Chapter 821 Wait a minute

When Song Chunxue saw her healthy and energetic senior brother, she almost lost her composure.

"Senior brother, have your injuries healed? Did the medicine work?" She sniffed. "You're still dragging your feet on going into seclusion. If I hadn't urged you, you might have dragged it out to an unknown extent."

Master Zhang changed into clean clothes, his hair was tied high on his head, and his complexion was rosy and healthy, quite different from before his seclusion.

He stood up and bowed to Song Chunxue, "I don't know if the medicine will work, but the water you brought that day definitely worked. Thanks to my junior brother for insisting on saving me, from now on..."

"What kind of water?" Lord Zhao asked Song Chunxue. "How much did you pour for him?"

“One teacup,” Song Chunxue gestured. “If the water is really as potent as Senior Brother said, it should be enough.”

Lord Zhao looked at Zhang Yunqing, then at Song Chunxue, and shook his head helplessly.

"More than that, a few drops are enough," he laughed. "But then again, you still have quite a bit left, but don't use too much of the last one."

"Yes, I will be careful." Song Chunxue was also worried that her senior brother's injuries were too severe and that a few drops of water would not be enough.

Master Han looked at them all standing there, straightened his sleeves, and said, "What are you all standing for? Are you comparing heads?"

Everyone laughed and took their seats.

Song Chunxue smiled and said, "You guys chat, I'll go check on the kitchen."

Since everyone is here today, and it's a rare occasion for us to get together, she wanted to help prepare a few more dishes.

She estimated that her senior brother and Master Han would be returning to the capital soon, which was perfect since she hadn't spoken much with her mother-in-law these past few days.

But not long after she arrived in the kitchen, Changfeng and Changyun came to help.

They were still young and found the serious conversation of their elders boring, so they couldn't sit still any longer.

Tu Dan'er took Wuji outside to gather firewood, and on the way, went to the mountains to see the two spirit pets, and told his master to come down the mountain early.

The usually elusive and secretive martial uncle was sitting down to eat with everyone.

They also invited the cook and his wife to dine together in the fasting hall.

Everyone sat around the long table, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere, just like a festival.

But happy and joyful days are always short-lived.

At the dinner table, Lord Zhao said that they would be heading to the capital the next day and asked everyone to take good care of his apprentice, Wuji.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Master Zhang had wanted to catch up with them properly. "Is there an urgent matter in the capital?"

"There's nothing urgent, but someone from the foot of this mountain will come looking for trouble tomorrow, and I hate trouble the most. Besides, we've been away from the capital for too long, and we should go back, otherwise people will become suspicious of me."

Is someone from down the mountain causing trouble?

Song Chunxue wondered if someone had actually come up the mountain to inquire about Lord Zhao, Taoist Xu, and Taoist Wen.

The eldest brother probably knows those people are unreasonable and is too lazy to deal with them.

That's fine, she doesn't want to implicate her senior brother because of this.

She brought back many good things from Kunlun Mountain this time. She should put aside her ambitions and conserve her energy. Otherwise, no matter how powerful she is, she will be powerless if she cannot protect them.

With parting imminent, everyone seemed to have endless things to say.

Song Chunxue felt a mix of sadness and happiness.

She met two more very important people in her life, and they will become even closer to her in the future.

The path of cultivation was much better than she had imagined; she was not lonely at all.

When Song Chunxue returned from the outhouse, she saw her senior brother standing outside the door, seemingly waiting for her.

"Senior Brother, do you have something to tell me?" she asked with a smile. "I knew you would tell me something."

Lord Zhao asked curiously, "What do you think I'd tell you?"

"Focus on your cultivation, keep a low profile, and avoid causing trouble?"

"Not bad, you have self-awareness, but it's not enough."

Lord Zhao descended the steps, gazing at the twinkling stars in the sky. His deep voice sounded gentle and kind in the wind.

"I hope you can stay true to your original aspiration and persevere in your spiritual practice no matter what happens."

Song Chunxue's heart skipped a beat, and she was both surprised and frightened.

No matter what happens...

Does the eldest brother mean that she will face very dangerous things in the future?

"Don't overthink it. It's not a matter of life and death, but it's still a test for you." Lord Zhao said earnestly, "Whether you are my junior brother or junior sister, I hope you get better and better and your temperament becomes more and more stable."

Song Chunxue nodded, "I will keep in mind Senior Brother's teachings. No matter what happens, I will treat it with care and will not let you or Master down."

“Actually, you have two more senior brothers. You’ll have a chance to meet them in the future.” As he spoke, Lord Zhao took out a book from his storage ring. “These are things that our sect doesn’t pass on to outsiders. Take a good look at them. If you can’t learn them, wait a few years and we’ll go to our master together to learn them slowly.”

The book was thin, but Song Chunxue felt it was heavy.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Lord Zhao put his hands behind his back and said, "Remember what I said today."

She didn't understand it now, but soon Song Chunxue would understand why her senior brother had repeatedly given her these instructions.

...

All good things must come to an end. The Qingyun Temple, which had just become lively, was about to become deserted again, and everyone felt reluctant to part with it.

That evening, Song Chunxue and Lord Xie stayed on the mountain to rest.

However, when Song Chunxue got up early, she found that Lord Zhao and Taoist Han had already left.

Xia's mother walked over with a broom, looking in the direction of the capital, and said, "I just got up and saw them fly away in the yard. I never thought that there were really people in the world who could fly through the clouds."

Song Chunxue laughed and said, "They are sword riders, but there are people even more powerful than them who can truly fly through the clouds."

“This mountain is truly full of hidden talents. I’ve learned a lot here,” Xia’s mother sighed. “Looking back, what kind of life did my husband and I live? We were so useless to get over such trivial matters.”

"It's good that you can let it go; it's not too late now."

Xia's mother nodded, glanced at the sky, and said, "I should go boil some water."

After breakfast, Xie Zheng got into a carriage and went down the mountain.

There were many things waiting for him to handle at the yamen, and he couldn't ask for leave again today. He had no one above him, and no one would take on the work for him.

Master Zhang and Song Chunxue watched the carriage leave, then slowly turned around and walked back.

"Senior brother, I have something to give you. Why don't we talk on the mountaintop?"

"good."

Before long, they arrived at the long corridor on the mountaintop by flying on their swords.

The mountain wind was fierce, and the weather was getting colder. Looking out, the late autumn sunrise had a kind of intense, burning intensity, like a candle that had just burned out, and its colors were very vibrant.

"I wonder when Senior Brother will become more skilled. I'll give this sword to him as soon as possible so he can get familiar with it quickly."

As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out a golden longsword from her storage ring. Ancient inscriptions were engraved on it, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

"This is..." Master Zhang stared in shock at the object in her hand for a moment, "You got this from that cave?"

“Yes, Master Han also thinks it suits you.” Song Chunxue presented it to him with both hands, “Please accept it, Senior Brother.”

"Why not leave it for Lord Xie?" His gaze gradually turned serious as he followed the inscription. "Or, you can keep it for yourself; this sword is no less powerful than Wuyou's."

The next moment, the golden longsword floated vertically in front of Master Zhang, its blade surrounded by red flames, and circled around him once.

“Senior brother, we all think he’s the best match for you, and he thinks so too. Why don’t you two try forming a bond?”

"Wait!"