Chapter 585 This matter is simple

Why did it come to this?

He's quite stubborn.

Song Chunxue puffed out her cheeks, really wanting to kill that donkey-faced man.

But it would dirty her hands.

"Have you no shame? We didn't say anything to you in the first place. I wouldn't stop you from eating shit, but you two not only gossiped about me, but you also hit me. How are you going to settle this score?"

Tu Dan'er wiped his nose in anger and pointed at Yu Wanqing and his apprentice, "If you two bastards win against our group today by making trouble, I will never cultivate Tao again. I'll disgust you to death!"

The Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder and gave Changfeng a wink.

Changfeng understood and looked at Yu Wanqing's apprentice.

"Dog Egg, you were in the wrong to begin with, yet you bullied Changyun. The Taoist priest retaliated with a punch, a kick, a slap, and an apology. Do you think you can manage that?"

Changyun bit her lip and looked up at Changfeng, her lips trembling as if she was about to cry.

"Huh? Your name is Gou Dan?" Tu Dan looked at the person Chang Feng had pulled up with a strange expression. "Didn't your master change your name?"

He suddenly felt some sympathy for his apprentice, Wan Qing.

"Your master is a real scoundrel! He's already taken you as his apprentice, but he won't even give you a nicer name. Has he been encouraging you to go to the kitchen for food these past few days?"

Changfeng gave Changyun a wink.

Changyun walked over and gently kicked him to the ground. "We're even now. Don't speak ill of the Taoist priest next time. It makes us uncomfortable. If you're so capable, go ahead and say it in private, but don't let us hear it."

After saying that, he looked at Changfeng and said, "Let's go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. You two can clean the outhouse yourselves."

Changfeng followed Changyun to the kitchen.

Dog Egg, who was sitting on the ground, got up and went towards the outhouse without saying a word.

Tu Dan'er glared at Yu Wanqing, "So the biggest villain is you, you're a real bastard."

After saying that, he turned and went to the front yard.

Song Chunxue and the Taoist priest exchanged a glance. This country bumpkin had found the crux of the problem in just a few words. Now it was up to them to see how thick-skinned Yu Wanqing was.

They left the courtyard one after another, went to the stable to fetch horses and tie up carriages, and went down the mountain to take care of the cook.

...

As soon as they came down the mountain, they saw Jiang Yehui, the second son, arresting people on the street.

He was dressed in government office clothes, holding a sword, and together with another person, he subdued the thug, but was thrown out.

The Taoist priest said gently, "If your son had even a fraction of your awareness and could calm his mind to cultivate, his future path would be much broader."

Does she have even a fraction of it?

Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "How old is he? I lived to be almost eighty in my previous life and I never had this awareness. It's very difficult for a young person to understand these things."

"It's actually very simple."

"Oh?" Song Chunxue turned her head. "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother."

“Show him your skills with your short sword in front of him, and I guarantee he’ll be completely convinced and bow down to you.”

But that sounds a bit too deliberate.

"We'll see. The second son is exceptionally stubborn. He usually doesn't listen to what I say. It's only good if he figures it out himself."

Besides, she felt that the second son was radiant with happiness lately and was probably too busy with love affairs to care about such matters.

Just then, the man who had been captured by the soldiers suddenly changed his expression and spat a flying needle into the neck of the second brother.

Song Chunxue happened to see it and, without thinking, threw a dart to block it.

"Clang~"

With a very soft sound, the deadly flying needle was knocked away and embedded diagonally into the face of the captured person.

"Tie him up!"

"There's something in his mouth. If you pry his mouth open, he's probably an enemy spy!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Several people hurriedly pinned the person to the ground, tied their hands behind their backs, and made them unable to struggle.

The second brother looked up and realized that the person who had just made the move was someone he knew.

He walked over quickly.

"Mother, Taoist priest, what brings you here? Did the Taoist priest save me just now?"

"It was your mother who saved her. She's quite skilled at throwing darts." The Taoist priest said kindly. "Your mother has been very capable lately, and her swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds. Several people are eager to become her disciples, but unfortunately, your mother won't agree."

The second son looked at Song Chunxue in surprise, finding it hard to connect such a story with his mother.

Although he knew that his mother was very different now than before.

But to say that people would scramble to become his disciples is an exaggeration.

However, he still smiled and looked at his mother, "Mother, congratulations! I didn't expect you to become so amazing. The mountain is indeed full of spiritual energy."

"It's alright, Senior Brother is too kind."

The second son smiled and pulled a small handful of pink cherries from his pocket. "I just bought these on the street. Mother, have a taste."

Song Chunxue smiled, "You're planning to buy it for that Miss Hu, right? When do you plan to have me take you to propose marriage?"

The second son blushed. "Wanying said she wanted to wait another six months. She felt anxious if they got married right away. I think she's right. Waiting another six months won't hurt. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

"You're young and impetuous, full of vigor and blood. Are you sure you can afford to wait?"

"..." The second son glanced at the Taoist priest subconsciously, his face turning as red as sorghum. "Mother, don't say that, I'm not..."

Never mind, he turned his face away.

“Mother, I have to go now. I’ll come to the mountain to find you when I want to propose marriage. Oh, and I’ll also come to the mountain to find you on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, which is my day off.” With that, the second son bowed to the Taoist priest. “Taoist priest, you are busy. I’m going to the yamen now.”

"Well, go ahead." The Taoist priest stroked his beard as he watched the second son run off into the distance. "You know what, your deceased husband must have been quite handsome. This second son, Sanwa, is very good-looking and looks a lot like you."

Song Chunxue glanced at him. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing, let's go find the fourth brother." The Taoist priest walked ahead.

Song Chunxue touched the short sword at her waist, letting the spirit of the weapon go for a stroll so it wouldn't run off with someone else.

She is now worried about Yu Wanqing.

Her martial uncle had specifically warned her to be careful of that person, which showed that he was not honest.

He even went out of his way to find Sanwa last time. If you piss him off today, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause.

She decided to go see Sanwa after she finished shopping.

The fourth brother was peeling scallions at the door, while Tian Qi was dozing off at the counter.

"Mother, you've arrived! Come in and sit down." When the fourth son saw Song Chunxue, his usually dull eyes lit up like lanterns.

"Mother, did you predict that my business hasn't been doing well lately, and came here especially to give me a lucky charm?" The fourth son took her arm and led her inside. "I haven't seen you and the Taoist priest for a long time, I miss them quite a bit."

Song Chunxue raised her hand and tapped his head. She envied the fourth brother's ability to speak his mind without any worries.

"Here, two cards. One for here, and one for at home. Place them in the wealth corner. Don't give me the wrong one."

The fourth son quickly bowed and clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Mother."

"You're all smooth talkers, always trying to make a living. But we've come to you today to ask for your help. There's a grand opening ceremony going on the mountain on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, and quite a few important people will be there to donate money for incense. We can't afford to neglect them, so we'd like to find some good cooks."

The fourth brother poured them some good tea. "That's easy. The Taoist temple was built by the Zhao family. The Zhao family has many properties in Jincheng. You can't go wrong by contacting them."

"Zhao Jian is upstairs. He's talking to a mysterious Taoist priest. You should go find him later."