Chapter 1167 Isn't it sour?

"No, I have other things to do."

Without batting an eye, Song Chunxue lied to Fangyue, explaining that she came today because she didn't want her senior sister to think that she didn't absolutely need Xie Zheng.

But after arriving, she realized that her senior sister's purpose was very obvious, even somewhat eager, and she felt quite weary in this regard.

Dealing with people is so tiring. It's much better to go out with Jian and her stubborn mule.

She acquired a new storage ring, which she could take with her stubborn donkey wherever she went.

After all, you can't walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. If she happens to encounter a formidable opponent one day, she'll have to rely on the stubborn donkey to save her life.

Sai Jiming wasn't oblivious to the situation; after finishing their meal, they left first, leaving Fangyue and Song Chunxue to stay a little longer.

"Junior brother, do you not like my arrangement?"

Fangyue looked out the window and saw people boating on the lake not far away.

“I understand that it’s impossible to forget the past. People who value relationships don’t need to use new people to drive away memories. Sai Jiming is a very insightful person. He is my closest relative in this world, besides my children.”

Fangyue sighed, "In my heart, I did think that if you two were destined to be together, we would become even closer through marriage. But honestly, I know you are not the kind of person who would easily abandon Xie Zheng."

"Alright, I'll have a drink with you. I'll drink soup instead of wine." Fangyue smiled like a loving mother. "Tsk, I used to travel all over the country and be so carefree. Now that I have a child, I just want to go home right now. I feel more at ease when I'm closer to her."

Song Chunxue smiled and raised her glass to her, "This is a mother's concern. When you have more children, you'll know how difficult this feeling is. But it's also reassuring, otherwise you'll lose your way in life."

Fangyue nodded, then nodded emphatically, deeply agreeing with her words!

“That’s right, that’s right. I used to think that having children was just for my husband’s family to carry on the family line. Now that I have my own little one, I know what it’s like to have a family member of my own,” Fangyue said, her smile becoming gentle. “Looking at my child, sometimes I even feel like I’m crazy and want to put an invincible shield around her.”

"Why isn't it Iron Shirt?"

“Haha,” Fangyue slapped her knee, “I wish I could, but I’ve never come across an Iron Shirt that’s so light and thin. If I did, I would definitely buy one for my son.”

The two burst into laughter, and soon got up and left.

Outside the restaurant, Fangyue waved to her, "Then I won't worry about your business anymore. Go home and watch the children sleep."

"Go ahead, I'll just wander around by myself." Song Chunxue actually wanted to go to Baiyun Temple.

Since becoming a Taoist priest, she has wanted to visit the Taoist temples wherever she goes.

It's not that I'm particularly devout to the founder, it's just that I suddenly felt that all the Taoist temples, big and small, were like my relatives' homes.

Go and get acquainted with the sect; if you happen to encounter a skilled fellow practitioner, you might be able to learn something from them.

Even if all else fails, it would be good to get a small book.

She had previously received many pamphlets from like-minded people and had tasted the benefits.

She led the stubborn donkey out from the deserted street corner and headed towards Baiyun Temple.

But she didn't expect that Xie Zheng and Master Han would also be here today.

Song Chunxue immediately turned to leave.

"Hey, why are you running? Come in." Master Han waved his hand. "Let the stubborn donkey go outside for a stroll. Let's go in and see some old acquaintances."

Song Chunxue glanced at Xie Zheng, "Does Martial Uncle mean He Xiu?"

“Yes,” Master Han sighed softly, “he’s getting old.”

Song Chunxue followed behind Master Han, ignoring Xie Zheng, and arrived at a side courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Before she entered the house, Master Han glanced at her and asked, "Who are you going to see dressed like that?"

"Yes, I met up with an old friend of my senior sister and had a meal with her."

"Your energy and spirit are quite good right now. It seems you are truly obsessed with sword practice." Master Han smiled. "However, today you will finally meet a sword cultivator who is excellent in all aspects. You can spar with him."

Song Chunxue immediately smiled, "Really? I just want someone to give me some proper guidance. My master doesn't practice swordsmanship with me much; he just gives me a couple of pointers and then leaves."

