Chapter 1126 The Moon Waits After It Is Full?

In the evening, after teaching her two apprentices, Song Chunxue planned to go to Xie Zheng's place.

But then I thought, Xie Zheng probably can't stay idle, he must be playing chess and drinking tea with them, or at the very least, he'll go to see Master Han, since his current situation isn't very stable.

But she searched several mountains, her master's and Master Han's, but they were all gone.

Has everyone collectively disappeared?

No, she has Wuyou, so why would she be looking for everyone?

"Wuyou, where did Master and my senior brothers go?"

Wuyou burst out of the storage ring, floating around in front of her like a dandelion.

"Do you really want to know?"

Song Chunxue was baffled. "Otherwise what?"

"But I suggest you don't go now."

Wuyou's words left Song Chunxue completely confused.

Why is this sword still on display today?

"Don't try that on me. I've already looked in several places. Just tell me where they are. This is such a big mountain. I don't want to search it all."

"They're in the library, in a private room on the third floor," Wuyou's voice was unusually serious and steady, like that of a respected elder, offering a sincere suggestion, "I think you should go a little later."

Song Chunxue's doubts reached their peak.

Why?

She felt that they were hiding something from her, and even Wuyou was trying to hide it from her.

Thinking this, she quickened her pace and headed towards the third floor of the library.

Wuyou floated to her upper left, saying, "Take my advice, don't rush, walk slowly."

"What is it that you can't tell me? You won't even tell me about a sword without flesh and blood?" Song Chunxue said seriously. "Just wait and see what happens to me later."

"Fine, whatever you say." Wuyou looked like she wouldn't explain anymore.

This time, Song Chunxue went from walking briskly to running.

She took three steps at a time, quickly climbing one step after another, and ran into the library, silently running up to the third floor.

Even though she was standing still outside the private room, her heart was still pounding so hard that she was unsteady on her feet, and she could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

It seems her cultivation is not enough, and her body is not good enough.

However, she quickly calmed down after a short while.

I could faintly hear voices coming from inside the house.

As she stood there, her fists clenched tighter and tighter, and she finally realized where her unease these past few days had come from.

She hadn't dreamed for a long time, but recently she's been having recurring dreams, waking up several times a night with bizarre and fantastical dreams that seem to be hinting at a certain truth.

Now, she finally heard it.

Why has everyone been so secretive about Xie Zheng's condition these days, unable to explain it clearly all at once?

It turns out, he was afraid of hurting her feelings and making her sad.

She stood outside the door until her legs were stiff, listening to the chattering of the people inside, until she finally understood what they were saying.

Xie Zheng's body was in pain and struggling, but what they didn't want Song Chunxue to know was the final outcome beneath the surface.

Xie Zheng's strength has been continuously enhanced by those medicines. Recently, the medicinal herbs they have collected from various places can repair Xie Zheng's spiritual veins, but they cannot prevent one fact.

Xie Zheng's memories will slowly return, but his feelings will gradually fade until they disappear completely.

In other words, he became more and more like a stranger to Song Chunxue, no longer feeling anything for her, until they eventually became complete strangers.

He had only one goal left in his heart: spiritual cultivation.

What Song Chunxue saw in the illusion was that the choice of the ruthless path had already fallen to Xie Zheng.

It felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her head; she grew colder and colder, and her heart sank deeper and deeper.

So, will Xie Zheng become the desireless and unambitious Taoist Master Xie?

They really shouldn't have become Daoist partners.

Song Chunxue stood outside the door for a long time, hearing sighs and groans from the people inside, and vaguely recalling Master Han's anger and the argument between Master Feng Lei and his disciple.

She quietly left, sat on the highest point of her mountain, climbed onto the branches of some unknown tree, and seemed lost in thought.

Wuyou stayed by her side the whole time, watching her lean against the treetops and lie among the treetops, the gentle breeze making her seem like she was swinging on a swing.

"Don't be sad, there may be other ways. Immortal Banyue knows so many famous doctors, he will surely find a suitable solution."

"At worst, his life is not in danger, so you can rest assured."

"Although I don't know what it feels like to be forgotten, you'll get used to it eventually, right? Aren't you going to focus on your cultivation and be your Master Song wholeheartedly? Perhaps in the future you will become Grandmaster Chunxue, or even attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven."

"Don't be discouraged. This may be a test from heaven to help you cultivate yourself properly. When you achieve enlightenment, perhaps heaven will grant your wish."

Song Chunxue could tell that Wuyou was trying to comfort her, but she felt inexplicably annoyed.

"Stop talking, you're just adding fuel to the fire. Can't you just leave me alone? Go get some fresh air, stay as long as you want." She just wanted to be alone for a while.

"No, I'd rather stay with you. If you do something rash, I'll be finished."

Song Chunxue's eyes were filled with sorrow, but she still managed a smile. "Don't worry, I've been through much tougher times. It's impossible for me to be so pessimistic. At least I still have a sword to rub salt into my wounds, so I'm not completely destitute."

"Hehe, let's just say you're praising me." Wuyou chuckled twice. "How about I go down the mountain and steal you a sour apricot? You like them, don't you?"

After saying that, he vanished in a flash.

Song Chunxue took out a pot of wine, leaned against a big tree, looked at the treetop above, the azure sky and thin clouds, and thought to herself that this year was another drought year.

Actually, she wasn't that fragile.

Nothing matters more than life and death; the joys and sorrows of countless people in this world are far more painful than what she is experiencing now.

She just felt angry and annoyed.

Why does fate have to play such a cruel trick on her?

"I envy not the immortals, but only the mandarin ducks," does that mean Heaven thinks she has achieved perfection?

So, does the moon wane after it is full?

Over the years, she has been reaping the rewards, so when the water is full, it overflows.

The thought that such a kind Lord Xie would eventually withdraw his care, pampering, and favoritism towards her, and that his gaze would shift away from her and become no different from that of a stranger, would make her heart clench twice.

Only one word came to her mind: cruel.

What difference is there between that and tearing a piece of flesh from her heart?

But will I die if I lose a piece of meat?

A young girl of sixteen or seventeen might, but Song Chunxue wouldn't.

She is like the weeds in the fields, tenacious and resilient, impossible to eradicate even with a hoe.

She didn't want to get drunk, but she felt even worse if she didn't find something to do.

*Smack!*

A jar of apricot blossom wine fell from the tree and shattered into pieces, startling away the squirrels that were stroking each other's fur in the tree.

In this life, she finally realized that the best relationship is one of mutual support and companionship, a long and peaceful existence. Fate was about to take this treasure away from her.

She had accepted that all her loved ones had left her, forgotten her, and ignored her, but now Xie Zheng was by her side.

"You heard everything?" a deep voice asked from beside me.