Chapter 1179 Fellow Taoist

The mother and son exchanged a glance, and Song Chunxue said, "Let him in."

Before long, an old Taoist priest with a hunched back, a white beard, and a thin figure walked up to them.

"Senior, please take a seat. Let's sit down and talk." Song Chunxue stood up, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Please eat and drink well, Daoist Master."

"Alright," the old man picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of cold pork salad. "Hmm, it tastes good, but it's a little salty."

Besides Jiang Yexun and his wife, and several Taoist priests including Song Chunxue, there were also a few key figures in the government who were somewhat dissatisfied with the Taoist priest's behavior.

But since neither the county magistrate nor the commander-in-chief said anything, they remained silent.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks, grabbed their steamed buns, and started eating, finding the food exceptionally delicious.

They haven't eaten meat for six months.

Moreover, these steamed buns are very white, without any black flour or coarse grain flour mixed in.

That millet flour really hurts your throat.

Needless to say, even the pigs in wealthy families wouldn't eat sorghum flour.

Halfway through the meal, everyone else came over and toasted the Jiang family mother and son.

To be more precise, it was a toast with several Taoist priests.

"Thanks to you Taoist priests, each one of you is worth a thousand troops, saving us from dire straits. You are the ones who truly care about the people and dare to get involved in this mess. We toast you, Taoist priests."

After saying that, they tilted their heads back and downed a bowl of wine.

"No need for formalities, please sit down and eat slowly. There's more food in the kitchen if you're not full."

Although all five of them said that, they were still toasted by people at every table and drank quite a bit.

A group of soldiers spoke loudly, their hearty laughter so loud it hurt your ears.

The old man listened attentively and confirmed repeatedly that the recent events were indeed their doing.

He stood up. “I would also like to toast you, fellow Daoist. Few of us cultivators are willing to interfere with worldly causes and effects. This is truly admirable. Daoist Song is very righteous, and all of you junior Daoists are very righteous!”

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Changfeng and Changyun took the initiative to inquire about the Taoist priest's identity and background.

It turns out that this Daoist Master Yichen has been working on the border for many years, doing his utmost to save ordinary people from suffering.

He has been traveling back and forth along the border for ten years, stopping in countless dilapidated temples and Taoist monasteries, answering people's questions, asking the wealthy for money and grain, and distributing porridge to the common people.

Song Chunxue couldn't help but feel a deep respect for him. "The Daoist Master is truly righteous. We have been busy with cultivation all these years and have not come down the mountain much. We have forgotten our original intentions."

"Young friend, you are too modest. What you have done these past few days is equivalent to the number of people I have saved in the past ten years," the old man said with emotion. "These disciples are still young, but I did not expect them to have such awareness. They are willing to follow you and serve the country and the people wholeheartedly. Their sincerity is commendable."

They praised each other and then talked about the current situation of the country, celestial phenomena, future plans, and next year's harvest.

Despite their initial skepticism, the children gradually grew familiar with and trusted Master Yichen, a man of great knowledge and experience.

An hour later, after a satisfying meal, the table was cleared, and Jiang Yexun invited Daoist Yichen to stay.

Song Chunxue didn't think much of it, nor did she suspect this fellow Daoist. She returned to her room, washed up, and then sat down to rest.

In the middle of the night, the Overlord Sword flew back from outside, tearing through the window paper that had just been glued shut the day before.

Song Chunxue was woken up and, after a moment of rest, prepared to go back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, someone came to knock on the door.

"Master Song, are you awake? What was that noise just now? Are you safe?"

Song Chunxue stood up. "It's nothing. My sword has returned. I apologize for disturbing you."

The Taoist priest outside the door was startled. "Is that really your sword?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to have startled you."

But the people outside had no intention of leaving.

He murmured, "You truly possess a divine sword."

After saying this, Song Chunxue suddenly realized that her behavior was somewhat high-profile.

Those hermits who live in the mountains and forests, though they have not descended the mountain to engage with the world for a long time, are still very knowledgeable about the affairs of the world.

Not to mention the people of the martial arts world, who were all talking about the divine sword that appeared at Wanjian Mountain a year ago.

"It can't really be called a divine sword, it's just..."

"Would I have the honor of witnessing the divine sword in person?"

"..." These words were spoken with sincerity, and given that they were already familiar with each other, Song Chunxue couldn't refuse.

But it's so late, isn't he being a bit too hasty, being an old man?

"Tomorrow, I'll let you see it more clearly tomorrow."

After a moment of silence outside the door, the old Taoist quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I was rash. I hope you won't take offense. I was too hasty. I've never seen such a miraculous sword before."

As he spoke, he chuckled twice to himself.

"It's alright, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"Alright, alright, I won't disturb your rest any longer."

Song Chunxue went back to bed and lay down.

The next day, the Taoist priest was already waiting in the courtyard. As soon as Song Chunxue opened the door, he came to greet her.

"Young friend, you're awake."

"Don't worry about me, I'll look at it after you've eaten."

"..." Song Chunxue tossed Wuyou to him.

Don't speak, remember that.

[Okay, I'll bear with it.] Unperturbed and dissatisfied.

One should always be wary of others.

【I understand, this sword immortal understands. Human hearts are unpredictable.】