"Hmph, who can stand you? As far as I know, he taught you for at least half an hour with those few moves. What more do you want?"

Song Chunxue ignored him.

She just needs a swordsman who loves practicing swordsmanship like a madman.

"Master He, how have you been?" Song Chunxue greeted him as soon as she entered the room.

"You are..." He Xiu looked her up and down, then widened his eyes and took a step back. "Song Chunxue?"

His voice rose at the end, as if he was extremely unwilling to believe that the person in front of him was the same person he remembered.

She had a tall and straight figure, and the wide brocade belt accentuated her slender waist. Her hair was piled up high and held in place by a single hairpin, giving her a very江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air.

He had rarely seen a Taoist priest like this.

"Yes, it's me." Song Chunxue smiled. "How have you been?"

“Well, it’s alright,” He Xiu couldn’t help but sigh, “but it’s not as good as you. You’re getting younger and younger. Among us, it seems like I’m the only one who’s getting old.”

Song Chunxue joked, "Who told you to be so unique, refusing to take any anti-aging pills or anything like that? We cowards are terrified of getting old, but you're the one I admire."

He Xiu said irritably, "Is it because I don't want to? It's because I can't maintain it. Stop making fun of me."

Song Chunxue said helplessly, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I really wasn't making fun of you. But my apprentice is very good at alchemy, if you want, I'll give you a bottle."

"A bottle?" He Xiu sneered. "You think it's just some soy sauce?"

"Here you go." Song Chunxue immediately handed him a bottle. "Eat slowly, and ask for more if you're not full."

He Xiu caught the bottle, then froze on the spot.

His pupils dilated, and he looked at Master Han in disbelief, "This..."

Master Han was unsurprised. "She picked up a good disciple who knows nothing, and has an alchemist who wants to raise her to be a celestial being. Can you believe it?"

"Ha!" He Xiu, holding a bottle almost as big as a wine jug, turned around and bowed to Song Chunxue. "Thank you, Daoist Song!"

Song Chunxue weakly reached out to help him up, "It's not that bad, it's not that bad. I don't usually eat this. I think the taste is a bit strange. I prefer simple things. The beauty soup is fine."

He Xiu clicked his tongue, "Listen to this, how enviable! Some are dying of thirst while others are drowning in floods."

He looked up and saw Xie Zheng.

Suddenly, he thought of their past.

"Hey, I heard you now have a sword even more powerful than Wuyou's. Do you know I haven't slept well for a month since I heard that news?"

He Xiu looked away and said to Song Chunxue, "I'll introduce you to someone. He's just like you, a chosen one who can find treasures wherever he goes. He's also obsessed with swordsmanship. I'll go call him over."

Song Chunxue casually sat down and said, "Okay."

Soon, He Xiu came in from outside the door.

“Brother Wei, she’s inside.” He Xiu said with a smile, introducing, “Brother Song, this is the number one sword cultivator, Wei Hegui.”

Song Chunxue stood up and greeted him, "Greetings, Brother Wei."

He Xiu belatedly realized that seeing Song Chunxue's current attire, he would not treat her as an ordinary woman, and it was perfectly reasonable for him to address her as Brother Song.

"Greetings, Daoist Song." Wei Hegui, dressed in a silver Daoist robe with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, collar, and back, and sporting a purple-gold crown, exuded an extraordinary air. He went straight to the point, "Would I have the honor of seeing the Overlord Sword?"

Are you going to start sparring right away?

Song Chunxue was delighted.

She smiled and raised her hand, saying, "Please come outside. How about I ask Brother Wei for some guidance?"

Master Han sighed helplessly, "Song Chunxue, you..."

"Please enlighten me, Master Song... Master Song." In Wei Hegui's eyes, she was a woman.

He simply couldn't imagine that someone with such a slender frame could wield the Overlord Sword with one hand.

Master Han and He Xiu subconsciously looked at Xie Zheng.

Xie Zheng's gaze remained calm. "What are you looking at me for?"

Master Han tentatively asked, "Don't you find it sour?"