Chapter 818 Fang Yue

Only after traveling with Lord Xie today did Song Chunxue realize how convenient it is for Lord Xie, who has become a local leader, to travel.

He thought he was just going to Huang Mo's estate for a leisurely stroll, but to his surprise, several officials arrived even earlier than him.

Song Chunxue immediately tried to avoid it.

"They probably have something important to discuss with you. Go ahead and do your work. Wu Bing and I will sit nearby for a while."

Xie Zheng knew her concerns, but he didn't think their relationship was something to be ashamed of.

"Don't worry about what others say. I'm all alone," Xie Zheng said, squeezing her fingers tighter. "Want to come with me?"

Song Chunxue shook her head slightly, "Let's forget it. I'm not familiar with them, and besides, I'm the only woman here, so I wouldn't feel comfortable. We'll talk about it later. You go ahead, they're waiting for you."

"Alright." Even though he knew she wouldn't go, he still wanted to say it.

If she wanted, she wouldn't have to see herself as a subservient woman.

In his eyes, she was not only the person he loved, but also the steadfast Taoist Master Song.

If those people were his friends, he would be willing to introduce them to her one by one.

To Song Chunxue's surprise, Huang Mo made very thoughtful arrangements, assigning several maids and servants to take excellent care of her.

There was a woman with a refined and scholarly air who accompanied her from beginning to end.

"If Master Song has rested well, let's go watch a play over there. Yesterday, a troupe happened to pass by, and Lord Huang ordered someone to select a play." The woman, around thirty years old, was dressed appropriately, neither ostentatious nor plain, and her face showed no emotion, displaying a graceful and poised demeanor.

Judging from her age, she is not Huang Mo's child, but more likely his confidante.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble." Song Chunxue walked alongside her. "This is a nice place. It must be very pleasant to stay here."

The woman smiled slightly, “Indeed, this place is very quiet, and living by the river is very comfortable. If it weren’t for Lord Huang taking me in to look after the courtyard, I’d probably still be begging for food outside.”

Song Chunxue was surprised that she had brought up her situation.

She didn't mean to pry into her privacy.

Afterwards, they sat together in seats separated from the man to watch the play.

At first, she didn't find it interesting, but listening to the plaintive erhu music, leaning back in her chair eating various exquisite foods while watching the opera, she realized that such an elegant experience was rare, so she listened to the opera attentively.

As she listened, she couldn't help but be moved by the characters in the play, and she even shed tears when she was deeply touched.

After the play ended, she was taken to a side hall for dinner. The woman in front of her was quiet and well-mannered, neither neglectful nor overly enthusiastic, just very natural.

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "May I ask how you are addressed, young lady?" She smiled slightly, "You don't have to answer."

The woman in front of him put down her teacup, looked into Song Chunxue's eyes and replied earnestly, "My name is Fangyue, you can call me Xiaoyue, Daoist."

Song Chunxue nodded, thinking that after spending so much time together, she at least knew her name.

"I've heard that you've been practicing swordsmanship for a long time. I apologize for my abruptness, but may I spar with you?"

Fangyue's calm and natural request surprised Song Chunxue.

She hesitated for a moment, then put down her chopsticks and readily agreed, "Okay, Miss Xiaoyue, you also practice swordsmanship?"

"Yes, my father was once a swordsman." As she said this, she lowered her eyes sadly, seemingly unwilling to talk about the past.

Without any hesitation or refusal, the two women got up and went to the quiet backyard.

The backyard stands by the river, with a spacious, round platform paved with stone slabs. In the warm spring, Lord Huang would invite people to hold banquets and drinks here.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, Song Chunxue rarely takes out the Worry-Free Sword in front of outsiders.

But today, Wuyou tried three times to break free of the storage ring.

Song Chunxue had no choice but to take him out and use her divine sense to instruct him, "Don't do anything reckless. If you want to get some fresh air in the future, you can come out when no one is around."

Wuyou shook his head and said, "She's not an ordinary person, don't underestimate her."

"Huh?" Song Chunxue was taken aback. "You can talk?"

"Nonsense, we're communicating with our spiritual senses, so you have to understand. We're not at the point where we can understand each other just by looking at each other."

"Then why didn't you say that before?" Although she felt that Wuyou was so capable, it was understandable that she could speak well.

What she was curious about was why Wuyou had suddenly agreed to communicate with her so directly today.

"There's no need. I'm too lazy to talk to people. It's too troublesome. Sometimes it can even make me so angry that I'll blow my beard and glare. Why bother? Actions and expressions are much simpler and more direct."

Song Chunxue couldn't tell if the voice was male or female, so she cautiously asked, "May I ask what your gender is?"

"Do you think swords can be male or female?" a disgruntled voice sneered. "I am a divine sword. It was unwise of me to choose to follow you. I didn't think it through back then. If I had known, I would have followed that Taoist Zhang Yunqing. Maybe I could have seen the dangers of the human world today."

“Yes, choosing my senior brother was a wise move. It would be a waste of his talent to be with me.” Hearing Wuyou’s words, Song Chunxue agreed wholeheartedly.

"..."

Song Chunxue felt that Wuyou rolled her eyes.

"He's too much of a gentleman, a bookish gentleman. He uses the old ways of the sages to discipline himself, making himself feel wronged. I am a sword, and if I have to suppress my feelings and endure injustice, I might get so angry that I want to reforge myself."

My senior brother is a gentleman, but he has his reasons for doing so.

"Master Song, please enlighten me."

At this moment, Fangyue took out a delicate longsword from somewhere and bowed respectfully.

Song Chunxue snapped out of her daze and said, "Please enlighten me, Miss Fangyue."

She dared not underestimate anyone who could make Wuyou suddenly speak.

The next moment, she picked up Wuyou and made a move at the same time as Fangyue.

The Wu sisters, standing to the side, stared intently at the two swordsmen, their bodies tense.

"Sister, how come this Miss Fangyue shows no signs of martial arts training? How can she wield a sword with those slender wrists?"

Wu Bing watched Fang Yue's swift and decisive dodge, her moves utterly decisive, and her heart leaped into her throat.

"She is definitely not an ordinary woman. We will act according to the situation later. If she does anything to harm the Taoist priest, go and call for help."

Wu Shuang frowned. "She's also a cultivator? She seems to be more powerful than the Daoist. I'll go call for help right now."

"Um."

Wu Bing had her own selfish motives. If the woman in front of her were to act ruthlessly, they, as guards, would certainly rush to her aid immediately. However, she wanted to give her sister a chance to survive.

The woman in front of him was gentle and quiet, with a scholarly air about her. However, when she wielded her sword, she was decisive and swift, each move precise and fast. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Song Chunxue felt hot all over, experiencing the tension and strain of facing an opponent.

She took a deep breath and told herself to stay calm and not panic.

After clearing her mind of all distractions, she gripped the sword with both hands, quietly gathering her strength to avoid using her full power.

“Not bad,” Fangyue suddenly spoke up, “Take this!”