The years I was in the human world

Xiao Fengzhuo understood the hidden meaning of Lu Zhouxue's words. He was not ashamed at all. He moved closer to Lu Zhouxue and said with a smile: "Mianmian, are you being rude to me?"

"No." Lu Zhouxue shook his head, the smile in his eyes still there. He had never shown much emotion on his face, or it could be said that the gods of the entire Buzhou Mountain had no emotions as time went by. It was just that Lu Zhouxue was as cold as ice and snow, so the expression on his face changed even less frequently. He looked cold and aloof, and even though it was a joke now, she was still smiling, very gentle, as if a goddess had become worldly-wise.

Ye Jin and Kong Que were stunned, but Xiao Fengzhuo reacted calmly. He even curved his eyes and naturally put his arm around Lu Zhouxue's shoulders and said, "Mianmian, are you saying this because you're mad that I gave snacks to the little girl but not to you?"

Without waiting for Lu Zhouxue to speak, she took out another candy snowball and stuffed it directly into his mouth, deliberately saying: "Mianmian is such a grown-up, and she still envies the snacks of children. You have a share, you have a share~"

Ye Jin and Kong Qing looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what the two were talking about.

Lu Zhouxue opened his mouth, but the hawthorn ball pressed his tongue and made it difficult to speak, so he simply closed his mouth and looked at Xiao Fengzhuo dimly. The latter seemed unaware and continued, "Mianmian, you should smile more."

Lu Zhouxue pursed her lips, but soon stopped smiling, her face calm again. Xiao Fengzhuo did not continue teasing him. The two waited for a while at the Phoenix Terrace. Ye Jin took Kong Que to practice sword in the courtyard. The doctor invited by Baili Changqing examined the injuries of the two and said that Xiao Fengzhuo was fine.

The demon cultivator has thick skin and flesh, so the medical cultivator gave Xiao Fengzhuo a plaster to warm up his tendons and joints. His hands will be fine after half a month of rest. He just needs to be careful not to wield swords or guns in the near future.

As for Lu Zhouxue, after the medical practitioner checked his internal breath, he looked at him with a serious face and frowned. Xiao Fengzhuo, who was originally nonchalant, also became serious: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my Mianmian?"

The doctor did not answer immediately, but looked at Lu Zhouxue, as if waiting for him to react first. Lu Zhouxue looked calm, having anticipated the doctor's reaction. He said indifferently, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Just say it directly. I have anticipated it."

"The Grand Elder has already told me about the twists and turns of your trip. The bamboo flute played by the enchanting ghost can confuse people's minds, and that's why the Immortal Lord got injured." The medical practitioner said, "With the cultivation level of the Phoenix Lord, he shouldn't have been injured so badly. I just observed the Immortal Lord's internal breath and found that it was because of excessive worry."

"Obsessions give rise to demonic obstacles, and demonic obstacles give rise to fear." The medical practitioner said earnestly. He did not understand why Lu Zhouxue, a phoenix who had reached nirvana, would have such a deep obsession that was almost like a demonic obstacle. "Heart disease can only be cured by heart medicine. Mr. Phoenix's obsession is too deep, and others like us cannot help."

"I know, thank you, fellow Taoist." Lu Zhouxue didn't react after hearing this, but lowered his head to look at his fingers with a look of absent-mindedness. Is his obsession so deep? An ordinary cultivator can also see something.

"This bottle of elixir will help you calm down, Phoenix Lord, but it still depends on whether you can let it go." The doctor put down a bottle of elixir before leaving. "That's all I have to say. Phoenix Lord, take care of yourself."

"Thank you, Immortal Lord." Xiao Fengzhuo politely sent the medical practitioner away, came back and sat down quietly next to Lu Zhouxue, fiddling with the pile of bottles and jars that the medical practitioner left for him.

"Azhuo never seems to be curious." Lu Zhouxue said softly. Xiao Fengzhuo was just like the cynicism he showed. He knew a lot of things, but he didn't care about many things. Just like he knew that there was a weird master-disciple relationship between Baili Changqing and Wei Ruge, but he just watched and didn't intend to advise Baili Changqing, nor did he wake up Wei Ruge. He just watched.

Now Xiao Fengzhuo treats him in the same way. He knows that he has many secrets, and Lu Zhouxue almost never hides them, but Xiao Fengzhuo never asks and just treats it as normal. This is a frightening indifference, which is disguised under the appearance of gentleness, tolerance, and understanding.

"Mianmian, you will tell me when you want to." Xiao Fengzhuo tilted his head and looked at him seriously, as if he had anticipated Lu Zhouxue's thoughts, and as if he had always thought so. "Now that I ask, you haven't thought about how to answer it, and you still have to find excuses to deal with me. Why is it so?"

