Chapter 801 Belated Affection

Song Chunxue gently tapped the table, finally realizing what was happening.

She looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you trying to say that now that I am a cultivator, I will soon understand the key points, and you won't have to bear any karmic consequences for appearing before me?"

"But you know perfectly well that our entanglement ended twenty years ago. No matter how powerful I am as a cultivator, I still cannot achieve a state of perfect tranquility. After all, I am the one left behind by what happened back then."

Huineng's eyes flickered, and he belatedly realized all of this.

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous..."

“It wasn’t abrupt. I’ve blamed you before, but I won’t now,” she said casually. “Since you know Lord Zhao, that means you also know about me and Xie Zheng, right?”

Huineng lowered his head, and the prayer beads in his hand stopped.

"Know."

"It seems you don't think anything of it; this matter won't affect you much."

Song Chunxue stood up. "I suppose this is also part of your cultivation. If there's nothing else to say, I'll be leaving now."

She didn't think there was any need for them to have a heart-to-heart talk now.

"Um."

Huineng did not stop him, and slowly turned the prayer beads in his hand.

...

My mind is in turmoil!

Even though Song Chunxue had calmed her guilty conscience and was no longer angry or sad about the bald man's arrival, she still couldn't calm down and meditate after a while.

She urgently needed to do something to clear up the slightly blocked air.

So she went to the highest open space to practice her swordsmanship.

This training lasted for several hours, from midday to sunset, as a cold wind suddenly rose.

Huo Xiang suddenly appeared on the railing not far away, sitting there casually, completely unconcerned that there was a cliff just beyond the railing.

"I heard you had a fight with that monk?" he asked with interest. "Did you two know each other before?"

Song Chunxue sheathed her sword; it seemed Lord Zhao hadn't told him.

“I suppose so,” she said, walking toward the steps in the distance. “When are you leaving?”

"Liuniang's poison hasn't been cured, so I can't leave for now." Huoxiang asked curiously, "What exactly is your relationship?"

"Ask Lord Zhao," she said expressionlessly as she walked forward. "Has Liu Niang come out? Did she speak with Chang Feng?"

"Yes, we've already talked about it. Your apprentice cried her eyes out and needs your comfort as her master." Huo Xiang followed closely behind her and whispered, "Was that person really your ex-husband?"

Song Chunxue kept walking, "Don't ask me, or I'll slap you."

"..." Huo Xiang covered her mouth. Fine, I won't ask then.

"I heard that the monk is the most wise master in Xiangyun Temple. He is very knowledgeable in Buddhism and thousands of people watch him debate Buddhist scriptures. You are quite lucky, kid."

Song Chunxue stopped and stared coldly into his eyes. "This blessing is yours. Since you're from the past, don't mention it in front of me again, or you'll force me to fight you."

Huo Xiang raised her hands, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Song Chunxue ignored him, asked Wu Bing, and went directly to Lord Zhao.

"Senior Brother, why did you bring me to see him?"

This straightforward and direct question caught Lord Zhao off guard.

However, he had heard that if a female disciple got angry, apologizing first was always the right thing to do.

Lord Zhao stood with his hands clasped in front of him, head bowed, his attitude upright. "Junior brother, I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

Um?

She hasn't said anything yet.

"Has he left?" she asked, rephrasing the question.

"Not yet. He came here at the invitation of Wen Liu's father to perform a ritual for a deceased soul," Lord Zhao said in a low voice. "I just didn't want to hide it from you. I didn't mean anything by it. Don't misunderstand."

Where else can it go?

“I didn’t misunderstand. He’s a monk now, and I’m a Taoist priest. Besides, I suspect that his body isn’t the child’s father’s body. To be precise, we’ve been separated by two lifetimes. I was a little angry at first and said a lot, but after calming down, I realized that we’ve already settled things, so why should I make things difficult for myself?”

Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "Senior Brother, don't worry. I am a cultivator after all, and I can understand these principles."

Lord Zhao smiled wryly. He felt as if his junior brother was scolding him for being unreasonable and not understanding such basic principles.

"Where is Master Han? Is he still treating Wenliu?" Song Chunxue teased. "He's quite dedicated when he's busy with important matters. Liuniang is very lucky to have met him."

"No, he went outside to catch up with that monk."

"..." Ah! So they were all old acquaintances!

However, Song Chunxue quickly regained her senses. Who could she reason with besides fate?

"You two are always inseparable. Now that Master Han is talking to someone else alone, won't Senior Brother be jealous?" she teased casually. "You two old vixens haven't gone to see your lovers for so long. Could it be that you two are having an affair?"

Lord Zhao's forehead twitched.

“Junior brother, you’re going to join in this nonsense. Don’t let that old snake hear you. Believe me, he’ll strangle you with his tail. Don’t blame me for not warning you. He hates this kind of teasing. We’ve only gotten to know each other over the past few years, and we only traveled together this year because of you. Don’t get me into trouble.”

Song Chunxue looked at him with great interest.

It seems even the eldest brother can't take a joke.

Who wants him to make her unhappy?

"Oh, I was just saying it casually, Senior Brother, don't take it to heart. I hope Master Han can cure Wenliu soon so I can take Changfeng back."

Lord Zhao knew she didn't want to see that monk.

"Don't worry, the monk will leave the day after tomorrow." He asked in a low voice, "In case he... is alright, you should get some rest. If you want to practice your sword, I'll accompany you. I can hear the murderous aura from far away, so don't disturb his territory."

“I’m not stupid, I’m not practicing swordsmanship tonight.” Song Chunxue sat cross-legged. “Senior Brother, could you teach me fortune telling and face reading?”

"You want to learn?" Lord Zhao frowned. "Isn't that too greedy? You want to learn everything?"

"Just learn casually, don't be greedy, just listen to what the senior brother says that's different, so I can deal with others in the future. Otherwise, if someone asks me the simplest questions and I, a Taoist priest, don't know anything, wouldn't people laugh at me?"

Song Chunxue just wanted to find something to do; she couldn't keep practicing swordsmanship forever. It wasn't the time to comfort Changfeng yet; let him cry for a while.

Just as Lord Zhao was about to say something, Master Han pushed open the door and came in, his folding fan draped over his shoulder.

As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on Song Chunxue. He stared at her thoughtfully, but did not say a word.

"Master Han, what's wrong?" She felt a little uneasy. Could it be that her joke about the two of them had been overheard?

Master Han sat down beside him, and subconsciously picked up Lord Zhao's teacup, but put it down halfway and took a clean cup for himself.

Song Chunxue was secretly excited, but dared not show it.

"I have nothing to do and I'm very curious about something. I wonder if Master Song can answer it?"

Song Chunxue sat up straight and said, "Please speak."

"If the monk Huineng still harbors worldly desires and fails in his tribulation because you have sown the seeds of affection, what will you do?"

"..." Song Chunxue found it amusing. "You're asking me? That's so pathetic of him. What's so great about me?"

"Besides, have you ever heard the saying, 'Late-blooming affection is cheaper than grass'?"