The years I was in the human world

"Young Master, do you think I'm a fool?" The swordsman didn't take the tea poured by the young master in green, but grabbed the sword he placed beside him. The sharp sword was unsheathed three-quarters of the way, and the swordsman looked seriously at the man drinking tea quietly opposite him, "Zhongting and the demon clan are all involved with the ghost den. Even if you deny it, you can't fake it."

"Master Gu, you are wrong." The young man in green put down the teacup in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold the sword cultivator's unsheathed sword, raised his thick and long eyelashes, and looked at people with a false feeling of deep affection, "I did interfere in some of the affairs of the two parties, but your beloved's death was not caused by me."

The sword cultivator looked unconvinced, and the young master in green was in no hurry to explain. He pushed the unsheathed sword back into the scabbard, waved to Xiao Fengzhuo who was kneeling beside him and acting as a serious background, and continued: "They asked me to do this. If not, there is no grudge between us, why would I embarrass your daughter?"

"After all, everyone wants the Phoenix Tempering, but a homeless kid like me doesn't want it." The young man in green pulled Xiao Fengzhuo, who pretended to be submissive, into his arms, raised his chin and stroked it with some erotic meaning, but his eyes were a little cold.

"Whether Immortal Gu believes it or not, I have said this." The young man in green stopped looking at the sword cultivator and just started playing with Xiao Fengzhuo who was disguised as a waiter. He lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Fengzhuo who was also observing him with some amusement, but he was talking to the sword cultivator, "I have other things to do, so I will not accompany you anymore."

After saying that, the young man in green released Xiao Fengzhuo from his arms, stood up from his seat and left. When he walked out the door, his meaningful eyes passed over Xiao Fengzhuo and fell on the sword cultivator: "Leave this little thing to Gu Xianshi to entertain you. If you don't like men, there are many beautiful girls out there."

The young man in blue finished speaking to himself and left without caring about the two people's reactions. The two people left behind looked at each other for a moment.

Xiao Fengzhuo gave a perfunctory salute and was just about to slip away when, with a sharp whistling sound of the air being cut, a long sword was unsheathed and flew straight towards the back of Xiao Fengzhuo's head. In a flash, the door that the young man in blue had closed when he left was pushed open, and a young man as white as frost and snow rushed in.

He raised his hand to block the sword that was flying towards Xiao Fengzhuo. The long sword changed direction according to his force, brushed Xiao Fengzhuo's face and disappeared into the door frame. A strand of hair was cut off and fell to the ground. The young man saw Xiao Fengzhuo's half-undressed appearance, and was stunned for a moment, almost not recognizing him: "A Zhuo?"

"Mianmian." Xiao Fengzhuo smiled when he saw it was him. He took back the half foot that was about to step out of the door, put away his submissive look, led Lu Zhouxue behind him, turned around and looked at the sword cultivator sitting there nonchalantly: "Master Gu, what do you mean?"

"I was just about to ask you." The sword cultivator looked up at him and revealed Xiao Fengzhuo's identity, but his eyes fell on Lu Zhouxue who had arrived late. "Why did Commander Xiao come to Rongcheng when he was not in the demon clan to make plans?"

"I am happy to do so. What do you care about me?" Xiao Fengzhuo grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it down from the door frame. He walked to the sword cultivator, leaned over and put the sword back into the scabbard. When he stood up, he tilted his head and said, "Swords have no eyes. Master Gu, it is better not to fight like this."

"Azhuo, who is he?" Before the swordsman could speak, Lu Zhouxue became alert. It was no wonder that he was so nervous. After all, if he had arrived a step later, Xiao Fengzhuo might have been beheaded.

"Sword God, Gu Yin." Xiao Fengzhuo said, his tone was a little subtle. He patted Lu Zhouxue's tense shoulders and tried to ease the tense atmosphere. "Master Gu is just testing you. Don't be nervous."

"Gu Yin?" Lu Zhouxue felt that the name was somewhat familiar. It should be someone Yu Zhao knew, but perhaps not so familiar, otherwise he would not have forgotten the name after hearing it.

Seeing that he still looked confused, Xiao Fengzhuo knew that he could not remember, so he sighed and said directly: "He is Yu Zhao's biological father."

Lu Zhouxue looked at Gu Yin again with a scrutinizing eye. Yu Zhao's father seemed to be as upright as Baili Changqing. He didn't seem like someone who would abandon his daughter just because of blood.

But the childhood in Yu Zhao's memory was indeed one in which he had no father or mother and no one to take care of him. This was true. Although Lu Zhouxue did not inherit Yu Zhao's love and hatred, now that he saw the father who did not even have a positive face in Yu Zhao's memory, he could not help but have some prejudice and his attitude became much colder.

