The years I was in the human world

The Samsara Mirror shattered into pieces in Lu Zhouxue's hand. The fragments cut his palms at the moment of shattering, leaving long and thin blood marks. The bright red blood wet his palms in an instant.

"It's broken." Lu Zhouxue said calmly, raised her hand and concentrated for a moment, twisted her fingers a few times, and her expression changed slightly. Seeing this, Xiao Fengzhuo asked, "Why, has the cause and effect of the situation changed?"

Lu Zhouxue calculated the fate of two hundred years ago, in order to understand whether the original trajectory of events in the past two hundred years had changed due to the Samsara Mirror. Hearing Xiao Fengzhuo's question, he shook his head: "If there were any changes, it would be expected. It is precisely the absence of any changes that is strange."

Before they had the time to deal with those monks who knew the future development of events in advance, the Samsara Mirror was broken. Logically, the development of events in the next two hundred years should have changed accordingly. At least during the time that had changed, Lu Zhouxue and Xiao Fengzhuo were both alive and well.

But the current situation is that the impact they caused in the past has not been eliminated, but the future development has not changed accordingly. In short, the Samsara Mirror allowed them to return to the past, but it did not allow them to change the past at all. Lu Zhouxue frowned: "How can this be?"

"According to the current situation, no change is actually a good thing." Xiao Fengzhuo acted like a ready-made solution. He said nonchalantly, holding Lu Zhouxue's injured hand carefully and using his spiritual power to carefully heal the wound. "Does it hurt?"

"Not bad." Lu Zhouxue shook her head. The two of them left the room where the sarcophagus was placed. Changle Palace was still deserted and completely separated from the noisy world of the dead outside. Looking through the crack in the door at the lonely souls parading away, Lu Zhouxue suddenly asked, "Where is Xie Huaiyu?"

"Oh, I was so busy taking you away that I forgot about that kid." Xiao Fengzhuo slapped his head and cast a spell on the spot. A moment later, accompanied by an earthquake, a strange beast shaped like a tiger or leopard with wings on its back broke through the palace gate and came in, carrying a person in its mouth.

The strange beast lowered its head and placed the man at the feet of the two men, then raised its claws and patted Xiao Fengzhuo on the back like two brothers, almost knocking him over. It turned its eyes and glanced at Lu Zhouxue indifferently, then quickly disappeared along the same path it came from.

Xie Huaiyu was lying unconscious on the ground. He was not seriously injured, but was being carried around by the strange beast. He looked quite miserable. Lu Zhouxue sighed softly, squatted down, helped him up and held him against his arms, wiped his face, and took out a bottle of pills from his sleeve and fed it to Xie Huaiyu.

Xiao Fengzhuo touched his nose with a guilty look on his face and explained awkwardly, "This kid was slow to react. After I took you away, he was still in a daze and was captured by the paper dolls parading in the street and made into a princess. So I asked the nearby Qiongqi to rescue him."

"This matter was originally my fault for not thinking it through. Why did Ah Zhuo take the responsibility himself?" Lu Zhouxue sighed. If he hadn't burned the paper figures in the parade, there wouldn't have been the chaos that followed. The reason was that he had suffered a loss at the hands of Kong Que, so he wasn't so concerned about Xie Huaiyu now.

As he was talking, Xie Huaiyu, who was knocked unconscious by Qiongqi, slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zhouxue squatting beside him, looking at him with concern. Xie Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out the situation, he hesitantly asked, "Master?"

"Hey, you're awake?" Xiao Fengzhuo poked his head over, raised his hand and pressed on Xie Huaiyu's head like he was rubbing a muggle, and then said to Lu Zhouxue with a playful smile, "Your brain is fine, it seems nothing serious."

Xie Huaiyu was completely awakened by Xiao Fengzhuo's rubbing of his head. He sat up from the ground, looked around, and then asked with lingering fear: "Where is the beast?"

"Which one? Qiongqi?" Xiao Fengzhuo stretched out his hand to pull Xie Huaiyu up, and replied casually, "It left after I put it down for you. Why, are you reluctant to let it go?"

"Qiongqi? Commander Xiao, are you kidding?" Qiongqi is a legendary creature and no one in this world has seen it for thousands of years. After hearing what Xiao Fengzhuo said, Xie Huaiyu widened his eyes in shock and did not even bother to pay attention to the second half of the other party's teasing words.

"Tsk, why would I lie to you?" Xiao Fengzhuo curled his lips, as if he was going to call Qiongqi back to save face. Lu Zhouxue patted his head with a smile and scolded him softly: "Stop making trouble, business is more important."

