The years I was in the human world

After dealing with Peacock, the troubles in the world were not over. However, Xiao Jin insisted on solving the following trivial matters by himself and did not let others interfere. The other three knew his selfishness and knew that although he favored his younger brother, he would never use his power for personal gain, so they let him do it.

"Now that the turmoil in the world has calmed down and everything has been settled, Mianmian, come back with me to Mount Buzhou to get married. What do you think?" On the day of his return, Xiao Fengzhuo held Lu Zhouxue's hand and looked at him earnestly, with affection in his pair of mandarin duck eyes.

"Azhuo wants to marry me?" Lu Zhouxue looked at him teasingly and hooked his palm with her fingertips, but he felt a little hesitant in his heart because of the return of the Lord of Heaven. He hesitated, just looking at Xiao Fengzhuo's eyes that seemed to see nothing but him. Lu Zhouxue couldn't help but think of their first meeting in the Taihuang Temple.

At that time they passed each other and no one had ever seen each other.

"Yeah, I thought about it." Xiao Fengzhuo said frankly with his eyebrows curved, and he moved closer to Lu Zhouxue excitedly and flexibly, with pure joy in his eyes - compared to aiming for the top of the sky, he was more obsessed with having no regrets in the present, even though sometimes he didn't understand what good times and good scenes were, and his confession always came so suddenly.

But every time I do it, I think it over carefully and take it seriously.

"But A'zhuo, my temple has collapsed and I can't go back." Lu Zhouxue said calmly. His words were a mixture of truth and falsehood. It was not a lie, but it was definitely not sincere.

As Qingjun, he was a loser in his experiences, and as Suimo, he was even more defeated. The throne of the god on Mount Buzhou that originally belonged to him was transferred to someone else when he died two hundred years ago. According to the rules of heaven, even if he was once a god, he had to honestly walk the path to heaven as a mortal if he wanted to go back.

But since he was starting over again, Lu Zhouxue didn't want to stick to just one position of god. He wanted to fulfill his own ambition - just like the mortals who climbed Mount Buzhou ten thousand years ago, to fight for the opportunity to be chosen as the master by Heaven.

As for the things you originally possessed, such as the throne of God, friends, or anything else, you can abandon them when necessary.

Letting go of things is actually a step on the path to enlightenment.

"In the eyes of heaven, I am just a mortal. It is not allowed by the rules for gods to talk about love with mortals." Lu Zhouxue said, his inner reaction was indifferent. The enthusiasm for worshipping power that he had forcibly suppressed due to the change in his fate during the tribulation was now reviving little by little.

The law of nature is an absolutely ruthless judgement, but people in the world are always helpless and cannot control their own destiny, so there are gods to supplement the cold and cruel law. Gods are tolerant and compassionate, and have feelings and righteousness, but this does not mean that they can be promiscuous and partial.

This does not mean that gods cannot love mortals, but that they cannot change the fate of mortals because of personal feelings. This would be unfair to other people.

"What do the laws of heaven have to do with you and me?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked softly. The moment he finished speaking, thunderclouds surged in the sky, as if warning the rebellious Xiao Fengzhuo, and also as if warning the gods who had fallen into mediocrity not to act rashly.

"Mianmian, I only ask for your decision. Can you allow me to be with you through life and death, and to share happiness and misfortune?" The thunder in the sky seemed to be about to strike down at the next moment.

When he became a god by chance many years ago, Xiao Fengzhuo was very clear that he would never be able to be as indifferent to joy and sorrow as a true god. The rules of heaven are actually quite harsh for the sake of fairness and justice, but the gods do not think of them as restrictions.

But he could not bear it any more, so he went back and forth in the human world for many years, saw too many joys and sorrows of the world, and developed a certain divinity of being able to remain calm in the face of adversity. However, deep down, he was still an ordinary man, so now, he had violated the precepts.

The thunder that had been brewing for a long time fell in an instant. This time it was just a warning, so it only landed at Xiao Fengzhuo's feet. He still didn't care and stared at Lu Zhouxue paranoidly, determined to get a clear answer.

At the moment when Lu Zhouxue was distracted just now, Xiao Fengzhuo suddenly had an absurd illusion that Lu Zhouxue was a handful of fine sand, which would flow away bit by bit through his fingers.

"If the gods are partial, all living beings will suffer. The emperor was exiled for murdering people a hundred years ago, and Taihuang tried to cover it up, so he was also punished." Seeing that Xiao Feng had the idea of ​​rebelling, Qinghe, who always strictly enforced the law, could not help but look cold, "Yaosu, do you also want to break the law like them?"

