Chapter 1334 Hehe

This incense was brought back from Myanmar by Han Mo and Qi Yun; it's very precious.

Song Chunxue didn't take it to heart. "I'm practicing asceticism, not asceticism. What's wrong with enjoying myself a little?"

"Hmm, very good. Your Dao heart is more stable than mine. Senior brother is envious," Zhang Chengxuan said.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Uncle Master." Changyun tilted his head back and sniffed, thinking to himself how useless he was.

Zhang Chengxuan sat on a low stool, broke off dry tree branches and stuffed them into the stove. Before long, steam began to rise from the pot.

Looking around, Changyun couldn't help but sigh, "Master, I'm quite envious of you. You live a life like you're in a paradise, doing everything yourself. No wonder you don't want to go down the mountain."

"Right, I think so too." Song Chunxue smiled and scooped a few spoonfuls of honey from the porcelain jar and put them into the porcelain jar for brewing tea.

Over the years, she rarely got up early to make soup, but she almost always had a pot of tea in the morning; if she didn't drink it, she would feel groggy all day.

She placed the teaware on a tray and handed it to Changyun, saying, "Go and start a fire to brew the tea. I'll make some pancakes for you, they'll be ready soon."

Changyun wanted to talk to his master, but turned around and smiled shyly, "Uncle-Master, please go and make some tea. I want to talk to Master."

Zhang Chengxuan scooped up some hot water, raised his chin, and said, "Take it to the main room first, I'll go make tea soon."

He thought to himself, "Changfeng is now a master himself. In the eyes of the young disciples of Qingshan Temple, he is the most steady and dignified Taoist priest."

But with Song Chunxue, he cried even more than those mischievous boys who had just entered the mountain gate.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly; to be honest, he was quite envious of others.

Why does it seem like everyone else is becoming more and more interesting, while he's becoming more and more old-fashioned?

Is it because I worry too much?

However, his real intention in coming here was to take his junior brother down the mountain for a walk.

Firstly, his junior brother's cultivation has definitely improved faster than his over the years, and he was very arrogant when someone came to Qingshan to watch the duel.

As an elder on the mountain, he always wanted to give the children more confidence.

With their junior brother around, they can not only win, but also have a moment of glory.

Secondly, Sanwa has run into some trouble. If she doesn't go now, she'll probably only have a mental burden when she finds out later.

But now he doesn't dare to say it directly.

He noticed that his junior sister had thick calluses on the area where she held the sword, showing that she had been very hard on herself over the years, in addition to living her life diligently.

Furthermore, he had another plan, which he dared not reveal.

After having morning tea, Song Chunxue picked up a shovel and went out.

"Where is Master going? I'll go with you."

"Go shovel the snow, or you'll ruin the roads." Seeing him jumping around excitedly, Song Chunxue knew she couldn't get rid of him. "Then bring the broom and follow me to sweep it clean."

Zhang Chengxuan watched as the master and apprentice walked along the path into the fields, then turned and entered the courtyard.

"Knock knock knock".

He tapped on the table and saw Wuyou come down from the shelf.

"Trying to ask me questions?" Wuyou whistled, sounding like he was full of mischief. "Master Zhang, what kind of trick are you up to now?"

Zhang Chengxuan lowered his head and chuckled, "Do you think I have as many tricks up my sleeve as you?"

"Your forehead looks a bit large. Are you looking for a hair growth formula?"

“…” Zhang Chengxuan took out his whisk and tapped him, gritting his teeth as he said, “I have my own!”

"But your junior brother's method is more effective. Just look at her frizzy, messy hair. If I had a brain, I would be extremely envious and wish I could go home and try it right away."

"..." Don't get angry, don't get angry. Don't argue with a sword. It'll make him seem like he's going back to his old ways.

"Then tell me, stop beating around the bush." ​​Zhang Chengxuan lowered his voice. "Actually, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with. If my junior brother doesn't come down the mountain this time, could you secretly come down with me?"

If Wuyou had eyes, Zhang Chengxuan thought that Wuyou's eyes would be darting around right now.

"Hmm...okay, but this sword immortal has one condition." Wuyou's tone was flippant and arrogant.

"explain."

"Hehe." Wuyou leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

Zhang Chengxuan stepped aside, looking at him in disbelief.

"Aren't you afraid she'll throw it away?" Zhang Chengxuan immediately denied it. "Good luck to you. I don't necessarily need to lend it to you. After all, my Cangyun Sword is no less powerful than yours."

Wuyou grinned slyly, "Then you can have Cangyun become my wife, and the previous conditions can be null and void."