Chapter 943 Worry-Free Lost

I was rejected.

Song Chunxue was actually disliked by her senior brothers. How discerning!

Although she was very angry, she still changed into a simple dark green outfit, which was her favorite clothes in the capital. It was neat and simple, and she would not feel cumbersome no matter what she did.

She really liked the black jade decoration on her belt, which looked very elegant.

Perhaps because she's always been quite busy, she doesn't like flashy but impractical dresses.

New clothes that were made before, worn once or twice, are then put away at the bottom of the drawer.

She chose a pair of jade pendant earrings in a bluish-green color and headed to the cabin.

Song Chunxue also understood that the reason they disliked her clothes was because they were afraid that strangers would find her repulsive and misunderstand her identity.

Just like that day when I was mistaken for a cook.

Thinking this way, Song Chunxue smiled, trying to cheer herself up; she had a knack for it now.

Several children were grilling fish in the open space outside the house. When they saw Song Chunxue dressed so smartly, they stopped what they were doing and showered her with all sorts of strange compliments.

"Uncle-Master, are you celebrating the New Year today?"

"Master looks so handsome and dashing in that outfit."

"Uncle Song, did you wear this outfit to fool Lord Xie? You look very capable."

“That’s right, now we shouldn’t be mistaken for a cook anymore,” Wuji said seriously. “Although what clothes you wear is a personal choice, and we don’t usually think that you’re dressed in a shabby way, those vulgar people outside always judge by appearances. Don’t take it to heart, Uncle.”

Song Chunxue smiled. Her senior brother's two disciples had praised him today and even knew how to comfort her.

It is human nature to respect the clothes first and then the person, and to respect the body first and then the soul.

She nodded. "Okay, Uncle-Master, I understand. Leave me one, make it a little burnt."

"Okay."

"Okay, Uncle-Master, you should go now, they're waiting for you."

Seeing the children smiling and waving at her, Song Chunxue felt a warm glow in her heart.

As she spoke, she had already walked up the steps and stepped into the house.

“Junior Brother Song, come here,” Master Han said to her, his expression still unreadable. “These two are old friends of mine. I heard you two already know each other.”

Song Chunxue looked at Lan Jin and the other woman, her eyes filled with amazement.

The woman's clothes, like those of a crow, shimmered with iridescent colors with the slightest movement.

"Miss Song, your outfit is beautiful. You look dashing and androgynous, absolutely gorgeous."

As soon as Qingyu opened her mouth, she praised Song Chunxue with meticulous and elegant language, as if she had been instructed to do so beforehand.

Song Chunxue was stunned and looked at her in surprise.

"You called me 'Miss'?" Song Chunxue couldn't help but look at her senior brothers and laughed to herself, "It's been so many years since anyone called me 'Miss', haha, it sounds quite novel."

At that moment, her heart warmed suddenly, as if she had returned to the time before she was married, when there was a woman in the village who always spoke gently and addressed others with such tenderness, which was quite unique.

She would say "girl" instead of "woman" like everyone else. In her dialect, she would emphasize the first syllable. Just by hearing this term, you could tell that farmers didn't like having daughters.

Or she might say "Gua Zi Nu" (a term of endearment for a silly girl), which sounds affectionate and carries a hint of doting.

The others laughed, but Qingyu said seriously, "In our presence, you are indeed a young woman. Besides, you don't look old at all. If you'd like, you can take a few pills and keep your youthful appearance forever."

"Also, thank you for the guokui (a type of flatbread). It tastes great and is very fragrant. I've been craving this flavor for a long time, but it's not sold here. We don't like to travel far, and it's hard to deal with people, ghosts, and demons outside."

With that, Qingyu bowed deeply to Song Chunxue, saying, "Thank you."

Song Chunxue was flattered and returned the greeting, saying, "No need to thank me, I should thank Senior Lan for his generous guidance."

Master Han found it troublesome to see them thanking him repeatedly.

"Sit down. Didn't you say you had something to discuss?"

Everyone took their seats, and Lan Jin got straight to the point, "I heard you have a Taoist temple in Jincheng. Would you be so kind as to let us stay there for a while? We'll travel with you for the next few days."

Colleagues?

Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Master Han, each with their own thoughts.

Song Chunxue thought to herself, if she remembered correctly, this senior Lan Jin had said before that she had admired Master Han and wanted to meet her.

Did her words just now indicate that she planned to stay with Master Han for a while longer?

Involuntarily, her gaze turned to Lord Zhao.

This earned him a disdainful look from his senior brother.

She hurriedly looked away, glancing up at the roof and then back at the ground, appearing quite busy.

Master Zhang spoke first, "I have no objection. Qingshan Temple has only been completed for a short time, and every fellow Daoist is welcome to come."

Although it was unclear why Master Han remained silent, as a member of Qingshan Temple, he was the first to speak out.

"There aren't many people in the temple right now, so the two seniors can let those five children broaden their horizons. They can stay as long as they want." Regardless of the reason for Master Han's hesitation, Song Chunxue, who had received a favor from Senior Lan Jin, immediately expressed her opinion.

Lan Jin's gaze remained fixed on Daoist Han. "If Senior Brother Han finds it inconvenient, then we won't disturb you any longer."

She was waiting for Han Qingfeng's attitude.

She could guess the rest.

The bird tribe is very well-informed. Even though they live deep in the mountains and forests, birds from all over the country fly long distances every day to find food, so it is not surprising that news of Jincheng reached the Dian Kingdom.

Moreover, as early as half a year ago, when Han Qingfeng appeared in Jincheng, the bird clan there had already relayed his news to Lan Jin.

"It's good that you're not afraid of danger. Although Chongshan has fallen, his old confidants have already switched sides. Chongshan's insidious methods have not been lost. You are Zhuque, so you should know your importance in their eyes."

Lan Jin immediately nodded, "As long as Senior Brother Han agrees to let us come along, we will take care of the rest ourselves."

With that, Lan Jin stood up. "We can fly, so we won't bother you. We'll just follow you."

Qingyu also stood up and cupped her hands in thanks to Daoist Han, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."

Song Chunxue followed behind them and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"Seniors, are you nearby? You can come and chat with us and have tea anytime. We'll have plenty of guokui (a type of flatbread)."

"We'll see. He doesn't like bringing us along, but I still don't want to miss this opportunity. I don't know how many years it will be before we meet again." Lan Jin smiled bitterly, looking dejected. "He saw through my thoughts a long time ago."

But she quickly recovered and smiled at Song Chunxue, saying, "You guys go ahead with your work."

Song Chunxue took out two more guokui (a type of flatbread), saying, "These are for you. Your floral dew should taste better than tea."

"Okay, I'll let you try some flower dew next time."

Lan Jin and Qing Yu disappeared into the jungle.

She returned to the house and found the atmosphere rather strange.

"What's wrong?" Song Chunxue looked at Master Han. "Master Han, have you dealt with the matter of that fox spirit?"

She wanted to ask where Wuyou had gone, but she was afraid that Master Han would think she was stingy, so she didn't ask.

“Found them, imprisoned them. They returned their cultivation to Chongshan, and I handed Prince Xuan over to local officials to be escorted to the capital. However,” he looked up at Song Chunxue, “your Wuyou is missing, and the compass can’t find any trace of him.”