Chapter 583 Not Full

Feeling unwell, Song Chunxue crossed her arms and looked at Xie Zheng.

But the next moment, the hilt of the short sword brushed against her cheek.

Song Chunxue was stunned. Holy crap, was this guy trying to charm her?

For Xie Zheng?

It has to be said that this trick worked quite well; the knot in her heart was instantly smoothed out.

A smile appeared on her face as she glanced at the short sword and raised her hand to let it lie in her palm.

"I wonder if Junior Brother has thought of a name for him yet?"

Xie Zheng looked at the Taoist priest and said, "I haven't decided yet. I'll think about it carefully when I get back. After all, this is no ordinary sword."

Song Chunxue tapped the sword with her index finger. "I think we should call it Red Apricot."

A red apricot branch peeks over the wall; that suits him quite well.

Blade & Soul shouldn't have a gender distinction. Song Chunxue also likes Red Apricot. Red Apricot isn't much worse than Red Peach. Except for its small size, it's a treasure from head to toe.

"no!"

"no."

The Taoist priest and the association unanimously disagreed with the name, which was both vulgar and lacked power.

It's a magical weapon, not just an ordinary sword for a girl.

To Song Chunxue's surprise, the short sword also floated to her eyes and gently shook its head.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously." It seems this name is really inappropriate and doesn't match his strength. Song Chunxue put the sword into her Qiankun bag. "Then let Lord Xie think about it slowly and tell me when he's done."

With that, she lightly leaped up and stood on the sword in the next moment, quickly affixing an invisibility talisman to herself.

"Thank you for your busy schedule, Lord Xie. I'll go back to practice my sword first. Don't worry, the worst thing in sword practice is to be impatient for quick success. I'm going back to calm my mind. But we might come to your house for a meal again, please don't mind."

Lord Xie watched her fly on her sword and felt a deep envy.

"How could that be? I'm always ready to welcome you. It's no fun with just Xie Dong and me. I hope you two senior brothers will come often. I'll certainly treat you to a warm welcome."

Song Chunxue smiled and turned to fly towards Wuquan Mountain.

The Taoist priest shook his head. "She's been a bit too diligent lately, and she's also very serious. She didn't understand the moves her master taught her and fell down dozens of times, which made her feel uncomfortable. I brought her down here to get some fresh air."

"If only she had used that recklessness when she was younger, had fewer children and less toil, she would have had an easier time back then."

The Taoist priest felt that these words should not have come from him. As a Taoist practitioner, he understood that some things were destined from the day of birth and could not be changed.

Moreover, if my junior brother hadn't suffered so much and resented it, he wouldn't be able to escape the sea of ​​suffering today and cultivate the Tao so diligently and tirelessly.

“Actually, having more children isn’t a big deal. Five children would be so lively. It might be a bit tough, but seeing her go down the mountain and visit her sons’ homes is nice.” Xie Zheng looked in the direction of Kyoto and sighed, “Unlike me, who is so lonely and desolate.”

The Taoist priest understood that he was missing his beloved daughter.

“That’s easy. You’re my junior brother now. Whenever you want to go to the capital to see how your daughter is doing, it’s only a half-hour flight on your sword. Just let me know.”

Xie Zheng shook his head, "Senior brother, don't lie to me. You can't fly on your swords whenever you want, so you can't go there often. I'll go to the capital to see her next year. As I get older, I always want to go back to the place where I grew up."

"Yes, that makes sense."

"Oh, by the way, senior brother," Xie Zheng said in a low voice, "I heard that after you went to Liangzhou, you set fire to the enemy's stronghold, burning all their food supplies and causing them to lose several thousand men. They were so frightened that they broke camp overnight and retreated to the grasslands dozens of kilometers away. Is this true?"

The Taoist priest nodded, "It's true."

Xie Zheng clapped his hands, then put them behind his back and paced back and forth on the ground with great enthusiasm.

Xie Dong, who was standing not far away, was also excited and nodded repeatedly with a smile.

"When can I be like her?"

The Taoist priest remained expressionless. "It's hard to say. She has that kind of drive that I couldn't learn when I was young. To be honest, after seeing her take that short sword two years ago, I was very pleased that she could become a qualified swordsman within ten years."

Indeed, Xie Zheng thought he could endure hardship all these years, often swallowing his bitterness, but in front of Song Chunxue, what did his hardships amount to?

Besides, he has official duties to attend to and so many things to handle at the yamen. He often goes straight to sleep after dinner when he gets home. He would be content if he could go out without being robbed by thugs ten years from now.

...

After studying with her master for half a month, Song Chunxue gradually stopped falling and her mind became much more stable.

Having someone teach her makes things faster; she can quickly correct any mistakes in her movements.

To express her gratitude, she would stew chicken for her master and serve him wine every other day.

Here, her master saw the tray she brought and patted the white tiger's head while laughing, "Don't send any more in the future. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. I'll give you some pointers every now and then. Don't feel embarrassed. You're much more self-aware than Yunqing was back then."

Song Chunxue wondered, "Did my senior brother also slack off back then?"

"By the way, be careful of Yu Wanqing, who came from out of town, these days. He's always sneaking around the area. The eighth day of the sixth lunar month is just around the corner, and the consecration ceremony is imminent. If you don't like seeing people, you can keep an eye on his movements. I'm worried that his motives are not pure."

Yu Wanqing?

Did he really come to the mountain?

These days, she's been busy with her spiritual practice and hasn't spent much time at the temple, leaving early and returning late.

"Yes, Uncle-Master, I will definitely keep a close eye on him. That person is wicked; he even steals the chicken leg from the back of his back. He is definitely not a good person."

The uncle smiled slightly and said, "Alright, go ahead and get busy. Come down the mountain in a few days; there's good news for your family."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle-Master."

Mulan is about to give birth, and her second son's marriage is in the works, which is naturally a joyous occasion.

She had just come out of her uncle's room with a tray when her senior brother, carrying two bowls of chicken blood noodles and a plate of stir-fried vegetables, stood at the gate of the courtyard on her side.

"Here, the soup will be gone if you don't eat it now."

Seeing that there was only one pair of chopsticks on his tray, Song Chunxue asked curiously, "What about you, senior brother?"

"I've already eaten. There's no more noodles in the kitchen. Tu Dan'er didn't make much." He lowered his voice, as if he was being careful around someone.

Song Chunxue looked at the room furthest away and thought to herself that this courtyard was inhabited by someone that no one liked.

Fortunately, there is another small courtyard behind this courtyard, which is specially prepared for pilgrims who stay overnight.

It can separate family members.

"Let's go to my room and talk for a while. I have something to ask my senior brother." With that, she turned and walked towards her own courtyard.

The Taoist priest pondered for a moment and then followed behind her.

Song Chunxue placed the noodles on the table, and pushed one of the bowls in front of her senior brother.

“Senior brother, please eat,” she said, getting up and taking a pair of bamboo chopsticks from a box beside her. “I know you’re not full.”

These past two days, my senior brother has been busy coming and going. Many people have come to visit him, and he and his three children have been welcoming and seeing them off. She, who prefers a quiet life, cannot let her senior brother go hungry.

"Junior brother, you eat. I've had some. I'll have two steamed buns later." The Taoist priest tapped the table. "Speaking of which, we need a general helper and a cook. Is the person you mentioned still coming?"