The years I was in the human world

Chapter 130 Moon Wheel

Peacock's sword failed to reach Lu Zhouxue as it was stopped halfway by a emerald jade flute. The face of the green-robed female priest holding the flute was covered with a layer of ordinary illusion, but her aura was still eye-catching.

She defeated the peacock lightly, held the jade flute behind her back, and unfolded the scroll in her other hand. She slowly commented on the peacock's crime by comparing it with the items on it: "You are very brave to plot to kill the gods, girl."

"Who are you?" Peacock was pushed away by Qinghe's casual blow. Her chest was impacted and a bloody smell surged up from her throat. She raised her eyes and glared at Qinghe, no longer having the confidence she had before.

The face of the woman in front of him was so ordinary, so plain that no one would remember her if she was thrown into a crowd of people. She did not appear last time.

Peacock was a little panicked. Lu Zhouxue had become a variable. If fate no longer developed along the original trajectory this time, even if she had future cultivation and wisdom, it would all be in vain.

Looking at Peacock and the others who were afraid but still refused to retreat, Qinghe sighed in his heart. The jade flute in his hand was like a sharp sword, flattening the first batch of monks who rushed over. The end of the jade flute pointed at Yaoguang and sighed: "Are you still stubborn?"

Kong Que did not change her mind because of Qing He's arrival, and neither did Yao Guang. She personally used her magic weapon to attack the latter, with a golden hairpin on her fingertips gleaming with cold light, and she shouted angrily, "Arrogant!"

Kong Que also swallowed a mouthful of blood, and with her exhausted body, she tried to bypass Qinghe and stab Lu Zhouxue behind her. Xiao Fengzhuo was already dead, and if she killed Lu Zhouxue, she would have the demon bone and the divine bone in her hands, so she would not be afraid of failure.

Yaoguang led the remaining cultivators to attack Qinghe. It seemed like a head-on attack, but her natal golden hairpin found a tricky angle and tried to launch a sneak attack. Qinghe had not been to the mortal world for many years and was taken advantage of. The peacock, who intended to bypass her and attack Lu Zhouxue, did not find an opportunity and suddenly changed his target.

Spiritual energy and sword light fell towards Qinghe in an overwhelming manner. Seeing this, Lu Zhouxue, who was holding Xiao Fengzhuo's corpse, changed her expression and warned in a lost voice: "Qinghe! There is something wrong with that sword energy!"

He raised his hand and waved a stream of energy towards the crowd, intending to relieve Qinghe's pressure.

In a flash, Qinghe turned over to avoid the sword swung by Peacock from the side. The long scroll of laws in his hand unfolded and swallowed up most of the sword energy with the power of heaven. Only his natal golden hairpin, which was attacked by Yaoguang, left a thin blood mark on his cheek.

Her neatly tied hair fell down a few strands because of the fierce fight, outlining her eyebrows, adding a bit of gentleness. Her face was injured and bleeding, and the blood broke the mask on her face, revealing the face she used when she came to the earth. Yaoguang and Kongque were both shocked to see her appearance.

"Yu Zhao?"

"Mother?"

The two people's surprised and unbelievable voices rang out in unison, followed by a cynical voice: "I said that the damn girl would be in trouble if she saw her face."

Lu Zhouxue responded subconsciously: "Hmm-hmm?"

He suddenly looked down at the corpse in his arms. The corpse winked at him playfully. Now Lu Zhouxue also had a stunned expression. He looked at the person who died inexplicably and came back to life inexplicably, feeling very confused: "You...ah?"

"What?" Xiao Fengzhuo asked him with a smile, and got up from Lu Zhouxue's arms while touching his neck. Seeing that the latter didn't react, he couldn't help but rub his head, and said with a smile as if nothing had happened, "Are you scared? I'm a cat demon, I have nine lives, I won't die, don't worry."

Lu Zhouxue stared at Xiao Fengzhuo blankly for a moment, then when she came to her senses, she kicked him in anger, grabbed his ears and cursed, "You stupid cat."

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Please be gentle, Mianmian." Xiao Fengzhuo covered his ears with a pleading look, but the situation on Qinghe's side was much more serious.

She raised her hand calmly to wipe the blood off her face, and the scroll of laws in her hand unfolded. In an instant, the shackles of the gods' realm to capture sinners fell from the sky.

Everyone present was powerless to fight back against the incumbent god. They were all pinned to the ground by the shackles of rules, kneeling in extreme embarrassment.

"How could this be?" A monk, who was under the pressure of shackles, asked in disbelief, and spat out a mouthful of blood after he finished speaking.

Yaoguang could only barely hold on in the face of the irresistible constraints. She was smarter and did not speak despite the pressure of the rules. She just looked up at Qinghe in doubt, and thinking of the vague words Qinghe had said before, she suddenly had a horrible guess.

