Chapter 1230 Disrupted the Plan

Xie Zheng is also there?

She originally wanted to go.

However, with Xie Zheng present, she had to consider things carefully.

Although I secretly wish to meet them, their current situation makes it unsuitable for a meeting.

To avoid disappointment outweighing happiness after meeting.

Song Chunxue said calmly, "I'm not going. Please give my regards to my senior uncle and senior brother. I won't be going."

Qi Yun wasn't in a hurry. "Master, don't rush to give me an answer. I'll go back tomorrow and tell you then. It's not too late."

Deng Kui seemed to be deep in thought; in fact, she had come today with something else to say.

Song Chunxue noticed her hesitant expression several times and began to guess what was going on in her mind.

"Don't look at me like that. Just say what you want to say. Aren't you uncomfortable keeping it to yourself?" Song Chunxue looked at Qi Yun. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

"I want to eat buckwheat pancakes, which are thin pancakes made from buckwheat flour, then cut into small pieces and stir-fried with oil, meat, and eggs. I had them a few days ago, and I always feel that my master's version should taste even better."

As he spoke, Qi Yun took out a large piece of pork tenderloin. "This is top-quality pork tenderloin, very tender. Stir-fry a lot, I love meat."

When Song Chunxue saw Qi Yun again, she had completely accepted that he was her apprentice.

Although they initially became friends after a fight, Qi Yun has been behaving himself these days and hasn't come to cause trouble.

Originally, Song Chunxue was thinking that if Qi Yun came to bother her every few days, she would take the opportunity to expel him from the sect and give him his freedom.

She never expected that Qi Yun would actually stay behind and cultivate properly with them.

A few days ago, her senior brother sent her a telepathic message, mentioning that Qi Yun was the easiest of the younger generation to guide, with high comprehension and quick learning ability, which made him increasingly satisfied.

Song Chunxue stood up. Deng Kui, not wanting to say anything in front of Qi Yun, said, "I'll start the fire for you."

“Alright,” Song Chunxue said, looking at her apprentice. “Can you prepare a room yourself? Do you know how to heat a kang (a traditional heated bed)?”

"No," Qi Yun picked up the broom, "but I'll clean up the room I stayed in last time, and I'll also put some filling for the kang (heated brick bed) at the kang hole, so Master can fill it in, okay?"

"Okay, you pack your things, I'll go cook." Actually, she wanted to eat pancakes herself, but she usually didn't make such complicated dishes when she was alone.

It's either potato dumplings or potato dumplings, made with either wheat flour or buckwheat flour, or just plain potato dumplings. Stir-frying them together makes for a very satisfying meal.

As you progress through the cultivation process, your desire for food will gradually decrease.

In the kitchen, Song Chunxue prepared the ingredients, dipped hemp stalks in oil and brushed the hot pan, carefully poured the prepared buckwheat batter onto the side of the pan, slid it down the edge, smoothed it with a spatula, cooked it over medium heat for a while, flipped it over, and a pancake was ready.

Buckwheat pancakes are quite thick, but also fluffy and soft. They are fragrant and retain their original flavor even when not stir-fried.

Deng Kui took a piece and ate it, nodding repeatedly in praise, "Mmm, it's delicious. Is my fire burning well? Should I make it a little bigger?"

"No need, no need, keep it small, otherwise it will burn." Song Chunxue turned to look at the white-haired woman squatting in front of the stove. "You look so rich, it's a waste for you to use me to start a fire."

Deng Kui skillfully used a fire poker to stir up the flames and stuffed a small handful of wheat stalks into the stove.

"It's not a waste. I'm no longer the rich young lady I used to be. I've been self-reliant for many years. I just don't want to look sloppy, so I'll dress nicely when I go out." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't say them out loud.

Song Chunxue was so anxious; she was really good at pretending.

Just waiting for her to ask, right?

This person must have done it on purpose, after all, even in both of her lifetimes combined, she didn't live as long as Deng Kui.

"Then what are you trying to say by stammering like that? It's making me really curious." Song Chunxue kicked her foot and threatened her with a rolling pin. "Speak up."

Deng Kui hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on the firewood in his hand, as he slowly stuffed it into the stove.

"Actually, I didn't want to cause you any trouble. After all, I've already made you break your rules and disturbed your cultivation. But I also know an old cultivator who is about my age. His bottleneck is even more difficult for him to overcome than mine. I haven't figured out how to bring it up yet."

Judging from her slow tone and slightly furrowed brows, Song Chunxue knew that she was very conflicted.

She stroked her chin. "That's a man. You're interested in him, but haven't made it official?"

Deng Kui looked up in surprise, visibly embarrassed. "No...it wasn't intentional, but he really is an old man. We've known each other for over thirty years, we're like brothers in arms. He heard I'd made a breakthrough and wanted to come see you..."

Song Chunxue stared at her intently, finding it amusing to watch Deng Kui's voice grow softer and weaker.

It seems there's more to the story.

However, she certainly wouldn't use top-grade spirit stones on the person Deng Kui mentioned.

Where is he?

"It's nearby."

"Nearby?" Song Chunxue asked curiously. "So it's in this village? He's not sleeping in some abandoned kiln, is he?"

When she was a child, what she feared most was the dark, gloomy kiln that looked eerie from afar.

"I guess so. He's... pretty tough. He can make do with any sheltered spot." Deng Kui whispered. "It's alright. If you don't want to see him, I'll just send him back."

Song Chunxue put her hands on her hips. Since they were already here, and she had already questioned them thoroughly, would she really be the villain if she were to send them back?

She scooped a spoonful of batter and drew a line along the edge of the pot. "Let him come. He's already here. We're kindred spirits, so there's no harm in meeting. I'm actually not very capable. My help to you was purely accidental. You might as well ask my senior brother instead. Did you send him to Qingshan Temple?"

Deng Kui finally returned to normal. "He went there and everyone told him to let go of his obsession."

"..." So, it turns out, another person is just using her as a guinea pig.

She doesn't know anything; she just got lucky.

“It’s so cold outside, let him come in and have some hot tea,” Song Chunxue said, then added warily, “Could he be some kind of cult member?”

"No, no, he's just a rogue cultivator, very stubborn. He had a master when he was young, and he's been cultivating on his own for so many years. Anyway, you'll understand when you meet him."

Song Chunxue nodded, "Okay, go and bring him here. It looks like it's going to snow tonight."

"Yes, thank you, Master Song." Deng Kui stood up eagerly. "The weather has changed now, it's quite cold."

Song Chunxue's cloth shoes had thin soles, and her feet were cold.

She thought that Deng Kui must have a close relationship with that person.

Qi Yun came in from outside, munching on a soft pear. "Master is going to save all living beings again?"

"Get lost!" Song Chunxue kicked him. "Stop teasing me. I'm just not good at refusing people."

"Sure thing, leave it to me. I'll make sure he's far away and won't come looking for you."

Song Chunxue pointed to the small stool on the ground, "Start a fire."

“Master, you’re so kind to others, why don’t you go and see Lord Xie? As a fellow man, even though he has lost his emotions and memories, I feel he is a man worthy of sympathy after hearing my senior brother mention him.”

Song Chunxue paused, picked up a pancake and threw it onto the cutting board. "I was planning to see him again in five or eight years. You've disrupted my plans. Besides, he doesn't even remember me. It's not like he wanted to see me."

"Why not?"