Chapter 1227 Let Me Accompany My Master

Qi Yun's appearance kept Mei Yang from calming down for a long time.

"You've taken on such a beautiful apprentice? Are you trying to test how strong your will is?"

"You've fallen out with Lord Xie, and now you've set your sights on a pretty boy?"

"Song Chunxue, you're really confident. Remember your place, don't let them fool you. You don't know, men should try anything. Even if you're eighty years old now, as long as you're charming, they'll still dare to call you a young girl, do you believe that?"

"..." Song Chunxue sighed, "In your eyes, am I that kind of person?"

“I know you weren’t that kind of person before, but who knows what will happen in the future? I know how human nature is; even saints have a hard time overcoming this hurdle. You have to hold on.”

The word made her uncomfortable.

Mei Yang used this very word when he tried to match her with Xie Zheng.

"That's impossible. I'll get angry if you keep bringing it up. In a few years, I'll be a great-grandmother. And you're still talking about this? My romantic feelings are long dead. Don't worry about me." She raised her hand and touched her still relatively firm cheek. "Don't be fooled by my youthful appearance. My heart is already old. Do you think a young and pretty face can make me blush and my heart race?"

Mei Yang paused for a moment, then said, "That's true."

Hearing the commotion in the courtyard, Song Chunxue, not wanting to be questioned by others, hurriedly left.

Tell them I've gone to see some of my older sisters.

"Hey you..."

"Explain to them that if there is any misunderstanding, I will hold you responsible."

Mei Yang was helpless; was the blame being pinned on him?

However, these younger generation shouldn't have any deep misunderstandings, after all, that pretty boy looked to be no more than thirty years old.

They were both quite young at the time, and Mei Yang was in his thirties. Song Chunxue didn't react much at all. Now that she has experienced many hardships, she won't be easily moved.

I wonder if she and Lord Xie can ever get back together.

In Mei Yang's view, the faint indifference and sorrow she exuded was because of Xie Zheng.

She's quite charming.

He shook his head and smiled. Sure enough, Song Chunxue was a woman worth getting to know, regardless of whether she was male or female, young or old.

Of all the people he's met, he's never encountered anyone like her, like the autumn sky—seemingly clear and open at first glance, but upon closer inspection, filled with sorrow like rain.

Just like the gradual passing of thirty years, each meeting is different.

It was as if she was born to become a Taoist priest on the path of spiritual cultivation.

Oh right, he suddenly thought of Master Zhang.

Song Chunxue is starting to look more and more like Master Zhang from many years ago.

Even though her life had improved, she still hadn't forgotten her old friends and still cared deeply for all living beings.

In recent years, he has almost forgotten his original aspirations and the serious look in his eyes many times.

But every time he saw Song Chunxue, he would remind her that only by staying true to her original aspirations could she achieve her goals.

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After leaving Zhuanglang City, Song Chunxue released her stubborn donkey and headed northeast along the mountain road.

My sisters are over there.

Qi Yun also led a horse, following behind her.

"Master, why don't you move away? This place is so desolate."

How many times a year does it rain here?

"Master, where is your child's father buried? Should I go and pay my respects?"

"Master..."

Master, Master, Song Chunxue gets a headache just hearing those two words. When she first met this person, she thought he was gentle and refined, but he must be a wise old witch who is charming without realizing it.

Now, Song Chunxue thinks he's just an annoying little fox, always chattering away, asking so many questions and talking so much. Doesn't his mouth get dry?

Although his tone was quite gentle and his words were pleasant, he just talked too much.

Song Chunxue initially responded with a few words, but later she couldn't keep up and just gave perfunctory "uh-huh" and "ah".

"Master, did you choose to ride a horse because you were afraid they would suspect you if they saw you flying on a sword or not walking?"

"The shops on this street are all closed. They're probably too scared to open because of those bandits. I brought some food with me, so I'll share it with them."

"Which of Master's sisters' houses should we visit first? How should I address her?"

Song Chunxue closed her eyes, trying her best to sound gentle and soothing.

"Let's go to my second sister's house first, we'll be there soon." She couldn't help but say, "You talk too much."

"Did I disturb Master?" Qi Yun lowered his voice. "Then I'll say less. I'm afraid Master is worried about the safety of the sisters and is getting anxious."

"Hmm, it's alright. It's nothing. Go ahead and talk to me. Anyway, you're the one who's tired, so don't mind me ignoring you." Song Chunxue looked around. "Are there any evil cultivators around? Is your Uncle Owl with us too?"

Qi Yun nodded, "Uncle Ying came along too, but the evil cultivators didn't come with us. They mainly followed that group of evildoers."

Why isn't my senior brother here?

"My senior uncle is cultivating. He seems unwell. I don't know if he's injured or if an old injury has flared up again."

They rode their horses along the autumn-tinged country lanes, where they could vaguely see farmers busy in the fields.

Nothing, no matter how big the problem, can affect their farming.

Song Chunxue was surprised, "Injured?"

“I don’t know the specifics. My master said he needed to rest and asked me to keep him company.”

There were several children herding donkeys by the roadside, sitting on the clean road surface playing in the dirt, their faces and hair covered in it.

The fine, muddy soil felt very comfortable underfoot, and they even buried themselves in it.