Chapter 876 How come she didn't know?

"ah?"

Song Chunxue immediately chickened out.

"Senior Brother, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Fangyue laughed at her, "You've even learned to pretend you're deaf and dumb. If you're too scared to go in, I'll go with you."

Wuyou's voice rang out, "That's right, with me here, what are you cowardly for? You're embarrassing this immortal."

Song Chunxue gripped the Worry-Free Sword and touched the peach branch on her wrist. Yes, she couldn't back down.

Whether it's humans, ghosts, gods, or immortals, just like ordinary people are divided into scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants at birth, the difference in their current status is simply due to differences in circumstances and cause and effect.

If we're just talking about ability, it's hard to say who would be better if they stood together.

She took a deep breath. "Let's go, let's go meet him."

Lord Zhao gave Fangyue a wink, and Fangyue followed behind Song Chunxue, closing the door from the outside after Song Chunxue went inside.

Master Han stretched his limbs, turned around and sat down on the intact chair beside him. Without even glancing at Song Chunxue, he took out a pot of tea from his storage ring and poured himself a cup.

"The rest is up to you. He's still not admitting defeat or guilty. Try reasoning with him, whether it's persuasion through virtue or reason."

“If one does not uphold the righteous path, what is the point of discussing these principles? It would be much simpler to just smash them to pieces and reduce them to ashes.”

"Unfortunately, I don't want to ruin my future."

Master Han's voice, tinged with seduction, drifted over slowly.

“But you are different. You haven’t formally become his disciple yet. He just tried to bewitch you with his evil magic, making you delusional and doubt yourself every day, and then, unable to bear the torment, you find a rope to end your life. This is no small matter.”

Master Han crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and continued to urge, "If you accidentally shatter it, it will be a twist of fate that avenges those mortals who died unjustly."

Song Chunxue looked at a dark cloud of fog not far away, which seemed to be turning left and right with increasing tension, but she calmed herself down.

However, she didn't believe Master Han's nonsense.

He really does speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts.

That's clearly just trying to scare people.

She can also scare ghosts.

"That's good. Thank you for your kindness, Senior Brother Han. I just felt like there was something covering my head, which was very uncomfortable. It turns out he was the one who did it."

Song Chunxue stretched out her hand, and the peach branch stretched out in the same way. She grabbed it and tugged at it, smiling brightly as she said, "I hate insidious tricks that bewitch people the most. If a ghost dares to touch my head, I must chop off his hand!"

"Hey~ Chopping off hands isn't enough, let's chop off legs too. Have you heard of a human pig? I've never heard of a ghost pig. As long as you don't die, you won't be punished, right?" Wuyou suddenly flashed in front of the dark shadow, looking at his prey with the air of a cat seeing a mouse.

"Han Qingfeng, you're being unfair! Where did this divine sword come from? How dare you use it against me!"

The dark figure's aura was no longer as imposing as before, and it trembled as it showed weakness, "Didn't I say I conceded defeat? I'm not dissatisfied. Let's make a deal, we'll do it the way we want, and stop using me as a practice subject."

"Hmph," Master Han poured himself another cup of tea, "that's not what you said just now."

He looked at Song Chunxue and said, "That old ghost just said you're a widow and said a lot of unpleasant things. You'd better deal with it yourself."

Song Chunxue flicked the peach branch twice.

"Han Qingfeng, you... Ahhh! My foot! Han Qingfeng, don't take advantage of your age... Ahhh, you're despicable and shameless! Ahhh~"

The house was filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling, and the faint sounds of flying swords darting back and forth, striking the doors and windows, as well as the cracking of whips. It was quite a lively scene.

Lord Zhao said to Fangyue outside the door, "After the Lantern Festival, I will take you to the palace to investigate old cases."

"Really?" Fangyue jumped up from the steps in disbelief. "Senior Brother, don't lie to me, I'll believe you!"

"It's true, but it's easier said than done. When the time comes, we'll need Junior Brother's help. The Emperor knows her background perfectly well, and some things require a greenhorn like her to do in order to intimidate people."

Fangyue's eyes widened. "You mean, use the junior brother to scare him?"

Lord Zhao smiled but said nothing.

Thinking of that scene, Fangyue couldn't help but wonder, who would scare whom was still uncertain.

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"Throughout the Three Realms, I alone am supreme, with divine generals by my side, removing all misfortune."

To avoid being harmed by the opponent's underhanded tricks, Song Chunxue drew what she thought was the most powerful talisman, recited it twice, and stuck it on her body.

She felt refreshed after leaving Princess Anyang's house.

It wasn't just because she won the battle against Wuyou, but also because she overcame the fear that had been rooted in her heart for two lifetimes.

The fear and blind reverence for the unknown spirits and deities were shattered on this day.

Even more importantly, Princess Anyang gave her a stipend for her hard work.

The fact that all four of them came to the door at the same time was quite a show of respect. Princess Anyang was naturally very generous and gave them five hundred taels of silver, with Fangyue and Song Chunxue each receiving two hundred taels.

"Having made some money today, why don't we go out for a couple of drinks? It's on me." Lord Zhao fiddled with a jade gourd as he walked, pointing to the distance. "Let's go to that Xiankelai Tavern."

The wine flags fluttered, and the tavern was spacious and clean, but strangely, there were very few customers. In contrast, the Qishan Saozi Noodles restaurant next door and the Sichuan cuisine restaurant not far away had a constant stream of customers coming and going.

Lord Zhao casually pinched his fingers, then smiled, put his hands behind his back, and followed the guest to the private room.

Master Han sat in the main seat, and Song Chunxue even stood up to pour him tea.

"Thanks to Master Han, we are fortunate to have your blessing today. But why does Master Han seem a little unhappy?" Song Chunxue asked casually as she put down the teapot.

Master Han glanced at her, picked up his teacup, took a sip, then leaned back and said lazily, "You seem quite happy, you can't stop smiling."

"Of course, to be able to become a fellow Daoist with such a remarkable person as Master Han, I am not only happy, but also extremely proud and honored. I feel extraordinary even when I walk down the street." Song Chunxue sat up straight, not as if she were lying.

"Unbelievable, staying in the capital for so long has made him so glib." Master Han chuckled.

Song Chunxue knew that Master Han was changing the subject, so she didn't press the matter further.

After chatting for a while, the food and drinks were served, and everyone ate and talked.

Lord Zhao casually asked the waiter who was refilling his tea, "The dishes are good, but why is this place so deserted?"

The waiter looked bitter. "Hey, to be honest, this tavern used to be thriving. Unfortunately, in the first half of the year, our young master got into a fight with someone, which escalated to the point of involving the authorities. He offended a lot of people, and gradually, we had fewer and fewer customers."

"Sigh, in a few more days, we'll have to pack up and leave. The manager can't afford to pay our wages."

Lord Zhao nodded. "Is this shop currently up for sale?"

"That's right." The waiter smiled and asked respectfully, "Are you interested, sir?"

“She does,” Lord Zhao said, pointing to Song Chunxue. “She wants to settle down in the capital and have a shop to feel more secure. She’s currently looking for a shop.”

Song Chunxue, who was enjoying her stir-fried dried bamboo shoots, froze. "Huh? Me?"