Chapter 1107 No Time to Delay

Wuyou's words reminded Song Chunxue.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she suddenly stopped, Zhang Chengxuan also stopped.

"Let's wait and see," she laughed. "We can't rush to conclusions about supporting the child. Logically, we should help those in the right, not those in the family, but even a stubborn donkey isn't the kind of horse that's unreasonable and domineering, is it?"

“That’s true.” Zhang Chengxuan stood on the steps. “Those horses were all together; they probably angered a stubborn mule.”

Song Chunxue didn't say anything. She never used to stand up for her child, regardless of whether the child was right or wrong. She always felt that her child should apologize to other people's children first.

The idea of ​​letting one's own child suffer without considering the facts is unacceptable.

Sure enough, when the three of them came out, the stubborn donkey twitched its ears, glanced at them out of the corner of its eye, and raised its head even higher.

“Let me go and stand up for the stubborn donkey,” Wuyou turned to look at the Taoist priest standing beside them. “It’s clearly their horse that’s bullying us, so why did they call us out?”

Those horses were snow-white and of exceptional breed, so the man let them out to make the stubborn donkey show weakness.

The Taoist priest was surprised to hear about the talking sword. "But we just saw that it was your horse that bit people first. It was so big..."

"Your horses ganged up on us, calling the stubborn donkey some little bastard and not even letting us eat the grass in the stable," Wuyou sneered. "Isn't that ridiculous? Horses fighting is normal. You call us out to break it up because you think your breed is superior and ours is inferior?"

The three brothers couldn't help but chuckle; thinking about it this way, it was quite comical.

He was scolded for taking sides with a sword. The horses were three against one, while they were one against three. Including Wuyou, it was one against four. I don't know who was more embarrassed in this situation.

“Master, harmony brings wealth,” Zhang Chengxuan said to Wuyou. “Go and call the stubborn donkey over. What does he want to eat? My junior brother brought some. We’re new here, so harmony brings wealth.”

Wuyou snorted and drifted slowly into the distance, not forgetting to throw a remark at the smiling Taoist priest, "Your own horse is incompetent, so you bully us newcomers because we are not as high-ranking as you, huh? Who is who is who is still uncertain. If you can't see clearly, then keep it to yourself. Stop embarrassing this sword immortal."

The Taoist priest was so angry that he glared at Song Chunxue and the other two, turning to them in an attempt to get them to say something nice.

Song Chunxue, Lord Zhao, and Taoist Zhang looked around, appearing very busy, but they didn't look at the Taoist priest at all.

Although they were newcomers, they did not want to bow and scrape to others.

Lord Zhao was not born this way, nor were his two junior brothers.

Master Zhang used to be a kind and benevolent man, but now that everyone here is a spiritual practitioner, they won't readily agree to something so trivial.

Stubborn Donkey was brought over by Wuyou. Song Chunxue walked down the steps and took out a basket of alfalfa from her storage ring.

She was the one who originally ate it, but now he got it for free.

This spring, she harvested many baskets of food, and this basket is all that's left. It's considered good feed for the horse.

"Um?"

The stubborn donkey's eyes lit up when it saw the alfalfa tips, and it couldn't help but let out a questioning sound like a human.

Song Chunxue wondered if she had misheard. "Huh? You can talk too, can't you?"

The stubborn donkey's ears twitched, and it stuck its head into the basket, devouring the alfalfa tips.

"Don't worry, can that stubborn donkey talk?"

After a moment of thought, Wuyou said, "I can understand, but you can't. If you want to ask him anything in the future, I can relay it to you."

"Okay, that's fine." Song Chunxue patted his head. "Don't cause trouble, and don't get into conflicts with them. Otherwise, since you're so tall and strong, they'll definitely assume it's your fault."

The stubborn donkey chewed on alfalfa and nudged Song Chunxue's waist.

Wuyou relayed, "He told you to go back. It's not a big deal. Don't let people say we're being unreasonable."

Song Chunxue was surprised, "He really said that?"

"More or less," Wuyou said lazily. "You guys go in first. Look, everyone inside has come out to check."

"The stubborn donkey didn't do anything wrong just now, except that when he was kicked, he kicked him back twice. That white horse is cunning; he's lying on the ground pretending to be dead. You guys go in; I can handle this."

Song Chunxue crossed her arms. "How are you going to solve this?"

"Do you still have a basket of clean Jerusalem artichokes in your storage ring? Give me two pieces." Wuyou said mysteriously, "I've learned my lesson now. Fighting and joking around is the worst strategy. I've recently learned a couple of tricks to fool people, so you can rest assured."

Lord Zhao walked over and said, "You trust Wuyou. He hasn't been idle lately; he's been reading several books on intrigue and strategy. Unless absolutely necessary, he won't get into conflicts with anyone."

"But……"

"Don't worry, those without flesh and blood are more reliable than us grain-eating creatures. It's the flesh-and-blood beings who are fickle and prone to worry." Lord Zhao tugged at a corner of her clothes on her shoulder. "Third Uncle is here, and Master wants to introduce us."

Upon hearing that it was her third martial uncle, Zhao Congxue took a step and left.

"Let's go take a look."

Watching the group of people walk away, and seeing the people at the stable feeding the horses water and medicine, making a mountain out of a molehill, Wuyou clicked his tongue twice.

“I know, they’ve got their eyes on you. They realized you’re no ordinary horse and want to take advantage of the situation to possess you. Their methods are rather clumsy,” Wuyou said to the stubborn donkey. “I’m watching you. If anyone has designs on you, I’ll slap them.”

The stubborn donkey chewed on its alfalfa and ignored him.

At this moment, the smiling Taoist priest walked over.

"This... Brother Jian, are you really good with words?"

"Won't."

"..."

*

Song Chunxue witnessed firsthand what it truly means that there are always people more capable than oneself and that there is always something beyond one's understanding.

It turns out that their master, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal, is a big shot here, and the fellow Daoist who complained to them earlier also has quite a background.

But she didn't remember exactly how complicated it was.

More than two hundred people followed behind their master, greeting him as they went. Afterwards, they went outside to see the flowing clouds and waterfalls, and in a place so tall and majestic that one could not see the top, they witnessed a scene of heaven and earth.

The vast and majestic mountain ranges, the various exotic flowers and rare herbs lining the main road, and the lush and verdant bamboo forests offer a breathtaking panorama. The winding corridors and meandering streams allow one to forget their troubles and leave all worldly concerns behind as they walk along the priceless wooden walkways.

"This is your second senior brother, fourth senior brother, fifth senior brother, sixth senior brother..."

"I have long heard of your extraordinary abilities, my two junior brothers. Today I am finally able to meet you. Please accept our gift. Today's meeting is rather rushed. We can have a more leisurely chat when we return to Lingyun Mountain."

"Greetings, fellow disciples."

"Thank you, senior brother."

"This is your third martial uncle."

Song Chunxue bowed respectfully to Zhang Chengxuan, saying, "Greetings, Third Martial Uncle."

"Hmm, it's rare for Senior Brother to have taken on such a diligent and simple disciple. No wonder you've been in such a good mood lately, always wanting to treat me to drinks."

Looking at the silver-haired, youthful-faced man before her, with a red mole between his brows, Song Chunxue suddenly felt inferior in comparison.

She and her senior seemed a bit anxious in front of others.

"Tonight, let's go to the Spirit Medicine Valley. I heard that your Daoist partner's spiritual root is damaged, so we can't delay."

Damaged spiritual root?

Song Chunxue turned to look at her master.