Chapter 1310 You're not sulking anymore?

"Master Song, you've finally arrived! Please put me down."

Qingxuan was hanging upside down from a tall willow tree, swaying back and forth in the wind.

Upon seeing Song Chunxue, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior.

Song Chunxue remained expressionless.

Unlike yesterday's righteous indignation, today I look at him as if he were rotten wood and withered grass.

"If you hadn't used dirty tricks, would you still be hanging here?"

Her voice was cold and indifferent, "I have no right to put you down. You not only used dirty tricks on me, but you also provoked our entire Qingyun Temple."

She stood at a distance, watching his chapped lips, but made no offer to give him a pot of water.

He doesn't deserve it.

"I was too presumptuous. I actually thought that someone as ruthless as you, who could sever someone's emotional ties with a single blow, had no conscience or moral sense. I'm afraid you lack virtue and will fall into evil ways in the future."

Qingxuan spat out a curse, "Bullshit! You've already vented your anger back then. Our entire sect has nowhere to go, and we've been hiding for the past two years, being gossiped about behind our backs..."

"That's your own business, Qingxuan. From this day forward, we will never see each other again, and I will not cause you any more trouble. Someone will let you go, but I will not apologize for being hung here. Apologies are useless; otherwise, what would be the point of the Ten Kings of Hell?"

"If that's the case, the Book of Merit will probably only be filled with hungry ghosts and beasts, and the world will eventually be destroyed." She looked at him with cold eyes. "I was just being delusional before. I hope you'll take care of yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from sight.

Changfeng and Changyun stood at a distance, while Zhang Chengxuan remained hidden in the shadows, raising his hand to cut the rope.

Sure enough, someone came down from the foot of the mountain and took Qingxuan away.

Changfeng and Changyun watched Qingxuan leave in a disheveled state, filled with worry.

"Uncle-Master, would someone as petty as him really cause us trouble?"

"Yeah, right? You think someone as wicked as him would come here with ulterior motives?"

Zhang Chengxuan seemed to be deep in thought. “One must always be wary of others. Be extra vigilant lately and don’t go out alone. I have a feeling that things are about to change.”

Changfeng asked curiously, "Isn't Senior Uncle the most skilled in divination?"

"Thump!"

He got hit on the forehead.

“Because I am skilled in divination, I know that I cannot reveal heavenly secrets too often. Although I throw copper coins every morning, I no longer pry into other matters casually.” He said earnestly, “Your senior uncle is afraid of death and wants to live a few more years.”

Changfeng touched his forehead and nodded, "Yes, yes, that's the right way to think. It's only human nature to be afraid of death."

Upon entering the backyard, they were immediately greeted by the aroma of chicken soup, a strong smell of Sichuan peppercorns, and a pungent odor of garlic.

Most people who cultivate themselves no longer eat meat, but Song Chunxue is an exception.

If she wants to eat something, she'll have to try it all.

If anyone tries to persuade her, she'll turn around and say, "If you're so capable, why don't you quit drinking too?"

I can't win an argument, and I can't win a fight, so I'll just leave it at that.

Everyone is secretly feeling sorry for her.

Sigh, if she knew, she would definitely beat them all up.

Song Chunxue hates it most when others pity or sympathize with her.

Therefore, she has been avoiding them whenever she has the chance in the past two years.

Song Chunxue sat on a small stool, scooped up a long rice noodle from a bowl, dipped it in the fragrant sauce, and then bit one end of the noodle, stuffing it into her mouth inch by inch.

After chewing for a long time, it swallowed it with a "gulp," which made people's mouths water just by hearing it.

Looking at the bubbling chicken soup and meat dishes in the porcelain basin, Changyun ran to the kitchen to get a bowl.

“What are you standing there for? Eat if you want to,” Song Chunxue said, taking out several pairs of chopsticks. “What’s the use of swallowing your saliva? Only what you eat is yours.”

Xie Zheng took a bundle of firewood of the same length and placed it aside. He then picked up a bowl containing vinegar and sesame oil and poured a bowl of half-dried wide rice noodles into the pot.

"Senior brother, it's still half an hour before we have to eat, so it's fine to eat earlier today."

Zhang Chengxuan said in a serious tone, "You guys eat first, I'll eat when it's time."

"On my way here, I had someone slice a plate of lamb rolls for me at a roadside stall. If I'm late, they'll be gone."

That's one of the advantages of being in the dead of winter: the meat freezes, making it easy to slice very, very thinly.

"Chicken soup with mutton rolls?" Even though he said that, Zhang Chengxuan felt his mouth watering.

He should resist the urge; otherwise, all that Solomon's Seal he ate would have been wasted.

"Why not? Haven't you heard of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"

Although Song Chunxue had never eaten it before, she knew that it was a luxurious dish made by mixing together some rare delicacies from land and sea, and just hearing the name made her mouth water.

"Here you go, Uncle-Master, would you like some vinegar?" Changyun shoved a bowl into his hand, picked up a small bowl of wheat bran vinegar from the side, and poured some for him. "You don't know how fragrant this vinegar is. The aunt who makes the vinegar only sells ten catties a day, and I almost missed out."

"Uncle-Master, bring me the bowl." Xie Zheng scooped up a mouthful of chewy wide rice noodles. "This is delicious. I'm sure I've had it before."

"Of course, it's so delicious." Song Chunxue replied instinctively as she ate happily.

He regretted it as soon as he picked her up.

"You must have made me eat this," Xie Zheng asked while slurping his noodles. "Aren't you angry with me anymore?"

"..." Who's sulking? Who's sulking?!

P.S.: I've finished reading it, so I'll add a chapter.