Chapter 1123 Should We Give It a Try?

Xie Zheng stared at her without saying a word, as if admiring a painting.

Feeling embarrassed by the stare, Song Chunxue said, "Don't look at me like that. You can look in the mirror."

"Why am I getting old?" Xie Zheng got up, preparing to get out of bed to look in the mirror.

Song Chunxue was overjoyed. "What I mean is, you're prettier than me."

Helpless, Xie Zheng tilted his head, hugged her waist, and lay down, burying his face in her waist. "You don't know, seeing your face getting younger every day, this old man is a little panicked."

"What's the rush? You're such a weirdo." Song Chunxue pushed his head. "Your breath is warm when you talk, it tickles. Move away."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zheng not only didn't move away, but also held her face and breathed hot air on it, making her feel uncomfortable.

Song Chunxue felt a little itchy and shy. "No, I've finished eating. Let's go to sleep."

Xie Zheng released her, straightened his clothes, without taking off his undergarments, and raised his hand to extinguish the candles.

Song Chunxue found it strange, but quickly figured it out.

"Ah Xue, if one day we grow old and have to leave this world, would you want to meet me in the next life?"

Song Chunxue pinched the back of his hand. "Of course, we should meet them sooner. Why do you ask that?"

"Don't you believe we can achieve a happy ending? If so, we won't have a next life, only a long and lasting one."

Xie Zheng kissed her hair and murmured, "I believe you."

They didn't speak for a long time.

“Even if we can’t achieve enlightenment, it doesn’t matter. This life is like a stolen one. I’m content with having this life.” Song Chunxue’s voice was low as her eyes, which were gradually adjusting to the darkness, looked at the light in the window. “Actually, every day when I wake up and look in the mirror, I feel like all of this is fake. I discovered earlier than Nien that I’ve become younger. Cultivation really can make people return to their youth.”

“This is called Heaven rewards diligence,” Xie Zheng said, putting his arm around her without making any further moves. “You don’t need to panic, you deserve all of this.”

"And you, will you always stay with me?"

"Yes, I will." Xie Zheng patted her arm. "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Song Chunxue bit her lip, knowing she would go to ask her master and uncle first thing tomorrow morning.

Xie Zheng seemed to be hiding something from her.

"I'm very sleepy," she said, lying next to him. Her drowsiness seemed to have intensified, and her eyelids were gradually becoming too heavy to lift. "Go to sleep."

Soon after, her breathing became steady.

Xie Zheng gently held her, smoothed her hair, and didn't fall asleep until late at night.

*

On the back mountain, swords clashed and soldiers clashed, creating quite a scene.

Upon hearing the commotion, Song Chunxue flew to the back mountain on her sword and threw her short sword over there as well.

"Clang clang clang~"

After a series of impacts, the dagger returned to her hand.

"Uncle-Master!" Tu Dan'er ran towards her. "Uncle-Master, why are you here so early? Shouldn't you be..."

"Good morning, Uncle-Master," Wuji raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Want to practice swordsmanship? Do you want us to practice with you?"

"Alright, come on, let your martial uncle see if you've improved." Song Chunxue took out an ordinary longsword. "Let's go to that open space over there."

Lord Zhao, Daoist Han, and Zhang Chengxuan were controlling their magical artifacts when they saw Song Chunxue arrive, so they went over to her.

“Junior brother, the gifts you gave to the other junior brothers that day shocked even our Third Uncle. He came to find out what happened before dawn. Think about how to deal with it.”

Song Chunxue turned the sword hilt. "It can't be that bad, can't my martial uncle explain it to him?"

Master Han raised an eyebrow, "Just say it straight, no more hiding anything?"

“Third Uncle is not an outsider.” Song Chunxue did not think there was anything wrong with telling him this.

"How much do you have left?" Master Han asked cautiously. "He came here mainly to exchange some more items from you for his disciple."

Song Chunxue took out a handful and said, "Give it to him, I have more."

After saying that, she ran impatiently to the open space and said to Tudan'er, "Come on, you come with Wuyou."

Master Han stared at the exquisite daggers in his hand. Each one was different, with curved shapes and smooth butterfly carvings that were more suitable for women.

How did she know that her third master's disciple was a woman?

"Let me see," Lord Zhao said, seeing him staring blankly. He grabbed the bag and examined it closely. "It's prettier than mine."

"clang!"

Lord Zhao, displeased, struck the new sword heavily.

"Hey, you only follow the bad, not the good. You're just like my junior brother." The good man tucked the dagger, which he could now completely control, into his waistband. "You'd better look, alright?"

Wuyou sneaked over, with Xie Zheng following behind her.

"Lord Zhao, who's prettier, me or those little brats?" Wuyou asked like a rooster who loved to provoke others.

“You are beautiful. The patterns on your body are not something that ordinary craftsmen could carve. Besides, you can speak. They can’t compare.” Lord Zhao stretched out his hand. “Let me take a closer look.”

"Never mind, I prefer Master Zhang." With that, Wuyou leaned directly into Zhang Chengxuan's arms. "Master, take out that thing of yours that you always pretend to be dead, and let us have a go."

“What do you mean by playing dead? He can’t talk anyway,” Master Zhang said, but his body betrayed him as he summoned his Cangyun Sword. “Go.”

"Clang~"

The Snowfall Sword in Xie Zheng's hand also flew out.

This scene filled Mo Jiang, who arrived late, with envy so intense it was almost radiant.

"I never imagined your mountain would be so blessed with such outstanding people and resources, and you kept it from me." Mo Jiang patted Banyue Xianren on the shoulder. "Senior brother, that's not fair of you."

"I only found out recently. Before that, she just said one thing and I didn't know their swords were so powerful." Banyue Immortal said helplessly, "Besides my flashy but impractical golden spoon, I don't have anything else to offer. But this disciple has made me quite wealthy."

Mo Jiang scoffed, "Who would believe that?"

He called out to Song Chunxue, "Junior nephew, come here, come here."

“Master, they’re calling you.” Changfeng held out his hand. “I’ll take the sword for you.”

Actually, he just wanted to see his master's sword.

Why does such an ordinary sword feel so light in Master's hands?

"Third Martial Uncle, you've arrived." Song Chunxue greeted him with a cupped-hand salute. "Have you had your morning tea?"

"Not yet," Mo Jiang asked with a smile. "Would you like to come with me somewhere soon?"

Zhang Chengxuan looked at Lord Zhao, and they raised their eyebrows and smiled, fully aware of their Third Uncle's purpose.

“Okay, but I’ll go with you after you’ve refined the pills for Xie Zheng.” Song Chunxue said earnestly, “I think it’s better for his body to recover as soon as possible, otherwise I won’t feel at ease.”

"Don't worry, damage to his spiritual root is a serious matter, and that's why I came here." Mentioning this, Mo Jiang handed her a talisman. "I have a folk remedy here that can strengthen his primordial spirit. Would you like to try it?"

“Junior brother,” said the Moon-Companion Immortal helplessly, “Don’t try to fool them. If anything happens, I won’t be responsible; it will all be your fault.”