The years I was in the human world

"What are you doing?" The monk's action was interrupted by a woman's voice that suddenly interrupted. At the door at the end of the banquet hall stood a moon-white figure with a head full of black hair swaying in the wind. Under the light stood a woman who looked like a banished immortal.

After she finished speaking, she walked a few steps into the brightly lit hall. She looked straight at Qi Nankuo and asked loudly, "Brother treated you so well, is this how you repay him? The demon race values ​​informality, and it doesn't want you to be as heartless as a beast!"

The person who came was Ke Rou. Lu Zhouxue clenched his hands unconsciously. It was the same as the last time when she tortured him after Qi Nankuo.

Ke Rou's words were very harsh, and not only Qi Nankuo, but also Kong Que looked unhappy. After all, in terms of their ruthlessness and cruelty, the two of them were in cahoots with each other.

The people around Yaoguang were about to control Ke Rou, but she raised her hand to stop them and asked Ke Rou warily, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you all doing here? I am here to do the same thing." Ke Rou said, pulling the monk holding a knife out of the cage and throwing it at Qi Nankuo's feet, then finding a seat next to Qi Nankuo and sitting down, "Don't worry about me, just do what you need to do."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Qi Nankuo asked in a low voice, his tone a little gritted. He didn't believe that Ke Rou didn't have any other plans.

"Isn't the point what you want to do? Qi, Nan, Kuo." Ke Rou asked with a faint smile, clinking her wine glass with him calmly, "Also, according to seniority, you have to call me aunt."

"You've already done it, and now you're regretting it and want to make amends?" Qi Nankuo sneered, pointing at Lu Zhouxue and saying, "I know you want to protect him for Uncle Wang's sake, but who is he? Is he worthy of my Uncle Wang's love?"

As Qi Nankuo finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook, as if something was destroyed. Yaoguang's face changed slightly, and she had a bad feeling: "What's going on?"

Outside the wide-open palace gate, a streak of fireworks suddenly shone brightly in the dark sky. Under the bright light, a monk in a dishevelled state stumbled in, knelt down in front of Yaoguang, and said with his head on the ground, "My lady, this is bad. The formation has been broken—"

"How can a formation built with the blood of millions of people be broken just like that? What nonsense are you talking about?!" Yaoguang's face twisted in an instant. The formation was originally prepared for the purpose of killing gods, and it was not something that ordinary people could break. But since her subordinates appeared in front of her like this, it meant that something went wrong.

Yaoguang thought quickly, remembering the incoherent words Xiao Yueheng said when he was crazy. Suddenly she thought of something and turned to look at Lu Zhouxue who had always looked indifferent: "It's you. Where's Xiao Fengzhuo?"

"I'll go and take a look." Xing Yuan immediately stood up and said, and Yaoguang didn't stop him, which was considered as her tacit consent.

"You are very smart. You can fight back even at this point, but what can you change?" Yaoguang said to Lu Zhouxue, and then said to Qi Nankuo, "Since something unexpected has happened, there is no need to wait for my father to avoid more trouble. Just activate the formation directly."

"You got it for free." Qi Nankuo looked at Lu Zhouxue with resentment, gathered spiritual energy in his palm, and then suddenly poured it into the ground. Suddenly, a blood-red pattern lit up on the floor, which looked like a drawn formation. But soon the pattern dimmed, and his face changed instantly, "It's ineffective."

"How could it be--" Yaoguang's words were stuck in her throat. The sharp white silk had wrapped around her throat at some point, and the skin on her neck was cut accidentally, and beads of bright red blood flowed out.

The other end of the thread obediently wrapped around Lu Zhouxue's fingertips. He lazily sat on the cage with his legs crossed, his other hand supporting his chin. His posture looked very lazy. Looking at the astonished faces of the two people, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, so beautiful that it was breathtaking: "Everything has changed, hasn't it?"

Lu Zhouxue was not in the habit of saying harsh words, and as he finished saying this, he suddenly twitched the silk thread at his fingertips, with a ruthless movement aimed at cutting off Yaoguang's head. Yaoguang had no time to react, and her head was about to fall to the ground, when a long sword filled with bloody murderous aura suddenly stabbed in, temporarily preventing the tightening of the Tianbai silk.

It was during this moment of sluggishness that Yaoguang was able to seize the opportunity to escape. She dodged and fell to a distant place. She wiped her neck in a panic and felt a sticky blood on her hand. She looked at Lu Zhouxue with an instantly cold look: "You didn't get the intestinal poison?"

