Chapter 120
Upon hearing this, Lu Xuanzhi's hand holding the brocade box froze.
His eyes flickered, but after a moment, they couldn't resist the gaze of the person before him and slowly closed.
“Indeed, there is another hidden reason. Fifty years have passed since you went into seclusion five hundred years ago. Because you have not appeared and the time for your return is uncertain, the entire immortal realm has become somewhat lax in its adherence to immortal rules and regulations.”
"It was around that time that the celestial soldiers guarding the immortal gate let in the former Demon Lord, who was disguised as an immortal."
Lingwu sat on the chair and casually placed a cup of tea on a cloth.
However, it was not given to Lu Xuanzhi, nor would it be given to him.
After all, he still needs his memories right now. If he drinks her tea and experiences temporary amnesia, then the tea will lose its appeal.
After thinking for a moment, Lingwu handed him a candied hawthorn.
Moon Shadow bought many earthly foods, and taking the candied hawthorn was just something she did on a whim.
Lu Xuanzhi hesitated for a long time before taking it. Before he could ask Xiao Wu why she had fallen in love with human food, he heard her say:
"Xiaoyue bought quite a lot, and it has a unique flavor that you can't find in the immortal realm."
“Xiaoyue?” Lu Xuanzhi paused, holding the candied hawthorn, and looked up at her.
“Moon Shadow,” Ling Wu replied casually.
Lu Xuanzhi's eyes darkened slightly. "You two have been getting along very well these past few days?"
Ling Wu took a sip of tea. "It is I who am asking you a question."
Her voice was gentle, but Lu Xuanzhi's heart suddenly clenched, as if it had been squeezed and kneaded, then released and then squeezed again.
Lingwu put down her cup. "The immortal soldiers who can guard the Heavenly Gate are all capable people. How could they let him in as if he were an immortal?"
"There are traitors in the Immortal Realm." As he said this, Lu Xuanzhi took a bite of a candied hawthorn, seemingly unconcerned.
But it wasn't that they didn't care. After the Demon Lord was killed, the bloody atmosphere in the Immortal Realm was strong for three days before it dissipated!
Lingwu nodded. She had thought of this question before asking it, but receiving a positive answer inevitably made her feel a little complicated.
“But it doesn’t matter, there are also immortals in the other five realms who have sacrificed themselves for my immortal realm.” Lu Xuanzhi glanced sideways.
Her pale lips were stained with bright red icing, and there was a hint of inexplicable lust in them.
"What is the Demon Lord's purpose in entering my Immortal Realm?" Ling Wu's voice was completely calm.
Lu Xuanzhi lowered his gaze slightly, but instead of responding to that, he changed the subject, saying, "Xiao Wu, I didn't kill him."
"Hmm?" Ling Wu raised an eyebrow.
"Even when the Demon Lord died, I was no match for him." Lu Xuanzhi paused for a moment, then continued:
"When I followed the trail to the Demon Realm, he only had 30% of his magic power left. But even with that 30%, I fought him for a long time until he finally perished and Zhu Yuan appeared."
"Afterwards, I returned to the Immortal Realm to recuperate from my injuries for a long time. During this period, the immortals in the Immortal Realm lost their former compassion and peace, and their minds were filled with love and affection."
“In the past, when I left the palace, all the fairies were performing their duties, but that time they were all dressed in the same white robes as me, and they all looked inexplicably uncomfortable in their eyes…”
At this point, Lu Xuanzhi gripped the candied hawthorn skewer tighter, his brows furrowing unconsciously, clearly feeling a bit disgusted by it.
"Later, when the story of the Old Man of the Moon setting his dog on the fairy spread, I realized that this might be related to the marriage tree."
"The Marriage Tree, like the Old Man Under the Moon, is a creation of nature. If something goes wrong with it, trouble will surely arise throughout the entire Six Realms."
He lowered his eyes in thought, and the hair ribbon that had fallen on his shoulder returned to his back. Lu Xuanzhi once again returned to his usual aloof and cold demeanor as a war god.
