Chapter 1352 Fleeing in Disarray...

What's wrong with them?

Although he knew Qi Yun's ambiguous desire to befriend her, it was his divine sense that recognized her as an old friend.

But he didn't realize it himself.

Forget it, Qi Yun is different from Master Han. He can't be considered a demon cultivator with profound Taoist skills. If the righteous and evil factions fight, they might become enemies.

Now that she's started over with a new identity, she refuses to believe she can't get rid of that annoying, foolish apprentice.

On her way to buy wine, she ran into the Taoist priest of Lonely Mountain again.

"What a coincidence, junior brother, you're here to get wine too." He greeted him warmly, lowering his voice, "You heard the rumors too?"

"What's going on?" Song Chunxue looked at the wine seller as he filled her wine gourd, with two more jars of wine at her feet.

"That evil cultivator has been lurking around the area; he's said to be injured."

"Hmm." Song Chunxue handed him a small wine jar. "Come on, let's talk in detail."

"Hey, thank you." Master Gushan chuckled softly, "Master Qiutian is very generous."

It's just a jar of wine.

“I heard there’s a cave here that’s very hard to find,” sighed Daoist Gushan. “We’ve lost twenty or thirty fellow Daoists, and we still haven’t figured out where the entrance is. There are also more than twenty fellow Daoists who have disappeared in the vicinity.”

Song Chunxue nodded; it seemed this matter was rather tricky.

If it were that easy, Master Han would have wiped them all out long ago.

"So what are we waiting for now?"

"We'll wait for the bigwigs above to set up a plan to lure them out. If we can help, we will; if not, we'll just watch the show."

Watching the show?

This is probably the most insidious form of evil cultivation.

She certainly can't take any more risks.

Even if you can't help, you should still lend a hand.

Did you come alone?

"Hmm," Master Gushan pointed to the three-story restaurant diagonally opposite, which looked like the residence of a wealthy family, "Several unfathomable people came there yesterday. Their willingness to step forward is a blessing to the entire cultivation world."

When will they act?

"It could take three to five days, or even more than a month." Seeing that she had changed into darker clothes, the Taoist priest of Gushan couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you see the person you were worried about?"

"Huh?" Song Chunxue asked in surprise.

He smiled and leisurely stroked his beard.

“I am most skilled at physiognomy. If Junior Brother Akita has no worries in his heart and no support for you, your cultivation may be far behind.” He turned to look at the tall and majestic mountain. “People say that if you let go of your worries, you will be free from worldly desires. But it is precisely that one thing that you cannot let go of that can drive you to go further.”

Perhaps," Song Chunxue picked up the wine jar and said, "Let's go."

"Sigh, won't you invite me in for a chat?" Master Gushan didn't hide his feelings, "My stomach is empty today."

Hey, that's quite tactful.

"Would you like eggplant over rice?"

"good!"

But the Taoist priest of Gushan was puzzled: where did eggplants come from in this season?

When he arrived at the restaurant, he realized that dried eggplant could be stored for so long. How come he had never eaten it before?

"Mmm, this braised eggplant is delicious," Master Gushan praised.

After the meal, Song Chunxue learned that Daoist Gushan planned to sleep in a tree that night, so she asked him for a private room.

"There's no need, I'm..."

"I know you're tough, but the weather hasn't really warmed up yet, so stop being an owl."

Just as the Taoist priest was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck and subconsciously turned around to look behind him.

"I want to stay here too, Master Song. I don't have any money with me." Qi Yun walked calmly between them and knocked on the wooden table. "I want a superior room."

"Don't you have a thatched hut across the street?" Song Chunxue ignored him. "Bring me a pot of tea."

As I climbed the steps, a cool voice came from behind me, "Is he your new lover?"

With her back to him, Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow.

Don't you like youthful appearances?

Who exactly is he?

"Or is it that you've developed a liking for pickled vegetables after growing them on the mountain all these years?"

Master Gushan's beard twitched repeatedly. "Hey, hey, hey, can you please not drag me into your argument? I may be an old hand, but I don't like hearing people say that to me."

This situation made Song Chunxue quite irritable.

How old are you? Is this funny?

Even if she has her eye on the old pickled vegetables... even if the person in front of her is Xie Zheng, hasn't he crossed the line?

She stared straight at the person in front of her, "Qi Yun?"

The man paused for a moment, then stiffened his neck and refused to look away.

Yes.

She asked in a serious tone, "So, what do you want to say?"

"..."

The person, who had seemed quite reasonable, suddenly lost confidence.

"It's nothing, I just..." Qi Yun forced a smile, "I just said it casually, well, Qingge is at another inn, I went to the wrong one."

He nodded to Song Chunxue, then fled in panic.

The Taoist priest from Gushan darted around with his eyes darting back and forth. "Who is he?"