Chapter 1226 Be Careful in Everything
Song Chunxue was somewhat surprised that her master had discovered her so quickly.
But considering Master's current level of attainment, it makes sense.
She was surprised that her master cared about her safety, which warmed her heart and lessened the chill that the thieves had left in her.
“I’m fine, but why send Qi Yun over? I don’t want him. Send Chang Yun over; at least he’ll give me pills every day.”
Zhang Chengxuan chuckled twice, seemingly with a gloating expression.
“He was personally chosen by our master. Although Changyun can refine pills, his cultivation is not good enough. He can’t help you when you encounter evil cultivators.” He said gently, “You should be content. He wouldn’t dare to have any other thoughts now, so don’t worry.”
Song Chunxue snorted, "I know, it's just that I find it troublesome. We're not familiar enough with each other, and if I'm not polite enough to him, I might offend his family, which would only cause me trouble."
"He's your own apprentice, after all. You should personally guide him and help him adapt. Don't just hand him over to me like a hands-off manager. You're the one who chose to take him on." Then, he changed the subject, "By the way, haven't you been in touch with Xie Zheng lately?"
Subconsciously, Song Chunxue felt a little annoyed.
"Why contact them? What are they contacting? In what capacity are they contacting them?" Song Chunxue didn't want to talk about this. "It's getting late. You should all get some rest. I'm on my way."
"It seems you still harbor some resentment towards him. But lately, every time we contact each other, he asks about you. Perhaps... you should go to the capital to see him in a while."
Song Chunxue frowned. "What are you looking at him for? Don't you know that a single sentence can lead to lingering feelings? I hate that the most."
"Are you sure you've forgotten him so quickly?"
"Fine, I was just mentioning it. Don't get too worked up. I'm not him." Zhang Chengxuan coughed lightly. "Do you think I like to be a nagging mother? When you're out and about, you should mind your own business as much as possible. Your life is more important. Don't always take chances. That's what my master told me."
These words made Song Chunxue laugh out loud. "Okay, thank you, senior brother, thank you, master."
The connection has disappeared.
Song Chunxue followed behind the donkey cart, and couldn't help but smile as she listened to the piglets' "grunts".
"Mother, are you alright?" The eldest son turned around. "You didn't respond when I spoke to you. Are you injured?"
"No, I was just thinking about something." Song Chunxue stepped forward and pushed the cart. "We're going uphill, so be careful. The child is asleep, so don't fall."
"Um."
An hour later, they arrived at the winding mountain road of Dongshan and entered the apricot grove.
They found a secluded spot in the woods and stopped to rest.
Song Chunxue was in charge of keeping watch and protecting everyone's safety.
The eldest brother insisted on switching with her, but Song Chunxue kicked him.
Honestly, she's starting to wonder if she and her husband are just incompatible; she gets annoyed just listening to him nag.
She used to be very accommodating to the boss.
Sigh, family ties are sometimes hard to define.
Well, anyway, she really can't get along well with the children at home right now.
She leaned against the apricot tree and thought carefully about the relationship between her and her son, and felt that she couldn't be entirely blamed.
Actually, she's become quite perceptive with people now. As soon as the boss opens his mouth, she can guess what he's thinking. No little scheme can escape her notice.
Compared to his apprentice, the eldest brother was too long-winded and indecisive, lacking any manliness.
Although he is much better than before.
However, as the saying goes, "You can't talk about ice with a summer insect," and the fact that she could no longer have a proper conversation with her eldest brother was what saddened her the most.
But what does it matter how sad it is? That's just how it is.
Although they are mother and son, they are no longer family members who share weal and woe.
In the future, the mother and son are destined not to have too deep an entanglement.
Another hour later, dawn broke, and the city gates opened just as they descended the mountain.
The first to rush out of the city was a group of soldiers, heading towards the direction of Dongshan.
They probably received the news and went to the scene.
They arrived at the fort, and Hongying's family stayed there.
"Mother, eldest son, you're back!" Hongying greeted Li Dazui's wife warmly, "Come in quickly."