Lu Zhouxue didn't say anything, pursing his lips and looking a little worried. Xiao Fengzhuo felt his pulse and found that his spiritual power was unstable, which was obviously a sign of being possessed. The latter sighed softly, touched Lu Zhouxue's brow with his fingertips and sent a heart-clearing spell into him: "I'm going to look for food. What do you want to eat?"

Lu Zhouxue raised his eyes to look at Xiao Fengzhuo, who looked at him with concern. Seeing him looking over, he nodded at him encouragingly and said softly, "Hmm?"

"Osmanthus cake." Lu Zhouxue said after thinking for a while.

"I was just joking. There's no osmanthus cake. You eat whatever I eat." Xiao Fengzhuo raised his hand and tapped him on the head. He didn't use much force. After that, he seemed to be afraid that Lu Zhouxue would chase him and hit him, so he ran away faster than a rabbit.

Lu Zhouxue sat there and watched him go away. After a while, she raised her hand and rubbed the place where he had looked at her, muttering to herself softly, "Cunning cat."

"Mother." Peacock poked his head out of the door and looked at him with concern and curiosity. Lu Zhouxue saw the little girl looking around and waved at her: "Kong Qing? Come here."

Kong Que quickly ran to Lu Zhouxue and buried his head in his arms. The girl's chubby face rubbed against his chest. Lu Zhouxue felt a little uncomfortable. He held Kong Que's shoulders, quietly pulled the girl out, and asked softly, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Mother, the uncles and aunts in Zhongting are saying that the master is going to reopen the old case. Is it true?" Kong Que looked at Lu Zhouxue expectantly and a little afraid, afraid that he would say something negative the next moment. Fortunately, Lu Zhouxue did not disappoint her. He nodded and said, "It's true. Is Kong Qing happy?"

"Glad." Kong Qing nodded heavily, then carefully tugged at Lu Zhouxue's sleeve, raised his watery eyes and looked at him and said, "If the case is overturned, will mother's sins be cleared?"

Being looked at eagerly by the little girl, it was hard for Lu Zhouxue to say anything cruel and realistic, so he just raised his hand to rub the little girl's head, and said softly, "Yes." Yu Zhao's sins could indeed be washed away, but no one had investigated them in the past. Now that they were washed away, who would care except Kong Que? Yu Zhao was already dead, so what was the point of redressing his grievances?

Besides, Yaoguang is protected by her father, Master Mingjing. They are birds of a feather. Can Baili Changqing really get the expected result? Lu Zhouxue thought that maybe Ye Yunzhou would be pushed out to take responsibility, but that was the end of it. Thinking of this, he felt a little sad.

The figure of You Rong on the day he left Rong City flashed through his mind. He was just an ordinary boy who gambled his entire future life on the city but was unable to tear off even a piece of clothing from those high and mighty people in Zhongting.

"Mother, will she know?" Kong Que looked at Lu Zhouxue timidly, as if he wanted to see traces of Zhu Huang Yuzhao's past from the cold and snowy face in front of him. "Will she know that she is innocent? Will father return to Kong Qing again?"

Lu Zhouxue touched Kong Que's hair with pity and said softly, "Yes." Even if it was a lie, it was better than telling her that Yu Zhao had long been reduced to ashes and would not know anything about his life or death; Ye Yunzhou was the perpetrator, and his departure from the beginning was intentional, so how could he come back?

In the afternoon, Lu Zhouxue watched Kong Que practicing sword in the courtyard. The little girl, like her mother, adopted a bold and open approach and focused on the cultivation of physical skills. Lu Zhouxue himself did not use a sword, and his moves were varied, which was different from the style of Phoenix and her daughter. Therefore, he just gave a few pointers from time to time, but did not teach her personally.

Kong Que practiced sword moves for a while, and his hair fell down and spread over his shoulders, looking messy. Lu Zhouxue couldn't bear to watch it, so he said, "Take a break and practice again. Come here."

"Mother, what's wrong?" Kong Que put down the wooden sword in his hand and walked towards Lu Zhouxue. The latter held her hair with one hand and untied the ribbon that tied her hair with the other hand. He took out an ivory comb from his sleeve and combed her black hair, saying, "Who tied your hair?"

"It's my brother." Kong Que said crisply, turning back to look at Lu Zhouxue, "What's wrong, mother?"

"It's okay." Lu Zhouxue shook her head. No wonder he felt it was ugly. It was also difficult for Ye Jin, a grown man, to comb a little girl's hair. Thinking so, Lu Zhouxue gently combed Zhao's hair. As he was combing, he became dazed.

