Chapter 930 Aunt

Lord Zhao looked at them in disbelief.

But he quickly calmed down, dusted off the leaves, and stood up from the ground.

Kneel down!

The man suddenly kicked Lord Zhao in the knee.

"Sigh, don't be impulsive, it's all a misunderstanding." Lord Zhao tidied his messy hair. "I can testify that there are absolutely no messy women around Master Han. He was devoted to his former lover until death. Last time, he even cried bitterly in the illusion."

He gently pushed away the white-clad man's sword with his folding fan. "Since you are both here for that person, you should be more amicable when old friends meet again. Don't resort to violence; that's too rude."

"Shameless scoundrel!" The woman raised her hand to strike Lord Zhao, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

Master Han gently pulled Lord Zhao behind him and gave a forced smile.

He asked with a slightly absurd laugh, "You guys don't think, like Song Chunxue, that there's something going on between me and Zhao Jin, that our relationship isn't entirely innocent?"

He pointed at Lord Zhao and chuckled to himself, "You went to the inn yesterday too? Did you catch your stupidity from those foolish mortals?"

Lord Zhao was astonished. "So you also knew that Song Chunxue, Fangyue, and that Bai Caiwei were secretly discussing whether we were gay?"

Han Qingfeng looked disgusted. "Since ancient times, the harmony of Yin and Yang has been emphasized. Although I do not despise homosexuality, it does not mean that I am associated with this improper practice. It is simply absurd."

Then, he coldly looked at the man and woman not far away, "If you continue to speculate about other people's secrets without asking any questions, I can let you be reincarnated and have your brains refreshed."

Lord Zhao understood that Master Han did not approve of homosexuality.

This is clearly a sign of disdain for him.

They just misread it, why are you getting so angry?

"He really isn't..." The woman, seeing Master Han's anger, became less certain of her previously confident questioning.

"I'll say it again, I'm not into homosexuality. If you're blind, I'll gouge them out for you."

"..."

"..."

The man and woman exchanged a glance, then disappeared in a flash.

Lord Zhao walked over and put his hand on his shoulder.

"It seems they are all your sweetheart's friends. You feel so sorry for her. You must have made vows of eternal love and promised to be together in the next life. Tsk tsk, how enviable."

Master Han shook off his hand, turned and walked to the left, "Enough nonsense."

Lord Zhao looked at him carefully. "Did you save me before?"

"So what if I saved you? I don't need to repay you."

Lord Zhao was shocked. "So, the person I've been searching for is really you?"

“That’s right, the karma from your past life has been settled. I advise you not to cause any more trouble.” Master Han’s tone was very unpleasant.

Mentioning someone he hadn't mentioned for years brought forth emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. Pain, sadness, guilt, and regret filled him, a demon cultivator who hadn't understood love back then.

His usually calm and composed face, which remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing mountain, was now filled with sorrow.

Seeing his reaction, Lord Zhao wisely shut his mouth and quietly followed behind Master Han.

So what if you're old? You can't even let people talk.

He just wanted to repay a debt of gratitude, not to offer himself in return. How could he possibly cause any further trouble?

He's a homosexual.

I've been in close contact with him lately simply because we share similar interests and I consider him a close friend.

It's just needless worry.

Can he force himself to repay a debt of gratitude like a woman?

He had previously confessed his past to Master Han, but Master Han avoided talking about it. It turned out that he already knew that he was the person Master Han was looking for.

As people get older, they think more.

Oh.

Lord Zhao followed behind him without saying a word, letting him grieve for those who could not be brought back to life.

However, the person he cherishes should have been reincarnated by now, right?

If we can find that person for Master Han, wouldn't that mean he has paid off his debt?

Thinking of this, Zhao Jin felt a surge of excitement.

Tormented by memories of his past life, he finally found his creditor and even came up with a solution. Heaven was merciful.

It must be the guidance of the patriarch. When I get back, I will definitely offer more incense to the patriarch.

Song Chunxue finally found a flat and spacious place.

The clean, clear riverbank, with its densely packed stones and minimal greenery, looked very refreshing.

Song Chunxue found a large rock to sit on and rummaged through her storage ring for a tea stove.

After walking for so long, she was thirsty and exhausted, and really wanted to have a sip of tea to wake herself up.

"Uncle-Master, what are you looking for?"

"Uncle-Master, what food did you bring?"

"Oh dear, Master, you even brought a table and chairs. Is there enough room in your storage ring?"

"Master, I also want to eat sesame seeds, give me one."

"Master is so thoughtful, bringing so much food," Changfeng said with a smile. "I'll go and call my senior uncle over right now."

Song Chunxue nodded, not losing herself in the praise from her apprentices and nephews.

She placed the chopped firewood under the tea stove and lit the tinderbox. "Oh, right, I'll come back and collect some more firewood, something drier, because I didn't bring enough."

Master Zhang walked over, carrying the firewood he had collected in his arms.

"Unbelievable, Junior Brother really brought firewood." He took out a low stool from his storage ring and sat down in front of the tea stove. "I also brought dates and tea leaves."

Wuji, who was standing to the side, rubbed his stomach because he was hungry. "Sigh, I didn't know how to cherish things before. Now that I think about it, I wish I had a bowl of noodles."

Ye Bai lay down beside him, patting the dirt off his legs. "Yeah, I'd like a bowl of noodles too, just plain noodles will do."

It was past noon, and they had encountered other cultivators, but not pheasants or rabbits.

Although there were things in the river, they were all strange and none of them were edible.

Not to mention the rare treasures people talked about, I've seen quite a few ghosts.

Aside from some precious medicinal herbs, they basically gained nothing.

The younger ones had already given up and wanted to go back.

“You all want to eat noodles? Sure,” Song Chunxue stuffed firewood into the small stove. “I’ll have a sip of tea and then I’ll make you noodles. We might not be able to eat noodles with meat sauce for many meals, but we can eat plain noodles for several.”

Everyone looked at Song Chunxue as if they had seen an oasis in the desert.

"Master, are you serious?"

"Uncle-Master, you're so kind!" Wuji ran over. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Let's start another fire, tie up a frame, and set up the big pot. Otherwise, with so many of us, cooking noodles will be very slow." Song Chunxue looked at the clear river water. "I wonder if this water is suitable for cooking rice?"

"Of course we can, we've already drunk from it, it's clean." Ye Bai immediately became energetic. "Starting a fire is easy, I'll gather some more firewood."

When Lord Zhao and Taoist Han arrived, they saw a joyful scene of a spring outing and picnic.

Song Chunxue had prepared the dough at a square table and was cutting long noodles with a cleaver. There were also a few scallions on the corner of the table.

Master Zhang and Changyun were drinking tea, while the other four had already taken their bowls and chopsticks and were staring intently at the water in the large pot that was about to boil.

"Hey everyone, come quick! Someone's set up a noodle stall here."

Strangers are coming this way, in groups.

"Hey, ma'am, how much is a bowl of noodles?"