"When I arrived at the Yue Lao Palace, even though a long time had passed since the Demon Lord invaded the Immortal Realm, there was still a trace of demonic energy. But... Yue Ying couldn't sense it, and couldn't even remember anything."
At that time, Yueying and the black dog were squatting on the ground, looking up at the mess of threads and ribbons all over the tree, unaware that he had arrived.
It was obvious there was something wrong with the marriage tree, so he simply asked:
"Whose destiny is this person tied to?"
When he found out that the woman was a human, he couldn't help but overthink.
Demon Lord, Fate Line, Traitor to the Immortal Realm, Mortal...
With all these factors piled up, he had no choice but to report to the Heavenly Emperor, and later...
Lu Xuanzhi turned his head to look at Ling Wu, his voice extremely clear and soft:
"Xiao Wu, if..."
Lingwu, lost in thought, turned to look at him. "What if?"
Lu Xuanzhi suddenly fell silent. He curved his lips into a smile and asked casually, "If the world were lacking a will to wage war, would you send me as a sacrifice?"
Ling Wu nodded without hesitation, "Yes."
Lu Xuanzhi looked at her face and smiled somewhat palely.
This is the law enforcement immortal lord of the celestial realm, who is never tainted by the seven emotions and six desires.
Of course, it's also something he'll never learn.
Lu Xuanzhi turned to look out the window, his tone extremely calm, as if he had expected this all along, "Xiao Wu, I have seen you perish twice beside me, for the sake of heaven and earth, for the sake of all living things."
Lingwu's fingers tightened suddenly as she held the teacup, pouring tea onto the rim of the cup without spilling a drop.
She slowly put down her cup, looked at Lu Xuanzhi, and her tone was unreadable.
Which two times?
"It's all just a dream, Xiao Wu should just take it as a joke and let it go."
He didn't want to say anything more, so he took the initiative to look away and focus his gaze on Jiu Mei.
"I have never seen her prototype, not even in my dreams. Now that I have seen her, I can only say that I am quite surprised."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Lingwu didn't ask any more questions. As long as he didn't stop her, having the memories might not be a bad thing.
"Since you are unwilling to say why you killed that woman, then I will give you a hint: that woman is the eldest princess of the demon realm, and also the older sister of this little bear cub."
Lu Xuanzhi had already digested the fact that Luo Suyi was a demon during this conversation.
So there was no rush to refute it. Because of this, all the strange things in my memory now had clear answers.
The Demon Realm...
With the six realms in such chaos, it would be strange if the world didn't collapse.
He never killed Luo Suyi, but his entanglement with her only deepened, causing the immortal realm to collapse and the six realms to suffer.
He killed her in one lifetime, but as if he had lost his mind, he was forced to help her rebuild her soul, and the entanglement became even more intense.
In this life, he wanted to kill her before the Heavenly Secret arrived, but Xiao Wu stopped him.
So, what about the current marriage line...?
"Has our fate of being together been severed?"
Lingwu leisurely put down her teacup and looked at the clear starry sky outside.
"From what you've said, the strangeness of the marriage tree must be related to the demon realm. If it doesn't recover, the marriage threads will continue to entangle stubbornly."
Lingwu pondered:
"It seems I'll need to make a trip to the Demon Realm again in a few days."
Lu Xuanzhi stood up. "I'll go with you."
"We'll talk about it when you're healed." Ling Wu withdrew her gaze and stared at him. "Go out. There's a woodshed over there where you can recuperate for now."
“Okay.” Lu Xuanzhi nodded calmly, clearly having no requirements regarding the accommodation.
It was called a woodshed, but it was actually an empty room. Lu Xuanzhi placed a futon on it and sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing.
After a short while, he exhaled a breath of stale air, still unable to calm down.
He closed his eyes and then exhaled a breath of stale air.
Along with that came his ears, which looked as if they were on fire.
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