The years I was in the human world

After the love affair, Lu Zhouxue let Xiao Fengzhuo put his clothes on him, and lazily leaned in the latter's arms. While enjoying the massage service, he restlessly touched Xiao Fengzhuo's belly, and saw his hands moving lower and lower...

"Mianmian, what do you want to do?" Xiao Fengzhuo pressed down Lu Zhouxue's hand that had slid to his hip, narrowed his eyes, and looked at him dangerously.

"Nothing." Lu Zhouxue turned over, lying on Xiao Fengzhuo's legs, closed her eyes comfortably, shook her head and said, "I just love you."

"Love me, then let's do it again?" Xiao Fengzhuo raised his eyebrows and reached for Lu Zhouxue's pants, and as expected, he was patted.

"Stop messing around and don't disturb my business." Lu Zhouxue said, and then stretched lazily in Xiao Fengzhuo's arms, and then got up lazily.

"Business? What business?" Xiao Fengzhuo tilted his head.

"That's naturally——"

Sword forging.

The place where Chunhuijun obtained the Phoenix Quenching Technique back then was actually the sword hut left behind by Lu Zhouxue. Now the quenching technique is no longer used, and the elixirs, spirit stones and other items placed nearby have been moved away by the monks who have come in and out over the years, but the furnace for forging iron and swords can still be used.

"Is Mianmian going to reforge the broken sword?" Xiao Fengzhuo saw Lu Zhouxue throwing the Sad Wind Sword into the furnace. While actively urging his magic power to help light the fire, he took the time to say, "Mianmian is nostalgic."

"What's wrong, you new guy, are you jealous?" Lu Zhouxue used the Phoenix Quenching to heat up the furnace. Hearing Xiao Fengzhuo's sour words, he tapped his head with his fingers as he passed by him, "You're jealous of the same sword, Ah Zhuo is so angry."

After saying this, Lu Zhouxue focused on forging the sword and ignored Xiao Fengzhuo. Soon, the Sad Wind Sword was forged red. Lu Zhouxue saw that the temperature was right, so he took out the jade pendant that Xiao Jin had exchanged for him on behalf of Hua Chao and threw it into the furnace. As soon as the jade pendant entered the furnace, it turned into molten iron and attached to the Sad Wind Sword.

"The broken sword is missing half of its blade. It will not help if you refine it like this." Xiao Fengzhuo was seriously burning the fire. He looked into the furnace and said, "Mianmian, you are missing a piece of black iron for forging."

"What's lacking is not the forged black iron, but the blacksmith's tools." Lu Zhouxue said, taking out half a sword blade from his sleeve, which was obviously the other half of the Sad Wind Sword. As soon as the blade entered the furnace, it resonated with the broken sword's body. Under the licking of the flames, the sword body and the blade became one.

Lu Zhouxue cut his palm and then clenched it into a fist. Blood dripped from his fist into the furnace. The furnace suddenly glowed with golden light, which was a sign that a sharp weapon was being forged.

After he did all this, he gathered spiritual energy in his palms, and then poured it heavily into the sword that was about to be made in the furnace.

The Sad Wind Sword made a strong roar under the attack of spiritual power, but it did not break again. At this point, the magic weapon was completed. After the furnace cooled down, Lu Zhouxue took out the recast sharp weapon and raised his hand to seal the furnace.

"It seems that Mianmian really cherishes this sword." Seeing Lu Zhouxue caressing the sword lovingly, Xiao Fengzhuo couldn't help but sigh, "Mianmian is exactly the same as Axue, the sword fanatic."

Lu Zhouxue paused in stroking the sword, then sheathed the sword as if nothing had happened. He knew that Xiao Fengzhuo had misunderstood him, but he did not explain anything. In fact, he did not like this sword that much, but if he wanted to pursue the way of heaven, he needed a sharp weapon.

The days that followed passed quickly without any other trivial matters to worry about, and in the blink of an eye it was the day Xiao Jin had planned to perform the ceremony on behalf of the gods. Perhaps because they both wanted to say goodbye, they were extremely affectionate on the eve of the ceremony.

Lu Zhouxue was lying on the bed sweating profusely, and was completely defeated by Xiao Fengzhuo's hand. After making love, the latter suddenly started to shower him with kisses on his back, which were a little itchy, with a gentle and lingering feeling, which made Lu Zhouxue, who had made up his mind to give up all love and desire, couldn't help but feel his heart wavering.

"Mianmian, tomorrow, tomorrow you come to marry me, okay?" Xiao Fengzhuo pressed behind Lu Zhouxue, still panting, "Three hundred miles of red makeup can just stretch from Changle Palace to the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Mianmian, you wait for me there, okay?"

Lu Zhouxue was still absent-minded, her mind was dull, and she only heard the first half of Xiao Fengzhuo's words. She turned her head blankly and asked, "Tomorrow? Isn't it scheduled for the ninth day of the first lunar month?"

