Chapter 714 Worry-Free is Back

Who is it? Do we know each other?

Jiang Hongying seemed to have heard something exciting, "How old is he? Where is he from?"

As she continued asking questions, Jiang Hongying sensed something was amiss.

"Mother, you're lying to me, aren't you? You're a cultivator, always so busy you barely have time to breathe. How could you possibly have time to see your lover?"

Jiang Hongying realized what was going on and said it made sense: "Unless it's someone she knows well, Mother would never be attracted to someone she doesn't know."

"..." Although Hongying is quite smart, something sounds strange about her.

"No, I was just kidding."

“Hongying, I will be going to Jincheng in a few days. Things are not very peaceful lately. You should move here and store your grain here. I will also take my donkey to the backyard to keep it.”

Jiang Hongying looked at her with concern, her voice low and gentle, "Wasn't Mother supposed to stay for a month? Why are you leaving so soon?"

“Your younger brothers don’t know I’m back yet. I’m afraid they’ll worry. Besides, I don’t know if Mulan’s mother’s situation has been resolved. Since I promised her, I should help her to the end.”

“That’s true,” Jiang Hongying sighed. “Then Mother should stay in Jincheng and not think about running around for the time being. I heard things have gotten chaotic again recently.”

These were words she used to say to her children, but now they've become her children's instructions to her.

Song Chunxue thought to herself, "Sure enough, people who don't like to jump around are worrisome, while those who do are free and unrestrained."

"I know, I'm very skilled, don't worry."

Song Chunxue gave some other instructions, and the mother and daughter chatted for a long time.

She went to Mei Yang again to ask about the progress of the clothes.

Knowing that they might leave at any time, Mei Yang asked several embroiderers to put the other clothes aside and hurry up and finish sewing for the Taoist priests. After they finished eating, they gathered together to sew the sleeves.

Even now, Mei Yang still feels a chill on the back of her neck when she thinks of Master Han.

He shuddered and hissed, "Don't say it, don't say it. I'm afraid he's all-powerful and will hear us talking about him. It would be my honor to see it with my own eyes, but I will never tell anyone else."

“You should cultivate yourself well. You’re only in your forties. When you’re eighty or ninety, we’ll be almost ashes. You can still sweep my grave during Qingming Festival. Then you can tell me more interesting stories.”

He shook his head. "It's better to live longer. By then, you'll probably have great-great-grandchildren."

Song Chunxue chuckled; that was true.

"Oh, by the way, I'll give you something. It might come in handy when you want to do *that* with Lord Xie."

"roll!"

“Hey, don’t be angry, I’m serious. We’ve known each other for a while now, and I bet you haven’t told anyone else about this. Of all the people you know, I’m the most unscrupulous one, yet I still managed to get my hands on this stuff,” Mei Yang tossed her a box. “A brother of mine said it works really well, you should give it a try.”

"you……"

"Alright, I know you're embarrassed. Go on, go on. Just curse in your heart and that's enough. I'll go make some tea to serve the guests." Mei Yang pushed her out the door. "You'll thank me in the future."

"..." Afraid of being seen, Song Chunxue quickly tucked a small wooden box into her bosom.

...

That night, something suddenly broke through the window and entered.

"Smack!"

Song Chunxue immediately jumped out of bed, drew her sword, and wanted to confront him.

"Buzz~"

The carefree sword, which had been missing for more than a month, had actually returned.

Seeing her holding the sword, its blade trembling slightly, as if expressing his displeasure.

“You’re back,” Song Chunxue sheathed her longsword, reached out and got off the bed, took Wuyou in her hand, and gently stroked the blade. “Did you come back by yourself, or did you come back with him?”

"Did he return to Jincheng?"

Wuyou didn't move, lying tightly in her palm.

What's that noise?

"Junior brother, are you alright?"

"Knock knock knock!"

The arrival of the Worry-Free Sword startled the other three Taoist priests in the courtyard. They all came out of their rooms and immediately came to her door.

"It's alright, the Worry-Free Sword is back."

Lord Zhao didn't believe him. "Come out here."

Song Chunxue put on her clothes, took out her sword, and held it out to Lord Zhao.

"Senior Brother, it's true."

Lord Zhao frowned slightly. "Why did it suddenly come back?"

“Perhaps Xie Zheng is in danger, or perhaps he feels it’s safer for the sword to stay with her,” Master Han said leisurely, standing outside his room. “Or perhaps, he’s arrived in Jincheng and wants to urge her to meet him.”

Lord Zhao looked at Master Zhang and said, “You can find out by casting a divination. However, Han Qingfeng and I should leave tomorrow. There’s no rush to go to Jincheng. We’ll meet again in Jincheng in a few days.”

"Well, that's fine. Should we pack some luggage?" Song Chunxue asked.

"No need."

"Pack some fried dough sticks, Master Han likes them." Master Zhang bowed his head to comfort the two frightened dogs.

"Okay, I'll hoist it up from the well first thing tomorrow morning and then wrap it, otherwise it'll easily break." Song Chunxue looked at the dark courtyard and thought to herself that such peaceful days were indeed few and far between.

Master Han returned to the wall and sat down to meditate. He was indeed dressed very warmly that night.

Song Chunxue thought to herself that she should wait until her senior brothers' clothes were ready before setting off.

...

Today's breakfast was exceptionally lavish; Song Chunxue made poached eggs, pancakes, and stir-fried vegetables.

Lord Zhao especially loved Song Chunxue's potatoes. "Why are your shredded potatoes so delicious? What's your secret?"

"Is there?" Song Chunxue couldn't taste the difference. "It's just oil, salt, and scallions, oh, and a little bit of Sichuan peppercorns."

The Taoist priest explained, "I think it's because the potatoes here are delicious. This place is famous for its potatoes, and many people grew up eating them. The climate here produces potatoes with more starch and a richer flavor."

Lord Zhao nodded, "Then pack me a few, we can roast them over a fire on the way."

Song Chunxue smiled, "Then I'll pack you about a hundred pounds, and I'll wash it clean later. Do you want it, Master Han?"

Master Han picked up a piece of tender stir-fried meat and said, "I prefer meat."

That's true; snakes like him are naturally carnivorous.

My senior brother told me that neither of them belonged to the Quanzhen School; they were just people who had to follow the precepts at Baiyun Temple, or they would be kicked out.

"Do you need me to buy you a few pounds of meat so you can grill it with your senior brother?" Song Chunxue asked.

“Sure,” Master Han smiled, “Buy more.”

Master Zhang smiled and said, "I'll go buy it later."

"By the way, senior brother, does our master abstain from alcohol and meat?"

Previously, Song Chunxue thought she would become a vegetarian in the future, but it seems that her connection with her master was due to discovering someone's treasured wine collection, and she wanted to confirm it.

Lord Zhao laughed, “Master, with such a large wine gourd, it would be terrible if you abstained from alcohol. Of course, we are not like that; you can eat meat.”

"Really?" Although Song Chunxue felt that eating less meat was good for her as she got older, she found it difficult not to drink alcohol.

"Really, you can even get married and cultivate with your husband, so relax. Even five years from now, you can still be with Lord Xie..."

"Senior Brother."

Knowing the situation, Lord Zhao took a bite of the buckwheat pancake and said, "This is also delicious. Pack a few more."

"Then I'll break off a few more melons, they're very sweet."

"Alright."