a broken heart. Tears flowed uncontrollably all over her face. She felt pain in all her internal organs. Xiao Fengzhuo said that he had died before, so he became a demon. How could he die in such a tragic way?

After the heart-wrenching pain, Lu Zhouxue stood up holding Chu Zhaoli's body. There was only one thing in his confused mind: save him. He wanted to save him, but now he was a mortal man, how could he resurrect the dead?

After the gods finished their meeting and left Xiao Jin's Zhaoyang Palace, they saw a man covered in blood, holding a dead body, stumbling in from outside against the crowd. He pretended to be crazy and asked everyone he caught, "Where is Cangwu? Where is Cangwu?"

The person he pulled was Qiu Guan. Yize was stunned by him and stared at his dirty face for a long time before he barely recognized him: "Sui Mo Divine Lord? Cang Wu is in the palace. How did you get into this state?"

Lu Zhouxue, who had received the accurate information, had no time to pay attention to him anymore. She was only concerned with carrying the dead Chu Zhaoli to find Xiao Jin.

Hua Chao, who witnessed everything from the side, hesitated rarely. He asked Yize uncertainly: "Was the one in Sui Mo's arms just now Yao Su?"

After Hua Chao said this, Yize became uncertain: "Now that you put it that way, it seems that he is indeed Yao Su... But he removed himself from the list of gods and came into the world, but he is still a congenital god. It's only been a few days, how come he has become like that?"

Yize saw clearly that what Lu Zhouxue was holding in his arms was clearly a dead body.

"How can one explain it? Love is so hard." Hua Chao sighed. He still vaguely remembered that two years ago Yao Su was happily getting married, but he didn't want to meet Tian Dao's chosen master. Lu Zhouxue, who was supposed to get married, went to be Tian Dao, and betrayed his deep love for nothing.

Now, Yao Sujun destroyed his own divine record and went down to the mortal world. He has been lying dead on earth for several years. At the end of the year, he is filled with regret. How can others not sigh that love is deep but fate is shallow, and the world is unpredictable?

Lu Zhouxue had no idea of ​​Dongjun and Qiuguan's regret. He wanted to save Chu Zhaoli, but the Samsara Mirror could only take him alone. In order to bring the corpse to the realm of gods, he climbed up from the ruins of the Tianzhu in Lingshan, so he was in a mess.

When he entered Zhaoyang Palace, Xiao Jin was startled. Seeing him in such a mess, Xiao Jin was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Why are you in such a mess?"

“Cangwu, please save him, please save him.” Lu Zhouxue begged and put the body in front of Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin was now half a step into the Heavenly Dao, and he understood the whole story at a glance. He sighed and said, “Sui Mo, don’t you understand yet?”

"What do you understand?" Lu Zhouxue was now completely concerned about Chu Zhaoli's life and death, and her perception of other things was very dull.

"You climbed up from the ruins of the Tianzhu in Lingshan, right?" Xiao Jin answered the question irrelevantly, and summoned the Beihong Mirror to let him see the scene in the world at that time.

The Pillar of Heaven was originally destroyed because of Xiao Yueheng, but now it has ascended to the God Realm from the ruins because of Lu Zhouxue. The cultivation world, where no one has ascended to heaven for ten thousand years, has caught a glimpse of the truth behind why no one has ascended to heaven, and has begun to plan to rebuild the way to heaven.

The cultivators had no idea how to rebuild the road to heaven, but when Lu Zhouxue brought Chu Zhaoli's body to the divine realm, the ruins were left with the resentment of Chu Zhaoli's tragic death. Mortals only thought that they would use the resentment and flesh and blood as a sacrifice, and thus the ghost den stretching for hundreds of miles in Dongshan was created.

"Ten thousand years ago, the Wuxiang people devoured Xiao Ling's flesh and blood, so every Wuxiang descendant carries the breath of the Moon God. The old Heavenly Dao hated him to the core, so it tried its best to suppress the Wuxiang clan. This is why the Wuxiang people have divine blood but are so weak." Xiao Jin slowly explained to Lu Zhouxue the truth he had found out.

"As for him," Xiao Jin pointed at Chu Zhaoli who died with his eyes open, "Senior Sister was the source of the Western Dynasty's national destiny, but because she possessed the origin of the Heavenly Dao, she was involved in the game between the old Heavenly Dao and Xiao Ling. So his fate was indescribably noble, but he still ended up tragically."

