Chapter 947 We'll talk about it later.

Master Zhang looked down at his toes, not daring to utter a single word.

He could tell that his junior brother was angry.

Although he didn't quite understand why she was angry.

He knew that he was an old bachelor. Although he had seen and experienced a lot, he was not a woman, had never had children or been a widow, and had never experienced the feeling of being treated as a burden because he had lived too long in his previous life.

"I'm sorry, junior brother, don't be angry. I misspoke." But Zhang Chengxuan reacted quickly, knowing that apologizing first was always the right thing to do when the atmosphere was tense.

Sure enough, Song Chunxue stopped and turned to look at him. "What did you do wrong, Senior Brother?"

"this……"

Song Chunxue couldn't bear to see her senior brother bowing his head and admitting his mistake. "Forget it, you didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who was being too aggressive."

Master Zhang touched his nose with a disgruntled expression. "You're quite hot-tempered. Take some Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine) to cool down. Don't be like this when you see your master."

"..." Watching him run away with small, quick steps, Song Chunxue opened her mouth to curse several times, but in the end she held back.

Is she really that short-tempered?

She felt that she was in a peaceful mood recently because she was traveling.

However, the thought of seeing her master filled her with extreme fear.

The golden spoon was still hanging around my neck, warm from being held in my hands.

She thinks of Lord Xie, who is thousands of miles away, all the time, but they are both cultivators who are moving forward on their own. Why do people think that a woman should be the little bird that clings to him?

Besides, it's not like she hasn't relied on others before.

The last trip to the capital proved that her dependence on Xie Zheng was not a wise move for either of them.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly. Perhaps not many people could understand that in this world where men are superior and women are inferior, a woman who wants to travel far and wide should not regard herself as a woman in the eyes of the world.

Male is associated with the Qian trigram, and female with the Kun trigram.

The main road, also known as the Yang road, represents the masculine way, and signifies heaven, brightness, strength, movement, initiative, rising, dryness, heat, expansion, and progress.

Kun Dao, also known as Yin, represents the way of Yin and softness, and signifies earth, softness, stillness, descent, dampness, coolness, darkness, passivity, contraction, and stability.

The universe is inherently different, both opposing and complementary.

The female path is always underestimated, and also underestimated by herself.

If one can clearly define one's own position, remain steadfast, not seek externally, and be gentle and tranquil, one can uphold one's own path.

Many women, due to worldly distractions, stray from the right path, gradually straying further and further from the yang path, unable to distinguish that their true nature is yin, thus becoming confused and lost.

Song Chunxue was not immune to common pitfalls; she often misled herself and treated herself like a man.

She looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and smiled. Hopefully, she can always stay clear-headed and stay on the right path in the future.

Not long after...

They arrived in Jiangzhou aboard Master Han's flying boat.

Seeing the scenery of Sichuan from the flying boat, Song Chunxue was filled with admiration.

Look at the paradise their ancestors chose, while their ancestors chose a barren, impoverished place where there wasn't even water to drink.

Sure enough, comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Upon arriving at the bustling yet ancient streets of Jiangzhou, Song Chunxue was first drawn in by the aromas wafting through the air.

What smells so good?

"Pea and minced meat noodles, would you like a bowl?" Master Zhang came up to her, seeing that her mouth was about to water. "Sit down and eat, we're not in a hurry anyway."

"People here eat noodles too, and they look delicious. Uncle, look over there, those red oil noodles look really good. I have to try them."

As he spoke, Tu Dan licked his lips and asked the shopkeeper for a bowl of spicy shredded pork noodles.

The aroma was enticing; it was a flavor she had never tasted before. Song Chunxue swallowed hard. "A bowl of pea and minced meat noodles, please."

She turned to look at Lord Zhao and Taoist Han, "Are you also eating noodles here?"

Master Han frowned slightly, seemingly disliking the scene of eating with strangers at a street table.

But the sun overhead was warm and the spring breeze was gentle on his face, so he reluctantly sat down.

"A bowl of Dan Dan noodles." Master Han, tall and with long legs, sat down on the bench, looking out of place and attracting curious glances from the other noodle-eating customers.

Lord Zhao sat down next to him, but Master Han pushed him away in disgust, saying, "Don't crowd, sit over there."

He was already annoyed, and these annoying people were all hot and bothered. In the middle of the day, their heat made him feel uncomfortable as soon as he got close.

Lord Zhao lifted the hem of his robe and sat steadily beside him, his gaze falling on the space between the two of them. "I'm not sitting next to you. There aren't many tables here, so just make do with this."

Master Han pursed his lips, regretting sitting down to eat this bowl of noodles.

It was very noisy around me; I could faintly hear children crying, the sound of horses' hooves, the ringing of bells, and the sound of banners being blown by the wind. Suddenly, I didn't like it.

Perhaps it's because I've gotten used to spending time in the woods lately, but I really dislike sitting so openly on unfamiliar streets.

When he was in the capital, he enjoyed watching the everyday life and walking through the bustling streets.

"What's wrong?" Lord Zhao poured him a bowl of water. "Spring has arrived, are you feeling unwell, Master Han?"

Master Han was suddenly startled. Yes, spring had arrived.

Even after being a demon for so many years, as long as one is born between heaven and earth, one cannot escape being affected by the energy of the four seasons.

He glanced at Zhao Jin indifferently, "I just want to go back to sleep, what does that have to do with spring?"

Lord Zhao raised an eyebrow and pushed the noodles in front of him. "Eat the noodles. It's better to go back and stay home. You have to meet a lot of people tomorrow. Take more pills and don't reveal your true form when you see a female. It'll be your fault if you scare people."

"..." Master Han paused in wiping his chopsticks, then said in a cold voice, "How do you know all this?"

He was just a cultivator, not a demon, so how could he understand the problems he was facing better than the demon himself?

"Out of curiosity, I learned a thing or two from books. I also know a little about foxes, weasels, and cats." Lord Zhao asked casually, "Are you going to visit your old flame?"

Master Han smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and stirred the chewy, smooth noodles. "What, Lord Zhao, you want to go too?"

Song Chunxue and Master Zhang listened intently, eating their noodles very carefully, not wanting to make a sound.

Meanwhile, the five children at the other table turned sideways, as if afraid they wouldn't be able to hear.

Lord Zhao straightened his clothes, and to avoid being splashed with oil, he spread a handkerchief on his lap to cover his snow-white undergarment.

"Why are you being so sarcastic? I really do want to go. Maybe I can even find a good candidate for Master. Besides, given my current situation, I can only stay safe by following you."

What?

Song Chunxue's eyes widened. What was her senior brother's situation? Why was he saying that? Could it be that something terrible had happened between them?

She gently nudged her senior's elbow, her eyes asking if he knew.

Fearing a scolding, Master Zhang remained unmoved, lowered his head, and ate his noodles. Then, almost unconsciously, he mouthed, "We'll talk about it later."

Then, despite the three pairs of eyes staring at him, he casually asked, "Junior brother, do you know when the wheat here is planted and when it's harvested?"