Chapter 1267 Putting Yourself First
"..."
Wuyou was a little angry.
With her being so supportive, she actually had the nerve to care about what kind of sounds he could make.
It's just the sound of clapping, but he can imitate the chirping of cicadas, the braying of donkeys, and even play a piece called "Guangling San".
But he didn't want to!
Hmph, not at all!
This woman is relentless; she's ruined such a good atmosphere with her teasing.
Song Chunxue noticed Wuyou's...emotion?
This word is something he can use. It's not surprising that the spirit sword has emotions, so he can get angry too.
"Well, never mind, I'll keep practicing, you go for a drive."
"..." Go ahead and ask, go ahead and ask!
Wuyou was furious. "I was going to give you a stunning performance of 'Song of the Eight-Sided Enemy,' but why are you being such a coward!"
They're not following the rules!
Therefore, Song Chunxue saw Wuyou floating in the air, and it even began to hum softly.
"Why are you still angry?" Song Chunxue stopped what she was doing and said seriously, "I didn't ask you to perform a talent, I was just asking out of curiosity."
Since he can speak, but not with his throat, perhaps he can make other sounds.
The thought crossed her mind in an instant, and she asked.
"If I've upset you, you can just say so, and I'll be more careful next time."
"Huh!" Wuyou jumped back in surprise. "Unbelievable, Song Chunxue! You're speaking to me so politely and gently now. Is it because we've talked about Lord Xie?"
"No, it's because I suddenly realized that I cherish the moment when you can speak and accompany me to practice boring things in a secluded place."
"Tsk tsk!" A series of rattling sounds came from behind. Wuyou said in a panic, "You're using 'you' all of a sudden, so polite. I'm a little scared. Don't be so mushy. You should become more powerful sooner. If you can command troops on the battlefield, then my choice will have been right."
"You better be more capable, then I'll look good too. Stop with this useless nonsense!"
Song Chunxue smiled and cupped her hands in greeting, "Yes, Sword Immortal."
"..." Watermelon rind!
Wuyou turned and flew away in a flash.
*
Before she knew it, Song Chunxue had reached the third quarter of the clown's quarters.
At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), she arrived at the mountaintop.
Sure enough, Deng Kui was there.
Her silver hair was still clearly visible in the darkness before dawn, and as it drew nearer, she felt uneasy.
Thankfully, upon closer inspection, it wasn't something floating, and she finally felt relieved.
"Where did Master Song go? I thought you were going to break your promise," Deng Kui said, looking at the rolling hills around them. "I didn't expect that such a scene would bring me peace of mind. I thought it would be like the desert, making me feel lonely and sad with its vast emptiness."
The autumn night wind at dawn was cool, causing clothes to flutter, and the howling sound from the mountaintop was melancholic and sorrowful.
But soon, the thought of having the opportunity to stand here and appreciate this filled Song Chunxue with a sense of relief and joy.
“There’s life here, fertile fields and trees, though not many, but they can barely keep out some of the wind and sand,” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “Can’t you smell it? The air is so fresh it’s invigorating. The righteous energy of heaven and earth is flowing towards us and working for us. How can you be sad? You should be happy.”
As she spoke, Song Chunxue found a sheltered ravine and sat down directly on a clod of earth that had rolled down from the mountain.
"Sit down. Since you've asked me for cultivation tips, I don't really have any. I have my own way of understanding what my senior brother and master taught me. I'll tell you, just don't laugh at me."
"Perhaps this method only works for me, you should try it."
Deng Kui nodded, "Okay."
She sat directly on the ground, crossed her legs, heels touching her thighs, hands on her knees with her thumbs and middle fingers touching, eyes closed, facing east.
"Don't rush to circulate your energy. Just regulate your breathing. Focus on introspection first, and don't examine your meridians in detail."
"But I can't see it."
"..." Song Chunxue opened her eyes, she was very surprised.
Deng Kui met her surprised expression and said, "That's why my master said I have no hope of achieving the Golden Core stage and that I should cherish the rest of my life."
"So you had a lot of bad luck?"
"Yes, I often fall asleep before I can last even half an hour."
Song Chunxue had never encountered this situation before and was unsure how to help her.
No, I gave her stones that day; maybe I could now.
"Perhaps you haven't found the right person, or you've always lacked self-confidence and let your prejudices hold you back. Why don't you try with me today?" Song Chunxue said gently. "Perhaps you want to find a female cultivator like me. Some people don't like men; their sharpness can affect your composure."
Deng Kui's eyes lit up. "Yes, I've always been like this, but I always thought I was too old, or that I grew up in a family of only girls, so I always tried to avoid men..."
"So you're afraid of your master?"
Deng Kui was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes, I'm scared."
Song Chunxue realized that she might have experienced many hardships since childhood, just like herself, and only became enlightened very late.
She started her cultivation journey after a complete overhaul, unlike Deng Kui, who faced even greater difficulties than Song Chunxue.
"Then stop thinking about who you are, your age, your appearance, whether you are male or female, and stop feeling like you don't belong. You are more capable than men, so don't put anything in your eyes, including gods, but put yourself first."
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