"So what... At worst, I won't be a god anymore." Xiao Fengzhuo chuckled. He made a solemn decision and even ignored the heavens that were chattering in his mind. He stared at Lu Zhouxue intently, looking very affectionate.

"You are simply crazy." Qinghe looked at him unreasonably, as if he wanted to knock open his head to see what was inside. "If you want to be with him forever, why rush now? What's the point of waiting for him to cultivate for hundreds of years and return to the divine realm?"

"I can't wait, and I don't want to wait." Xiao Fengzhuo said. He reached out and stroked Lu Zhouxue's cheek. His tone was gentle, with a hint of begging, "Mianmian, can you wait for me? I'll come down to marry you after I finish my business, okay?"

He looked so pitiful, what did he look like? The rain that couldn't retain the spring colors, the lotus that couldn't catch the summer breeze, as desolate as the moon in late autumn, as sad as the snow in midwinter. No matter who looked at those eyes, they would find it unbearable to see the silent sorrow inside. Lu Zhouxue lowered her eyes and avoided Xiao Fengzhuo's gaze: "Okay."

Buzhou Mountain.

The way of heaven was out of order and could no longer rule the people. To protect justice, the gods joined forces to depose his authority and imprisoned him in a divine cage.

Lord Cangwu is a man of great righteousness who took the initiative to cut off his emotions in order to follow the way of heaven. All gods respect him. However, apart from this biggest thing, all the priests in the entire Buzhou Mountain have discovered one thing: Lord Yaosu seems to be in a really good mood recently.

Hua Chao was strolling along the long street, waving a peach blossom fan and smelling fragrant. She saw a priest with mandarin duck eyes coming towards her with several pieces of silk cloth in his hands. He had a beaming and excited look on his face. He did not look like a god at all, but more like a young boy on earth who was about to get married.

Hua Chao was surprised. Thinking of the rumors in Buzhou Mountain that Lord Yaosu was in a good mood, he couldn't help but become curious. He put away the fan in his hand and raised his hand to stop the priest. His amorous peach blossom eyes smiled like crescent moons: "What's the happy occasion? Why is Lord Yaosu so happy?"

"The wedding night is the day when your name is on the imperial examination list." Xiao Fengzhuo smiled, but did not tell Hua Chao in detail who he was going to marry. The latter did not ask much after hearing this, but just cupped his hands and said a blessing: "Then congratulations to the God, may you be happily married."

"Thank you." Xiao Fengzhuo nodded at him and hurried back to Zhaoyang Palace with the silk cloth in his arms.

It happened that Xiao Jin came back from the human world to get documents and materials. Seeing that Xiao Fengzhuo treated Zhaoyang Palace as his own home, preparing dowry and making wedding clothes in his palace, he couldn't help but say speechlessly: "You have your own palace, so why do you have to rely on me?"

"My palace was built in a way I don't like. It's cold and lonely. It's not as good as yours." Xiao Fengzhuo walked straight into the inner room with the silk cloth in his arms with confidence. He cut and sewed the pieces of Tian Chixia silk cloth, as if he was going to make a wedding dress by himself.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Jin was suddenly confused. He stopped walking and turned back, hesitantly asking, "Are you... sewing a wedding dress?"

"Yeah." Xiao Fengzhuo said without raising his head. He used an embroidery needle in his hand as skillfully as his swordsmanship. Xiao Jin was amazed. He was a little speechless and said, "You two are both men. There is no difference between marriage and marriage. What are you doing?"

"Of course I should marry him. I was the one who proposed to him, so naturally I should marry him." Xiao Jin raised his head and smiled, but his face did not show joy at all, but rather some bitterness.

Xiao Jin looked at him and suddenly sighed: "Why are you so anxious? In order to be with him, you even give up your position as a god."

“你知道的，我不在乎这些。”萧风灼不以为意道，那副情爱大过天的模样瞧得萧烬想揍他，后者刚想发作，不想前者话锋一转道，“阿雪你说我，在你弟弟那里，又比我冷静多少？”

"..." Xiao Jin was silent for a while, but after a while he said, "Sister, these are two different things. I can't persuade you, but I still hope you will think twice. Go do something for me first, and then you can resign and come down to earth. During this time, think about it carefully, okay?"

"Okay." Xiao Fengzhuo knew that Xiao Jin had good intentions and that the task he was asked to do wouldn't be too difficult, so he nodded and agreed. "What do you want me to do?"

"I originally wanted to inherit the Heavenly Dao directly, but I found that its origin was defective. After careful investigation, I found that it divided the origin into five parts and scattered them in the human world. Now I can only see four of them, and the remaining one is missing." Xiao Jin said. This is also the reason why he has been running back and forth between the human world and the God Realm these days.

