Chapter 819 Very Urgent

Before she finished speaking, Fangyue's swordplay became faster and faster. With a beautiful leap and spin, she fiercely attacked her.

Song Chunxue retreated repeatedly, her back drenched in cold sweat, and she dodged to the side with all her might.

But Fangyue wouldn't give up. Her nimble wrists twirled the sword hilt like a juggler, a faint smile appearing on her calm face. Suddenly, she unleashed a powerful combo that forced Fangyue into a corner.

By the time Song Chunxue realized what was happening, Fangyue's sword was already at her neck, and she would lose her life if she wasn't careful.

Wuyou sighed, "They've been practicing swordsmanship since they were little, for twenty years now. What am I even dreaming about? If you were that powerful, you wouldn't have been growing crops in this remote mountain valley for so many years."

"Sigh, I was naive to know you weren't a genius."

"..." Feeling uncomfortable at being rejected by the sword spirit, Song Chunxue thought, "Does it have to be this dislikeful of me?"

Seeing the smile in Fangyue's eyes, Song Chunxue sensed that she had no murderous intent and was genuinely sparring with her.

She took a step back and said, "Excuse me."

Song Chunxue cupped her hands in greeting, "You're very capable, young lady. I didn't realize you were so skilled. There's not a single callus on your hand. I admire you."

Fangyue turned the hilt of her sword and with a flourish, she sheathed it.

“You are also very capable. You have achieved such skill in just two or three years. You have both talent and hard work. If you had been like this since you were a child, I would definitely have taken you as my apprentice.”

Song Chunxue quickly cupped her hands and smiled, "Don't mind my age, it's not too late to accept it now."

Fangyue gently touched her elbows with both hands. "I haven't used a sword for many years. Putting it away would only be a waste of your time. Besides, I heard you have a master now, so you won't lack people to teach you how to use a sword."

Seeing her slight sigh and her current situation of hiding in this courtyard, Song Chunxue understood that she had another story.

Just as she was about to ask something, she saw Huang Mo and Lord Xie hurrying over.

Fortunately, there were no other colleagues behind them.

Huang Mo ran up to Fang Yue first, looking at her with excitement.

"Fangyue, you...you can actually use a sword, and your swordsmanship is so superb?" He was so excited that his face flushed. "I never expected you to be so amazing. Isn't it a waste of your talent to keep you in this courtyard?"

"Lord Huang, you flatter me. I am merely the descendant of a fallen criminal. It is thanks to you, Lord Huang, that I can live here in peace. It is my regret that I have not been able to do anything for you."

Fangyue was neither humble nor arrogant in front of Lord Huang.

She turned to look at Master Song, "I met Master Song today and couldn't help but spar with him. I offended your guest, sir. It was my fault. Please forgive me, sir."

Huang Mo was at a loss, unsure of where to put his hands.

He looked at Song Chunxue, then turned to look at Xie Zheng beside him.

"Lord Xie, you won't blame me, will you?"

Lord Xie raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. "It was just a friendly spar. The Daoist Master wasn't angry, so why would I blame him? Huang Mo, why are you panicking?"

Huang Mo lowered his head and smiled shyly, "I'm not flustered, I'm just very surprised that Miss Fangyue is so amazing. She is a woman who is both literate and martial, truly amazing. She has broadened my horizons."

He looked sincerely at Fangyue, "Meeting you, young lady, is my good fortune."

Fangyue bowed slightly. "Lord Huang thinks too highly of me. I only practice swordsmanship for self-defense."

After that, he said no more, reverting to his previous taciturnity, showing no trace of the chivalrous aura he had displayed earlier.

Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng noticed the subtle atmosphere between them and said goodbye with smiles.

On the way home, Song Chunxue chatted with Xie Zheng and then communicated with Wuyou using her divine sense.

Why did you like Lord Xie so much before?

It made her feel embarrassed.

“You like him, of course. We understand each other. You feel happy when you see him, and I, influenced by you, naturally feel familiar and close to him.” Wuyou said cheekily, “Don’t you feel that when you first saw Lord Xie, you suddenly felt an overwhelming joy in your heart, as if you had never been so happy in your life?”

"Sigh, I've never experienced this before, but now I'm experiencing the feeling of seeing someone as if I've drunk fine wine. There's a saying, 'It's not the wine that intoxicates, it's the person who intoxicates.' When you saw Lord Xie, before anything even happened, you turned back into a silly girl."

"Tsk, no wonder so many people know that nine out of ten relationships between men and women end in tragedy, hurting both themselves and others, yet for thousands of years, so many people have still willingly jumped into the fire pit."

"..." Song Chunxue was unable to interject.

“Your silly sons are here,” Wuyou suddenly said seriously, “and they brought those three sword spirits who are many generations younger than me. So your children aren’t stupid after all; they know that what you give them are all good things.”

Song Chunxue subconsciously lifted the carriage curtain and saw her three sons standing outside the Xie residence.

They stood there in a row, grinning foolishly at her from afar.

"Great Immortal, I'd rather you didn't know how to speak right now."

Guessing the children's purpose, Song Chunxue was the first to step down from the carriage.

Xie Zheng came down from behind and saw that she was quiet and had left him alone. He felt a little uneasy, thinking that he had upset her in some way.

"Mother, Lord Xie, you're back."

The three Jiang brothers spoke at the same time.

Lord Xie was taken aback by the commotion. "You're back? How long have you been waiting?"

He wondered to himself, "All three of my sons have come. Could something big have happened?"

Before long, they were sitting in the Xie family's main hall talking.

"Mother, we came to thank you for giving us such powerful weapons," the fourth son said first, lowering his voice. "But I don't know martial arts now, so it's a waste to have such good weapons."

“Then learn and practice more,” Song Chunxue looked at the three children, “Can you endure hardship?”

"Yes!" Sanwa's eyes narrowed with a smile. "I wonder who we should learn from?"

"In a few days, after I've found out everything," she whispered. "You must keep it a secret and not boast to anyone. If you can't hide this joy, I'll take it back."

“Mother, don’t worry, we understand the principle of not flaunting wealth,” the second son said solemnly. “We want to be worthy of such fine weapons.”

Their reaction was better than Song Chunxue had expected.

"Then we won't bother you..." The words that were about to come out didn't feel right, so the fourth brother quickly changed his mind, "Tian Qi is about to give birth, I need to go home to see her, so I'll head back first."

The second and third sons also stood up. "It's getting late, we should head back. Thank you, sir. Mother, we'll come again another day."

Before Lord Xie could stop them, the three children ran out of the house.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.

"You run pretty fast," Lord Xie said helplessly, "I don't eat people."

“I eat people,” Song Chunxue knew her son best and understood they were afraid of the awkwardness of staying. “Are you going to practice your sword?”

Xie Zheng was surprised and somewhat puzzled.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes, I'm in a great hurry," Song Chunxue stepped out of the door. "Did you sense the sword spirit?"