Chapter 982 Not Going

That night, Song Chunxue did not stay overnight at the children's homes.

Firstly, she was afraid that the children would have objections in private, since she had stayed at Sanwa's house the previous times and she was actually not comfortable staying there.

Unlike before, the children were warm and polite to her, which felt strangely awkward.

She insisted on leaving in front of the city gate, citing the excuse of delivering something up the mountain.

Although she felt that the children had guessed it, and that she could still go up the mountain even if the city gates were closed, the rest of the family didn't know, and it wouldn't be good if it couldn't stand up to scrutiny and caused trouble.

The fourth brother, carrying the child, followed behind Song Chunxue, insisting on seeing her off.

"It's too late, and the child is too young. It's best not to go out at night." Song Chunxue was very experienced in this matter and repeatedly tried to dissuade them.

The fourth brother insisted on sending the child, so he handed the child to Tian Qi and followed behind him.

The second and third brothers were no exception; they insisted on giving it to her.

“Mother, you’re the one who’s really busy now. I only see you a few times a year. You’re always running around outside, it’s quite worrying. Although I know you have a lot of capable people around you who can take good care of you.” The fourth son grumbled unhappily, “I was hoping that Lord Xie could keep you tied down, but I didn’t expect that the two of you are so far apart, which has made me more worried.”

“Mother, tell me the truth, if Sanwa hadn’t met you, you would never have planned to come down the mountain to see us?”

The fourth brother was very clingy, clinging to Song Chunxue's arm and acting coquettishly, "I never thought we'd be the other way around now, always hoping you'd come and see us."

Song Chunxue nodded, "I will, that's why I'm here. If I hadn't run into Sanwa, I would have come down a few days later. After all, I've been traveling around for more than half a month, and I'm quite tired."

The fourth brother shook her arm. "Alright, so when are you leaving?"

How did you know I was leaving?

The fourth brother said irritably, "You're just like those heartless men who go around chasing after women. You can't stay still, you're always running around outside."

Song Chunxue raised her hand and tapped his head, "How old are you? You speak so disrespectfully. Be careful not to corrupt the children."

"Hiss... Mother, your grip is a bit strong. Have you improved recently?" the fourth son said mysteriously. "But the three of us are practicing our swordsmanship diligently. We'll let Mother see it next time we have the chance."

“Okay,” Song Chunxue laughed, “I’ll stay home and behave myself when you can beat me.”

She stopped. "Alright, you guys go back. Your wives and children are waiting for you. What's the point of you coming with me?"

The second son spoke up, "I didn't understand before, and I always thought it was meaningless."

Song Chunxue laughed, "Is it interesting now?"

"Alright, you guys go back now. I'll come down to find you when I have time," she urged again.

The mother and son visited each other several times, and finally Song Chunxue watched them turn back before riding her sword up the mountain.

As soon as she arrived at the mountain, she went straight to Master Han.

However, Master Han was not there.

Her two apprentices said they hadn't returned yet, so she took the strange thing and went back to her room to rest.

The next morning, the aroma of chicken soup wafted from the kitchen. Song Chunxue realized that her senior brother was incredibly fast; he had actually found a ramen chef who traveled the streets and alleys and brought him up the mountain.

They were learning how to make ramen in the kitchen, so today's breakfast was chicken ramen.

To her surprise, all the children were there, and they were studying so diligently that Xia's mother and the chef had nowhere to stand.

Song Chunxue, holding a bowl of freshly cooked noodles, squatted down and slurped them down, secretly learning from the cook.

She planned to listen to it briefly and then try it herself when she had some free time.

Master Han stepped into the kitchen and saw Song Chunxue busy eating noodles. He couldn't help but ask, "You promised to be the cook. Are you planning to have the others take your place?"

Song Chunxue swallowed the noodles in her mouth. "How could that be? I stewed meat for lunch, and they saved some for me. It'll last me for several days."

She put down her bowl and beckoned to him mysteriously, "I met someone down the mountain who asked me to give you something."

"Come with me."

They went directly to the corridor at the top of the mountain.

Is it because you're afraid others will see it?

Song Chunxue took out the item from her storage ring and found that the small thing had turned into a wooden box, about the size of a small watermelon, and square in shape.

Master Han reached out and took the box, examining it carefully. He casually remarked, "Didn't he give you anything else as a reward?"

"He gave me a few stones, saying he picked them up by the river. I asked for a few more, and he just gave me a bag." As she spoke, Song Chunxue rummaged through her storage ring, preparing to take them out and look at them.

"No need," Master Han said with a faint smile. "That senior wouldn't give things away easily. Just keep them safe."

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "That senior is also Master Han's senior?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely your senior."

have no idea?

That means the old man was at least the same age as Master Han, which is impossible.

"Are there many beings like you in this world, hundreds or thousands of years old?" Song Chunxue asked curiously. "Why haven't you become immortals?"

Master Han glanced at her. "Do you think we don't want to?"

Song Chunxue awkwardly rubbed her fingers together, her expression remaining impassive. "Okay, I'll go eat noodles then."

Every morning thereafter, Song Chunxue could smell the aroma of ramen.

It's the same every morning and evening, at every meal.

The noodles I learn to make probably won't taste very good.

The dough had been kneaded so many times that it was too stiff.

The ramen chef taught him for three days and then left. Looking at the uneaten noodles, he felt it was such a waste.

He's taught me everything he could; the rest I'll have to figure out myself.

Ye Bai and Chang Feng gave up; they were too tired to eat noodles anymore.

However, Xia's mother and the chef changed the way they ate those noodles, making braised noodles, mixed noodles, fried noodles, fermented bean noodles, and noodles with green beans. They could still eat them even if they were prepared in new ways.

Five days later.

Song Chunxue told everyone that she was going to visit her older sisters and second brother, and asked them to let her know if anything happened.

Everyone was there at that time.

As dusk fell, everyone sat on the steps, basking in the sun after finishing their sword practice.

"Master, can I go with you?" Changyun asked expectantly. "I just want to know what the place where you used to live looked like."

"Master, I want to go too, take me with you." Changfeng really wanted to go.

I've gotten used to being out and about these days, and suddenly having nothing to do feels really strange. I'm restless and always looking for something new to do.

Lord Zhao looked at Zhang Chengxuan, "Have you been there before?"

"Yes, I've met all her sisters."

“Why don’t we go together? I’ve never been to my junior brother’s house before. I only know that he always says his family is poor, very poor, extremely poor, and the mountain is completely bare.” Lord Zhao patted the dust off his clothes. “I want to see if it’s as bald as a bald monk’s head.”

"..." Master Zhang glanced at Song Chunxue, "She wasn't bald in the summer, but she's quite bald now. The grass hasn't even turned green yet, and the willow branches are just starting to turn red. They'll sprout new shoots in a few days."

"I just want to see what it looks like without baldness," Lord Zhao looked up at Master Han leaning against the tree, "Han Qingfeng, are you coming or not?"

"I'm not going."

"Go ahead, I heard the trees on that mountain were struck by lightning, there's probably some lightning-struck wood to collect," Lord Zhao urged. "Don't you want to know if there are any other demons over there? Maybe you'll run into someone you know."