"The Heavenly Dao divided the origin among the new gods He appointed. The successors He chose had the same face as us 'old gods'. It was easy to take back the origin, but the last part could not be found no matter what."

"Axue, do you want me to find that last bit for you?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked, "What will happen if I can't find it?"

"The Heavenly Dao has developed mortal desires and has become an evil demon. If I cannot find the lost origin, I will not be able to replace Him as the new Heavenly Dao, and He may still make a comeback. This will not benefit the gods or the common people." Xiao Jin replied, "This origin must be found."

"When will you perform the ceremony on behalf of God?" Xiao Fengzhuo said thoughtfully.

"Now everything is ready. We will set off when the origin is unified." Xiao Jin replied.

"I understand. Don't worry, I will find it for you as soon as possible." Xiao Fengzhuo agreed readily. He sent Xiao Jin away, and the joy on his face gradually faded. He picked up the needle and thread again, but became a little absent-minded. In a moment of carelessness, the needle pierced his fingertip, and a drop of bright red blood flowed out.

"Are you willing to be the master of all living beings?" The bewitching voice once again sounded in Xiao Fengzhuo's mind.

Xiao Fengzhuo turned a deaf ear to it, and simply stopped the bleeding on his finger before continuing to sew his wedding dress. Seeing that he was unmoved, the voice finally became anxious: "He has come to you to ask for the origin, don't you still want to fight for it?"

"Finally you're not being mysterious?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked. He had already finished sewing the shape of the wedding dress and started to split the silk thread to embroider the pattern. Without waiting for the voice to answer, he continued, "You said the same thing to that peacock, right? I'm not her. I have no interest in power or authority."

"You have no interest in living?" the voice asked. Xiao Fengzhuo stopped talking instantly. It smiled with satisfaction and continued chattering, "The wedding night and passing the imperial examination are indeed happy events, but without my origin, you are nothing and you can get nothing."

"That's true." Xiao Fengzhuo also chuckled, and the embroidery needle in his hand suddenly pierced his finger, and the blood stained the newly embroidered pattern, "Then what do you want me to do? You have lost a fourth of your origin, what do you think I can do? The bird is dead, the bow is hidden, how can I trust you?"

"No, you are different from those trash. You are my most proud work. As long as you dare to fight with Xiao Jin and help me regain the origin and regain power, you will still be the demon ancestor. Besides, you have no choice. Your glory depends on my origin. If I die, you will die too."

"Just wait, I will find the Moon-Slaying Sword for you, and on the day of the Ceremony of Heaven, I will kill Xiao Jin." After it said this, it seemed to be certain that Xiao Fengzhuo would not refuse it, and disappeared from the latter's mind without waiting for his answer.

"It's true that I'm afraid of death. After all, I haven't married my Mianmian yet... No, I'm married." After Tiandao left, Xiao Fengzhuo looked at the wedding dress on which he had just embroidered the beginning and talked to himself. His eyes could not focus on the reality and he fell into deep memories.

Xiao Fengzhuo had never cared about the so-called power, status and strength. He had been a nobleman, looking down on the people from the Golden Palace; he had also fallen from a high platform, and died in a hasty manner, wrapped in a straw mat.

Should we say he is afraid of death? Actually, he is not. He just wants to love and be loved too much. He was confused and never understood the first half of his life. Finally, he met Lu Zhouxue, and he really couldn't bear to let her go. If he lived for love, he might not be unable to compete with Xiao Jin.

Xiao Fengzhuo put down the wedding dress with the beginning embroidered on it and went to his own palace for the second time. The palace was located in a remote area and few people paid attention to it on weekdays. It became desolate day by day. Xiao Fengzhuo did not go in, but just sat down on the stone steps in front of the palace gate.

He looked at his hands, seeming a little panicked. There were calluses on his fingertips from years of practicing with the sword. In fact, he had never faced himself squarely, so at this moment, he felt so unfamiliar. He didn't know what he would become without the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

It was Xiao Fengzhuo, who was the best swordsman in the world, or Chu Zhaoli, who was mediocre and incompetent. He thought it should be the latter. Xiao Fengzhuo smiled bitterly, curled up his legs and buried his face in his arms. His back was arched as if it was about to be broken, and he looked fragile.

Fate never gave him a choice, just like the plaque on the lintel of the palace behind him, "Changle Palace", those three words just existed there, but never belonged to him: "I am not such a bad person."

……

"Axue, I have found the last bit of the origin of Heaven. Tomorrow you will perform the ceremony on behalf of Heaven." On the day when Xiao Fengzhuo embroidered the wedding dress, he moved out of Zhaoyang Palace with all his belongings.