Xiao Jin didn't need to explain the rest, Lu Zhouxue could figure it out by himself. Chu Zhaoli possessed the origin of Heavenly Dao, and Xie was of the same blood as him, so naturally they became Xiao Ling's pawns in the game between the old Heavenly Dao and Chu Zhaoli. That's why the Wuxiang people wanted to kill Xie first when they later broke through the capital of the Southern Dynasty.

"The old way of heaven tried to change the world, and the Moon Goddess died for it. In the game between the old way and heaven on earth, she became the winner. But does my Li'er deserve to suffer?" Lu Zhouxue felt powerless and desperate.

According to Xiao Jin, the tragedy that had plagued the human world for hundreds of years was not entirely Xiao Yueheng's fault. In fact, he had more difficulties than anyone else.

No matter whether it is Chu Zhaoli or Zhu Huang Yuzhao, they all carry the origin of the old Heavenly Dao. Xiao Yueheng wants to kill them not for his own selfish desires, but because the Heavenly Dao is out of order, and Xiao Yueheng is upholding the rules.

"So Lord Cangwu is going to protect the Moon God?" But even so, Lu Zhouxue felt pain. The righteousness of the gods is righteousness, so is the grief of the common people not worth mentioning? "Even if the world suffers because of him?"

"Sui Mo, Xiao Ling is my blood relative, and Senior Sister is also my brother who has been through thick and thin with me. Why do you think I can easily favor the other person in their feud?" Xiao Jin sighed tiredly. He could not argue for the justice of one of them like Lu Zhouxue did.

He is the way of heaven and must be fair, but the people on both ends of the grudge are his brothers and relatives.

"I'm telling you this now just to tell you that you don't have to save him." Xiao Jin searched for Xiao Fengzhuo's trace in the Sad Red Mirror, and said casually, "When I first met Senior Sister, he was looking for an immortal with superb swordsmanship."

"I asked him why, and he said that the person he loved had unparalleled swordsmanship." Xiao Jin said, turning his head to look at Lu Zhouxue, and gently asked a question that already had an answer, "Before you knew him, he was looking for you. Sui Mo, maybe you understand what this means?"

It meant that the past that Lu Zhouxue thought he could change was actually the true ending of Xiao Fengzhuo's past; it meant that the guy had recognized him a long time ago, so he threw a kapok flower at him when they first met in Zhongting.

What he thought was their first encounter was actually a long-awaited reunion after a hundred years of separation. Everything had a traceable path. Every time Xiao Fengzhuo told him a story in a casual manner, it was actually the fate they had witnessed together.

Therefore, Lu Zhouxue could not save Chu Zhaoli. In the past that he had already changed, Chu Zhaoli was dead.

"At the end of the year, whether it's you and your senior sister, or Taihuang and Ke Qin, the drama has come to an end. You don't have to be so sad." Xiao Jin found Xiao Fengzhuo in the human world in the Sad Red Mirror. "After all the twists and turns, the ending is actually not bad."

In the picture of the sad red mirror, a man with cat ears was sneaking outside the chicken coop. He took away the newly laid eggs of the hens in the nest when the hens were not paying attention. The watchdog saw it, got up, chased the man and bit him for half a mile.

Hundreds of years ago, Chu Zhaoli died in the city of Luoyang which was trampled by the rebels. But now, he is still living a good life in the human world. Lu Zhou thought about it after surviving the snowy disaster, but how should he face him when he went to see him?

That day, God chose his master, and he had let him down, which made the young man who had always been tolerant and generous feel disheartened. Lu Zhouxue understood such people. He would tolerate them in every way when he cared about them, but once he let go completely, he would never look back no matter what.

How is he going to redeem himself?

"At the end of the year, you should go find him." Xiao Jin couldn't bear to see their love broken, so he sighed and finally couldn't help but speak, "He has searched for you for a hundred years. Since you know his past, why can't you get a little closer to him?"

After Xiao Jin finished speaking, he didn't care what Lu Zhouxue thought, and changed the subject, saying, "We can talk about your emotional entanglement later. I will reconnect your spiritual vein first. It is not a small matter to sever your spiritual vein by yourself. You can rest and recuperate in Buzhou Mountain. During this time, think carefully about what you want."

Lu Zhouxue didn't do much in the Samsara Mirror and didn't really have any impact, but fate and cause and effect still had huge differences because of his existence. Zhu Huang Yuzhao's tragedy was not his fault, but it was related to him after all.

The law has always been fair. If you interfere with something, you have to pay for it. Lu Zhouxue's spiritual vein was connected by Xiao Jin, but he was told that if he wanted to continue to be a god, he had to erase part of his memory and go to the human world to suffer and pay off his debts before he could return to the realm of gods.

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