Chapter 1168 So what?

Master Han thought that his disciple would refute or deny it.

Xie Zheng simply watched from afar as Song Chunxue and Wei Hegui clashed and their swords flashed, their movements swift and graceful. He stared silently for a long time without uttering a single word.

It seems he's really jealous.

Even though they had lost their memories, they had all told Xie Zheng that Song Chunxue had once been his bedmate.

"Why don't you practice a few moves with her? You've been just as diligent in your sword practice as she has this past year, so you should be the sword practice partner she wants most. If you're hesitant to bring it up because of our past relationship, she'll find someone else."

Master Han gently encouraged, "No matter what, her swordsmanship is superior to yours. Don't you want a patient swordsman to urge you to improve?"

Xie Zheng remained silent.

It seems the heat wasn't quite right.

Everyone says that Xie Zheng is now cultivating the path of ruthlessness, but only he, as his master, knows that although he has lost his emotional attachments and his senses are dulled, he has become less humane.

But the last bit of warmth kept him from going down the path of ruthlessness.

In his view, Song Chunxue, with her resolute character, was more like someone who cultivated the path of ruthlessness.

Don't be fooled by her ability to chat with anyone now; she's actually much colder than before.

After all, everyone knows that Xie Zheng's amnesia hurt her the most.

However, seeing her year of seclusion and spiritual practice, people felt more admiration than pity for her.

No wonder his senior wrote a letter specifically to tell him not to show any pity or sympathy in front of Song Chunxue.

She is a tenacious sapling, growing well year after year despite wind and rain.

"good!"

Suddenly, the sound of Lord Zhao clapping and cheering came from ahead.

Song Chunxue and Wei Hegui were evenly matched, their swords clashing and sparking, their movements as fluid as water, like two dragons entering the water.

Master Han couldn't help but wonder, "What realm is she at now? She looks so fierce."

"Does Martial Uncle want to spar with her? Perhaps she'll be very happy," Zhang Chengxuan urged. "Martial Uncle might as well give her some pointers personally, and you'll be able to find out what level she's at. I can't handle her."

Master Han nodded, "That's true, but it's too hot today. I'll wait until tonight to spar with her."

"The temple fair is in a few days. Would you like to come? We are all fellow Daoists from all over the world. Perhaps you will see your old friends." He Xiu looked at Daoist Han and said gently, "Perhaps you will find the medical sage who can solve your problem."

Master Han hummed in agreement, not holding out any hope.

The medical sages all retreated to the mountains and forests; how could they easily come to this place of trouble?

Over here, Song Chunxue was having a great time.

The Overlord Sword was even more excited than she was. This was the most powerful swordsman she had ever encountered. He unleashed a powerful and unrestrained aura, and every move he made made her feel completely comfortable.

This was also the first time she had ever sweated after holding a sword for half an hour.

"Clang clang clang clang... Clang!"

Wei Hegui was the first to sheathe his sword, cupped his hands and said, "You flatter me."

His sword had just been pressed against her neck.

"Brother Wei, your swordsmanship is excellent. Your sword moves are very tricky and difficult to counter. May I ask what the name of your swordsmanship is?"

Wei Hegui didn't hide anything, "Ruoshui Sword Technique."

Song Chunxue knew that each sect had its own unique sword techniques, which they would not easily pass on to outsiders.

She exclaimed sincerely, "The swordsmanship is superb, with yin and yang in perfect harmony. In the later stages, it has the power to overturn rivers and seas. This swordsmanship must have been created by an extraordinary person."

“That’s right. This sword technique has been passed down for five hundred years. After several revisions, it has become increasingly refined. Practicing it once a day is comparable to practicing boxing for two hours.” Wei Hegui said with a smile. “But Master Song’s sword technique is also very exquisite. May I ask what kind of sword technique it is?”

"..." This question stumped Song Chunxue. She looked at Zhang Chengxuan embarrassedly, thinking that she had learned too many different techniques. The sword techniques she had practiced this year were newly taught by her master, but when she used them, she would subconsciously mix several different techniques together, without any clear conclusion.

“Junior brother, you’re putting your knowledge to good use. I was a bit overwhelmed when we sparred just now. In my haste, I used five different sword techniques. I don’t know where you learned them. They were all very disorganized,” Zhang Chengxuan said, trying to smooth things over. “But none of them are as good as Brother Wei’s Ruoshui Sword Technique.”

Wei Hegui nodded and chuckled, "I don't think she was flustered at all. On the contrary, she handled things quite well. You can't achieve this without at least ten years of practice."

"Senior brother, you flatter me. I've only practiced for eight years in total. I will continue to work hard in the future." With that, she cupped her hands and said, "I smell the aroma from the kitchen. I'll go see what delicious food is available. You two can chat slowly."

She wasn't good at exchanging pleasantries with the group, so leaving was the best option.

There was no meat here, only vegetables, and she wanted to eat a steamed bun.

As she passed Xie Zheng, her gaze met his, calm and unwavering, no different from that of anyone else.

In the end, it was all for naught.

It's better if you can't remember; it's best if you never remember it for the rest of your life.

*

In the evening, they sat together to eat vegetarian food, drink tea, and chat.

When the crowd dispersed, she followed them to the Zhao residence.

But to their surprise, Xie Lingyun's carriage was right outside the Taoist temple.

When she saw Song Chunxue, she ran over with a smile and took her hand.

"Aunt Song."

When Xie Lingyun uttered those two words, her voice choked with emotion.

"Aunt Song, you came to the capital, why didn't you come to see me?" Xie Lingyun's eyes were red, and she was about to cry as she held Song Chunxue's wrist.

"Aunt Song, we still have some connection. No matter what happens to my father, I miss you very much," Xie Lingyun said eagerly. "Will you come to the temple fair again? I want to talk to you."

As she spoke, Xie Lingyun's tears streamed down her face.

Song Chunxue felt a lump in her throat. Seeing how she was becoming more and more like a domineering grandmother, yet still so sad, she couldn't very well refuse.

“I’ll come again, and we can catch up properly then.” Song Chunxue patted the back of her hand. “Go back now, the children are waiting for you at home.”

"Okay, Auntie." Xie Lingyun reluctantly let go of her hand. "Auntie, you must come another day."

Song Chunxue nodded at her.

Xie Zheng stood beside the carriage, watching them exchange pleasantries.

Song Chunxue didn't look at them again and got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Zhang Chengxuan quietly observed her expression.

Song Chunxue slightly raised her chin. "What?"

Do you drink alcohol?

"Drink up, it's your treat." She crossed her legs and looked out the window. "No wonder He Xiu is aging so fast, he still doesn't eat enough meat."

At this moment, Zhang Chengxuan lifted the carriage curtain and looked out the window, saying, "But eating less meat leads to less karma."

"When did you start talking like that? Which monk have you been associating with lately?"

Zhang Chengxuan's smile widened, "Look who's that?"

Song Chunxue looked out the window; it was her child's father.

The monk who turned into a monk.

“He came once when you were in seclusion. I suppose he wanted to see you.” Zhang Chengxuan lowered the carriage curtain. “I think he hasn’t let go of his attachments. Otherwise, why would he suddenly become a Taoist priest?”

“Then he must be a true monk, which is good.” Song Chunxue leaned against the car wall. “If I weren’t so greedy, I would also like to eat vegetarian food. Eating vegetarian food makes me feel relaxed all over.”

"What's the point then? This is all the hobby I have left." Zhang Chengxuan moved to the side. "Look at your words and actions now, you're more like a man than me."

"So what happened?"