Chapter 1290 A Young Female Cultivator
"well?"
"Hey!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
"Where do you think you're going? Don't hide!"
"ha!"
Why are you running?!
"Sorry, I used too much force and hurt your leg."
"Ouch, oops, oops, I poked my foot! Ugh, ouch, ouch, ouch, that tastes awful!"
"I'm going to throw up, ugh~ Ba Wang, come quick! These ignorant fools dare to covet us. Let them taste our power! Kneel down before Grandpa, I won't even give them a second glance!"
Before she finished speaking, the Overlord sword in Song Chunxue's hand shot out.
The five men had hesitated for a moment because they clearly felt they were no match for this sword.
The talking sword truly lives up to its name.
But then another sword came and snapped both of their swords in two, knocking them to the ground.
"Run! Run! We can't beat them!"
"You two from the Jiao family are practically sending us to our deaths! That's not what you said before!"
"That damned Jiao, his heart is despicable! This isn't just talking, it's clearly a murder plot!"
The newcomers turned around and ran down the mountain, since going uphill was too strenuous and running downhill was easier.
"Don't run away! We haven't had enough fun yet. This is just the beginning." Wuyou darted in front of them and drew a line with a "swish, swish, swish." "Don't run out. Wait until Grandpa is done playing before you leave, or I'll chop off your legs."
Song Chunxue sat there and said, "Don't go too far. What will you do if you cut off their hands and feet? We'll have to cast a spell on them to make them forget these things later. Just tease them a little."
"Hmph, then you'll get off easy." With that, Wuyou darted out, tripping the two of them.
Now, five burly men were howling like ghosts in the mountain valley. It was the time when everyone was resting in the afternoon, and apart from the playful children, almost no one went out.
So, the children who heard the noise were so frightened that they went home and went to sleep quietly.
"Don't cry, what are you crying for, you're a grown man, have some backbone."
"Oh dear, you've wet your pants! Aren't you ashamed? Get up and run!"
"Quick, quick, run that way, I'll chase you."
"Yes, yes, oh dear, you fell down again. You're so useless, your legs are weak. Why are you shaking like that?"
Being chased and attacked by two incredibly fast swords, the group was terrified and practically ran away in a panic.
One of the more timid ones knocked himself unconscious.
The remaining four kowtowed and begged for their lives, offering gifts as they ran to Song Chunxue, pleading for her mercy.
"This is all I have, twenty or thirty taels of silver. Please, Master Song, show mercy and make them stop. We were really wrong."
"We were blind to your greatness, please be magnanimous and forgive us."
Song Chunxue watched as Wuyou used both hands and feet to climb up from below, but Wuyou spun around their heels and necks, and the second and third quickly fainted.
Song Chunxue pressed her palm down, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb others. Never bully others in the future. Didn't your master teach you that learning kung fu is just about bullying the weak?"
"Yes, yes, my master said so, but I forgot. Please be merciful and let us go."
Song Chunxue nodded, "Wuyou, Bawang, come back."
As she spoke, she stood up and sprinkled some powder on the face of the person in front of her. "Go to sleep."
The other two also knelt on the ground, waiting for Song Chunxue to sprinkle the medicine powder.
Wuyou clicked her tongue twice, "They got off too easy."
Afterwards, Song Chunxue carried the five people to the top of the mountain and laid them down under an apricot tree, asking Wuyou, who had an invisibility talisman on him, to watch over them so they wouldn't be eaten by wolves.
Afterwards, she led the stubborn donkey back home.
Last night, she mentioned to her second brother and sister-in-law that she was going to take them to Jiangnan, but they were not excited and were even worried.
Despite Song Chunxue's best efforts to persuade her, not only did it have no effect, but her fourth sister's idea of going on a trip was also discouraged.
The second brother said he dared not fly in the sky, even if she had tools to make them walk on the ground as if they were on the ground, he still wouldn't go.
He was just an ordinary farmer, with no ambition to go anywhere, and although the misty rain of Jiangnan was beautiful, he didn't want to go there.
The second brother's concerns were not without merit. Even if she were a deity, she might encounter trouble while traveling around during times of widespread suffering.
Moreover, she was merely a cultivator with some skill.
The thought that she would be watched wherever she went made Song Chunxue give up the idea.
Since they don't feel regret, let them be.
Everyone has their own ambitions; she's just obsessed.
So she stayed in the valley as planned, peacefully spending the autumn and winter there.
She will return to reunite with her fellow disciples next spring.
In the village, the four seasons change very clearly. After two autumn rains, she felt the chill of winter.
I sent a bag of paper money to my second sister, and before I knew it, it was the first day of the tenth lunar month, the Cold Clothes Festival.
Song Chunxue was exceptionally busy that day.
She carried the paper money and paper clothes she had cut over half a month and went to several places to burn them.
Before my parents, before my eldest and second eldest sisters, and before the Jiang family ancestral graves.
The next day, it snowed lightly.
Song Chunxue lit a fire inside the house, and even the stubborn donkey didn't like to wander outside and wanted to stay inside.
Song Chunxue laid out a thick quilt for the stubborn donkey so he could lie on it at night.
During this period, Qi Yun and Changfeng Changyun came twice.
They brought Song Chunxue charcoal and a newly made cotton quilt.
Ah Lai would often ride his sword over to ask her about new questions when no one was looking.
They would go into the mountains to practice their swordsmanship late at night, and along the way, they would take care of several unruly petty thieves.
In mid-October, Deng Kui, the senior who had been saved by Song Chunxue, returned.
This time, she looked great and brought Song Chunxue a lot of dried meat, as well as homemade cured sausages, dried radishes, and even a few paintings by famous artists, which were hung in the empty house.
The new house is decorated with calligraphy and paintings by Lord Zhao and Taoist Han, but the walls of the north room are bare.
Deng Kui slept in that room again for another night, and the next day she cleaned the room thoroughly.
“Master Song, you must not be comfortable staying here. This place holds your past. You’ve been here since you were a child, and the deeply ingrained things in your mind are hard to shake off, which is not conducive to cultivation.”
Song Chunxue nodded, "I know. I'll leave next spring."
She's just resting here for a while.
"Then how about you help me meditate and let me stay for a few days?" Deng Kui looked at the flames in the stove and stretched out her hands to warm them. "I'll clean the house for you."
"Fine, you..."
"No!" Qi Yun suddenly appeared and strode across the threshold. "You don't even want me as your disciple, so why keep someone else? Master, you're too biased."
"..." Song Chunxue looked at Qi Yun, who was dressed in brocade, and wondered how he had suddenly appeared. Could it be that he had been nearby for the past few days?
"And this is..." Deng Kui stood up, "...your apprentice?"
Her eyes held a hint of doubt as she cupped her hands and said, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."
“He’s my apprentice,” Song Chunxue added a piece of firewood to the stove. “What brings you here?”
"Grandmaster Uncle and Grandmaster Han are here. They're going to a senior's birthday banquet in a few days. Are you going?" Qi Yun whispered. "Lord Xie is also here."
That's not all.
"Has something happened?" She knew that neither Master Han nor Lord Zhao liked to travel far, especially when the world was in turmoil.
“Master is wise. There is indeed something on your mind, so my senior uncle wants to give you something and asked me to call them over.” Qi Yun raised his hand to cover his mouth. “They are also accompanied by a very young female cultivator who is with Lord Xie. Are you really not going?”
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