Chapter 1081 Don't Let a Single One Go
Before Song Chunxue could even feel sad, she was completely bewildered by Xie Zheng's shy demeanor.
What's going on? I remember her, but I don't remember their relationship?
What's going on? How old is she?
And she still has to struggle with a man who isn't young... no, he's still quite attractive, and just now he even caused a female cultivator from the Quanzhen Sect to lose her Dao heart and regress in her cultivation!
Is she now going to go through a whole chase with a 41-year-old man, all over and over again?
Haha, just thinking about it makes me feel exhausted.
Song Chunxue really wanted to find that crazy Taoist Qingxuan and see if his head had been slammed in a door!
It's one thing to be too cowardly to express your feelings, but what kind of skill is it to beat someone else's almost-gotten partner until their memory is confused?
Thinking about this, she became furious.
She finally felt that things had settled down in her love life and was ready to wholeheartedly seek a master to cultivate herself, and now this happens?
Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?
She quickly got up. "Now that you're awake, eat something. I'll have someone bring you some food."
Xie Zheng noticed that something was wrong with her. "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Song Chunxue said, her heart softening at the sight of his puzzled and anxious expression. "By the way, do you remember who I am?"
"Huh?" Xie Zheng looked blank. "You're Sister Song? Did I forget who you were before?"
"No, you were slightly injured and unconscious for a day, so I was just asking. Do you remember what our relationship is?"
"Aren't you... fellow Daoist?" Xie Zheng pointed at the two of them. "Aren't we fellow disciples with Zhang Chengxuan, who have gone through thick and thin together and whose bond is stronger than gold? Could it be that you two think my cultivation is not good enough and are not going to take me along?"
"..." Never mind, the more you ask, the more upset you'll get. Song Chunxue forced a smile. "No, just remember to listen carefully, then I'm relieved. Get some rest."
After saying that, she picked up Wuyou and stepped out of the room with a gloomy expression.
Lord Zhao, who was guarding outside the door, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Well, does he still remember your relationship?"
"Where is Qingxuan? Lead me there." Song Chunxue's tone was calm, but her jaw tightened unconsciously, and the murderous intent in her eyes was obvious.
Zhang Chengxuan asked tentatively, "He's not doing too well right now either. He was stabbed by Wuyou, and Daoist Fenglei is healing him."
"Don't rush to heal your wounds yet! I haven't even made a move. What are you healing for?" Song Chunxue stepped forward quickly. "Wuyou, take me there!"
"Alright, I also think that cut was too shallow, here!"
With a "whoosh," two figures darted out.
Lord Zhao panicked and said to Zhang Chengxuan, "You go see Xie Zheng first, I'll go find Master Han. Where are those two now? They can't have really made enemies, can they?"
Zhang Chengxuan watched his senior brother's retreating figure and chuckled softly, "The cooked duck has come back to life. It's no wonder they've made enemies. Junior brother hates trouble the most, and he's also afraid the duck will fly away. Tsk, this is going to be interesting."
"Squeak~"
Xie Zheng opened the door from the inside and smiled when he saw Zhang Chengxuan. "Senior brother, you're here but you didn't come in. What were you muttering about outside?"
"It's nothing. How are you feeling? Do you remember who hit you?"
Lord Xie pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't remember it very clearly, but I remember a female cultivator blushing and excitedly telling me that Heaven is merciful and asking if I still remembered her. Then I was slapped away by a man. He was so jealous that he almost broke my ribs."
He asked Zhang Chengxuan to sit down, rubbed his temples and muttered, "My mind is a mess. I keep thinking about things from the past, but I can't remember them clearly."
At this point, his expression turned sour, and he lowered his voice to ask seriously, "Just now, Song Chunxue was holding my hand and watching over me by the bed. Did she mistake me for someone else? Doesn't she prefer you?"
Zhang Chengxuan had a headache and looked at her seriously, "Xie Zheng, I think you're really confused. How could she possibly like me?"
He frowned and held out his palm. "Let me check your pulse. Don't say this outside, or she'll be angry with you."
Xie Zheng was puzzled and naturally extended his wrist, "Why is she angry with me? Didn't you tell me back then..."
He didn't say the rest, because Zhang Chengxuan's gaze was so intimidating that he felt he had said the wrong thing.
How old are you this year?
"Hmm?" Xie Zheng raised an eyebrow. "Senior brother is acting strangely today. Aren't I forty-four years old this year?"
Zhang Chengxuan thought to himself, "That's it. Everything else is still going on, but I completely forgot about this."
It seems that when that Daoist Qingxuan made his move, he was determined to sever Xie Zheng's relationship with that female cultivator, but by a twist of fate, he ended up severing Xie Zheng's relationship with Song Chunxue as well.
He sighed helplessly.
"Why did you sigh, Senior Brother?" Xie Zheng asked nervously. "Am I about to die?"
Zhang Chengxuan picked up the cold tea and took a sip. "Let's get straight to the point. Let me tell you what has happened these past few days."
"Alright, please go ahead, senior brother." Xie Zheng raised his hand and pressed the top of his head. "I feel like my head is all foggy."
...
"Clang!"
Song Chunxue kicked open the door and strode into Qingxuan's room.
"What are you trying to do? This is not your home. Get out." Master Fenglei coldly rebuked, "My disciple is injured and needs to rest. If you have something to say, say it outside."
Song Chunxue pointed her Wuyou sword at him, "Since he's unconscious, you'll have to deal with the mistake your disciple made!"
As she spoke, she raised her sword and slashed at the target.
"clang!"
"The Worry-Free Sword!" Master Feng Lei's whisk, which he instinctively used to defend himself, broke in two. "You are the owner of the Worry-Free Sword?"
“That’s right, it is I,” Song Chunxue sneered. “You and your disciples are a bunch of oddballs. I can’t quell my anger without a fight. Take this!”
Before Master Fenglei could reply, Wuyou slashed at him again.
He used a teleportation technique to appear outside the door, saying, "If you want to fight, go outside and fight."
"I won't!" Song Chunxue raised her hand and twirled her sword. "This room is an eyesore. Don't let anything go."
"Alright, this is my favorite thing to do, hehe~"
"Clang, ping, bang, thud, crash, bang..."
In the blink of an eye, the afterimage of Wuyou returned to Song Chunxue's hand.
Everything in the room made a loud noise, including the bed where the person was sleeping; all four legs broke, and the entire bed slumped down.
Besides the beams overhead, everything below the roof, even the teacup on the table, was shattered into pieces.
"Haha, how was my technique?"
Wuyou's tone was somewhat proud, as if she was still seeking praise.
“Not bad,” Song Chunxue said expressionlessly as she stepped out of the door. “I’ll show you what I’m capable of later. Don’t they like to bully the weak? I will too.”
Master Fenglei's right eyelid twitched violently, and he quickly tapped a circle with his finger inside his sleeve.
"Fellow Daoist, let's talk this out slowly. Today's events are a misunderstanding..."
"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll cut off all your beards!"
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