"Mianmian, since that girl is obsessed with resurrecting her dead mother, then why did she bring your body to the land of gods to summon your soul?" Xiao Fengzhuo thought about Peacock's loyal and righteous appearance before the Mirror of Reincarnation was broken, and his tone was playful.

"Are you talking about that girl Kong Qing?" Xie Huaiyu interrupted, "I heard my junior brother arguing with her before. She said that she seemed to be planning to resurrect someone, but because her soul was incomplete, the prepared container could not accept it."

"Ahaha, so, the resurrection of an old love and regret are all pretense." Xiao Fengzhuo laughed when he heard that. Thinking about what he saw in the Sad Red Mirror, he raised his eyebrows at Lu Zhouxue and said, "She wants to use you to replenish Zhu Huang's soul. She really is grabbing a sheep and pulling it."

"Zhu Huang's soul is incomplete, so the best person to heal it is naturally a god, and the second best is a cultivator. But now she can't target you, so I'm afraid she will do something else." Xiao Fengzhuo said in a cold tone, and his attitude towards Peacock was almost disgusting.

"Not necessarily." Lu Zhouxue thought for a moment and said, "She originally had her eyes on me because she had no choice. Now that she has met Qinghe, she probably won't have any thoughts about me anymore. On the contrary, even if Kong Que is sure that Qinghe is not Zhu Huang, because of the identical face, Kong Que will probably find a way to use her to replenish Zhu Huang's soul."

Xie Huaiyu listened to the conversation between the two and became more and more frightened. He asked in disbelief, "Is the person you are talking about really Peacock?"

Xie Huaiyu had never seen Kong Que. When he was famous as Chunhui Jun, Yu Zhao was still a young girl. Later, when Kong Que died like a ghost at the hands of Yaoguang and others in Dongshan, he was still young. His impression of her all came from a sentence of Yu Zhao in the past: "My Kong Qing is a very obedient child. Senior Brother will definitely like her."

Because he loves everyone in the court, he hates everyone in it, but he still has some good imaginations about Peacock, who took the position of court president with thundering means. Therefore, the more he listened to Xiao and Lu at this moment, the more frightened he became.

"If you want to know what kind of person she is, just ask your junior brother when you return to Zhongting." Xiao Fengzhuo was too lazy to answer Xie Huaiyu's questions.

After he finished speaking, he immediately changed the subject and continued with what Lu Zhouxue had said before, "Since Qinghe is involved, we should also send her a message and give her a warning."

Some people just can't stand being talked about. As soon as Xiao Fengzhuo finished speaking, Qinghe sent a long-distance voice message to both of them at the same time: "Yaosu, at the end of the year, the voice message I sent to the God Realm just now was blocked. The situation here has changed in an instant. I'm afraid there may be heresy. How are you two doing now?"

"Heretic? Ah Zhuo and I are in the underground mausoleum under the old capital. We are safe for now. Where are you?" Xiao Fengzhuo and Lu Zhouxue exchanged a glance. The latter quickly told Qinghe his previous guess and reminded him at the end, "People's minds are hard to predict. Qinghe, you must be extremely careful and don't be careless."

"I know. According to the Jiangshan painting scroll, I am now in the so-called East Mountain Valley. This place looks peaceful and tranquil at first glance, but it is full of resentment and evil spirits. It is quite strange. I will come to find you two as soon as I get out of here." Qinghe's voice was sometimes loud and sometimes soft. He was indeed in trouble.

"Okay, be careful." Lu Zhouxue was not worried that she would fall into the ghost den of Dongshan. Qinghe was the Xia Si, who was actually in charge of disasters. He always emphasized decisiveness in killing, unlike them, the Four Seasons Gods, who would have extra tolerance and mercy.

Cutting off Tong Qinghe's voice transmission, Xiao Fengzhuo looked at Lu Zhouxue: "What is Mianmian going to do next?"

"Let's get out of here first." Lu Zhouxue said.

"Are you worried about Qinghe?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked, half jokingly and half seriously, "Mianmian seems to have a good relationship with her. When we were in Buzhou Mountain, she asked me for your body. She also had a fight with Taihuang and Axue because of Ke Qin's harm to you."

"Qinghe... I think he is a close friend from the old days." Lu Zhouxue did not notice the subtle awkwardness in Xiao Fengzhuo's words. He thought about it and had some complicated feelings towards Qinghe. During those years when he lived in seclusion, except for Hua Chao who visited him occasionally, Qinghe was his best friend.

Qinghe acted straightforwardly and decisively, and was unusually gentle when facing him. He could be considered a rare true friend, but Lu Zhouxue himself had never been sincere to her. Or perhaps, he had been burdened with many worries over the past thousands of years and had long since decided to die, so he was unwilling to have close friendships with anyone.

