Chapter 950 At the time, it seemed like nothing special.

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Chunxue delivered a powerful chop to the other person's forearm.

I may feel timid, but I can't lose face.

Today, she is Master Han's junior brother, and also a member of the demon race.

"Ouch, you've got a strong grip." The strange creature in front of her swung its arm, looking down at Song Chunxue. "Why do you smell like a mortal?"

Song Chunxue stood frozen in place, glancing at her senior brother and Master Han out of the corner of her eye.

Master Han chuckled softly, the sound clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Why else could it be? She found a mortal husband, don't you think?"

"..." Song Chunxue opened her mouth, but was unable to refute.

That's absolutely right.

“That’s right, my junior brother is very talented and he even managed to snag a high-ranking official in the capital. If you ever need his help in the capital, just let me know.” Lord Zhao grabbed Song Chunxue’s shoulder. “Let’s go. Stop dawdling. I haven’t even filled my stomach yet.”

He waved to the others, "See you later, everyone."

Song Chunxue was pushed forward and stepped out of the courtyard first, while Master Han was at the very back. He opened a folding fan with a cold gleam from somewhere, glanced at everyone indifferently, and slowly stepped out of the threshold.

They didn't speak to each other along the way, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they returned to the inn and set up a protective barrier inside the room.

"What happened? How did you know where we were? Who brought you here?" Lord Zhao took a sip of water. "It was close. There were tigers and leopards, but they didn't even show themselves."

Song Chunxue patted her chest. "It was Senior Lan Jin and Senior Qing Yu who noticed something was wrong. They said that Daoist Han was in danger and asked me to bring Wuyou to rescue him. I know I don't have that much ability, but I still cooperated."

Master Han paced back and forth on the ground, his steps extremely light, his gaze distant, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Yes, I have to thank you for this. The moment I stepped out, I realized they had set up a trap inside, trying to devour me like a mountain. What a ridiculous idea."

With that, he put away the money changer. "I'm going out for a bit. Don't leave the inn until I get back. Remember that."

"Wait a minute..." Before Lord Zhao could stand up, Master Han had already disappeared.

Song Chunxue took a sip of tea and casually asked, "Senior Brother, what exactly happened between you and Master Han? How were you able to find his location?"

"He gave me a talisman, which allows me to appear before him at any time." Lord Zhao frowned. "Logically, my master should have shown himself by now. Why hasn't he arrived yet? Is it related to the undercurrents here?"

Just as Song Chunxue was losing interest, she received a sharp tap on the head.

"Stop your little schemes. I am, after all, Master's eldest disciple. Even without a talisman as a guide, I can find him. I can guess what he's up to, but it's best to split up. Go find Zhang Chengxuan and have him watch over you and make sure you don't leave the inn."

After saying that, Lord Zhao disappeared without a trace.

Song Chunxue was confused and worried that her senior brothers had already left the inn, so she prepared to knock on each door one by one.

But before she could open the door, she heard a loud commotion inside.

"Big, big, big! May the Ancestral Master bless you, big!"

"Small, small, small, it must be small! Grandmaster, please let me win this once, small!"

"Big, big, big!"

"Small, small, small!"

You little brat, you've already started gambling as soon as you get there?

Just as Song Chunxue was about to push the door open, it opened from the inside.

Master Zhang stood to the side and said, "Come in."

He was still carrying a gourd of wine in his hand, and explained gently, "It's not a good day to go out, so I'll try to keep them in the guest room."

"real……"

"No need to praise me, you can go to the kitchen and get us some good food," he said, handing her the empty gourd, "and fill it with wine while you're at it."

“Hey you,” Song Chunxue realized she was hungry again, her stomach was terribly empty, “wait.”

In spring, people's appetites increase, their food intake grows, and they become particularly craving food.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, Song Chunxue saw that the dishes the chef served to the guests were all delicious, so she ordered eight dishes and a soup.

All of them were things she had never eaten before, and they sounded delicious just from their names.

But to her surprise, everything was spicy.

It's said that this isn't even considered spicy; the real spiciness comes from the food in Jincheng.

"Uncle-Master, how did you know we were hungry?"

"Our senior uncle is so kind to us. He ordered so many delicious dishes, and they all look so good."

"Come, come, Uncle-Master, please sit down. You start eating first, then we'll eat."

The children pressed Song Chunxue down into a chair, poured her wine, and handed her chopsticks, being extremely attentive to her.

Song Chunxue was very pleased. "If you like it, then sit down and eat."

"By the way, did you guys win any money?"

"No, it was a draw. Wuji lost by a little, and Tudan won by a little." Changfeng took out a few copper coins and handed them to Song Chunxue. "These are my winnings, a gift for Master."

"Call me Wangchen, Wangchen! When you're out and about, don't let people laugh at you. Remember this, my name is Wangchen!" Tudan'er's voice was hoarse. "You're all bullying me."

Although he said that, his chopsticks never stopped.

“Okay, when we’re out in public, I’ll call you Wangchen, but in private, I’ll call you Tudan’er. It sounds more friendly.” Ye Bai slurped his tongue and picked up a piece of boiled fish for him. “Try this. It’s spicy and delicious.”

Song Chunxue didn't eat much food, but because it was too spicy, she ate three bowls of rice.

She wanted to say that the rice bowls here were too small, and she was embarrassed to eat them.

Moreover, it doesn't fill you up; the more you eat, the more addicted you become, and the more you want to eat.

In the end, she drank a lot of tea, left no food, and even had very few bean sprouts left.

"Senior brother, it's still early. It's dusk. Shall we go to the rooftop to watch the sunset over Jiangzhou?" Song Chunxue was feeling really bad. She really wanted to go outside, but Master Han had told her not to go out.

“Alright, everyone go to the rooftop to watch the sunset over Jiangzhou, but you are not allowed to leave this inn’s territory. Master Han gave the instructions. If you disobey, you will be punished with a stick.”

"Alright, Uncle-Master!"

"Yes, Master Uncle!"

"Don't worry, Uncle-Master, we are the most obedient."

And so, the seven of them, master and disciples, sat on the roof of the Flower Shadow Inn, chatting and laughing as they watched the sunset.

Putting aside the dangers and difficulties they face, the sunset today is truly beautiful.

“Master, look, their rooftops are so beautiful, row upon row. And the peach blossoms over there are in bloom, so lovely.”

"Is it February 2nd already? Spring here is truly beautiful."

"Not only that, I think the girls on the street are prettier than Jincheng."

"Hahaha, you little rascal, you want to stay here and become a live-in son-in-law?"

"Nonsense, I have money now and can afford to get married. Why would I have to marry into your family? Look at your pathetic ambition."

"Oh my, so you're really smitten? Why didn't you ask her if she's married?"

"There's no point in arguing with a brute like you."

Listening to the vibrant young man say these things, Song Chunxue felt young again.

"This is wonderful, this moment is truly wonderful." Song Chunxue murmured as she watched the sunset paint the evening sky with vibrant colors.

I wonder what Lord Xie is busy with right now.