Lu Zhouxue was looking at Gu Yin, who was also observing him. When Gu Yin first saw him, he was just curious about which young man was so promising that he could take his sword in person. Now that he looked carefully, he actually saw some surprising familiarity. Master Gu frowned and asked, "Fellow Daoist, have we met before?"

The tone and content were exactly the same as what Xiao Fengzhuo had asked You Rong before.

"Master Gu is knowledgeable and experienced. Perhaps he has seen someone similar to me." Lu Zhouxue said coldly. The general meaning of his reply was exactly the same as You Rong's. Xiao Fengzhuo felt inexplicably a little upset, as if Lu Zhouxue was the one who was playing tricks on him.

"Azhuo? What's wrong with you?" Seeing his distorted expression, Lu Zhouxue looked at him with concern. Her sparkling eyes only reflected his shadow, giving people a feeling as if he was his whole world.

"It's okay." Xiao Fengzhuo couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pat his head, thinking that this Snow Phoenix was really well-behaved. At the same time, he was thinking about what to feed it. Following his heart, he took out the plate of osmanthus cake from Ke Rou and stuffed it into Lu Zhouxue.

Lu Zhouxue was stunned by the sudden feeding. The pastry that was stuffed into her unexpectedly was still hot, and the sweet fragrance made her swallow her saliva continuously. Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Fengzhuo in a daze, not understanding what he was doing.

"You eat, and I'll take care of the rest." Xiao Fengzhuo pinched Lu Zhouxue's ear. The latter looked like a teenager now, so he really treated him like a child. Naturally, he took the initiative to take charge of the complicated father-son relationship between Gu Yin and Lu Zhouxue.

So Lu Zhouxue, who was supposed to be a hero saving the damsel in distress, was sent aside by Xiao Fengzhuo to eat cakes. The latter briefly explained the current situation to Gu Yin, emphasizing that although Lu Zhouxue was Zhu Huang after Nirvana, he especially did not like others treating him as Yu Zhao.

"Bai Li Chang Qing has come out of retreat?" Gu Yin asked when he heard that Bai Li Chang Qing had brought his disciples to Rong City. He obviously didn't know much about Zhong Ting's affairs, otherwise how could Lu Zhou Xue not know that he was Zhu Huang's successor? "Why did he come to Rong City?"

"Of course, we are re-investigating the old case in Dongshan and clearing my name." Lu Zhouxue, who was eating cakes obediently beside him, suddenly interrupted. He propped his cheek and said, "I haven't asked Master Gu why he showed up in Rongcheng?"

"My daughter is dead. Why do you think I am here?" Gu Yin asked. He had been living in seclusion in the sword tomb for many years, but he didn't expect that his daughter's life star would fall one day. After a rough calculation, he learned that his daughter had been imprisoned in the Phoenix Terrace and suffered many grievances, and finally died unjustly.

The Sword God suddenly couldn't hold the sword steadily. He had punished evil for many years, but his grace had not been extended to his own daughter. His daughter was a tiny ball in his arms when she was young. He didn't wait for the agreed deadline to leave the sword tomb, and he didn't see his daughter grow up. Instead, he waited for the fire that would burn everything to ashes.

"So, you are here to support her?" Lu Zhouxue asked softly. He did not feel anything about Gu Yin's pain of losing his daughter. He was just very curious. Was Gu Yin also here out of "love" like Baili Changqing?

But it seems that there is no other reason.

"I'm here to atone my sins." Gu Yin said with regret. When he first learned about his daughter's experience, he was extremely distressed and resentful. He was distressed by his daughter's tragic death; he hated the person who had made a promise with him to protect his daughter but broke his promise. "I'm sorry for her."

Lu Zhouxue held the pastry in his hand and looked at Gu Yin steadily. There were some crumbs on the corners of his mouth but he didn't bother to wipe them off. He felt the familiar pain in the Sword God's body, regret, self-blame, and helplessness. He was too familiar with these emotions.

On the day Xiao Yueheng died, and even on every day that he didn't come back, Lu Zhouxue counted the bricks and stones and guarded the osmanthus tree, his chest filled with such despair and pity.

So when he saw this emotion in another poor man, his first thought was not sympathy, but pleasure, a self-abuse pleasure. His expression was cold, and he continued to provoke the father who had lost his daughter and was in great pain with vicious words: "It's too late, it's too late."

"Her flesh and blood became the fuel for my resurrection, but here—" Lu Zhouxue put his hand on his heart. There was a great vitality there, but he felt it was as desolate as a grave. "I can't feel her presence. You can't make up for it."

He wanted to tell Gu Yin that Yu Zhao had become him but no longer existed in his body. She had disappeared completely and there was no use in atonement.

Gu Yin didn't understand why Lu Zhouxue was so hostile to him, to the point of rubbing salt into his sore spots over and over again. Even if she was resentful of him for testing Xiao Fengzhuo's sword before, she should never be so mean to him.

