Chapter 1118 Be careful, you might get beaten up!

Song Chunxue was also curious. Hadn't the two of them avoided each other whenever possible before?

Could it be that he was beaten into submission by her?

She stood up proudly, completely satisfied with herself for having spent nine hours grinding Qingxuan.

"So what if I like you? I have no intention of becoming your Daoist partner. Otherwise, I would have confessed my feelings to you years ago." Qingxuan's cold voice came, making the two people outside the door prick up their ears.

"you……"

"Although I have always been fond of you, that's all. I have never wanted anything in return. Over the years, I have suppressed these feelings in order to temper my will."

"I just wanted to prove that my Dao heart is stronger than love." Qingxuan laughed as he said this. "But I was wrong. If I had known that this feeling would slowly disappear after it was revealed, those memories that tormented me and made me both painful and joyful would have been my own doing. I should have told you this many years ago."

"What do you mean?" Qingyun asked angrily. "Qingxuan, tell me what you mean? How could you do this?"

"Haven't you always been devoted to Xie Zheng? I won't ask anything of you from now on. My resolve is unwavering, and no one can sway me... Hmm..."

The two people outside the door both showed strange expressions.

"Never mind, let's come after they're done with their work."

Clang!

The next moment, Qingxuan came out from inside.

The three of them were stunned at the same time.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to eavesdrop, we just wanted to check on you," Song Chunxue said first. "We just came at an inopportune time."

Qingxuan raised his hand to wipe his lips. "It's nothing."

“But I will personally apologize to Lord Xie and make amends for my mistake in time,” he said, taking out a large cloth bag. “This is all the medicine I have. It would be my honor if it could be of any use to Lord Xie.”

Song Chunxue did not refuse, "Then I will thank you on behalf of Lord Xie."

Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I have a question I would like to ask Master Song."

"Please speak." Song Chunxue put the bag into her storage ring and looked at him calmly.

"How have you managed to keep fighting me for so long?" Qingxuan's emotions became agitated. "Moreover, you always had a chance to win against me. Please tell me why?"

Song Chunxue lowered her eyes for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Perhaps, diligence can make up for lack of talent."

She never believed in talent or luck; those things would all disappear.

Therefore, she will always keep the chances of winning in her own hands, no matter what.

The rest is up to fate.

They seemed to only see her luck and destiny.

Qingxuan asked sincerely, "Then how many hours do you practice swordsmanship each day?"

"If I have time, I practice for an average of two hours a day, but every few days I will practice on the mountain from dawn to dusk, until I have exhausted all my strength."

Song Chunxue said seriously, "If you calculate it that way, it would take at least three or four hours each day."

Qingxuan cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you for your guidance, Daoist Master."

He understood that the difference between them was not the number of hours they practiced swordsmanship each day, but that she could practice from dawn till dusk from time to time.

Having that kind of perseverance and courage will make things twice as easy.

"Then, in the future, may I have the opportunity to spar with Master Song?"

Song Chunxue nodded lightly, "As long as you can come to our mountain, you can train however you like. None of my disciples or senior brothers are willing to train with me for so long, you are the first one."

Zhang Chengxuan raised an eyebrow, then lowered his voice, "What about Xie Zheng?"

"He hasn't had the chance to practice with me for that long yet."

"Ha!" Zhang Chengxuan cursed inwardly. He knew Xie Zheng's health and didn't want to wear him down like that.

Now that we've caught someone just as crazy as her, what's wrong with practicing with her?

It's a pity she doesn't understand. If Xie Zheng knew, he would definitely be extremely jealous.

Forget it, why is he worrying about this?

Anyway, someone will make concessions in due time.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the sound of porcelain shattering came from inside the room.

Song Chunxue could imagine how Qingyun, the favored daughter of heaven who was adored by everyone and used to being pursued and admired, could not possibly be content with that.

Anyone who places their own happiness or unhappiness on the opinions of others will suffer and become paranoid.

But she doesn't know if she's in the same boat as Qingyun.

But what if Xie Zheng could treat her the same way for ten years?

She embarked on the path of spiritual practice simply to follow her heart.

*

The next day, Song Chunxue got up early to go to the hall where they had their first meeting. After having breakfast with everyone, she returned to Lingyun Mountain with her senior brothers and masters.

But to his surprise, before he even left the mountain where he lived, he was surrounded by many other practitioners like himself.

"You are Song Chunxue, the last disciple of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal?"

"That's me," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "May I ask what brings you here?"

"It's nothing serious, just getting to know each other better. Your swordsmanship is very fluid. Can you tell me what time you usually get up to practice your swordsmanship?"

"Also, I heard you got a white peacock, which is a very proud and arrogant spirit beast. How did you win its favor?"

"Where is your stubborn mule? Someone saw that chestnut horse actually transformed into a dragon. So you actually have two mounts. Your master only has one, and he's always been reluctant to use it, feeding and caring for it the best he can."

"Yes, we want to see that stubborn donkey. Perhaps you haven't formed a bond yet. Could you let me try and find a more suitable master for the stubborn donkey?"

"..."

...

They all talked at once, blocking Song Chunxue's way, and she couldn't hear anything she said.

Just then, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal suddenly floated down and shielded Song Chunxue behind him.

“You’re asking too many questions. My disciple doesn’t know which to answer first.” The Moon-Accompanying Immortal strode forward. “Why don’t we go get something to eat first? Does anyone want some of today’s morning dew? I’d like to make two cups of tea.”

As he spoke, he grabbed Song Chunxue's shoulder and quickly shoved them behind him.

"Thank you for helping me out, Master."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal released her and casually flicked his whisk. "It's not just to help you out. Their schemes are practically jumping out of my face. I can't stand listening to them."

"But can that stubborn donkey really transform into a dragon?" The Moon-Accompanying Immortal lowered his voice. "This matter is of utmost importance. If word gets out, you'll have to be careful. Either form a pact as soon as possible, or lock the stubborn donkey in the back mountain. It must never go outside, or it will become a hot commodity."

Song Chunxue nodded, "I will follow Master's arrangements. I will try to form a contract with him when I get back."

Upon arriving at the hall where they first met, the two senior brothers and Master Han had already begun eating the appetizers.

It's a soft, cloud-like pancake, chewy, sweet, not greasy or sticky, and melts in your mouth.

Song Chunxue took a bite and wanted a second bite.

But each person only gets one piece.

In the blink of an eye, she noticed that the atmosphere between Lord Zhao and Taoist Han was somewhat strange.

She lowered her voice and asked Zhang Chengxuan, "What happened to them?"

"I don't know, and you shouldn't ask."

Song Chunxue subconsciously wanted to turn around and investigate.

"Don't look, don't turn around, you'll definitely get a beating for that look." Zhang Chengxuan said helplessly, "Don't get the wrong idea, they just got into an argument while playing chess."

"..." She didn't mean anything by it.