Chapter 349 For some reason

Upon hearing Sanwa's voice, Song Chunxue's anger immediately subsided.

She staggered out, saying, "Okay, Sanwa, let's go home."

Once the words were out, years of pent-up anger and resentment poured out, and she felt completely refreshed.

She had no time to consider other people's feelings. At this moment, supported by Sanwa, all she wanted was to go back to her room and get a good night's sleep.

Despite trying to cultivate his mind and body, he ultimately couldn't hold back and vented his resentment, dissatisfaction, grievances, and anger.

She had never been able to stand the superficial peace and friendliness.

It would be more satisfying to expose his pretense.

"Sanwa, where's my wine?"

Before she knew it, she and Sanwa had walked out of the alley.

"Mom, it's at home. I'll go back and get it for you," Sanwa said in a hoarse voice. "We'll be home soon."

As she walked, she suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Even though the light was dim and the surroundings were shrouded in gray, Song Chunxue recognized him at a glance.

"Senior brother?" Song Chunxue laughed. "You're too clever. Is there nothing that can escape your grasp? You can calculate everything with just two fingers?"

She staggered a few steps before realizing how heavy her head was.

"I lost my temper in front of the kids just now, but I felt good yelling. Nobody believes I had a past life... Ugh..."

The Taoist priest walked up to her and took her arm.

"Taoist Master," Sanwa looked at him, "was my mother talking nonsense or was it true?"

The Taoist priest chuckled, "Your mother is drunk and talking nonsense, don't take it seriously. Go to the kitchen and boil some water to make some honey water to help her sober up, otherwise she'll have a headache tomorrow morning."

How much did she drink?

After a moment's thought, Sanwa replied, "One and a half pots."

"Senior brother, I didn't drink much, I'm not drunk, it's just that this anger has been bottled up inside me for decades, I..."

The Taoist priest raised his hand to cover her mouth and turned to look at Sanwa.

"Alright, your older brother's family is here, right? I just gave them a piece of my mind. We need to settle them in properly tonight. Go and pick them up and let them stay here. I'll take your mother up the mountain. She's talking nonsense, so I'll give her a couple of acupuncture treatments."

After saying that, the Taoist priest bent down and carried Song Chunxue on his shoulder.

"Go ahead and get busy, get some rest."

Sanwa nodded, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Taoist Master."

The Taoist priest hummed in agreement, then turned and carried Song Chunxue into the night.

Song Chunxue originally felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but now she felt as if she were in a carriage, swaying back and forth, with a faint smell of incense lingering in her nostrils, and thought she was still on the way to Liangzhou City with her senior brother.

She felt a sense of lightness throughout her body, and, free from all distractions, drifted off to sleep peacefully.

She was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night and found that the kang (a heated brick bed) was too hard, making her hips hurt.

She was initially a little scared, but the faint, indescribable smell in the room brought her back to her senses.

She sat up, feeling the urge to urinate, but found there was no chamber pot on the floor.

What are you looking for?

The sudden sound sent chills down Song Chunxue's spine.

She rubbed her dizzy head and looked closely; there was a person sitting cross-legged on the armchair.

"Senior brother?"

Her voice didn't sound like her own, and the room felt colder than her own.

"Could I be in your Taoist temple?"

"Are you meditating there because you're worried I've drunk too much and will fall off the kang (heated brick bed) and knock myself unconscious?"

The Taoist priest stood up, picked up the teapot beside him, and poured a bowl of honey tea. "Drink some water first, then I'll take you to the outhouse."

In the pitch black, Song Chunxue didn't know why she could see, and she drank three large bowls in one go.

She doesn't visit this Taoist temple often, and indeed, she hasn't used the outhouse here yet.

Who knew that she would grab her senior brother's sleeve and stagger out of the Taoist temple, only to be led to a wasteland.

The senior student pointed to the weeds and said, "Take care of it here. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Song Chunxue sobered up considerably. "Why did you run so far to the outhouse in the middle of the night?"

"I don't go to the toilet at night. Only people with kidney problems get up at night."

"and you……"

“Then I’ll run up the mountain and bury it with soil, so I don’t have to clean the outhouse and carry out the excrement. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.”

Upon hearing this last sentence, he involuntarily frowned, as if this matter were extremely serious.

Song Chunxue could understand. After all, he used to be a rich young master. Presumably, when he arrived at the Taoist temple, his master protected him and never made him do such chores.

Let's just say that my senior brother has an air of nobility about him.

In both her past and present lives, Song Chunxue has to scoop out manure herself.

Seeing her senior brother walk down the terraced fields, Song Chunxue quickly finished her important business and ran down the ridge.

She walked ahead of her senior brother, looked up at the sky, and saw countless stars twinkling, but no moon.

But what she saw was just like under the moonlight of a 12 or 13 o'clock moon – not so bright, not so dark, and without shadows.

"Senior brother, there's no moon tonight, so why is it so bright?"

She couldn't help but wonder if she was just drunk; it was almost dawn.

"Because your cultivation level has increased, you can naturally see at night; you just haven't noticed it yet." The senior brother pointed to the Big Dipper. "Look, isn't it bright?"

Song Chunxue stopped in her tracks, the mountain breeze rustling through the trees. "Hmm, it's very bright, even brighter than when I was a child."

"So what realm am I at now? Senior brother, would you like to teach me how to fly on a sword? You're sure you can," Song Chunxue looked at him expectantly, "but you're afraid of scaring ordinary people, so you never show it to anyone?"

The Taoist priest turned around and locked the door, saying calmly, "It's still early; you can't learn it yet."

Song Chunxue wanted to ask more, but her senior brother turned and walked towards his room, saying, "Now that you're sober, I'll go back to my room to rest."

"I haven't asked my senior brother why he brought me back. Isn't it because of some fortuitous opportunity that he wants to teach me even more powerful skills?"

The Taoist priest turned around, his tone rather helpless, "I was afraid you would talk nonsense and cause Sanwa and the others to have all sorts of wild thoughts. I was afraid you would keep talking about your past lives and such, so I had no choice but to bring you here."

Song Chunxue rubbed her forehead. "I misspoke after drinking. I won't do it again. Go to sleep, Senior Brother."

She felt extremely dizzy and lightheaded. After entering the room, she closed the door and went straight to the kang (a heated brick bed).

Although the kang (heated brick bed) is a bit hard, the quilt is quite soft.

The Taoist priest in the courtyard remained standing in the same spot, staring at the tightly closed door. Only after hearing no sound of someone falling inside did he turn around slightly.

He looked up at the sky, where the Milky Way shone brightly.

Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless.

They are but a drop in the ocean; a hundred years or so is as fleeting as a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

From the moment he descended the mountain to travel, he never imagined that he would stay for someone for three years.

To her, her junior brother was a benefactor, a friend, a source of wealth, a burden, and a source of longing...

Junior brother is a promising cultivator, but he is also the most rustic person he has ever met. That is the purest and most desirable quality of a farmer that he once longed for.

After meeting his junior brother, he was pulled from the Yin-Yang messenger who could freely travel between the three realms into the mortal world, and his feet touched the ground.

He wanted to take his junior brother to pay respects to their master, but his junior brother was too burdened by worldly ties, and he could not wait any longer.

But the mountain breeze, the copper bells in the temple, the streets, the apricot blossoms and the apricot wine, and even the fermented rice from his junior brother's house all made him reluctant to leave.

He wanted to write to his master to ask why, but he was afraid that the old man would laugh at him.

Suddenly, he leaped up onto the wall and flew towards Jincheng on his sword.