Chapter 1211 Silly Look

Ten days later, they arrived in Jincheng.

Changfeng and Changyun were overjoyed. Before even entering the city, they were already clamoring to go to that restaurant for meat, their mouths never stopping.

He then mentioned which shop he wanted to buy the biggest and roundest potatoes, and that he hadn't bought cloth shoes with multi-layered soles in a long time. He said there was a shop at the south intersection that made very sturdy shoes with a layer of cowhide on the soles, making them very durable.

Like wanderers returning home, they felt a mix of trepidation and excitement as they approached their new home. They first went to the street and bought a lot of things, planning to stay permanently at the Taoist temple in the mountains.

The two discussed that the bed sheets and curtains in the room were probably old and worn out, and that they should be replaced with newer ones.

Seeing that the two of them were walking together and didn't seem to be waiting for him, Tu Dan'er wasn't in a hurry.

He looked up at the top of Wuquan Mountain as if deep in thought, then casually looked away and bought two jujubes from a street vendor.

Autumn berries are small fruits that are sweet and sour and look very delicious, but they are actually better when sliced, dried, and used to make tea.

Han Mo explained to Qi Yun that this was where Chang Feng and Chang Yun became disciples, and it was also the place where they lived and where their cultivation journey began, just like their hometown.

Qi Yun nodded. "I've never been here before, but I've often heard people mention it. They say the people here are very loyal and righteous. It's considered a prosperous place in the west, but it's far inferior to Chang'an."

"I smell a sweet scent, it's very peculiar, what is it?" Qi Yun looked at Han Mo, "Have you been here before?"

"No, I don't know either," Han Mo called out to Tu Dan'er, "Aren't you going to show us what good food we can find here? We're hungry."

"Let's find a restaurant and try the potato stew with chicken, as well as the hand-pulled noodles. Actually, the mixed noodles here are also good, but everyone prefers soup noodles. If you don't eat soup noodles, it feels like you haven't eaten."

As they walked, Tu Dan'er grinned from ear to ear, "Let's not go to the restaurant, let's go to the tavern instead."

Song Chunxue saw it; it was Lao Si's tavern.

It's been a year since I last saw him. I wonder if the fourth brother has gotten even fatter.

"Uncle-Master, do you miss them?" Tudan ran up to Song Chunxue. "Planning to go see them alone after we go up the mountain? Uncle-Master is too inconsiderate. We're already familiar with each other. Can't we even see our old acquaintances?"

Looking at the familiar streets and hearing the familiar, friendly accents, Song Chunxue felt a comfortable sensation surging through her chest.

"I think you just want to eat other people's food without paying. You little brat, do you think I don't know who you're eyeing?" Zhang Chengxuan followed behind him, his hands behind his back, a relaxed and cheerful smile on his face. He pointed to a spot not far away and said, "I'm going to buy something over there. I'll be right back."

"What is it? You can buy it after you finish eating." Tu Dan'er fawned over him, "Your disciple will buy it for you."

"Don't give me that. I didn't stop you from being so obsequious. If you keep that smug look on your face, I'll break your legs!"

Tu Dan'er laughed out loud, "Master, just admit it, you're just afraid your beloved disciple will run off with someone else and stop following you. Didn't I say it's impossible? You can put your mind at ease, okay?"

Zhang Chengxuan gritted his teeth, looking at his smug laughter, and thought to himself what a fool he was.

Do we really have to say these things on the street?

He felt that his wayward disciple was eager to make his affair with Wuyou public, hoping that the whole world would congratulate him.

Honestly, how could he have taken on such a disciple!

They chatted and laughed, standing out on the street. The group of tall men each had their own merits and handsome features. Their carriage followed obediently behind them without a driver, looking like a group of talented and extraordinary people.

Before they even reached the tavern door, the fourth brother suddenly shouted from upstairs, "Mother? Mother, is that you?"

Song Chunxue looked up and waved, "Yes."

"Hahaha, my mother's back!" The fourth son turned and ran downstairs, shouting as he ran, "My mother's back!"

"What a madman," Song Chunxue scolded, "Everyone has a mother."

Qi Yun added from the side, "But not many people have a young and beautiful Taoist priest as their mother. He's just showing off to others."

Song Chunxue looked at them with gentle eyes, "That's true."

The fourth son ran out of the door, smiling and waving at her, "Mother!"

"Looks like your fourth son is doing well, he's quite plump," Qi Yun teased. "He could probably have two masters now."

Han Mo lowered his voice and reminded them, "They mortals are very sensitive about others saying they're fat. You're just bringing up a sore subject. Don't say it again."

Qi Yun asked curiously, "Why? Isn't it bad to be rounder? Aren't we supposed to be rounder so we can get through the winter better?"

"They consider thinness beautiful, and they value literature over martial arts. You'll understand once you see more of the world. You should travel more; you don't know what the world is like. Customs and traditions vary greatly from place to place, and you'll broaden your horizons."

Qi Yun nodded, "Thank you for your guidance."

Han Mo raised his hand and slapped his forehead, "Silly boy."

He knew what those words meant, and he punched him back, saying, "You're not exactly new to the world either."

"Mother, you really came!" The fourth brother grabbed Song Chunxue's wrist and pulled her into the tavern with a big smile. "Come on, let's go upstairs first. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? When the third brother visited you last time, I thought you wouldn't come for several years."

"Oh right, where's Master Zhang? Didn't he come with us? And Lord Zhao, and that Master Han?"

Song Chunxue let him lead her away, saying, "My senior brother came with us; the others didn't come with us."

“That’s true, why do they always travel together?” The fourth brother turned and smiled at the two unfamiliar faces. “Come on, let’s go upstairs for dinner. These two look unfamiliar, Mother, aren’t you going to introduce them?”

"This is Master Han's biological son, and the other is his friend."

Qi Yun nodded and said, "He is also your mother's new apprentice. Greetings, Fourth Young Master."

New apprentice?

The fourth brother sized up the exceptionally handsome man. His eyes, which seemed to hold a mixture of joy and sorrow, made him look more like a romantic and dissolute playboy than a cultivator.

"Oh? Mother has taken in another new apprentice. He's really handsome. Could it be that your wife is too ugly and ran away from the wedding?"

The fourth brother's words made everyone burst into laughter.

“Yes, yes, that’s right. This young master is so handsome that he caught the eye of a rich young lady who wanted him to marry into her family. He refused, so he climbed over the wall in the middle of the night and came with us.” Han Mo replied with a smile, “You have a good eye for people.”

Qi Yun couldn't laugh, but Song Chunxue and the others who had returned from shopping were all laughing.

He would rather it be true, than have left her with such an embarrassing story on the mountain.

After everyone bought their things, they went upstairs to the largest private room. The fourth brother sat next to Song Chunxue, talking as much as a child who had just learned to speak and wanted to ask about everything.