"By the way, Mother, Meiyang received news last night that things are not peaceful in the city recently, so he sent his wife and children to stay here as well."
"Yes, of course. We can squeeze in if we want. We have plenty of rooms, so please bear with us." As she spoke, Song Chunxue took out a silver bracelet from her sleeve. "Here, I got it made in Jincheng."
Jiang Hongying was initially a little annoyed, but upon seeing the exquisitely crafted silver bracelet, she immediately beamed with joy.
“Mom, why are you being so polite with me? We’re all acquaintances, just visiting each other,” Jiang Hongying quickly slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. “Hehe, it’s quite shiny, and the pattern is pretty.”
"Where are the children? Have they been out lately?" Song Chunxue looked around and quietly put up a talisman. "You'd better not go out. We encountered robbers and bandits on our way here last night."
"Ah? Are you alright?" Jiang Hongying was so startled that she dropped the bracelet on the ground.
"It's alright, I'll go boil some water for a bath. Find me a packet of mugwort and Sichuan peppercorns." Song Chunxue put the bracelet she had returned on Hongying's wrist. "I don't like wearing these things now."
Hongying then accepted it with peace of mind.
The courtyard was noisy, but the laughter, children's play, and the smell of cooking from the kitchen diluted the chilling and terrifying atmosphere of the previous night.
Song Chunxue believed that if everyone listened to her advice, they would surely get through this ordeal safely.
The son-in-law is a cautious person; if you entrust him with the care of the whole family, he will definitely be able to handle it well.
She was worried because her eldest brother and his sister Hongying were both rather careless.
Mei Yang had also grown a beard, making him look much more weathered, but he was still composed and dignified. His gorgeous and exquisite clothes made him look like a successful official.
He was also like a merchant traveling west, eloquent and always smiling.
He carried two melons, cut them open to separate everyone, and then greeted Song Chunxue, who was sunbathing and drying her hair, as she came out of the room.
"Here, have some melon first. I knew you were coming. Your child is always on your mind. There's been quite a commotion lately. Were you one of those martial arts figures who suddenly appeared and disappeared?"
Mei Yang squatted down on the steps, holding a piece of melon, and sat down casually.
Song Chunxue found the melons from Huangrang very delicious, took one and took a bite. They were even sweeter and tastier than she had imagined.
“Yes, I was there too. I ran into them last night,” she said softly. “But I was too late. They killed a lot of people, but the food and livestock are still there.”
Mei Yang's heart clenched; her casual remark sent chills down her spine.
Are we already this close?
The last time was in the next county.
"Thanks to you, were all the robbers killed?"
"Yes, not a single one was left." She sniffed her fingers. "It's just that they smell of blood, which is troublesome."
"Will it affect your cultivation?" Mei Yang asked, his cheeks puffed out as he finished eating the melon rind. "Don't worry about it too much. Just think of those damned people as killing melons."
Song Chunxue remained silent.
"I've heard that the most important thing about spiritual practice is how you think. All your thoughts and ideas are part of your spiritual practice and experience. In times of war, who doesn't kill? Don't think of yourself as a monk."
"I know, it's not that sentimental, it's just that I suddenly felt that when the world gets chaotic, we are like ants." Song Chunxue quickly dried her hair. "I'm going out to see my sister and the others."
If we can bring them over, we should bring them all over to live here. After all, the backyard has been completely renovated, and four new houses have been built.
Mei Yang looked at her neat and tidy men's clothing and couldn't help but smile and nod, "Okay, you look reassuring when you go out dressed like this. I envy how light and agile you are."
He had already sensed it; as he got older, although he still practiced boxing, his steps became heavier than before.
"Don't just be envious, practice!" Song Chunxue tied her hair back and wrapped a wristband around her neck. "Are you financially well-off?"
Mei Yang patted his chest. "How much do you want?"
Song Chunxue laughed, "Looks like you don't need me to pay you anymore. You've made some money?"
"Although we don't earn much, we certainly won't let you lose money." Mei Yang solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute. "Be careful in everything you do."
Suddenly, he turned to look at the man at the door, "Who is this pretty boy?"
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