Chapter 651 Xie Lingyun's Mother

He Xiu pointed to the room next door, "My little apprentice is watching over things. Don't worry, nothing will happen..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Chunxue had already walked out of the house.

Worry-free jumped heavily on his forehead before leisurely flying out of the house.

"Hiss..." He Xiu cried out, clutching his head, "Why isn't this sword with such a spirit mine? I've wanted it since I was five years old!"

"..." Song Chunxue was speechless and amused. This person was too persistent, and his Dao heart was unstable.

They value material possessions more than their own lives.

She stepped into the room next door and saw two people wrestling on the ground like snakes.

Xie Zheng pressed down on the young Taoist's head, while the young Taoist clung to Xie Zheng's leg. The two were locked in a tense standoff, baring their teeth and grimacing at each other.

"Are you alright?" Xie Zheng instantly relaxed his grip. "Let go quickly, your master is in grave danger."

The young Taoist priest immediately released Xie Zheng, and a pupa jumped up from the ground, turned around and ran outside, shouting, "Master!"

Xie Zheng was dressed very well today. He wore a dark red cloak made of light silk. When he moved, the color of the folds and overlaps of the cloak was darker, giving it a cloud-like beauty.

But after being tied up like that, my clothes were covered in dust and grass clippings.

Are we inside or outside the city?

Song Chunxue went over to brush the dust off him and straighten his clothes.

"It's in an abandoned house in the city. Let's go back, the food will probably get cold." Xie Zheng opened his arms and let her help him tidy up, his gaze occasionally fixed on her eyes.

"Given the situation, why not just grab a bowl of noodles on the street?"

Xie Zheng was quite disappointed and very dissatisfied with the people who had kidnapped them.

"Are they here for you?"

Song Chunxue glanced at Wuyou beside her, "They came for him."

"He Xiu?"

"That's right, it's him."

Xie Zheng strode out, "Let's go settle the score with him!"

He went to the next room and kicked the person twice.

"You poisoned our food! What a despicable act! You led us away without a word, without eating or paying the bill. The owner of that restaurant knows Xie. You're ruining Xie's reputation. It's utterly hateful!"

As he spoke, he kicked He Xiu again, "Robbing others in broad daylight, you are unworthy of being a Taoist disciple!"

He Xiu remained silent.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after Xie Zheng kicked him several times to vent his anger.

"Sir, I've had the bill settled. However, I may need to visit Master Song's residence again in the future to inquire about his sword. I apologize in advance for any inconvenience this may cause."

"You..." Xie Zheng didn't expect that even at this point, he would still think of coming to see the sword. He was simply being a jerk.

Cheaper than a sword.

Wuyou floated to He Xiu's side again, jumped twice on his wound, causing the blood that had just stopped to seep through the white cloth again, before returning to Song Chunxue's hands with satisfaction.

Song Chunxue put the sword into her Qiankun bag. "Don't come out. Don't show off in front of outsiders anymore, and no one will have designs on you."

Xie Zheng kicked He Xiu again, then turned and left with Song Chunxue.

...

The next day, Xie Zheng went to invite his fourth and sixth brothers to go to the Chang family to ask for the divorce papers and dowry.

Everything went smoothly, and I returned around noon.

It is said that when Chang's mother returned home, she went crazy and made a scene. That night, she had an epileptic seizure. The Chang family hired someone to perform a ritual overnight to calm her down.

This morning, Chang Yunxuan started talking nonsense, repeatedly calling out "sister," and knelt on the ground in terror, kowtowing repeatedly. Even the monks who performed the ritual came to investigate.

In the end, the man cast a divination and said that those who should not be kept should not be kept, and those who should be released should be released. The vengeful spirits were seeking revenge, and it was feared that people would die.

The entire Chang family was in a state of panic and extremely busy.

Therefore, when Xie Zheng went there, Chang Jiang made Chang Yunxuan write a divorce agreement and also instructed two people to carry the dowry.

Some items hadn't been brought back yet, so Xie Lingyun sent her servants and maids to retrieve them, and Xie Zheng sent his guards as well, to prevent them from keeping any for themselves.

The matter at the Chang residence was resolved just like that. Xie Lingyun was both crying and laughing, saying that she would prepare a table of dishes to celebrate that evening.

Unexpectedly, Xie Lingyun's biological mother, Madam Yin, arrived in the evening.

There was also Yin's younger sister, Liu's aunt.

At that time, Song Chunxue was meditating in the room, her energy was surging.

She had a feeling that she was about to make a breakthrough in the next few days and was preparing to get rid of this feeling of being choked, but Liu Chun disturbed her.

"Xie Lingyun's mother has arrived?"

"Just let them reunite, why are you looking for me?"

At this crucial moment, she closed her eyes and said, "Get out. Don't bother me with dinner. This is a very important time."

Liu Chunshu lowered his voice, "But Madam Yin wants to meet you in person to thank you for your advice to Miss, which helped her escape her suffering."

"Just tell me I'm busy."

“But that would make you seem timid, as if you’re afraid to see her. I think you should go,” Liu Chunshu suggested in a low voice. “Just think of it as a way to prove ourselves. Dress up nicely so you don’t look out of place.”

Song Chunxue opened her eyes and looked at him, "You've thought of everything quite thoughtfully, you really care about the adults."

"Hehe, this is for your own good, otherwise they would think that we Northwesterners are poor, have never seen the world, and are timid and cowardly."

These words made Song Chunxue laugh out loud. "You're so young, yet you're so good at flattering people. Fine, I'll go."

Liu Chunshu laughed heartlessly, “Well, dress a little nicer. Although it’s fine to dress simply, after we’ve cultivated Taoism, our temperament is unique and otherworldly. But women need to look noble so that people won’t dare to underestimate us.”

Elegance?

expensive?

Song Chunxue did not object to Liu Chunshu's suggestion. She put her most expensive clothes and jewelry on her head and lightly applied pearl powder to her face.

Looking like a pale ghost, she rubbed it off and applied moisturizing oil to her face, making it appear less dry.

Upon arriving at Xie Lingyun's courtyard, Song Chunxue immediately spotted a middle-aged woman playing with two children. She was dressed in a muted blue embroidered gauze dress, which gave her an air of elegance and nobility from afar.

"Mother, Aunt Song is here." Xie Lingyun smiled and looked at Song Chunxue. "Aunt, this is my mother, and this is my Aunt Liu."

Madam Yin turned to look at Song Chunxue and was amazed by her tall and straight figure, like a pine tree.

She wore a light, plain silk dress, and her hair was adorned with a wooden hairpin and a pearl hairpin. Her simple yet elegant demeanor and her gait were no different from a man's, making her impossible to look away from.

Xie Zheng held the child and looked at Song Chunxue tenderly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that Yin Shi had never seen before.

Madam Yin couldn't help but laugh at him, "No wonder, you've suddenly become so insightful at this age. It turns out you've met someone you love. She's definitely different from us common girls. I feel happy just looking at her."

Xie Zheng turned his head. "When did I say you were just a common woman?"

Yin glared at him, then stepped forward and took Song Chunxue's hand.

"Don't be nervous. Xie Zheng and I haven't been friends for a long time. My praise is sincere." She pulled Song Chunxue down to sit and carefully examined her eyebrows and eyes. "Hmm, Lao Xie, I feel that you two are in jeopardy. You're not destined to be husband and wife."

Xie Zheng subconsciously looked at Song Chunxue, then turned his head to look elsewhere, but unexpectedly the epiphyllum flower came into view, and he felt a surge of irritation.

"Why do you say that?" he couldn't help but ask again.