"Guess?" Lu Zhouxue chuckled. His bulging belly had disappeared. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the white silk suddenly extended and shot out like a sharp arrow, attacking Yaoguang as if it had its own wisdom. "Your Majesty only knows how to dodge. How long can you hide?"

The long sword that had just blocked Tian Baisi blocked Lu Zhouxue's attack again. The owner of the sword was Kong Que. She was seen holding the Zhaoyang Sword and blocking in front of Yaoguang, staring at Lu Zhouxue. She asked, "You are stronger than before."

From the moment she knew that Lu Zhouxue did not have the intestinal poison, Kong Que knew that he had come back with her. She did not ask any meaningless questions like "When did you come back?" She only knew that even if she could turn back time, there was no possibility for her and Lu Zhouxue to resolve their past grievances.

In order to fulfill her ambition, she will definitely kill Lu Zhouxue again, and the latter will remember the hatred of killing her and will fight to the death.

"I taught you swordsmanship and found a master for you, but you killed me without hesitation; she forced your mother to death and caused you to lose your father at a young age, but you wanted to protect her?" Lu Zhouxue was no longer affected by Kong Que's actions. He said this simply because he found it unbelievable.

"My mother's death was caused by a wrongful conviction in an old case at Dongshan. What does it have to do with the Empress?" After saying this, Kong Que seemed to lack confidence and took the initiative to attack Lu Zhouxue. Each of his swords was a fatal killing move. While he was fighting, he was also bluffing. "Lu Zhouxue, you don't know anything, how can you teach me?"

Rather than arguing with Lu Zhouxue, she was trying to convince herself - how could she not know that Yaoguang had forced her mother to death? But she was still immature, and she could use the evidence she knew to threaten Yaoguang to cooperate, but she couldn't let Yaoguang know that she hated her.

If it's the former, Yaoguang will only think that she is ambitious and at most will try to trip her up; if it's the latter, Yaoguang will definitely find a way to take her life even at the risk of exposing her evidence. Who wouldn't be worried about someone who can threaten them and also holds hatred towards them?

Therefore, even if she was accused of recognizing a thief as her mother, she had to pretend to be ignorant and continue the play by confusing right and wrong. This way, Yaoguang would not be suspicious, and she could slowly build up her power and then take revenge.

Lu Zhouxue dodged another sword thrust from Kongque by turning his head. The white silk on his fingertips twitched rapidly, and he cut towards Kongque with a bloodthirsty look. The silk thread hit the sword with a crisp sound. Kongque entangled the white silk with his sword and said to Yaoguang beside him: "What are you standing there for? Get started!"

Yaoguang instantly regained her focus and temporarily put aside the quarrels with Kongque. She formed five fingers into claws and attacked Lu Zhouxue. Qi Nankuo also wanted to help, but Kongque repelled Lu Zhouxue's attack with a sword and said to him, "He lacks the temperament for swordsmanship. Setting up a mind formation can break his defense."

The Mingxin Formation is called Mingxin, but it cannot make people abandon worldly distractions. Instead, it will make people with unstable minds even more agitated. The reason why Lu Zhouxue couldn't lift a sword in the past was because of his inner demons. If it were two hundred years ago, using the Mingxin Formation to deal with him would have been a precise solution.

Upon hearing this, Qi Nankuo quickly summoned the other cultivators nearby and began to set up the formation on the spot. Everyone who came wanted to get a piece of the pie in the plan to take the divine bone, so they naturally knew that they could not let Lu Zhouxue go, so no one refused to respond to Qi Nankuo's call.

"You do understand me." Lu Zhouxue acted very calm about their behavior. He even wanted to chat with Kong Que.

He fought off the attacking Yaoguang and Kongque with great force. He built a Mu Cang Mountain around him to block their attack. He took back the Tianbai silk. At that time, a strand of Yaoguang's hair was cut off by the cold wind of Mu Cang Mountain, and another wound was on her throat.

At that critical moment of life and death, a fragmentary picture suddenly flashed through her mind: the embarrassed Lu Zhouxue tied the white silk to a golden leg bone, and then used the hastily made longbow to shoot an arrow through her father's chest.

Without having time to think about the reasons for these images, she couldn't help but yelled, "Not good!"

Peacock also quickly remembered the power of Lu Zhouxue's Cangyue Bow. Seeing that Yaoguang was in a daze and could not be relied on at all, and Qi Nankuo's Mingxin Formation was not yet completed, she gritted her teeth and decided to burn her boats. After withstanding the fierce wind from Mu Cangshan Mountain, she desperately broke into the inner circle.