"The ninth day of the first lunar month is a good day. Tomorrow is also good, Mianmian. I can't wait." Xiao Fengzhuo leaned forward and kissed Lu Zhouxue. He couldn't let go and touched the hair of the person in his arms, coaxing softly, "Please, take care of me, good Mianmian."

"Ah... OK." Lu Zhouxue hadn't figured it out in the first place, and after Xiao Fengzhuo's coaxing words, she nodded in a daze.

The gods' changing of the way of heaven was a big event, but it was not so big as to announce it to the world like an emperor on earth. They just picked an ordinary day in the endless years and set up a temple on the long street where the gods used to come and go.

The smoke from the burning incense rose straight up, the music played solemnly, the fairies holding ritual vessels and offerings followed the old system and performed their duties. The busy gods temporarily put down their work and waited outside the temple like officials from the human world coming to congratulate.

Xia Si, dressed in a dark ceremonial robe, stood in the dojo holding a long scroll of laws, and read out the document abolishing the old Heavenly Way with a cold expression; next to Xiao Jin was a heavy sword pressed into the ground, waiting for Qinghe to finish reading the document so that he could chop into pieces the moon wheel that represented the old Heavenly Way and replace it.

"…uphold the principles and laws." Qinghe's sonorous and powerful voice fell, and he turned to exchange a glance with Xiao Jin. The latter nodded, picked up the heavy sword beside him, and planned to cut the Gordian knot, first cutting off the way of heaven, and then severing the seven emotions.

The light of the moon, which was bound by layers of black iron chains, suddenly flickered. The Heavenly Dao lost its former lofty majesty and said like a lost dog: "No, no, you can't judge me. I am the Lord of all living things. I am right. No one can judge me!"

Such open emotions and inappropriate behavior show that they have been corroded to the bone by the worldly and filthy air and have long been unable to live.

"It's really ugly." Qinghe showed disgust. If it weren't for the fact that her successor needed to personally kill the Moon Wheel representing the old Heavenly Way, she would have destroyed the old Heavenly Way with a single sword without waiting for Xiao Jin to take action.

Tiandao's fierce curses did not cause the slightest ripple. All the gods glanced at it coldly, as if they were watching a clown who was not worthy of being on stage. The reaction of the gods further stimulated it. In shock and anger, it suddenly saw a red figure hiding in the crowd.

At that moment, the Heavenly Dao seemed to have found a savior. It shouted to the man across the crowd, "Yao Su, why are you still standing there? Are you waiting for these rebellious gods to judge me?"

The gods followed its guidance and looked at the man. The priests who were blocking his way moved to the sides, revealing Xiao Fengzhuo, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress and had skin as white as snow. Under his feet were red wedding clouds, and it was obvious that he was on his way to get married. No one knew why he appeared here.

"Senior sister?" Xiao Jin also saw Xiao Fengzhuo, wondering how he could be related to the Heavenly Dao, "You——"

"Come on, Axue, let's have a fight." Xiao Fengzhuo had been looking down at the red cloud at his feet out of boredom. Now that he had become the target of public criticism, he simply raised his head calmly and smiled helplessly at Xiao Jin, "Don't worry about life or death, don't hold back."

"Senior Sister, are you serious?" Xiao Jin stroked the hilt of the heavy sword, his sharp brows knitted tightly. Xiao Fengzhuo's attitude was too casual, the life-and-death fight came out of his mouth as if it was just an ordinary sparring.

"Yeah, serious." Xiao Fengzhuo nodded indifferently. Although he said he was serious, he looked nonchalant and not confident. Xiao Jin had seen countless people, and in his eyes, the other party's attitude was more like a compromise of giving up struggle.

Xiao Fengzhuo knew very well that Xiao Jin could see what he was thinking, so he didn't even want to say anything extra. He didn't want to see the emotions in the eyes of that favored child of heaven. Be it confusion or worry, it only made his already resigned heart feel unwilling.

The two men fought each other, but Xiao Fengzhuo said that he didn't care about life or death, and the sword in his hand was always fatal. However, when the killing move was about to fall on Xiao Jin, it always missed the target.

"Sister, if you want that position, I will give it to you. Why are we fighting each other with swords?" It was not easy for Xiao Jin to deal with him. He used a heavy sword. Even if he didn't use a killing move, a casual blow could kill Xiao Fengzhuo. "You obviously don't want to fight with me, right?"

"Axue, you don't understand anything." Xiao Fengzhuo didn't want to look into the boy's eyes, and naturally he wouldn't reveal his thoughts. He wouldn't say that he envied Xiao Jin, because fate had never given him a choice, but the latter always did whatever he wanted.

God Xi and the Demon Ancestor fought without holding back. The collision of their magic power and sword moves destroyed countless buildings and halls. The entire Buzhou Mountain was shaken by the fight between the two gods. The other priests wanted to help, but were stopped by Qinghe:

"If they all start fighting, the entire God Realm will be reduced to ruins. Today's matter must be resolved. You don't need to intervene. Instead, form a formation to guard outside to prevent the God Realm from collapsing and involving the human world."

