Chapter 1205 The spell has been improved

Song Chunxue also wanted to ask her senior brother who he had gotten.

But she also knew that her senior brother would most likely say that he had received the master's true teachings and the guidance of the patriarch.

I decided not to ask any further questions.

Unable to sleep at night, Song Chunxue went to the depths of the desert to meditate.

"Wuyou, please protect me."

"Fine, you can order me around like that, huh? But I want to go out and play. How about I have Brother Ba Wang watch over you?"

Song Chunxue smiled, "If you can persuade him, then let him guard it for you."

“He agreed,” Wuyou’s voice was filled with excitement. “I’m going out for a stroll. I’ve never been able to move around freely in such a spacious place before.”

"Be careful, there might be other people in the desert, don't get hurt."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not that blind." Wuyou happily flew away.

The Overlord Sword automatically stuck into the sand behind Song Chunxue, steady and reliable, like a loyal and dependable elder brother who needs no words.

Song Chunxue entered a meditative state with complete peace of mind.

The next day, when she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a bed in an inn, with a lot of sand under her.

"Master, Master, you're finally awake." Changyun got up from the ground and fed her a pill.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Song Chunxue didn't quite trust her apprentice. Apart from the Youth Preservation Pill, she didn't dare to take anything else.

Just like she doesn't quite trust her own memory.

“Master, eat without worry. It’s just to replenish your strength. You entered a meditative state in the desert last night. When we found you missing from your room this morning, we sent Han Mo and Junior Brother to look for you. They found you were almost swallowed by quicksand. Luckily, the Overlord Sword held you steady, preventing you from being submerged.”

Song Chunxue smacked her forehead. "Look at me, I forgot about that. I almost caused you all trouble."

"Master, where is my martial uncle?"

"I've gone out to run some errands and will be back tomorrow. If you want to go out, feel free to go. I'm taking a break today and want to drink tea and read some stories at the inn."

Tudan nodded emphatically to Changyun.

Qi Yun said, "I'll stay here and keep Master company."

"No way," Changfeng immediately refused. "Didn't you say you were coming out with us for training? Are you going to slack off on the very first day?"

"No, if Master enters into meditation again, there will always be someone to protect him."

“Then let Changyun stay. He can refine pills and keep Master company without delaying the progress.” Changfeng raised an eyebrow. “But I’m worried about you and me.”

Song Chunxue got up and swept the sand off the bed, then used a broom made of millet stalks to drive them away.

“You all go ahead, I’m not going to cultivate or practice swordsmanship today,” she said with a smile. “Perhaps it’s because I’m getting older, I’m not as energetic as I used to be. There are times when I just want to sit alone all day doing nothing.”

“It’s not that I’m getting old, it’s that I don’t want to practice swordsmanship anymore,” Changfeng said, carrying a pot of hot tea. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. “Master, have some tea. Or I can keep you company.”

The reason these children are acting this way today is because they are worried about Qi Yun.

"Go, all of you, no slacking off. You're all young and need more experience," Song Chunxue said in a deep voice. "I have Wuyou with me."

“No, Master, we didn’t see Wuyou. When we went to look for you in the desert, we didn’t see him either, and he didn’t say a word.”

Song Chunxue frowned. "He hasn't come back yet. Is he trapped?"

"Where did he go?" Qi Yun asked curiously.

“He’s just wandering around outside. It’s fine, don’t worry about him. I still have Bawang.” As she spoke, Song Chunxue held up an empty teacup and gestured to them. “If I, a grown woman, can’t even take care of myself, I’m not qualified to be your teacher.”

Tu Dan'er nodded, "Then Uncle-Master will stay home and wait for us to come back."

“This child,” Song Chunxue kicked him, “speak properly.”

“Uncle-Master, you’ve been quite conflicted lately. Just be good and wait for my master to come before you start causing trouble. When we’re not around, don’t get carried away and get tricked by other demons or old men.” Tu Dan’er said with a hint of resentment, “It feels like when Lord Xie isn’t around, you’re like a little kid one minute and an old woman the next.”

Song Chunxue felt a little ashamed, "I'm sorry to have worried you, but please rest assured, I will always be Master Song from now on."

After finally getting them out of the room, Song Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief.

After she entered a meditative state, she felt that her practice suddenly became so natural, just like breathing.

Therefore, she will not meditate for too long in the future.

She felt that quietly listening to the wind, watching the scenery outside the window, drinking tea and eating snacks was a form of spiritual practice.

A grandmother and granddaughter walked by hand in hand downstairs. The little girl pointed to a butterfly flying overhead and said, "Grandma, look at the butterfly! A yellow butterfly!"

"Oh, it's a yellow butterfly."

"Grandma, there are camels ahead! They're huge! I've never ridden one before."

"Hey, next time I'll have your dad carry you to ride a camel."

The old woman was wearing a grayish-brown dress, the original color of which was almost unrecognizable. The cuffs were faded from washing, and there were loose threads showing.

Song Chunxue flicked her wrist, sending a silver ingot flying precisely to the back of the old woman's neck.

"Ouch~"

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Something fell down my neck," the old woman said, raising her hand to remove the object from the back of her neck. The next moment, her eyes widened, and she immediately looked around. "Good heavens, who dropped this?"

"Grandma, what is this?"

Perhaps the little girl had only ever seen copper coins and never such a large silver ingot, so she didn't know what it was.

Grandma was about the same age as Song Chunxue. Song Chunxue tried to communicate with her using her divine sense, "It's for the child to buy candy, please accept it."

"Huh?" The old woman turned around in surprise. "Who, who's talking?"

Song Chunxue added, "Go buy some candy, lest someone steal it."

Sure enough, the old woman picked up her granddaughter and walked quickly forward, muttering, "Thank God, thank you, thank you."

Song Chunxue felt very satisfied; she never expected that she could use magic like this now.

Could we try something even more powerful?