Chapter 1074 Why Not Choose Him

Young Master Jiang laughed, "I don't think so, it's definitely not for that reason."

"Since you already know, why did you ask?" Song Chunxue's attitude towards him turned cold. "You lost."

Wuyou was no longer in a hurry to claim the prize, and cursed inwardly, "He actually pulled out the snake's fangs! How despicable! What's the difference between that and castrating a stallion?"

Song Chunxue: ...

She frowned slightly. "Couldn't you have used a more fitting description?"

Young Master Jiang stretched out his hand, saying, "Give me back the snake."

Master Han put the snake away, slightly raised his chin, and looked down at him with an imperceptible sense of pressure in his eyes.

“He doesn’t like following you. Name your price and sell him to me.” Master Han’s voice was slightly deep. “Think it through before you speak.”

As he uttered the last sentence, Young Master Jiang felt a distinct pain, but he didn't know where it came from.

He couldn't help but re-examine the Taoist priest Han in front of him.

Master Zhao mentioned that Master Han, who was beside Lord Zhao, looked young but was actually of extraordinary status and had considerable strength, and that he should not offend him.

Unexpectedly, I offended him because of a snake with its teeth pulled out.

"Alright, it's yours since you like it so much." Young Master Jiang looked at Daoist Han, "I wonder if I might have the honor of racing horses with you, Daoist?"

Master Han raised an eyebrow, his smile appearing bright, but those who knew him well knew he was angry.

Lord Zhao stepped back, saying, "Everyone, stay away, don't let the blood splatter on me."

Young Master Jiang heard these words.

Did he say something wrong again?

"Alright, how do we compete? What's the deal with the winner?" Master Han stepped forward, surveyed the entire arena, and began selecting horses.

Young Master Jiang sensed the tense atmosphere and asked, "What do you want?"

"We haven't even started the competition yet, and you're already asking me what I want? Young man, you're not arrogant enough." Master Han casually pointed to an inconspicuous variegated horse not far away, its white hair interspersed with black hairs, like oat ears with black husks faintly visible through them.

Young Master Jiang's brow twitched. "My master told me not to offend the Daoist priest. There must be a reason for that. You will definitely be able to beat me."

Master Han's expression softened slightly, and he beckoned, at which point the horse came towards them.

Everyone else gathered around as well.

Master Han turned to look at Lord Zhao, "I don't like being watched by strangers."

Lord Zhao had no choice. Those who came today were people he couldn't directly offend, so he raised his hand and said, "Then I'll ask them to go to the horse farm next door and choose a horse to apologize."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Chengxuan.

"Junior brother, come with me. I feel more at ease with you here." Zhao Jin genuinely felt that today was clearly a good day, so why did he suddenly have a sense of unease as if he hadn't checked the almanac?

For something like this, it's best to ask your junior brother Zhang Chengxuan.

Soon, they climbed onto the horse's back.

When Master Han saw the stubborn donkey grazing leisurely, he turned to Song Chunxue and said, "You should also join us in the competition. Let the stubborn donkey go up and let me see what he's capable of."

Song Chunxue gave Xie Zheng a look that said, "Your master is really fickle," and obediently went to lead the stubborn donkey over.

"Let's have a competition. Be careful not to throw me off." With that, she took the saddle and tied it to the stubborn donkey.

The stubborn donkey cooperated very well until Song Chunxue mounted the horse, at which point it suddenly began pacing back and forth.

"You can choose mine, just do your best and finish the run," Song Chunxue whispered to comfort her.

Then they stood on the same line.

Song Chunxue's heart pounded with nervousness.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, someone blew a whistle and waved a flag, and three horses galloped off at the same time.

Song Chunxue gripped the reins tightly, crouching low, afraid of being thrown off.

But to her utter surprise, the horse was incredibly steady, and its speed was so great that the wind blew right up to her ears and hurt them.

Parallel to her was Master Han, who casually held the reins. His dark embroidered robe made his fair skin appear even more striking, and his flowing black hair gave him a captivating and heroic air that made it difficult for anyone to look directly at him.

The riding arena was large, but the horses moved very fast. They circled the arena once without stopping.

Young Master Jiang's horse lagged far behind.

Master Han gently patted the horse's neck, as if he were saying something to the horse.

Then he looked at the stubborn donkey and said, "Running so slowly, how can it be considered a hero among horses?"

Song Chunxue gritted her teeth, and sure enough, the stubborn mule snapped.

He suddenly ran straight to the other end of the racecourse, not even bothering to avoid people, and frantically crashed into the wall.

Song Chunxue cried out in fright, "Turn around!"

Before she could even close her eyes, she was suddenly lifted into the air.

The horse really did leap into the air, even higher than before, and straddled the fence of the horse farm.

The cunning Taoist priest Han reined in his horse in time.

After running for a while after stepping over the wall, the stubborn donkey suddenly turned around, crossed the wall again, and appeared in front of Master Han.

The stubborn donkey, like a victorious rooster, took small, quick steps, raised its head high, and arrogantly glanced at Master Han.

Song Chunxue remained silent.

"If that's the case, why don't you choose him?" Song Chunxue jumped off her horse and led it to Master Han. "I'll give it to you. I can't afford to keep this horse."

The stubborn donkey, however, clung to Song Chunxue, preventing her from leaving, displaying the demeanor of a loyal mount... no, a shameless, persistent steed.

Xie Zheng looked at Zhang Chengxuan, who had returned, and said, "Tell me, why does this horse act like a person, insisting on choosing her as its master?"

Zhang Chengxuan crossed his arms over his chest, his index fingers lightly tapping his arms.

“Perhaps she’s different from ordinary people, and doesn’t follow the usual path,” he said in a low voice. “Or perhaps, he didn’t choose his junior brother, but rather the Worry-Free Sword.”

Young Master Jiang leaned closer. "Is the Worry-Free Sword the same sword she was holding just now?"

"Yes, that's right." Zhang Chengxuan looked at Young Master Jiang. "How are you feeling?"

Facing the eldest son of the Minister, Zhang Chengxuan smiled and asked gently.

"It's alright, it's nothing serious," said Young Master Jiang. "I'm not that delicate."

"We're all on the same path. If anything comes up in the future, could you please call me along?" Young Master Jiang said earnestly. "Recently, many cultivators have gone into seclusion in the mountains. Are you also planning to leave the capital?"

“Yes, bring this with you,” Zhang Chengxuan said, looking at him distantly. “Who is your master? Why don’t you travel with your fellow disciples?”

“My master is a vagrant. He didn’t take on any other disciples, just my sister and me.” Young Master Jiang scratched the back of his head. “He’s an oddball. If we hadn’t seen that he had some skills, we would never have become his disciples.”

Zhang Chengxuan smiled, "Oh? I'm all ears."

Young Master Jiang did not hide anything. "Actually, he took a liking to my sister as his apprentice, but my whole family thought he was a fraud until he said that my sister was exceptionally talented but had a bumpy love life and was not suitable for marriage. He said she was born to bring bad luck to husbands and insisted on taking her as his apprentice."

Tu Dan'er was puzzled. "He's born with a fate that brings bad luck to his husband. Is he a monk? How can you talk about a girl like that? I think your sister has a very good face."

Young Master Jiang laughed, "What, you've taken a fancy to my sister? Then would you be willing to become my family's live-in son-in-law? I guarantee you wealth, honor, and a bright future."