"Brother wants to comb my hair at the end of the year?" Under the osmanthus tree when he went to the Moon Palace, Xiao Yueheng was drunk again. The wooden hairpin that tied his hair had fallen off at some point and was casually wrapped in his loose black hair. He raised his bright eyes that were half-hidden by his scattered hair and looked at Lu Zhouxue with drunken eyes.

"Brother Sui Miao, you are the only one who treats me the best in this Buzhou Mountain." Xiao Yueheng let go of the wine jar in his arms and staggered to his feet from the grass covered with red osmanthus. However, he accidentally stepped on the green robe that fell on the ground and staggered and fell. Lu Zhouxue hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, "You are drunk."

"Well, only a little." Xiao Yueheng was not thin. Lu Zhouxue was in poor health at that time. He was thrown backwards and sat on the grass by the half-sober drunk. Xiao Yueheng supported his shoulders and stood up from his arms. His black hair fell down and his eyes sparkled. "You are drunk too, right, brother Suimo?"

"I didn't." Lu Zhouxue shook his head. He didn't even drink, so how could he be drunk? He helped Xiao Yueheng to rest on the felt-covered recliner next to him, then he let out a breath, turned around and poured himself a cup of cold tea, forcing himself to calm down.

Xiao Yueheng said in a leisurely voice from behind: "It's not the wine that makes people drunk, but people make themselves drunk, brother Suimo..."

Lu Zhouxue's hand holding the teacup trembled, and the tea spilled on his hand. At that moment, he almost thought that Xiao Yueheng had noticed something, but when he looked back nervously, he saw that Xiao Yueheng had already fallen asleep curled up in the snow-white fur. The words Lu Zhouxue heard just now seemed like an illusion.

"Mother, mother?" Peacock's confused cry brought Lu Zhouxue back to his wandering thoughts. He quickly came back to his senses, only to see Peacock looking at him with a worried look on his face and said, "Mother, are you obsessed? Do you want me to ask Uncle Doctor Xiu for help?"

"It's okay." Lu Zhouxue shook his head and continued to comb Kong Que's hair. At the end, he used the silk ribbon he had just untied to tie Kong Que's hair into a neat high bun. After all, he didn't know how to do anything else. "Who told you about the obsession?"

"My brother asked when Uncle Yixiu left. I heard it from the side." Peacock answered, and after a pause she added, "Mother, are you really okay? Father, please don't be empty-handed. You are all I have."

"It's okay." The worry and concern in Kong Que's eyes were not fake. Lu Zhouxue's heart softened. He touched the little girl's head. Thinking of Yu Zhao's memory, Kong Que had no parents to take care of her since she was born, he felt even more distressed. "Don't be afraid, you still have a brother, and he loves you too."

Although Lu Zhouxue himself didn't believe how much sincerity Ye Jin had towards Kong Que, he still lied in order to appease the frightened little girl.

"Yeah, Brother Xiao Shao is also very nice." Unexpectedly, Kong Que nodded after hearing this, but he was talking about Xiao Fengzhuo, "He came back yesterday and gave me a sugar snowball."

Lu Zhouxue was stunned. She didn't expect that Kong Que, a girl, didn't spend much time with Xiao Fengzhuo, but they had a good relationship. "Hello, Ah Zhuo. What about your brother Ye Jin?"

"Big brother is also very good, but he is always serious and worried." Peacock thought for a while and said, "So I still like little brother the best."

A person like Xiao Fengzhuo who follows his heart will be happy no matter who is with him, Lu Zhouxue thought. Kong Que looked up and asked him if he liked Brother Xiaoshao. He nodded and said, "Azhuo is a very good person."

At this time, Xiao Fengzhuo came back over the wall carrying a bunch of things, and happened to hear Lu Zhouxue's last words. When he got closer, he looked at Lu Zhouxue who was looking up at him and raised his eyebrows and said, "Why didn't Mianmian praise me to my face?"

"Are you combing the little girl's hair?" Xiao Fengzhuo looked down and saw the comb in Lu Zhouxue's hand and the high bun on the little peacock's head. He put down the things in his hand and took the comb from Lu Zhouxue's hand. While combing the peacock's hair again, he laughed at Lu Zhouxue, "Mianmian, I can't praise your craftsmanship. How can you comb a little girl's hair like this?"

Lu Zhouxue was a little annoyed by his joke. After all, he had just disliked the way Ye Jin combed Kong Que's hair. Now Xiao Fengzhuo came back to laugh at him. He felt a little embarrassed, so he sat beside him and watched Xiao Fengzhuo comb his hair, saying, "What do you think of this hairstyle? Isn't it the same for me?"

Xiao Fengzhuo heard Lu Zhouxue's tone and knew that he was a little angry, but he didn't try to comfort him. He raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Zhouxue with a playful smile. While tying Kong Qing's hair into a bun, he said, "Mianmian, are you comparing yourself to a little girl?"