Chapter 1303 Hoping for a Heavy Snowfall

“You can’t say that. Master Song didn’t rely entirely on good luck. If she hadn’t worked hard, how could she have defeated you?” Deng Kui said seriously. “Fellow Daoist, the most taboo thing for cultivators is arrogance and complacency. Don’t underestimate me.”

"..." Mengzhongjun stirred the rice, rolled his eyes, and picked up the bowl to continue eating the rice.

This rice is easy to digest, but it's a real hassle for people with beards, as their beards get all tangled.

In a huff, Mengzhongjun went to the kitchen to fetch water and washed himself in the yard for a long time. He spent more than fifteen minutes washing himself in front of a mirror, carefully stroking his beard as if he wanted to iron it.

Song Chunxue said something to Deng Kui, then took out a bottle of beauty pills that Chang Yun had just given her, saying, "I don't have anything very valuable to give you. You don't look like someone who's short of money, so I'll give you this."

Deng Kui accepted the gift with both hands, her face beaming with joy. "Thank you, Master Song."

"I'm glad you don't mind."

Seeing this, Meng Zhongjun said sarcastically, "You just casually gave away things that people wouldn't normally share. Why didn't you eat a few yourself? Are you afraid that you'd be too good-looking and distract Lord Xie from his Daoist practice?"

"None of your business."

“Oh right, I remember now, your children aren’t young anymore. While your children are alive, you don’t want to be younger than them, otherwise you won’t feel right.” Mengzhongjun nodded. “Your thinking is correct, but you have to understand that by the time they’re all gone and you’re eating these things, it will probably be too late.”

"It's just appearance. What does it matter if you get old?" Song Chunxue said calmly. "Besides, there are other ways to maintain your appearance besides taking beauty pills and elixir-preserving pills."

"Go outside and sweep the yard. If you talk too much again, I'll have Huoxiang personally discipline you."

Mengzhongjun, sleeves rolled up, head held high, swaggered out of the yard like a big rooster.

Deng Kui smiled and said, "It seems your cultivation has improved again."

"No, but the chess piece you gave me is really useful, I like it very much," Song Chunxue said. "I don't mean to send you away, would you like to leave with me in three days?"

“Okay,” Deng Kui said. “Oh, by the way, the old man you saved last time is my senior brother. He’s been in much better health lately and even secretly went to see his great-grandson’s wedding ceremony. I plan to go see him later.”

"His great-grandson is already married?" Song Chunxue sighed. "Time flies so fast. I wonder what I'll think when I get there."

Do his family members know he's still alive?

"I don't know, I guess he died far from home a long time ago. Actually, it's better this way, so his family won't worry about him, but I'm also afraid they won't worry about him at all," Deng Kui said in a low voice. "I'm different, I never visit them."

Song Chunxue didn't press the matter further, saying, "It's better not to look, to avoid getting upset. Those who can't let go suffer the most."

But Deng Kui left that very night.

When Song Chunxue woke up the next day, she only saw the letter she had left in the room.

"Until we meet again."

Four simple words cannot fully express the emotions of meeting and parting.

Mengzhongjun stood at the door with his hands clasped together. "I explored her dream last night. Sure enough, in this world, women who can embark on the path of cultivation are not simple. Her journey has been truly arduous, so I gave her a good dream all night."

"But she was worried about not getting up later than you, so she got up at 1:15 a.m. and left. Before she left, she even fed the dog. She was such a good woman. What a pity."

Song Chunxue turned her head, "You're quite kind."

"I don't like hearing that. Why can't I be kind? Do I look like a bad person?"

"Heh, you're not bad. You conspired with others to try and kill me in my dream. You're so kind, such a philanthropist." Song Chunxue gave a thumbs up. "I bet you'll bring good fortune to your descendants."

When the topic of blessing future generations came up, his face turned grim, and he turned away, falling silent.

Song Chunxue felt no guilt and asked curiously, "You also have descendants?"

“Why can’t I have one?” he snapped, his voice rising in anger. “I’ve cut ties with them long ago, and they don’t even know I exist.”

Those who cultivate themselves rarely lack stories.

However, his volatile and easily angered nature, and the tone of his voice, are quite similar to Wuyou's when they first met.

Worry-free suddenly appeared.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? How do I resemble this old geezer?" Wuyou questioned loudly. "Don't think I'm mute just because I'm not talking. How can a demonic cultivator like him compare to this Sword Immortal's Chosen Spiritual Weapon?"

Mengzhongjun laughed, his eyes becoming obsequious as he looked at Wuyou. "Oh my, I've finally met the Sword Immortal Wuyou. You can hear her thoughts? You're so powerful, how did you choose her as your master?"

"Get away from me, and don't look at me like that."

"Worry-Free Sword Immortal, I greatly admire you. May I ask you something?"

After listening to the two gossipy people chatting, Song Chunxue walked out of the courtyard and finally felt some peace and quiet.

The weather is bad today; it's gloomy and looks like it's going to snow.

Seeing a snowfall before leaving is a wonderful thing.

She meditated in her room for two hours, and when she went outside, she saw a thin layer of snow on the ground.

The moment you step on it, it makes a slight sound, and apart from the sound of snowflakes splashing on the ground, it's as quiet as if you're in a deserted place.

This feeling is especially pronounced when herding sheep in the mountains.

Just as she was about to enjoy the tranquility, Mengzhongjun ran over from afar.

“Someone came looking for you just now, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying, so I sent him back.” He pointed at Wuyou and said, “Mainly because I was scared by him.”

Song Chunxue looked at Wuyou.

"He was a man with a despicable mind, does Li Guangzheng still remember him?"

Song Chunxue looked disgusted. "Why didn't you scare him to death?"

“That man is about to die. I saw that he owes a lot of money and has difficulty walking. I guess he wants to borrow money from you for his coffin.”

"You can even tell that?"

"That's right, I'm almost at the Nascent Soul stage, are you underestimating me?"

Song Chunxue was too lazy to talk to him. "Find a room for yourself. I don't eat anything tonight."

Just drink tea and eat steamed buns.

"Give me a piece of bread, I was doing a good fast, but you insisted on giving me a bowl of glutinous rice, which made me..."

Seeing the pancakes in front of him, Mengzhongjun wisely shut up, saying, "I'll go start a fire and have some tea. You go about your business."

After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Oh right, I noticed someone around here just now. They shouldn't be ordinary people, but I didn't see them after looking around. I even used my divine sense to find them, so I guess they don't have any ill intentions towards you."

"Okay, I understand."

Mengzhongjun hesitated, "I don't want to sleep on the kang that Deng Kui slept on. How do I start a fire on other kangs? Can you teach me?"

"The kang (heated brick bed) hasn't been heated in six months. The first time you light it, it's all damp. Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"Alright, I'll go change two sheets. I brought my own blanket." Mengzhongjun waved his hand and said casually, "To be honest, the people in your village are quite interesting. Most of them are content with their lot, but there's one who's quite resentful, I think it's your son."

"What grievance?" The boss has a grievance.

"It's your fault, you kissed his own son, someone else, instead of him," Meng Zhongjun explained. "I'm not making this up, his name is Jiang Yeming, right? He just walked by on the back road."

Song Chunxue watched as tiny snowflakes fell onto the tiles, bounced up, and rolled off the eaves.

"I'll be right back."

"Take me with you!" Mengzhongjun leaped onto the wall. "I won't interfere."

I don't get involved, but I love watching the excitement.

"Wuyou, keep an eye on him. Kill him as soon as he leaves this courtyard!"