Perhaps, there really are gods in the Ninth Heaven, and those gods have been watching their self-destructive actions with indifference. The gods have never given up on this human world, they just don't allow cultivators to reach the top of the divine realm.

"Mother? Are you...are you back?" Kong Que didn't know Yao Guang's considerations. She looked at Qing He's face, which was familiar but she hadn't seen it for a hundred years. Her eyes gradually turned red. She resisted the suppression of the law and moved closer to Qing He even if her blood and qi were flowing backwards. She shouted anxiously, "Mother?"

Facing the peacock who was looking at her with hope, Qinghe said coldly and ruthlessly: "I am not your mother."

"It's you! Mother, are you blaming me for not recognizing me?" Others had no way of knowing how much self-deception Peacock had intentionally poured into this interruption. Qinghe was so cold that he was not moved by Peacock from beginning to end.

As for Peacock, she was like a drowning person who had grasped at the last straw, and was almost panicking in wanting to prove some absurd speculations that only she was willing to believe. She wiped the blood off her hands in panic, then tightly grasped Qinghe's sleeve, while placing the Zhaoyang sword in front of Qinghe.

"Mother, look, this is your sword. I, I've practiced it very well. Really, my master said that I have your shadow." Kong Que's eyes gradually filled with tears. She knelt on the ground and looked up at Qinghe's face. Seeing that the latter was indifferent, her tone gradually took on a desperate plea.

"Mom, you-you don't recognize Kong Qing?"

Qinghe frowned and pried away Kongque's hand that was grabbing his sleeve, and repeated: "I am not your mother."

"Mother!" Peacock's tears suddenly fell on Qinghe's hand. The scorching temperature of the tears carried indescribable pain and regret. God was very sensitive to the emotions of mortals. She was affected by the emotion in that tear and her movements paused briefly.

It was this moment of emotion that made Kong Que seem to see hope. Her eyes suddenly burst into great joy. She did not care about Yaoguang's presence and immediately revealed her thoughts. She said in a choked voice, "Mother, please don't abandon me. I didn't mean to recognize a thief as my mother."

"I killed Yaoguang and locked her up on the Phoenix Terrace where you left that year; Ye Yunzhou was heartless and ungrateful, so I turned him into a puppet; the goddess Wuxian hid in secret, and I haven't found her yet, but don't worry, I will kill her; oh, and Master Lingzhong."

"I also killed the bald donkey who predicted your fate. Mother, you were right. As for the prophecy about killing the mother of the Phoenix, I killed Xue Feng and made the prophecy come true on me. Mother, no one can slander you anymore."

Peacock said a lot, and Yaoguang next to her looked at her in disbelief, so angry that she couldn't speak for a while.

Qinghe's focus was not on what Kongque said, but on the golden light that had been lingering between Kongque's eyebrows since he began to resist her suppression. Seeing that he was staring at her forehead, Kongque couldn't help but ask, "Mom, what are you looking at?"

"Have you signed a contract with the Heavenly Dao?" Qinghe asked this question with his eyes fixed on Peacock, and his expression became more serious. It is indeed a heinous crime for mortals to attempt to create gods, but it is mostly due to ignorance and fearlessness. Gods, out of tolerance and mercy for mortals, generally give lighter punishments.

But it is different because Peacock has signed a contract with the Heavenly Dao. To some extent, he is a colleague of these gods with official duties. Taking the bones of gods is of a different nature and is a serious crime of harming colleagues.

More importantly, Qinghe could not be sure whether Kong Que's participation in the creation of gods was because she was taking advantage of the favor of Heaven to deceive her superiors and subordinates, or whether it was Heaven's instruction. If it was the latter, it meant that the fundamental rule manager had emotions, which could not be allowed.

Where there are emotions, there will be bias and there will be injustice.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Peacock denied it subconsciously. Her flickering eyes exposed her thoughts in an instant. Qinghe had presided over human affairs for thousands of years, so how could she not see it? But she did not expose Peacock.

"Sui Mo, do you think this girl has the aura of heaven?" Qinghe turned around and asked Lu Zhouxue.

"It's the way of heaven. It's getting more and more interesting." It wasn't Lu Zhouxue who answered Qinghe, but Xiao Fengzhuo. He wiped the blood off his neck with a handkerchief, walked to Qinghe's side, squatted down, pinched Kongque's jaw, and carefully examined the golden light still flickering between her eyebrows. He chuckled with an ambiguous tone and said, "If it wasn't the way of heaven, how could that sword just now kill me, Mianmian, what do you think?"