Lu Zhouxue doesn't know how to use a sword, and the Tianbai silk has been retracted. The inner circle of the Mu Cang Mountain is very small. If she attacks him now, Lu Zhouxue will not be able to dodge. Even if he can break the blockade of the outer circle, he will also suffer from the backlash of the Mu Cang Mountain. No matter how you look at it, this is a good opportunity.

Peacock planned it well. She drew her sword without hesitation and stabbed Lu Zhouxue. However, with a crisp sound of metal collision, she looked at Lu Zhouxue in astonishment - the latter was holding an ancient broken sword in his hand, blocking her sword as still as a mountain.

The next moment, the sword suddenly turned around, and the sharp sword light flashed for an instant. A blood mark ran along Peacock's left shoulder diagonally downward, and the tendons of her right forearm were cut together. Blood gushed out, and the Zhaoyang Sword in her hand slipped out of her hand in an instant, falling to the ground with a dull sound.

Kong Que spat out a mouthful of blood. She staggered back a few steps, but couldn't hold on any longer. She knelt on one knee and looked up at Lu Zhouxue in doubt: "You..."

Lu Zhouxue casually shook off the blood droplets on the broken sword, and pointed the sword tip at the half-kneeling Peacock. He tilted his head, looking very innocent, and said in the tone of Xiao Fengzhuo: "Surprised? How can I hold a sword? Little girl, since you know that I crawled out of a coffin, how dare you be so self-righteous?"

Peacock did not answer immediately. She avoided Lu Zhouxue's gaze. The tendons in her right hand were cut and the wound was very painful, but her hand was out of control. She picked up the sword with her intact left hand, and it seemed that she wanted to continue fighting with Lu Zhouxue.

"You are so self-righteous, aren't you?" Peacock took a deep breath. The wound on her body hurt so much that her consciousness was a little blurry. "You are very strong now, but with so many people, how many can you resist?"

As soon as Kong Que finished speaking, a figure suddenly fell from above, half of the body covered in blood, and fell in front of everyone. A big hole appeared in the roof, and the lonely moonlight flowed in through the gap. A moon-white figure fell down immediately after, and said in a brisk tone: "So what if there are a lot of people? They are just a mob."

"A Zhuo." Seeing the person coming, Lu Zhouxue instantly put away the surrounding Mu Cangshan, and his tone was filled with excitement that he himself did not notice.

"I'm here, are you hurt?" Xiao Fengzhuo looked Lu Zhouxue up and down as if no one was around. Lu Zhouxue shook her head, grabbed his hand and squeezed it, then said, "Don't touch me. What about you? Are you hurt?"

"Mianmian, who are you looking down on?" Xiao Fengzhuo said jokingly. He glanced at Xing Yuan lying on the ground, snorted softly, and said disdainfully, "With just this little ability, you can't hurt me."

"Uncle Wang, your cultivation..." Feeling Xiao Fengzhuo's extraordinary cultivation, Qi Nankuo felt a little uneasy. In the past, he was fearless because he relied on Xiao Fengzhuo's favor and the fact that the latter had his demon core removed and was no match for him.

But now Xiao Fengzhuo has a "new love", and his cultivation has somehow returned, even far surpassing its heyday. Xiao Fengzhuo has always done whatever he wants, so it is hard to say that he won't have a sudden whim and bring up old issues to destroy him.

"Brother Su." Ke Rou, who had retreated long ago and was watching the fire from the sidelines, also came over and gently called Xiao Fengzhuo "Brother". Although there was the same confusion in her eyes as Qi Nankuo, she didn't say much.

"Yeah." Xiao Fengzhuo just nodded to Ke Rou and ignored Qi Nankuo who was looking at him eagerly.

Seeing that he was completely disliked, Qi Nankuo suddenly clenched his fists, dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but his face was peaceful: "Why is Uncle Wang here?"

"The formation has been solved, let's go." Xiao Fengzhuo pretended not to see Qi Nankuo and talked to Lu Zhouxue on his own, even wanting to tease him, "Do you want me to carry you?"

"You two are too arrogant, coming as you please and leaving as you please." Yaoguang said from the side. Her clothes were a little messy after the fight, but she was still dignified and superior. As she finished speaking, more monks suddenly appeared outside the hall.

An old man with a white beard and a Taoist look walked in from outside the hall. Yaoguang respectfully called him "Father". The man was none other than Venerable Mingjing.

"You have done a good job. Leave the rest to your father." The trajectory of many things has changed. Yaoguang did not do a good job this time, but Mingjing did not blame her. Instead, he said that she did a good job. However, Yaoguang was indifferent to her father's praise. She responded and stepped aside.