Chapter 1124 Don't Go Too Far

Song Chunxue had a vague guess and thought about what the folk remedy her third uncle had mentioned was.

But then again, it seemed impossible, since everyone knew her situation and knew that she was unwilling to try such a thing.

Moreover, that was their third martial uncle; how could he have come up with such a vulgar method?

Tu Dan'er, who loved to join in the fun, asked curiously when he heard Mo Jiang say that, "Third Master, what kind of folk remedy is it? Maybe we can give it a try."

Several elders smiled knowingly.

“Forget it, this trip was indeed inappropriate. Let’s reconsider.” Mo Jiang looked at Xie Zheng. “Why don’t you come with me for a cup of tea?”

This means that the conversation should take place separately.

"Alright, please, Third Martial Uncle." Xie Zheng turned to Song Chunxue and said in a low voice, "I'll be there shortly."

“Hmm.” Song Chunxue knew that wounds take time to heal, especially Xie Zheng’s condition.

She had no interest in meditation, and felt too weak to practice swordsmanship, so she sat to the side in a daze.

"What are you doing? You've already forgotten about the two apprentices you've taken on?" Lord Zhao sat down in front of her. "If you're too worried, you can try looking at the children. You have to believe that good people are always protected by heaven."

“Yes, I believe it,” Song Chunxue touched the back of her hand. “I’m just worried about our fate.”

Lord Zhao remained silent for a long while.

He leaned back, looking at the ever-changing white clouds in the sky, and said in a clear voice, "Yes, I used to think that my wife and I would grow old together. Who would have thought that in just a few years, we would be like we were possessed, going from being inseparable to drifting apart and becoming strangers."

"Has something serious happened?"

Lord Zhao plucked a blade of grass and put it in his mouth. “Yes, a lot of things have happened, so coincidental that one can’t help but complain about the cruel twists of fate. I’ve never been so busy in my life.”

"Was it difficult and painful for you at the beginning?"

Lord Zhao looked at the azure sky, letting the sorrowful memories of the past gently brush against his heart. He was almost moved to tears.

But over the years, every time he recalls the past, he always falls short, as if he has truly accepted the changes in his heart.

Although he was indeed devoted to the Tao.

But there were some things he felt he had been deceived about, as if fate was forcing him to see things clearly.

"Have you ever visited your ex-wife, who bore you so many children?" Song Chunxue asked softly. "Does she write to you?"

"Yes, but they will all be kept away and will not be sent to me," Lord Zhao chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with scattered and broken sorrow. "She once said that perhaps the Zhao Jin she deeply loved has already left, and what remains now is her eldest disciple who is devoted to the Dao and has no interest in the world. Her recipients are no longer the same as before, and I am not the person she misses. I should not read her letters."

Song Chunxue gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "And then, you didn't watch it?"

"Hmm, I haven't seen it." Lord Zhao closed his eyes, the corners of his lips turned up, as if he really didn't care about those past events, but the area around his eyes was still dark and sad.

“I also wrote to her, but it was no longer about love; it was just about feeling regret and sorrow. Even though we are both still alive, we are already the people in this world that are most untouchable.”

He raised his voice, “From childhood, I have no heart to love the good night, let the bright moon descend to the west. I, Zhao Jin, am no longer the Lord Zhao who used to greet guests and mingle in the capital. Now, apart from hearing you call me Lord Xie, I have completely become a Taoist disciple. I no longer crave fine clothes and delicacies, and I can even take a bite of the coldest steamed bun.”

"Are you trying to say that from now on, we will be strangers, the spring mountains will be as dark as eyebrows and the grass as misty as smoke, and that we will no longer send letters, and the love affair in the painted pavilion will be meaningless?"

Master Han handed him a wolf-hair brush. “Mingming, she still cares about you. She said those things because she resented you for abandoning her and her child like a stranger, Zhao Jin. But Taoism doesn’t advocate severing worldly ties and drawing a clear line with the secular world. Why do you have to torture yourself like this?”

"Go see her if you want to. After all, you were husband and wife. Even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. You are the most deeply connected family in the world, more than anyone else."

Lord Zhao laughed, then suddenly sat up. "Why are you being so sentimental so early in the morning? I have no intention of seeing her; it would be pointless anyway. I've secretly visited the children before, and they're living happily under their mother's protection. Would I be deliberately making things difficult for them if I went now?"

"Then why did you touch that handkerchief and get up in the middle of the night to cry?"

Lord Zhao's pupils dilated in shock. "You're up in the middle of the night, not sleeping, and you're sneaking up through my window?"

"Who told you to sniffle so loudly? I thought something was wrong with you. I jumped up to the treetop and saw you crying sadly. It was such a rare sight that I couldn't help but treat it as a snack with my drinks."

"..." Lord Zhao raised his foot and kicked him in the shin, "I think you're just despicable!"

"I don't know if you're missing her or not, but I know you must miss her." Master Han patted the dirt off his clothes. "Take her with you. I'll go with you."

Song Chunxue lowered her head silently, biting her lower lip to hide her excitement.

“Yes, if you really want to go, then go see him. Life is short anyway. Xie Zheng and I have been through so much together, and now I just want to live a peaceful life with him. Your ex-wife is the closest person to you in this world besides your parents. Just seeing her and knowing that she is doing well will put your mind at ease.”

Lord Zhao stared blankly at the swaying shadows of the trees. "We'll see. I'll go after I've thought it through."

Just then, someone ran up from the foot of the mountain.

"Lord of the Mountain, someone has come to visit, saying they have come to apologize and beg for forgiveness."

The Moon-Accompanying Immortal nodded, "I'll be right back."

...

Qingxuan, Qingyun, and Liufeng, along with their master Fenglei, arrived at Lingyun Mountain and solemnly apologized to Xie Zheng.

Qingxuan, carrying a bundle of thorns on his back, knelt before Xie Zheng.

Having served as an official for many years, Xie Zheng did not beat him, but instead helped him up.

“This matter was not caused by you alone. All that happened back then is in the past. Now that you have given me the medicinal herbs, this may be a tribulation that I must go through, a warning to me not to be careless on my path of cultivation.”

Xie Zheng looked at Qing Xuan calmly and said, "Besides, Xue has already destroyed your mountain. Let's just wipe the slate clean. The rest is up to me."

Song Chunxue objected, "How can that be? He didn't even give a proper explanation, and you're just forgiving him so easily? Wouldn't that be indulging him?"

"Everyone has a long and arduous journey on the path of cultivation. If everyone acts as recklessly as him, how many people will suffer unexpected disasters?" Song Chunxue looked at Qingxuan, her tone unfriendly. "Don't think that carrying thorns is enough. What about your mouth?"

"Song Chunxue, don't go too far, this matter..."

“Qingyun,” Qingxuan turned around to stop Qingyun from speaking up for her.