The years I was in the human world

"The Moon God is dead, and the Wuxiang people who ate his flesh and blood could not withstand the heavy divine power and died on the spot. The rest of the Wuxiang people were banished back to the lower world by the mountain god Taihuang, and their ancestral memories were wiped out. The passage from Lingshan to the divine world was also blocked, and no one could climb Mount Buzhou from then on." Lu Zhouxue had cut the Wuxiang people into pieces countless times in his mind, but now he could calmly recount the old events.

"They did create the divine bone, and the method is exactly the same as before, but they will not succeed." Lu Zhouxue opened his eyes at this time, looking into Xiao Fengzhuo's peaceful eyes, trying to see something from them, but he failed. The latter's eyes were indeed pure, without any delusion arising from his words, "Because the gods on Mount Buzhou are watching, the gods will not let go, and the delusion will only be delusion in the end."

"It wouldn't have succeeded anyway." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't know what he was thinking of. He smiled sarcastically and agreed, "With such means, even if a god was created successfully, he would still be a demon god who kills people without blinking an eye."

"Azhuo, don't you have any other questions?" Lu Zhouxue still stared at Xiao Fengzhuo intently, not giving up the intention of prying into the latter's true thoughts. He spoke softly, as if deliberately tempting something, "For example, why do I know all this, and why is Azhuo never curious about my strange abilities?" Lu Zhouxue was suspicious when he saw Xiao Jin, let alone Xiao Fengzhuo who was in the mortal world? He didn't believe it, and he didn't doubt it.

"Don't try to test me." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed, stretched out his finger to touch Lu Zhouxue's forehead and poked him back, "Everyone has secrets that are hard to tell others, and I am no exception. If Mianmian is willing to talk, I will listen attentively. If you don't want to talk, that's fine too. What I like and care about is you, not your unknown secrets, glory, or even faults. The rest is actually not important."

"Azhuo has a good mouth for words." Lu Zhouxue tilted his head back to hide from Xiao Fengzhuo's finger poking his forehead. The latter had seen his most embarrassed look. There was nothing else to hide, so he told the rest of the story calmly, "I am not a phoenix reborn from Nirvana. I was once a so-called god on Mount Buzhou, and was demoted from the realm of gods."

"Yeah, I expected it." Xiao Fengzhuo's reaction was still very calm, so calm that Lu Zhouxue even suspected that he didn't hear what he said clearly.

"Had you anticipated this?" Lu Zhouxue raised an eyebrow, wanting to ask, "Azhuo, why don't you tell me what you anticipated?"

"Yu Zhao's phoenix bloodline is impure. Coupled with the method used to induce the birth of divine bones, she only has one life to begin with. How can she be reborn in Nirvana?" Seeing the surprise on Lu Zhouxue's face, Xiao Fengzhuo inexplicably wanted to pinch his fair face. Following his heart, Xiao Fengzhuo did just that. His fingers were not delicate, and even had a layer of rough calluses from his old sword practice. Lu Zhouxue's face turned red after a while.

"On the day when the Red Phoenix passed away, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light. If it wasn't for the birth of some extraordinary creature, just a human-demon hybrid, how could there be such a big scene?" Xiao Fengzhuo said, barely answering Lu Zhouxue's question. "I suspected that Qi Nankuo was plotting something behind my back, so I went to the Zhongting Court to find out what was going on under the pretext of returning the Phoenix to the clan, and then I saw the beautiful Mianmian under the low wall."

Talking about their first encounter, both of them couldn't help but laugh and cry. Lu Zhouxue thought Xiao Fengzhuo was just some little brat from some random family, but he didn't expect him to be an old demon. He looked up at the latter's bright eyes and asked the question he had wanted to ask for a long time: "Why do you call me Mianmian?"

"Mianmian, guess what?" Lu Zhouxue thought he could get the answer, but Xiao Fengzhuo suddenly kept him in suspense. No matter how he asked, she refused to say anything and quickly changed the subject. "Let's not dwell on this. Mianmian came from Buzhou Mountain. I wonder what her job is in the God Realm?"

"Azhuo, why don't you guess it?" Lu Zhouxue also imitated Xiao Fengzhuo to keep the secret, as if to retaliate against the latter for not telling him the truth.

"Let me guess." Xiao Fengzhuo took Lu Zhouxue in his arms and thought for a moment before lowering his head and said, "Mianmian is so dignified and elegant, and her magic power also carries a sense of icy coldness. She must be the Four Seasons God who controls snow. According to the records in ancient books, Qingjun Huangzhong controls winter and is also in charge of matters after death. I guess it is Mianmian."

"Qingjun Huangzhong?" Lu Zhouxue frowned, looking a little confused. He didn't know what Qingjun Huangzhong was. He thought that the so-called ancient book handed down from generation to generation had an error in the record. He didn't think much about it, shook his head, and said seriously, "No, it's Snow God Sui Miao, and his Dharma name is Sui Miao."

"The end of the year?" Xiao Fengzhuo raised an eyebrow, remembering what Lu Zhouxue called himself when he was disguised as a demon in Rongcheng. He propped his chin up and said, "It turns out that the family background that Mianmian reported at that time was true."

"Yes." Lu Zhouxue nodded, and suddenly remembered the woman he met in the previous flashback, and asked again, "Who was the woman with the scimitar before? She is an old friend of yours, why did she suddenly attack you?"

That woman was very strong, at least as skilled as Baili Changqing. This could be seen from the fact that Lu Zhouxue was no match for her, even though his realm had plummeted due to the Heartbreak Gu.

"Mianmian should have seen the weapon she used. At that time, you and I were both in the state of retrospection. Couldn't Mianmian guess it?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked back in a firm tone.

Lu Zhouxue certainly had some guesses, but because she had guessed it, looking at how miserable Xiao Fengzhuo was now, she was unwilling to believe it.

Seeing him silent, Xiao Fengzhuo smiled helplessly, patted Lu Zhouxue on the head as a comfort, and said calmly: "Why do you have to be so calm? What's past is past. There's nothing unacceptable."

"I was handsome before, wasn't I?" Xiao Fengzhuo said, blinking his eyes, somewhat proudly, and calmly admitted that he had transformed into a woman in the past, as if he had not noticed Lu Zhouxue's expression turning from pity to helplessness. He continued proudly, "Although I am not that good now, I still beat up many people with that scimitar back then."

"Why did Ah Zhuo transform into a woman?" Infected by Xiao Fengzhuo's carefree attitude, Lu Zhouxue's worries seemed to disappear without a trace. Listening to Xiao Fengzhuo's words, he couldn't help laughing, and put his fist to his lips to hide his smile, "Miss Xiao is indeed stunningly beautiful. I almost didn't recognize her."

"..." He has learned bad things. Xiao Fengzhuo sighed in his heart. The realm of retrospection did not regenerate. The roof under which the two sat was still the roof, but it changed from a relatively intact building to a ruined temple filled with gloomy air.

The solemn and majestic statue has lost its original luster due to the passage of time and has become gray. Cracks run through the top of the head, and the bottom of the stone base is covered with dust and cobwebs.