"She is your best friend, what about me?" Xiao Fengzhuo leaned against Lu Zhouxue softly, and his tall and strong body shrank into the man's arms miserably, rubbing his head against the latter's neck, with the two cat ears on his head swaying in his hair.

Lu Zhouxue got the hint this time. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was deliberately curled up in his arms. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Xiao Fengzhuo shrugged his nose in a wronged manner and was about to start howling. Lu Zhouxue lifted his chin without saying a word and kissed the chattering mouth.

Xiao Fengzhuo's eyes widened for a moment, and he seemed a little stunned because of the unexpectedness. The touch on his lips was gone as soon as he came to his senses. When he came to his senses, Lu Zhouxue was already looking at him with a smile: "Are you satisfied with this answer, Ah Zhuo?"

……

The underground royal mausoleum was deep and vast, with no one knowing how big it was. The time they spent in the Samsara Mirror did not affect the real years. The three of them kept their mouths shut, put on wizard robes to conceal their auras, and walked out of Changle Palace. The Undead City was still as lively as before.

"Why are these people like this?" Lu Zhouxue looked at the long street that seemed to be bustling with people but was actually full of zombies. He couldn't help but ask Xiao Fengzhuo in the voice transmission, "Are they alive or dead?"

"I don't know either." Xiao Fengzhuo glanced at them calmly, not caring much. He casually pulled up the hood of Lu Zhouxue's robe and said in the voice transmission, "They will jump up when they smell blood. They are probably dead creatures. Let's go over quietly and try not to alarm them."

Xiao Fengzhuo was very smart, but not everyone was so perceptive. Not long after the three of them walked on the long street, they met another group of cultivators. Lu Zhouxue saw that they were dressed neatly and had arrogant looks, and they were not the group of cultivators that were thrown down by the Bamboo-Clothed Ghost before.

This group of people did not hide their awareness of their bloodiness. They walked around the royal mausoleum with swagger, chatting recklessly, not paying any attention to the dead souls wandering around them, with a kind of ignorant and fearless arrogance.

Xie Huaiyu tugged at Lu Zhouxue's sleeve, pointed at the group of monks coming towards them, and gestured, "Will they cause any trouble if they do this?"

"Don't worry about it." Xiao Fengzhuo pressed Xie Huaiyu's wrist, motioning him to look at the embarrassed people in the monks' team, and gloated in his voice transmission, "Those people escaped from the Bamboo Clothed Ghost. I think they had already told this group of people about the dangers of the underground royal mausoleum when they met. Now they are still so rampant. It can only be said that good words cannot persuade the damned ghosts."

"Get out of the way." Lu Zhouxue frowned, but agreed with Xiao Fengzhuo's words. The three were about to bypass the group of cultivators, but they didn't expect that someone in the cultivator team had already seen them. When they saw them leaving, they shouted, "Stop, which sect are you from?"

The moment that person spoke, the gazes that were originally focused on the monks also fell on the three people vaguely, with inquiring, speculative, and malicious eyes, as if a sticky swamp had a skeleton-like hand reaching out from it, trying to drag the people on the shore down, which was very uncomfortable.

"He Huan Sect, Lu Xiaoxiao." Xiao Fengzhuo signaled Lu Zhouxue to stay put, took off his hood, and smiled beautifully at the group of people. Several cultivators stared at him with their eyes wide open, and took the initiative to invite him, "The road ahead is dangerous, Miss Lu, why don't you come with us?"

"No need—" Before Xiao Fengzhuo could open his mouth to refuse, another cultivator snorted coldly, swept his eyes over him with contempt, and said sarcastically: "What kind of trash dares to come to Huangquan Secret Realm to fight for treasures? You really don't know your place."

So the underground mausoleum of the Immortal Kingdom was actually regarded by these high-ranking cultivators as a secret place where natural treasures were hidden? Xiao Fengzhuo raised his eyebrows and couldn't help laughing. He looked at the man who was speaking with a smile on his face and said, "You are quite ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth."

As soon as Xiao Fengzhuo finished saying this, the entire royal mausoleum fell silent in an instant. The bustling voices disappeared without a trace in an instant. Then a cold wind suddenly blew up, blowing up the scattered paper money and funeral objects on the ground. The scent of burning incense mixed with the stench of decaying corpses assaulted everyone's sense of smell.

"What happened?" The incident was so obvious that the monks all became alert, with their hands on their usual weapons, ready for battle.

But then nothing happened. The whole world became quiet. It was so quiet that only the breathing of the monks could be heard. If something tried to find something through breathing, no one would be spared.