Chapter 1213 Can't Understand

Even though only two years have passed since the last time, why does Song Chunxue feel like she has been gone for many years?

So much has happened during this time. Standing here, looking at the familiar scenery, she feels as if she has lived through another world.

Perhaps Xie Zheng's appearance was meant to tell her that those beautiful things are fleeting, and will eventually return to solitude and tranquility.

Like my senior, this path is ultimately lonely.

A year ago, she didn't want to accept it.

Now, however, I am gradually accepting this fact.

When she was wandering, she felt like a dandelion seed being blown by the wind. As long as the wind didn't stop, she couldn't land and could only leave herself to fate.

But now, back on familiar land, she feels like she's had a full meal, brimming with energy.

It's no big deal; we still have to keep going.

She is very satisfied with her current state, being an old Taoist priest who is wholeheartedly focused on cultivation, which is especially good.

Perhaps one day, she will be able to fathom all the mysteries of this world and attain the Great Dao.

Therefore, she felt exceptionally calm when she practiced swordsmanship in the morning.

Practicing swordsmanship in the forest with my eyes closed, I felt the righteous energy emanating from heaven and earth, and I couldn't distinguish the boundaries of following the crowd.

She didn't know when it started, but she found herself able to stand on the slender treetops, sword in hand, braving the wind.

Feeling her body incredibly light and agile, moving nimbly through the forest, able to fly hundreds of meters with a light touch of her toes, her heart was as light as a feather, imagining herself as a nimble swallow, coming and going freely.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

She sheathed her longsword and soared freely through the woods, like a child discovering a new toy, becoming addicted to flying.

Worry-free popped out and lazily commented, "Not bad, you can even do somersaults now. Your bones are getting lighter and lighter. You've caught a good opportunity. If it had been a few years later, your bones would have been as hard as iron plates, and it would have been difficult to jump."

"Don't get in my way." Wuyou waved around in front of her, looking like she wanted to have a competition.

How could she compare herself to a sword? Wouldn't that be humiliating?

"That's enough for now. If you're still just a mortal, you should go back for dinner. You can practice again this afternoon. Oh, by the way, I saw someone else in Tu Dan'er's room last night. Do you want to go check it out?"

Song Chunxue thought so too. She had planned to make jelly herself today, as she hadn't had white flour jelly in a long time.

Go to Lao Si's place and scoop out a small vat of fermented liquid; then you can have cold noodles for lunch.

As soon as she returned to the courtyard, several children were eating breakfast: steamed buns, egg drop soup, and so on. Song Chunxue casually walked to an empty seat and sat down, thinking that the cook here had supposedly changed, and wondered if the soup would be fishy.

She noticed that everyone was too quiet, and couldn't help but look around, wondering if she was being too inappropriate today.

The next moment, she saw that the person on her left was dressed very elegantly, with a silver hair crown, a moon-white satin cross-collar long robe, expensive silver wrist guards, and a gentle and warm smile on his face.

"Oh, where did this young master come from? Did you come all this way just to see Tu Dan'er?"

Wuji couldn't hold back any longer. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he lowered his head helplessly, saying, "Uncle-Master, please stop teasing me."

"That's true, young people are shy." Song Chunxue looked at Tu Dan'er, "Are you happy now?"

"Uncle-Master, have a steamed bun, and some sesame seeds too. It'll be ready soon, you can wait a bit." The usually eloquent and talkative Tu Dan'er seemed quite susceptible to teasing at this moment.

Song Chunxue found it amusing, "Oh my, I never expected this, you two..."

"Here, drink your soup." Zhang Chengxuan handed her a spoon, helping his apprentice out of the predicament, and also helping himself out of the predicament.

As a master, and as a Taoist disciple deeply influenced by Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, he did not want to face such a scene, feeling it was even more painful than his own homosexuality.

Song Chunxue wanted to persuade him, but doing so in front of the children might hurt their feelings.

Don't let Tu Dan'er's carefree attitude fool you; he's actually more perceptive than anyone else.

Han Mo and Qi Yun are not here; they've probably gone out to patrol the nearby territories.

"Master, I've finished eating. I'm going to take a look around the neighborhood."

"Master, I've finished eating. I want to go see if Xiaobai has returned."

Changfeng and Changyun were quite sensible; they took their bowls and left.

"We've finished eating, my two senior uncles. Please enjoy your meal. We'll go take a look at the vegetable garden first."

"Okay, go ahead." Song Chunxue scooped up a mouthful of hot soup and drank it. The salt was just right, neither too salty nor too bland.

“Senior brother, if there’s something you can’t understand, the children are also upset. It’s only natural, you have to accept it whether you like it or not.”

Zhang Chengxuan rested his hands on his knees. “It’s easy to say, but hard to do. I feel uncomfortable seeing them being so affectionate, and you can’t blame me for that. Just because you’re a woman and find it amusing to see two men being close doesn’t mean you should do the same.”

"Imagine two girls kissing in front of you, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" Song Chunxue exclaimed in shock, "They dared to kiss in front of you? You must be furious!"

Zhang Chengxuan lowered his eyes, looking conflicted. "They might dare, but they should worry about their own legs!"

It seems there aren't any left.

Song Chunxue thought about it seriously. If she saw two women kissing... well, it would depend on who they were. If it was her daughter, well, she would definitely beat her so badly she wouldn't be able to get off the bed.

But... it's not entirely incomprehensible. After all, people's hearts are fickle; perhaps it's fate's arrangement?

Or perhaps their birth charts simply indicate that...