Chapter 1337 Something's Wrong

Until he calmed down, and then fled in panic.

Watching that unsteady figure hurriedly run out of the yard, even getting his shoulder scraped by the door frame, Song Chunxue's eyes showed almost no emotion.

But her inability to resist stepping out of the room and trying to chase after them betrayed her true feelings.

After a long while, she took a deep breath to calm herself, closed her eyes, raised her chin, and stood there like a wooden statue for nearly fifteen minutes.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes, her expression unchanged, calm and undisturbed.

The weather is nice today, perfect for going out and soaking up some life on the streets.

She still had the face towel that Master Han had given her. Wearing it, she became the most inconspicuous man in the crowd. She picked up a basket and planned to buy some mountain products from the locals.

Although the mountains here are steep, they are much more prosperous than the dried-up Li Family Village.

After all, water benefits all things; without water, everything can be created.

She knew that in the warmer areas down the mountain, some people had already grown lush green cabbages, supposedly in their open-air houses.

During the day, the vegetables are allowed to bask in the sun, and at night, they are covered with straw mats on the roof. With meticulous care, they won't freeze to death. Only a few people would spend a lot of money to buy them.

She suddenly wanted to eat a few today, but she didn't buy many, just three.

In a few days, it will be time for spring planting.

She will only come down the mountain after she has planted crops and a vegetable garden.

The mountains are desolate, and time seems to move slowly, but she never slacks off.

Now that there's a plan, the saplings that have been dormant for many years seem to be turning into little birds, ready to take flight.

Unfortunately, it wasn't cooked long enough and couldn't fly.

She didn't intend to live out her days alone in the mountains. The twenty-year period had passed, and she had many things to settle.

The first thing I did was to quietly check on each of the children to see how they were doing.

The second thing was to send some things to my fourth sister.

Third, she was going to the capital.

For the past five years, her master has been constantly admonishing her not to be too rigid in her ways and turn herself into a boring old woman.

She didn't want to become a rigid old woman.

From the messages her senior had brought her over the years, she finally understood something.

That Daoist Qingxuan must have embarked on the path of evil cultivation.

In the past twenty years, more than twenty righteous disciples with profound cultivation have had their love affairs broken off, just like Xie Zheng.

However, none of them were as lucky as Xie Zheng, nor did they have a powerful master like Master Han to protect them. They eventually became puppets of the evil cultivation world, and became increasingly difficult to deal with.

For the past twenty years, Master Han has never left the capital; he has been dealing with that group of people.

It took twenty years to hone this skill.

In this remote, deserted mountain, she was often overwhelmed by surging pain in the dead of night. What sustained her, besides her Daoist heart, was the desire to eradicate evil cultivators and eliminate those ruthless evil seeds.

A month and a half later, with everything arranged, she locked the small courtyard gate, put on a raincoat, and walked into the misty rain.

On the planned day, even if it's raining knives, she will set off on time.

Twenty years seem to have made her even more stubborn.

But she liked it very much.

She wore a dark blue men's outfit that she had sewn herself, with twilight purple patterns embroidered on her wrists and collar. Her jet-black hair was tied back, and she wore men's boots that tightly wrapped around her calves and waist, making her feel full of masculinity. Even her senior brothers would think she was a man.

She used a trick to conceal the Overlord Sword, wrapping it in black cloth and carrying it on her back. She traveled by carriage, completing her mission at a leisurely pace.

Although she didn't issue an ultimatum, no one could stop her.

If she couldn't pass through that city gate invisibly after twenty years, then all her training would have been in vain.

So, half a month later, she traveled to the capital by carriage.

Along the way, she squeezed into the carriage with other travelers, acting like a talkative middle-aged man. When asked about it, she would take out the Overlord sword to show them, laughing and saying that it was a sword she had spent money on to get married, and that she would be a bachelor from now on, so she might as well travel the world and tell lies.

At first, he would stutter when he struck up a conversation with someone, but after a few days he could talk nonsense without batting an eye and make even casual acquaintances very happy.

Since they are ultimately just passing through, saying some nice things and leaving them with the impression of a dashing swordsman is a good thing.

"Goodbye, my friend. Thank you for the honey."

In front of the carriage outside the capital, a six-year-old girl waved to him repeatedly, while her other hand was held by her mother, and she smiled and spoke to her.

"Great hero, if no one can be your wife in the future, I will be your wife!"

"Smack!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the child was slapped.

"What nonsense are you spouting, young lady? You're going to marry your cousin. If you keep this up, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Song Chunxue took a few steps forward, but stopped abruptly when she met the woman's vicious glare.

My heart feels like a pot of eight-treasure porridge bubbling away, filled with all sorts of emotions.

She understood that girl, just like when she was young, she had met a talkative man and thought about marrying him.

That wasn't a lack of self-restraint or shame, but rather the kindness of an innocent child.

She thought that marrying a kind man who wasn't as good as others would be a happy thing.

Why did you hit her?

She quietly slipped a few candies into her arms.

"oops!"

I accidentally bumped into the front tooth of the person next to me.

"you……"

Song Chunxue's eyes widened. Oh no, she had run into a fellow practitioner, and the fragrance of his spirit incense was very strong.

"I'm sorry, I am..."

"Fellow Daoist, may I have a word with you in private?" The man before her flicked his whisk, narrowed his eyes, and stared straight at her.

She felt slightly dizzy, and the next moment she saw him extend three fingers toward her wrist.

Want to take your pulse?

"Slap." She flicked her wrist, using her inner energy to slap his hand away, and smiled slightly. "Fellow Daoist, you've been too impetuous. Why don't you come to the tavern up ahead for a drink and a chat? I'm new to the capital and don't know anyone here..."

"I don't drink." The man in front of her was plain-looking, so plain that she could hardly remember what his face looked like.

This is bad; it seems we've met our match.