Chapter 932 It's Not Easy for Me to Know You

"Okay, but I won't sell the ones I have with me. I'll buy them for you when we get to Zhuanglang County."

Song Chunxue looked at Ye Hanying, "It must be because you said something wrong that I'm disliked by your wife. It's our unique local flavor that you're thinking about, not my cooking, understand?"

Patchouli pondered seriously, "But..."

"Alright, if you can't speak, you don't have to. Just eat." Song Chunxue pointed to the table and chairs that Lord Zhao had brought out. "Sit down and finish your noodles."

Ye Hanying is a Miao woman who is very skilled in dealing with poisonous insects and rare herbs. She will probably have a great harvest here.

"Thank you, Sister Song, you've worked hard." Ye Hanying walked to the side to wash her hands, then naturally took the bowl, scooped a spoonful of scallion oil from the porcelain basin next to her, and poured it over the soup.

"It's not hard work, this is the only thing I know how to do." She glanced at Huo Xiang, "Did you two have a fight?"

Ye Hanying remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Being too straightforward can be infuriating. You need to discipline them properly. There's no rush. Don't make yourself angry."

Ye Hanying nodded, "Sister Song, you should eat too."

After working for most of the hour, Song Chunxue finally got to eat noodles. She couldn't resist eating two big bowls and even drank every last drop of the soup.

The tranquility by the river is a stark contrast to the thrilling chaos and commotion in the deep forest.

Faintly, heart-wrenching cries could still be heard, clearly indicating that the person was terrified.

Song Chunxue's heart pounded with fear. "Won't someone die?"

"Don't worry, the ancient beasts that have been tamed by humans will not harm people unless they go too far," Ye Hanying explained. "Every plant and tree in these mountains is full of spirit, and I came here to search for treasure."

Ye Hanying and Song Chunxue squatted by a rock and ate the pickled radishes on a plate with relish.

It was from her that Song Chunxue realized that Aishan was no ordinary mountain.

The choice of this location for the discourse was clearly deliberate.

Cultivators from all corners of the world, from various sects, have different purposes, but they are all here for the treasures.

Ye Hanying was initially worried that someone with ulterior motives would destroy the place, but when she learned that the old man was the master of the mountain, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

“There should be more than one master in these mountains, and they are not simple beings. But don’t be nervous, you won’t be simple in the future either,” Ye Hanying said with a smile. “You are the most special female Daoist I have ever met.”

Song Chunxue laughed and said, "A female Taoist priest who crawled out of the mud?"

Ye Hanying corrected her earnestly, "Go forward without hesitation, and be able to take things on and let them go."

Can you take it or leave it?

Song Chunxue smiled bitterly to herself; that was the biggest misunderstanding she had ever made.

It looks easy, but it's hard to do.

Six years ago, she said she would let go and let go of everything, but now, not only has she not let go, she has taken more and more.

Senior brother, master, disciple, nephew...

But then I thought about it again, and it makes sense. Letting go doesn't necessarily mean ignoring it or never seeing it again.

Letting go means being open-minded, having no obsessions or grudges in your heart, and no longer having it as the most important thing in your heart.

The pain and resentment we felt for something were simply because we had too little of it.

This is the most terrifying kind of poverty.

But this is hard to change. After experiencing days when people couldn't even fill their stomachs, they only cared about what could fill their stomachs, whether it was edible, and whether it could be stored.

Farmers at the very bottom of society, during periods of dynastic change and war, were no different from pigs for the New Year, cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered in pens, or poultry trapped in enclosures.

All I care about is whether I can have enough to eat today.

Who will come with a knife to tie his feet tomorrow is a matter for tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Song Chunxue smiled to herself.

At that moment, she suddenly forgave her foolish, hateful, and pitiful self from her past life.

There are far too many Song Chunxues like her in this world, who spend their lives raising children and still do not let go of their own masses even on their deathbeds.

Whether it's bitter or sweet, what does it matter if you can't understand it?

Isn't this just a human being?

Without so many foolish, hateful, and pathetic people, how could the wealth, intelligence, and comfort of others stand out?

In this vast world, how many people have attained enlightenment?

The cycle of six realms leads to eternal life, or perhaps to annihilation. Who can judge whether annihilation is inferior to eternal life?

If I had to say what I haven't seen clearly yet, it would be my reluctance to let go.

She couldn't bear to part with the person she missed.

What are you grinning about?

Ye Hanying nudged her toe, "Want to thank Lord Xie?"

“A little,” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “No wonder Huoxiang always talks about you. After experiencing how two people support each other in life, it’s always hard to get used to being alone.”

Ye Hanying smiled, "That's true, but Lord Xie is probably different from others. Don't you plan to retire to the countryside and become a pair of idyllic lovers with him?"

Looking at the lush greenery, Song Chunxue said, "I do want to, but the time isn't right. It's hard for us to be at ease and detached from worldly affairs."

They chatted for a long time when Zhang Daoshi, who was not far away, called out, "Let's go, we should keep moving forward. We came here to attend some Daoist forum."

Song Chunxue got up and put the tables, chairs, pots, and stoves into her storage ring.

Ye Hanying was very surprised.

"You prepared all of this by yourself? Are they using you as a cook?"

Song Chunxue smiled, "I'm happy to take on this role. I'm very satisfied that I can be everyone's cook."

Ye Hanying looked at her with admiration. "I was shallow. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Everything depends on how you think and how you perceive things.

If she truly felt that she was just an insignificant cook, and felt inferior and timid in such a place teeming with talented people and powerful figures, then she would have truly wasted her cultivation.

That's true, but since ordinary people exist, they also have their own missions, don't they?

Song Chunxue thought to herself that her mission should be to let everyone she met know that their inconspicuous place, besides being poor, also had unforgettable food, and the tenacious life and indomitable faith of most of the farmers.

Sometime later, the old man disappeared.

Master Han took two leaves, one and handed one to Song Chunxue, and the other to Zhang Chengxuan.

"Take this. This was specially entrusted to me by that senior to be given to you. Don't let him down."

Song Chunxue was flattered. "Did that senior give it to me? Just to the two of us?"

She knew very well that Master Zhang was a sincere person and the purest Taoist practitioner.

But what right does she have?

"Several of the younger generation received a cup of wine from him, and Lord Zhao and I received a lot of advice." Master Han smiled and said, "He said that he saw that you two had worked hard and that it was not easy to come into this world, so he took it as encouragement for the younger generation."

"The mountains are high and the road is long, so don't be discouraged."

Song Chunxue was overjoyed. "How could I be discouraged? I suddenly feel young and full of energy."

Zhang Chengxuan held the long, green leaves in his hands. Although he didn't recognize what kind of tree they came from, his eyes were filled with warmth, and a wave of tenderness filled his heart.

Heaven and the gods know how difficult it is for me.