Chapter 1062 Speaking ill of me again
Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky.
Master Han's smile slowly faded, dark clouds gathered, and a fierce storm arose.
He clutched his chest and staggered a few steps, his brows furrowing slightly.
The next moment, he bent over slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Pfft~"
Everyone panicked.
"Master!"
"father!"
"Master Han, what's wrong?"
They didn't understand why he suddenly started vomiting blood.
He's Master Han, after all.
Master Han raised his hand to stop them, saying, "It's alright, there's no need to panic."
He took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a bewildering smile on his face.
"Dad, you're spitting blood, why are you still laughing?"
Han Mo immediately grabbed his wrist, feeling nervous and scared.
"Dad, don't scare me like that. I just became your father, I haven't even had a chance to call him properly yet, don't let him die." Soon, tears welled up in Han Mo's eyes. "Dad, are you really alright?"
Master Han looked at his awkward son and finally showed concern for him, so he raised his hand and patted his head.
This is the bond of blood ties; not only humans, but all living beings are bound by such ties.
He finally understood why he had refused to become an immortal years ago.
Because he hasn't fully understood his own heart yet.
The moment his child recognized him, the question that had puzzled him for years was answered.
It turns out that for everything in the world, whether you are a bird or a beast, a flower or a fish or an insect, or a mortal or a ghost, there is no shortcut.
One's cultivation level can even deceive the Heavenly Dao, but it cannot deceive oneself.
Running away won't solve the problem.
He thought that he needed to start over in terms of family relationships.
Even if one cannot achieve perfect merit in this life, being able to experience the love of parents like an ordinary human being is a kind of fulfillment.
At this moment, the golden lion walked up to Master Han, sniffed his clothes, and then looked at him with concern and worry.
“It’s alright,” Master Han said, pointing to Han Mo. “This is my son, Han Mo. You can play with him from now on. If I’m gone, you must protect him for me.”
"Dad!" Han Mo immediately cried out, "Pah, pah, pah! Don't say such unlucky things! Auntie has told me this many times. Quick, repeat after me, pah, pah, pah! Don't take what I just said seriously."
Song Chunxue looked at Xie Zheng, who squeezed her hand back and gently shook her arm to comfort her.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires, but those who cultivate the Tao are like cattle and sheep. They must eat these things, and then thoroughly digest them until their stomach and intestines can absorb and digest them well before they can be used for their own benefit.
If you can't let go of your greed, you can't put it down.
Song Chunxue never understood why, since heaven and earth created all things in the world and gave them feelings, why do plays, storybooks, and even Buddhist and Taoist practices always require someone to let go?
If you let go of everything, what kind of person are you? You might as well just become a piece of rotten wood.
Now she seems to understand that letting go is not as simple as not caring.
She still has a long way to go on this path.
The lion circled Han Mo, sniffed him, and then lay down at his feet, exposing its belly to show acceptance. The lion completely trusted its master's relative.
The next moment, she was pushed forward two steps.
It turned out that the Qilin beast had transformed into the size of a horse and was imitating human affectionate interactions, almost knocking her off her feet.
“Let’s go. We’ll give this Qilin beast to our senior brother to raise first. If he accepts it, Song Chunxue, that will be a great fortune for you.”
"Huh?" Song Chunxue asked, puzzled. "What great fortune? Does giving gifts bring great fortune? Can I give a lot of gifts?"
"Bang!"
Song Chunxue received a tap on the forehead.
Why do they have the same problem as Zhang Chengxuan and the others, always looking at her head!
If you think she's stupid, just say so. That tap really hurt; for a moment, I felt like the soles of my feet were being hit.
"Master Song, I was disrespectful before. I shouldn't have underestimated you. It's true that I'm jealous of you." Han Mo cupped his hands in greeting. "When we return, could you take me up the mountain to carry stones?"
"This..." Song Chunxue chuckled dryly. This was yet another instance where she had heard that the stones she picked up were very valuable. "If they don't work, don't blame me. I just picked them up randomly."
"No problem, no problem. I know a treasure trove. You can keep half of what you find, and I'll keep the rest." Han Mo smiled and waved to them.
The next moment, they vanished from the spot.
"Then we... sigh~"
Just as Song Chunxue was about to ask them how to get back, she suddenly collapsed in the courtyard she had been in before.
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"Junior brother, junior brother Xie, haven't you two had enough of being lovey-dovey yet? How old are you? It's been several days, haven't you said all the sweet words you need to say?"
Before Lord Zhao could be seen, he strode into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Zhang Chengxuan followed closely behind.
"That's right, Lord Xie promised to play chess with us, but we haven't even seen him yet. However, I know you two are close, so I usually stop my senior brother from doing it. But today's matter is not simple, so we came together. Hope we haven't disturbed your enjoyment?"
Song Chunxue glanced at him sideways, "When did you become so polite, Junior Brother? It sounds rather unpleasant. How come you're even more like Senior Brother than Senior Brother?"
“I’ve always said this,” he said, sitting down in a chair and picking up a buckwheat bun from the table. “Are you two planning to forget your worldly affairs and live like immortals here? You made delicious food but didn’t think of us, and you’ve abandoned your apprentices to us?”
"I haven't..."
"Lord Xie, you're the only one among us without an apprentice. How about I give you my apprentice?" Zhang Chengxuan patted the crumbs off his hands and took a big bite of half of the bread.
Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow, glanced at him, and turned to go to the kitchen.
Xie Zheng felt a little embarrassed; she was angry.
Zhang Chengxuan seemed oblivious, saying, "Sit down, I don't dare eat while you're standing."
“You interrupted her, and she got angry.” Xie Zheng lowered his voice. “She will misunderstand and think that you don’t want to communicate with her.”
Zhang Chengxuan looked up and couldn't help but ask Lord Zhao beside him, "Senior Brother, did I mean that?"
“She’s very perceptive, while you’re just a roughneck. You probably think things through on a whim. She probably just feels that you’re too distant from her.” Lord Zhao picked up a small steamed bun. “You two have quite the appetites.”
Lord Xie chimed in, “I’m not jealous of you, why are you being so formal with her?”
Zhang Chengxuan was taken aback. "Heaven and earth bear witness, I've been quite angry with my disciple these past few days, and I wanted you to help me discipline him. It would be even better if you took him over."
He stood up. "Why are you suddenly so petty? I used to speak so..."
Seeing Song Chunxue return, Zhang Chengxuan sat down again.
Oh no, this time I'm really talking badly about someone.
"Thump!"
Song Chunxue took out a whisk from her storage ring and smacked him hard on the head.
“Why am I angry? You’re talking badly about me again,” she said, pointing to the jar on the table. “These are almonds and goji berries preserved in honey for you to make tea to soothe your lungs and throat. Don’t drink them yourself.”
"..." Xie Zheng silently drank his tea, and the next moment, he was hit on the forehead with a stick.
"In your eyes, am I that easily angered?" She crossed her arms and stared at Xie Zheng. "Hmm?"
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