Chapter 1119 Where is my senior brother?
Because she was worried about Xie Zheng's health, Song Chunxue quickly finished the exquisite food, wanting to return as soon as possible.
But they actually spent half a day exchanging pleasantries.
Because Song Chunxue and Qingxuan had been fighting fiercely for nine hours, everyone was eager to see this disciple who fought like a raging bull. Many of Master's acquaintances came over to ask her questions and exchanged a few pleasantries with her.
Song Chunxue responded to each question with a smile, her face almost stiff from smiling so much.
Turning around, one could see a barrier between Lord Zhao and Taoist Han, making it impossible for anyone to approach.
But it wasn't good for things to remain in this stalemate, so at her master's instruction, Song Chunxue took the initiative to step forward.
"What's wrong with you two? Did you fight or did your negotiations break down? Don't be like this, it's scary." Song Chunxue poured each of them a glass of wine in a conciliatory manner. "A senior shared half of his good wine with me. It's said to improve cultivation. Would you like to try some?"
Lord Zhao glanced at Daoist Han, then picked up the wine in front of him.
Before the wine glass could even be brought to his lips, Master Han stopped him and fed it to himself.
"That is..." Lord Zhao had already smelled the aroma of the wine. After watching Master Han drink it, he knew he couldn't take it from him. "Never mind, you keep it for now. Pour me a cup separately when we get back."
"What, are you wary of me?" Master Han sneered. "Shouldn't you be offering me a toast to apologize?"
Song Chunxue bit her lip, trying not to reveal her gossipy side.
"Did Senior Brother offend Martial Uncle?" Song Chunxue turned to look at Lord Zhao. "Senior Brother, we are the juniors after all. Martial Uncle helped you so much. He even saved your life yesterday and carried you back from the valley. Have you thanked Martial Uncle yet?"
Lord Zhao looked at the object before him with a strange expression and remained silent for a moment.
"Then I'll thank my martial uncle. He saved my life again." Lord Zhao glanced uncomfortably at Daoist Han, then looked at the wine cup in his hand. "I'll toast you. I owe you so much for saving my life; I can't repay it all. I won't keep talking about repaying it from now on. From now on, I will respect my martial uncle. I'll be at your beck and call whenever you need me. I will never cause you any trouble like before."
"..." Oh dear, Song Chunxue pursed her lips tightly, really wanting to know what had happened between them.
When did the eldest brother upset his uncle, and how?
She didn't think their relationship was anything more than innocent, but seeing two familiar, good-looking men sitting together bickering made her feel both happy and restless.
The key point is that what they said was too suggestive.
You can't blame her; it's probably just her nature.
"What are you so happy about?" Master Han glanced at Song Chunxue. "Go play somewhere else."
"..." You think she's in your way?
She stood up and bowed slightly, "Then I won't disturb you any longer. There's a very pretty junior sister over there."
Neither of them responded.
As Song Chunxue walked, she pondered, and she finally understood why her senior brother insisted on not using the python as a mount!
Oh dear, why did it take her so long to realize?
The eldest brother and Master Han have such a good relationship, and Master Han was originally a python, so how could another python suddenly appear?
There can only be one python by the eldest brother's side.
Hahaha, she finally discovered the truth.
And so it turns out the senior brother liked the python so early on.
Thinking this, she couldn't help but bite her fingers and chuckle foolishly.
"Hey, are you possessed?" Zhang Chengxuan came over carrying a bunch of grapes. "Come and try the grapes from this heaven. They taste very good. I packed two bunches for Lord Xie."
"Hmm?" Song Chunxue felt a little ashamed for a moment. She hadn't even thought about bringing Xie Zheng anything back.
"What else did you pack?" Song Chunxue turned around. "I saw that Lord Zhao and Daoist Han were busy arguing and didn't have time to eat those good things, so I packed them all for Xie Zheng."
“Master Han also has one, but you can put one on your senior brother.” As he spoke, Zhang Chengxuan patted his storage ring. “I went into the orchard with a few fellow Daoists I just met and we picked some fruit. Everyone got a share.”
"An orchard too?" Song Chunxue was indignant. "Such a good thing, why didn't you invite me?"
“We went quietly; it wouldn’t be good if there were too many people.” Zhang Chengxuan took out another bright red fruit. “We’ll give it to Lord Xie, but only after he’s fully recovered.”
Why?
“It’s for male enhancement,” Zhang Chengxuan said casually. “Save your energy until you’re fully recovered, both of you should…”
"Shut up!" Song Chunxue turned around and snapped, "Are you being so informal with me now?"
“It’s my fault,” Zhang Chengxuan stroked his beard, “but it’s a matter of course. I don’t even mind that I’m an uninitiated… so why are you being so serious?”
"I……"
“If you weren’t unwilling to have children, I was thinking that if you had a child with him, I would raise it.”
"..." Song Chunxue's eyes widened, then she looked around, pointed at him, and scolded, "You wish!"
“Twins would be best,” Zhang Chengxuan said, counting on his fingers. “I’ve thought about it carefully, and if I have children, this is the most reliable way.”
Song Chunxue was in a real bind, but thankfully there was no one else around.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Then forget about it. It must have been someone else's child. I've already drunk the sterilization soup."
"Wh...what?" Zhang Chengxuan stared at her in disbelief. "How could you do this!"
This is her own body, why can't she do this?
But judging from his reaction, it seemed as if he had heard some terrible news, and Song Chunxue also felt uneasy.
"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Song Chunxue whispered. "I asked, and the soup is harmless and won't damage my essence."
"Who gave you the soup?"
"I got the medicine from an eighty-year-old doctor at the clinic. He's so old, he definitely wouldn't harm me."
Zhang Chengxuan pointed his finger repeatedly, then slowly walked down the steps. "I'm going to find my master. Don't follow me."
His tone and expression were so serious that Song Chunxue dared not disobey.
"Fellow Daoist, you must be Song Chunxue?" A young Daoist nun approached. "I've heard your sword can speak human language. May I take a look?"
Seeing her expectant expression, Song Chunxue said apologetically, "I'm sorry, sister, that sword went out for a walk and hasn't returned yet."
"Ah? It can even let out a whirlwind? What a spiritual sword that must be," the Taoist nun said, her face round and her eyes round. She took out a small stone from her bosom. "This is a whetstone. It can make the blade sharper. I wonder if he will like it."
"Is this for the sword?" Song Chunxue reached out and took it. "Then I thank you on his behalf."
"You're welcome. I hope I can see him in person next time," the young nun waved to Song Chunxue. "My name is Bailing. You must come next year."
"Okay, goodbye, Little Nightingale."
"Goodbye," Bailing said, running out of the main hall.
Song Chunxue looked curiously at the stone in her hand, "A whetstone?"
"Let me see." Master Han walked over.
Is there something wrong with this stone?
"It still needs to be verified. I'll try it when I get back and then return it to you." Master Han stepped down the steps. "It's time to go back. Don't leave the stubborn mule behind."
"Where is my senior brother?"
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