Chapter 1098 The Ancestral Master Has Complained

Following her senior brother's advice, Song Chunxue went to find her senior sister Fangyue.

On the way there, she was still wondering why her senior brother had specifically asked her if something had happened to her.

But when she entered her senior's room, just as she was about to ask what she was doing, she immediately saw her wiping away tears at her desk.

When she saw Song Chunxue arrive, she casually tucked the letter under her book and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You've arrived," Fangyue's voice was slightly somber. "How did your chat with your apprentice go?"

Song Chunxue hesitated, unsure whether to go in or leave.

"Well, they're both quite well-behaved, unlike that bandit Tu Dan'er." Song Chunxue smiled as she stood outside the study. "But having a disciple like Tu Dan'er isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think my senior brother is getting younger and younger, at least his mentality isn't so lifeless."

"Come in and sit down. Please have some of my treasured Yunwu tea." As she spoke, Fangyue took a breath, and it was not hard to tell that she was in a bad mood.

Song Chunxue sat down quietly.

Fangyue looked at her upright and proper sitting posture and couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong? Are you scared because I cried? It's not like you caused this, what are you afraid of?"

Song Chunxue dared not ask any more questions.

“Look at you,” Fangyue shook her head and chuckled, “Although you are older than me, it is more reasonable for you to be my junior sister. With such an obedient disciple as you, it’s no wonder that Master told us to learn more from you.”

Song Chunxue scratched her neck shyly, feeling flattered and overwhelmed with pride, excitement, and a sense of being overwhelmed by the favor.

She sat up even straighter, a little nervously asking, "Did Master really praise me?"

"Of course it's true. Master rarely praises people, and he's not even very willing to teach his disciples. If he's not satisfied, he'll beat them. That's why this mountain has been so quiet and deserted in the past few years."

Fangyue poured tea for Song Chunxue, who accepted it with both hands. "That's good. I was worried before that it was because my junior brother dug up Master's wine that Master forced him to take on a disciple. I thought Master wasn't really happy about it."

Upon hearing this, Fangyue smiled, put one foot on the chair, turned her head to look out the window, and smiled.

“I know about this. At the time, Master found it very interesting and wanted us all to know, even if it meant sending a message over a thousand miles. I was curious whether Master would accept that Taoist priest who went to such lengths, or whether he would be accepted by Master himself.”

"Unfortunately, Master said that fellow Daoist had a tragic fate and was destined to die young. He even lamented to us that some blind person had taken him as a disciple, only to have him lose his last half of his life."

Fangyue looked at Song Chunxue with a very serious expression.

"At the time, I thought to myself, you've met a great junior brother. I'm so envious."

Song Chunxue nodded repeatedly, "That's right. Senior brother is the beginning of my great fortune in this life. I owe half of my success to him."

She watched as Fangyue took out delicate pastries from the wooden box and placed them on the table.

Fangyue raised her chin. "Try it."

She continued, "I suspected from the beginning that the fellow Daoist was so devoted because he was in love with you, and I wondered why such a good man in the world didn't live long."

"Later I realized how narrow-minded I was. After seeing Zhang Chengxuan, I realized that my previous thoughts were a desecration of him, and I also envied him for having such a good junior sister like you, who not only saved him but also changed his fate against all odds."

Defying fate?

Song Chunxue laughed, "It's not that exaggerated, I just don't want him to leave so foolishly."

Fangyue sipped her tea, gazing at the distant mountains outside the window, lost in thought.

After a long pause, she spoke softly, "I've encountered a problem and would like to ask my junior for help."

Her eyes were clear and bright, yet also held a hint of confusion, as if she wanted to ask for help.

"I still prefer to call you junior brother. From you, I can feel the vastness and strength of the Gan Dao."

As Song Chunxue listened, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Senior sister, just say what's on your mind. Is something bothering you? Tell me about it, and you'll feel better."

Fangyue lowered her head and did not answer immediately.

"Senior sister, there's nothing wrong with saying this. I won't tell anyone else." Song Chunxue handed her the peach blossom pastry. "This is delicious."

“Actually, I’m not as carefree as I told you before,” Fangyue’s eyes reddened. “That man is going to take another concubine, and he even sent me a message saying that unless I go back to see him, I should never see him again for the rest of my life.”

Before she could finish speaking, Fangyue's voice became unsteady, so she turned her head away to look elsewhere.

The windows here are very special; they are round sliding windows that frame the distant scenery in a disc-like shape and can change with the seasons.

But Song Chunxue knew that Fangyue had no interest in appreciating the scenery.

She could tell from her voice that her senior sister couldn't let go of that man.

“If you can’t bear to part with him, then go keep your appointment. Whatever decision you make, you should make it clear to his face and see if you will still do anything for him when you see him again,” Song Chunxue said gently. “Don’t leave yourself with regrets. This is a problem that even a god cannot solve. You can only rely on yourself.”

"But I'm afraid I might never come back." Fangyue lowered her head, holding the delicate celadon teacup, her whole body filled with sorrow.

"What are you afraid of? It's your decision to make." Song Chunxue said firmly, "If you're scared, I'll go with you."

Fangyue shook her head. "I never told you that person's identity is somewhat complicated, and I can't drag you into this."

Song Chunxue became even more curious, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

*

When I came out of my senior's room, the streetlights were already on.

Song Chunxue felt parched and wanted to drink some hot tea and have a bowl of cold noodles.

As soon as he closed the door and turned around, he saw Xie Zheng right in front of him.

"What brings you here?" She smiled, rubbing her stomach. "I'm hungry. Have you eaten?"

"Okay, I'll save it for you. Come to my place, it's more important to fill your stomach." Xie Zheng raised his hand and placed it on her back. "I've prepared some wine for you."

Song Chunxue looked around and lowered her voice, "Won't Master punish us for eating at this time?"

"I ate it secretly," Xie Zheng smiled mysteriously. "I got a good book today, I'll tell you about it tonight."

Song Chunxue knew that he was about to tell the story of that hero again.

She likes to listen.

"Walk."

They quickly arrived at Xie Zheng's courtyard, ate a bowl of noodles, two cold vegetarian dishes, and a pot of wine. They chatted all night about Taoist immortals, historical origins, and classic stories, and didn't go to sleep until midnight.

However, despite Xie Zheng's repeated requests for Song Chunxue to stay, Song Chunxue insisted on going back.

She felt that her master must have his reasons for wanting them to live separately, and it was best not to do anything out of line.

That night, she dreamt that an old man with a white beard was teaching her all night, and at the end he even pointed at her nose and scolded her, "Don't talk bad about me anymore."

Before she could even find someone to interpret her dream, she encountered Xie Zheng, who had been dragged out, in the dining hall.

"You come too!" The master put his hands behind his back and led the two of them to a secluded spot.

"Did you two speak ill of the patriarch last night?"

"They've already filed a complaint with me, you know that?"

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal pointed at Xie Zheng and said angrily, "What did you two talk about last night?"

P.S.: Back from the company's annual party!