Chapter 783 Parents and Sister

Lord Zhao was the first to run up to them.

Are you alright?

"Hurry up and keep up, there are traps everywhere here, be careful."

Song Chunxue stared blankly at the misty hall in front of her, as if she were in a fairyland.

"Senior Brother, this is..."

Lord Zhao laughed and said, "This is where the treasures are hidden. Go and choose whatever you like."

Song Chunxue immediately became interested. There were so many things she wanted to choose from, and ideally, everyone in the family would have a protective artifact.

No matter what, staying alive is the most important thing.

Otherwise, the person dies before the money is spent.

As long as you're alive, you can earn money.

She approached the enormous stone statue of the Three Pure Ones with nervousness and trepidation, and solemnly bowed.

"May the Ancestral Master bless us, and may the Ancestral Master bestow his blessings."

Master Han, who was standing to the side, smiled and picked up a long sword. “Not bad, you are quite polite. This sword is very suitable for Zhang Chengxuan. It has ancient inscriptions on it, so perhaps it can form a contract with him to recognize his master.”

Song Chunxue was a little nervous, not expecting that Master Han knew she wanted to ask for a sword for her senior brother.

"I... if you like them, you can take them first, and I'll pick out a few more." These things are treasures, unique and priceless, and she was too embarrassed to take them.

“Take it. You don’t know what kind of sword suits him, and besides, I don’t like this kind of heavy longsword,” Master Han pointed to his storage ring. “Would I treat myself badly?”

Huo Xiang picked out a Radiant Hammer for himself and a dagger for his wife and children to use for self-defense.

"By the way, can we take all this out?" Huo Xiang looked at Song Chunxue. "You said the gold we took from the first room is gone. Will we just have wasted our time going out?"

“It’s fine to feast our eyes on it. This is a treasure trove set up by our predecessors. Even if he’s stingy, he shouldn’t take our lives. It’s good to see the true face of Mount Lu.” Lord Zhao changed the subject. “Besides, our ancestor isn’t that stingy, is he?”

As he said this, he even looked up at the tall deity.

"That's true."

Song Chunxue picked out suitable weapons for the children. The exquisite box in the corner was filled with all kinds of weapons, including short knives as long as a palm, as many as the leaves Song Chunxue had swept in the afternoon. Picking out a few more shouldn't be a problem, right?

Hanging in the corner was an ordinary longsword with a light blue scabbard and a blue tassel, without any decorative patterns, but Song Chunxue felt that it suited Lord Xie very well.

Without a second thought, she put the items into her storage ring. There were also several pretty jade hairpins, which Song Chunxue picked out for her daughter and daughter-in-law.

"Okay, that's enough. Don't be too greedy. There are gods watching over us. What if the patriarch is watching from above? He might already be cursing us." With that, Song Chunxue sat down on a stone chair not far away, took out her water pouch, and drank a couple of sips of water.

She leaned back in her chair, suddenly overcome with drowsiness, and longed to take a nap there.

Looking around, there was a blade of grass on the stone table, and it was even alive!

Song Chunxue was startled. Could it be that someone had been guarding this place all along?

She discovered that the reason why this magnificent hall was shrouded in mist was because there was a living spring at the corner of the south wall.

The unusual grass looked a little dry, and Song Chunxue wondered whether to water it with the water she had brought or with spring water.

She picked up the small flowerpot and walked to the spring. She scooped up a few handfuls of water and poured it into the spring. It was clear that the little grass immediately perked up, and its leaves became bright and green.

But she felt so sleepy, the drowsiness was overwhelming, and she had no chance to resist. She lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

I slept soundly and felt completely at peace.

"Xiaoxue, Xuexue, why aren't you up yet? The sun's already high in the sky!"

Someone nudged her, and Song Chunxue struggled to move her eyes.

She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't want to wake up.

Moreover, the pain of being woken up was the same as when I was a child.

"Xuexue, hurry up and go up the mountain to pick apricots. Parents are taking a nap. We'll be back when they wake up."

The familiar yet distant voice, and the gradually clearer face, stunned Song Chunxue.

The child in front of her, who looked about ten years old, resembled her second older sister.

But back then, she never called her "second sister," but instead called her by her name.

"Chunxiang?"

Song Chunxue rubbed her eyes and sat up, finding her body very light. Her arms were dirty and thin, and she was barefoot, sleeping on an old woolen felt mat stained with urine. She wasn't wearing pants, and her tattered short shirt, which her fourth sister had worn, barely covered her bottom when she stood up.

Has she returned to the time when she was around three years old, before her parents passed away?

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... cough cough cough!"

A violent coughing sound came from another room, and Song Chunxue felt a pang of pain in her heart.

Although they are not dead yet, they don't have much longer to live.

She sat up, leaned over the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), nimbly slipped off the floor, and ran up to the main room with red eyes.

"What are you doing?" Chunxiang lowered her voice to stop her, "You're disturbing your parents' afternoon nap, be careful you don't get a spanking."

Song Chunxue ignored her, took small, laborious steps to climb the steps, crossed the threshold, and entered the main house.

She was too small to see the people on the kang (a heated brick bed) from close up, so she stood about a meter away from the head of the kang.

I looked closely at my mother, who was resting on an old pillow covered in patches, and covering her mouth to stop herself from coughing.

"mother."

Song Chunxue called out softly, tears streaming down her face, her throat choked with sobs, unable to speak.

"Xuexue, cough cough cough, what are you doing here? Go to sleep."

She doesn't even remember what her mother looks like.

But looking at the woman with a haggard face and dark circles under her eyes, she suddenly remembered how she used to carry buckets of manure and lead them to the fields to collect it, how she used to sit by the stove cooking, and how she used to cough until tears streamed down her face...

"Waaah... I want to sleep with Mom."

"Chunhua, Chunxiang, cough cough, quickly take Xuexue out! Where did the babysitter go slacking off? I'll break their legs!"

The next moment she was picked up and carried, "Hurry up, hurry up, why are you crying?"

It's my eldest sister, Chunhua.

The sisters all called each other by their names, except for the eldest sister, who was always called "eldest sister".

The older sister carried her to the yard. Her face was ashen and expressionless. She was wearing pants that were very tight and short, and she had worn them for many years and they were almost too small for her.

As far as I can remember, my eldest sister was always quiet and reserved, and didn't like to play with them.

It was always the second sister who took them up the mountain to pick apricots and steal melons from other people's fields. It was also the second sister, Chunxiang, who lifted her clothes and slid down the slope above the thatched kiln.

When Chunxiang was little, she was very mischievous. She could climb mountains, trees, walls, and ridges.

"Chunxiang, take her up the mountain to pick apricots. If she cries any longer, Dad will scold her. They still have to go pick sesame seeds this afternoon." The eldest sister handed Song Chunxue over to Chunxiang and turned to go inside to sleep.

Song Chunxue sobbed, clinging to Chunxiang's arm as she watched her older sister's retreating figure, thinking to herself how her older sister's hair had been so blonde and her legs so thin when she was little.

It looks like a small bamboo pole.

Third Sister Chunmei walked out of the yard with a smile, "Today we went to pick the sweet-pitted ones, brought them back and smashed them to eat. They should be ready to eat now."