Chapter 1312 You've Let Go?

Song Chunxue, who was packing her luggage in her room, heard from her apprentice that Xie Zheng and Yun Zhongjun had gotten into a fight.

At first, Yun Zhongjun challenged Xie Zheng and beat him so badly that he couldn't get up for a long time...

Upon hearing this, Song Chunxue immediately stood up, only to find that Wuyou had already darted out first.

"Master." Changfeng had been waiting for his master's reaction, and everything was as he expected. "I'll take you there."

After a moment's thought, Song Chunxue decided that she should go and see for both emotional and rational reasons.

When she arrived at a pavilion outside the Taoist temple, she saw Xie Zheng sitting against a pillar, the blood at the corner of his mouth still wet, weakly clutching his chest.

Changfeng explained from behind, "Uncle Xie knew that he came to Liuyun Temple with the intention of taking Master's life, and now he has appeared here time and time again, trying to take you as his disciple, so he immediately attacked in anger."

“That’s right!” Changyun climbed up the slope in the distance and added sharply, “This old demonic cultivator not only injured Uncle Xie, but also threatened him. Master, he is a dream cultivator, always appearing and disappearing unpredictably, and none of us can get close to him.”

Song Chunxue sneered, "What if it's Uncle Han? Have you forgotten that Daoist Han is his master?"

Xie Zheng coughed twice and said in a weak voice, "Don't waste your breath on him, Master will be here soon."

Meng Zhongjun smiled smugly, then suddenly vanished like a puff of smoke, "Farewell!"

Wuyou, standing to the side, was poised to strike.

Song Chunxue gave the order, "Kill him."

Alright!

I had just finished chasing him around once, but Mengzhongjun thought he had gotten rid of Wuyou.

Sure enough, not long after, cries of agony and pleas for help came from the dense forest below the mountain, but everyone pretended not to hear them.

Song Chunxue was somewhat disgusted. She didn't know what kind of person Mengzhongjun was. He knew that Wuyou had broken his dream last time, but he still dared to come and provoke her today. Was he really not afraid of death?

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, Master Song, Hero Song, save me!"

Leave yourself a breath.

[I know, someone as prone to idiots as you can be kept around for amusement, especially since I know your interest in Dream Cultivation is growing.]

Hearing the commotion from Wuyou's side, Song Chunxue smiled, but when she suddenly met Xie Zheng's gaze, her smile gradually disappeared.

She knew very well that Xie Zheng now clearly distinguished right from wrong. He was so angry that he took action because he couldn't understand why she would chat and laugh with someone who wanted her life, and even leave room for future interactions.

Xie Zheng is still the same Xie Zheng, only now he has lost his emotional attachments and is more direct.

The only illogical thing is that after he learned about their past, his attitude towards her didn't seem...

This did not meet Song Chunxue's expectations.

These days, she misses Xie Zheng from before and often dreams of him.

Therefore, when Song Chunxue saw him during the day, she realized very clearly that he would not be coming back.

What is the point of someone who has lost all feeling for love trying to hold on to?

Although the idea was somewhat cruel, Song Chunxue wanted to ask Uncle Han if there was anything more thorough that could make Xie Zheng abandon such a strong sense of responsibility, let go of the emotional debts she had left behind, and focus on cultivation without any distractions.

Putting aside personal feelings, Song Chunxue genuinely believed that Xie Zheng's single-minded devotion to the Dao and his abandonment of worldly desires were the only way to live up to his fate.

So she helped the person up, intending to carry her back and have a proper talk with her.

Changfeng and Changyun were excited, exchanging more than a dozen glances, but there was also a sense of regret and disappointment.

For the master, losing his memory was like rubbing salt into his wounds.

"Master, what's wrong...?"

"You all stay here and keep an eye on Mengzhongjun when Wuyou stops. Make sure he doesn't get eaten by wild dogs," Song Chunxue instructed. "Huoxiang will definitely come back for him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Master Han had already carried the dying Meng Zhongjun to a rock in the distance.

Song Chunxue gestured to her two apprentices to take Xie Zheng to his room.

Changfeng and Changyun silently helped Xie Zheng leave.

"Uncle-Master".

"Hmm." Master Han held Meng Zhongjun in one hand, as if he were a rabbit, and looked at the demon in his hand. "Go easy on him next time. The Worry-Free Sword is meant to kill. If you kill it, how will people work for you in the future?"

Song Chunxue was somewhat surprised, "They all hold grudges, yet they'd still do things for me?"

"The most poisonous heart is a woman's... I thought you were a magnanimous person, speaking to me without holding a grudge. All I did was make your man vomit blood, and it was even bruised blood... and you wanted to kill me..."

In my dream, you were barely breathing, yet you vehemently protested.

Song Chunxue's voice was calm, "I'm not stupid. To still harbor illusions about someone who almost took my life, thinking that your sudden withdrawal of murderous intent and willingness to teach me skills is genuinely for my own good? Do you think you're Huo Xiang?"

Mengzhongjun groaned and moaned for a long time, "I...I'm much more innocent than Huoxiang, you...you...I'm just unlucky..."

The next moment, his head lolled to the side, and he lost consciousness.

Master Han looked at Xie Zheng and said, "Take care of this as soon as possible. Come with me to the capital tomorrow. I'll treat his injuries to prevent him from dying."

He is still useful.

Xie Zheng was somewhat surprised and became agitated, "Master, I won't go back... cough cough... I won't..."

“I’m the one who told you to go back,” Song Chunxue said, walking to the side. “Let’s talk in your room.”

A short while later, in Xie Zheng's room.

After taking his medicine, he leaned against the bed, staring at the peony pattern on the quilt without saying a word.

“It’s been almost two years. You are Xie Zheng, but not the Xie Zheng I know, so you don’t need to feel indebted to me. Go back to the capital and focus on your cultivation. We both know that this is the best choice.”

"I don't feel indebted, but rather I'm leaving room for maneuver."

"Don't worry, if you ever regain your memories, I will come to find you." She knew very well that it was hard to say whether the emotional threads would grow back, let alone regain her memories; it was simply a pipe dream.

Therefore, she has no intention of being complacent or expecting anything.

Xie Zheng looked up, his tone very certain, "You've already let it go."

"That's right." Although she was a little sad, she quickly suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and the mist that had just appeared in her eyes quickly dissipated.

“Junior brother, let’s meet at the summit.” Song Chunxue said sincerely with a smile, “My senior brother told me that you have now found the most suitable path of cultivation.”

"Okay." Xie Zheng looked at the determination in her eyes and sat far away, knowing that she was not lying or sad. "I will do as you wish."

Her heart skipped a beat, but it quickly disappeared.

"Um."

Qi Yun, standing outside the door, slightly curled his lips and vanished from the spot in a flash.

This time, Wuyou watched all of this silently, as quiet as a sword.