Xiao Fengzhuo watched Lu Zhouxue provoking the wounded Gu Yin, who seemed to be in more pain than him. He finally reached out and took Lu Zhouxue into his arms, letting his head rest against his chest. He placed his hand on his head and gently soothed him: "There will be a good result, Mianmian."

He seemed to understand Lu Zhouxue's inexplicable emotions. He didn't ask anything, but was as tolerant as always: "Since you are a baby today, I allow you to cry in my chest."

It's just that Xiao Fengzhuo is extremely biased. He comforts Lu Zhouxue gently, but he is harsh to Gu Yin, the real victim and poor man: "Master Gu made my Mianmian cry, shouldn't you give him some apology?"

Gu Yin, who was originally immersed in sadness, suddenly laughed out of anger. He pointed at the person curled up in Xiao Fengzhuo's arms and said unwillingly: "It's obvious that he stabbed me in the heart, and I still have to apologize to him?"

"You are a thousand-year-old stinky old man, and you still want to argue with a child?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked sharply, "My Mianmian is your daughter's successor after all, so just tell me whether you want to give it to her or not?"

"Just continue to protect her." Gu Yin took out a jade token from his wallet with a complicated expression and handed it over. Looking at Lu Zhouxue who was being held in Xiao Fengzhuo's arms, he said half-warning and half-reminding, "Every failure makes you wiser. Haven't you learned your lesson after that incident?"

"You can't deny everything just because of one thing, right?" Xiao Fengzhuo's expression faded. He took over the jade token of apology from Gu Yin on behalf of Lu Zhouxue. Out of some kind of courtesy, he also reminded, "Perhaps you should meet Yin Ji."

"Yin Ji? One of the eight evil ghosts under the Ghost King?" Gu Yin was about to leave, but stopped when he heard Xiao Fengzhuo's pointed instructions. He turned around and asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anything special about her?"

"She has captured dozens of Zhongting monks. You help Baili Changqing share the pressure." Xiao Fengzhuo did not want to elaborate and just asked Gu Yin to go look for her, as if it was just for him to get Yin Ji away and help Baili Changqing rescue people.

"Of course." Xiao Fengzhuo said casually, and Gu Yin didn't think too much about it. He nodded and left, thinking it was just an ordinary rescue.

After Gu Yin left, Xiao Fengzhuo lowered his head and stroked Lu Zhouxue's hair, his tone changing back to his usual lazy tone: "You haven't cried yet?"

"I didn't cry." Lu Zhouxue raised his head, but his eyes were red. He really didn't cry. Unexpectedly, Xiao Fengzhuo looked at his rabbit-like eyes, but reached out to touch his eyes, and said with some pity: "You might as well cry freely when you are like this."

"It was Gu Yin whose daughter died, why should I be crying." Lu Zhouxue grabbed Xiao Fengzhuo's hand that was on his face, held it in his hand, stared at Xiao Fengzhuo intently, and began to make clumsy excuses for his sudden loss of composure.

"You don't need a reason to be sad." Xiao Fengzhuo squeezed his palm gently, as if teasing a kitten. "No one can be strong all the time, not even me. I have a warm embrace, and you just want to cry, so let's be vulnerable for a while, and then continue on our way."

There was no need for Lu Zhouxue to explain, Xiao Fengzhuo had already found an excuse for him. He heard the heartbeat in the other's chest, and it seemed as if his own soul resonated with it. The regrets that he had been unable to let go of suddenly became less important.

"Azhuo, thank you." Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but hook her arm around Xiao Fengzhuo's waist and hug him. The warmth of her body temperature dispelled the chill brought by the passing of the old lover. An indescribable sense of satisfaction filled her heart. Lu Zhouxue buried her face in Xiao Fengzhuo's arms and whispered, "The cakes are delicious."

"So you used my clothes to wipe your mouth?" Xiao Fengzhuo's teasing voice came from above. When Lu Zhouxue looked up, she saw his brightly smiling face. He reached out and wiped the cake crumbs on the corner of Lu Zhouxue's mouth, saying, "You're like a little baby, you still stick food in your mouth when you eat."

Lu Zhouxue pursed his lips, feeling a little embarrassed. Thinking back, he had never experienced such an embarrassing moment in the past. His ears turned red quietly. He turned his head away in embarrassment and whispered, "..."

"What?" Xiao Fengzhuo clearly heard it, but pretended not to hear it. He lowered his head and continued to tease Lu Zhouxue with a smile, "Didn't you just eat some pastries? Why don't you have the energy to speak louder?"

"I said, I didn't mean to use your clothes to wipe my mouth." Lu Zhouxue said without hesitation.

"Yeah, I know." Xiao Fengzhuo rubbed his head, "I just want you to use my clothes to wipe your mouth."