Xiao Fengzhuo turned his head to look at Lu Zhouxue and said, "Axue said that Xiao Yueheng had something to do with the matter of Tiandao choosing a master. You are familiar with that guy, do you know anything about him?"

"I don't know." Lu Zhouxue's eyes flickered. He concealed the fact that he had competed for the Heavenly Dao's Master, and just said that he didn't know. "Xiao Yueheng is an evil spirit. The Heavenly Dao chose Cangwu as its Master. He said that Cangwu exchanged his fate with him in order to save him, so it was Cangwu who went to the Land of Silence, and he became the 'Master' of the Heavenly Dao's Master."

"Axue told me about the matter of exchanging fates, but since he was chosen by the Heavenly Dao, shouldn't he have directly pursued the Great Dao? Why is he reduced to being a timid person in the human world now?" Xiao Fengzhuo didn't notice Lu Zhouxue's behavior, and continued naturally, "Although the Sad Red Mirror records everything, it can't show the connection between the events at that time. The Heavenly Dao can't even see it, which is quite troublesome."

"Let's go back and ask Xia Yuchuan. When the Wuxiang people climbed Mount Buzhou to kill Xiao Yueheng, he and Shen Yan knew something and held me down, telling me not to act rashly." Lu Zhouxue said softly, but he couldn't help but think of that night many years ago when Xiao Yueheng scolded his ambition under the dim candlelight.

The sword energy with the power of annihilation cut a bottomless gap on the top of the mountain. The sword energy was still powerful after splitting the mountain, but turned into smoke and dust when it touched the moon in the distance that represented rules and order.

The god who swung the sword was attacked by the silver wheel. He couldn't hold on and fell to his knees. The long sword sunk into the ground and he barely managed to stabilize his body. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips unrestrainedly, his eyes showing a frenzy of pursuing power.

"Qingjun, what are you doing?" Startled by the huge noise produced by the moon wheel, the Moon God Xuandu woke up from his rest and saw the seriously injured Lu Qingjun on the top of the mountain.

Lu Zhouxue retracted the Sad Wind Sword, which shone like snow, and turned to Xiao Yueheng with high spirits, "Xuan Du, do you know that when the Way of Heaven fades away, it must choose another master? I want to chase it away to prove my swordsmanship!"

"You want to go to the Ninth Heaven, abandon all emotions, and become a truly heartless and merciless rule?" Xiao Yueheng did not have the hatred of being a ghost at that time, nor did he have the dead silence after his brother's death. He was the real moonlight, gentle as water. "Qingjun, that position is too lonely, why are you here?"

"Xuan Du, no one can surpass me in swordsmanship even a little bit. I have reached the pinnacle in this way, but it is not enough. The supreme swordsmanship is what I want." Lu Zhouxue enthusiastically and excitedly told Xiao Yueheng about the way he had recently comprehended, without noticing that Xiao Yueheng's eyes were gradually cooling down.

"Abandoning my ego, I will embrace all things, and rule the world with ruthlessness. If I become the Way of Heaven, my sword moves will surely be sharper than before. If I am ruthless, I will have no reliance, and my sword will not be biased. I will kill and slaughter in a swift and clean manner, and the way of killing will surely reach the pinnacle. Xuandu, what do you think, yes or no?"

"Lu Zhouxue, what do you regard the Way of Heaven as? A stepping stone to pave the way for your own great path?" The usually gentle Moon God could not help but roar. He glared at the warmonger who had only power and the path in his eyes.

Lu Zhouxue looked at Xiao Yueheng in confusion, his blank expression was full of doubts. He didn't understand at all how narrow-minded it was for him to only regard the Heaven's Choice of the Master as a stepping stone to increase his strength. He was just chasing power in order to become stronger, he had no deeper reason.

Looking at Lu Zhouxue's puzzled expression, Xiao Yueheng suddenly realized that he had no way to make him understand. The Snow God Qingjun was born by heaven and earth, and was born to be a weapon for heaven to establish order. He had no constraints, no desires, and no need for faith.

He lacks the divinity of tolerance and love for all things. He is like a moving puppet. Therefore, he treats the natural law that supports the survival of all things as a springboard for his own improvement. This is not his fault, because no one has taught him.

Xiao Yueheng suddenly calmed down. He did not scold Lu Zhouxue again. He just looked at him calmly and told him a fact calmly: "Heaven will not choose you."

The Way of Heaven is indeed to be heartless and merciless, because it is to ensure fairness to all living things - fairness itself is a kind of love, and because of the love for everything that is ruled, they are given common rights.

For people like Lu Zhouxue, his path is paved with killing. Even if they are all unjust people, he kills people not because of the justice in his heart, but just mechanically executing the decision of heaven. Therefore, he will not be chosen by heaven.