There is no further classification among priests except the difference between innate gods and acquired gods. However, Qinghe has been prestigious for his thundering methods since he took office, and he has been able to control the gods, so there has been no unrest for a while.

Speaking of the two people who were fighting, Tiandao saw that Xiao Fengzhuo had been unable to kill Xiao Jin and was gradually losing the upper hand; Qinghe had also arranged the gods and had freed up his hands to deal with it. Tiandao suddenly became anxious. It was not afraid of Xiao Jin, but inexplicably felt a little scared of Qinghe who had just taken office.

Most of the origin it lost was in Xiao Jin. As long as it killed him and took back the origin, it could continue to rule the world for tens of millions of years. Thinking of this, it did not sit and wait for death. It gritted its teeth and showed up in person to launch a sneak attack on Xiao Jin.

A blade formed by the accumulated magic power appeared out of thin air from behind Xiao Jin and rushed straight towards his head. Qing He, who was a hundred meters away, saw this and his face changed drastically: "Cang Wu!"

When the blade light was about to touch Xiao Jin, it encountered a flying long sword. After blocking all the killing moves, the long sword flew back to the hand of Lu Zhouxue who suddenly appeared. He held the Beifeng long sword in his hand, stepped on the snow and flashed in front of Tiandao's body without leaving a trace. He raised his hand and swung the sword of destruction, and cracks appeared on Yuelun's body in an instant.

Tiandao was caught off guard and hurriedly turned around to stop Lu Zhouxue, but was first struck by the sound of a zither and his body was scattered and could no longer gather. Before it dissipated, it looked in horror towards the direction of the sound of the zither, only to see Qinghe standing there with a seven-stringed zither in his arms and a cold expression.

The Heavenly Dao was severely damaged, and Xiao Fengzhuo, who relied on it to survive, was immediately affected. He failed to catch the oncoming heavy sword of Xiao Jin, and immediately vomited blood and flew backwards. He barely managed to stabilize his body and was half-kneeling on the ground. When he turned around, he saw Lu Zhouxue who was trying to smash the Heavenly Dao with a sword.

"...Mianmian...?" Xiao Fengzhuo was dumbfounded. He looked at the person standing there. He knew that the other party might be here to fight for the Heavenly Dao, but he still asked in a rather funny way, "Are you here to rob me?"

"Azhuo? What's wrong with you...?" Lu Zhouxue was obviously surprised, and then a hint of discomfort flashed across his face. He turned his back to try to block the Sad Wind Sword behind him, half of which was immersed in the moon.

When he arrived, he only saw Xiao Jin fighting with someone else. He thought it was a good opportunity and his mind was completely on Yue Lun. He did not notice at all that the man in red was Xiao Fengzhuo.

Xiao Fengzhuo knew Lu Zhouxue very well. What was there for him to not understand after seeing her little movements? A moment of confusion suddenly appeared on his face, and his heart suddenly felt empty. In the interval between opening and closing his eyes, many fragmented memories flashed through his mind.

First, there was Lu Zhouxue's evasive answer when he proposed to form a covenant, then there was Xiao Jin's pointed question when he talked about the Heavenly Dao's choice of a master, and there was also the insincere words when Qishan changed his mind that day, and the broken sword reforged in the furnace -

All the clues kept telling Xiao Fengzhuo that his Mianmian had long had the ambition to pursue the Heavenly Dao - he had no intention of dragging Lu Zhouxue into the quagmire, nor did he want him to give up the path he sought because of him, but, but why was he so sad and his heart ached so much?

Xiao Fengzhuo subconsciously covered his chest. The heart inside stopped beating when he was twenty years old, and then revived one day many years later. Now, it was silent again - inheriting the way of heaven, cutting off all emotions and desires, he was the choice his Mianmian gave up after weighing the pros and cons.

"Mianmian, why didn't you tell me if you wanted to be the Heavenly Dao? I will help you." Xiao Fengzhuo looked at Lu Zhouxue not far away with curved eyebrows, smiling the same as before, speaking playfully and coquettishly, "Mianmian didn't tell me, do you no longer love me?"

That person is clearly there, but why can't he see him? Xiao Fengzhuo thought with a chill all over his body, blinking his eyes in fear, trying to see more clearly, and then the next second, something burst out of his eyes, wet, and all settled in the dimples on his cheeks.

It was a joke no different from the previous ones, and his tone was Xiao Fengzhuo's usual carefree and unrestrained, but he was crying, crying while laughing, his voice was hoarse, his words were choked, revealing a sadness that he was helpless against his predetermined fate.

"Azhuo, I--" Lu Zhouxue regretted it at that moment. Looking at those sad and tearful eyes, his heart began to ache. The Taoism that he had maintained for ten thousand years suddenly collapsed. Forget it, what Taoism, what power, compared to his Azhuo, they were all bullshit. He didn't want them anymore.