Chapter 1320 So miserable and shameful
The room fell silent, with only the two brothers remaining, yet they remained silent for a long time.
Song Chunxue wanted to get out of bed to pour tea for her senior brother, but Zhang Chengxuan went straight to the tea table.
"Don't move. Resting is the most important thing." He sat down in the chair and turned the exquisite teacup. "Qi Yun is indeed rich. This inn looks inconspicuous from the outside, but it costs one or two taels of silver a night. The bedding is all new. It is suitable for discerning people to stay in."
Even the pillows were covered with brand-new embroidered cloth, scented with incense, and smelled wonderful and very calming.
Song Chunxue nodded, "They are different from ordinary mountain spirits. They have a deep foundation that has been passed down for thousands of years. I have really messed with them this time."
She looked at her senior brother; he had seemed quite flustered just now, but how come he was so calm now?
"Senior brother, didn't you just say you had something important to say?"
Zhang Chengxuan picked up his teacup and took two sips. "Didn't your apprentice make a promise? I'm relieved now."
"You believe him?"
“I have my own judgment,” Zhang Chengxuan said gently, with his usual composure. “He has passed Master Han’s test, and I believe he will not easily entrust our safety to a scheming vixen.”
Song Chunxue leaned against the quilt, her whole body relaxing.
She closed her eyes, and many people appeared before her, seemingly in a room, including her senior brother.
She quickly opened her eyes, unsure whether it was an illusion or a revelation of the future.
"Is Mengzhongjun still around? Has his injury healed?"
Zhang Chengxuan placed a bundle on the table. "It's still inside. They only gave me one Cold Spirit Stone. His injuries are too severe, so his recovery will be slow. Do you want to find him?"
“Hmm, I have something to ask him.” Song Chunxue smiled bitterly, “Why aren’t you nervous at all? We might be attacked by the entire fox clan.”
Zhang Chengxuan poured himself another cup of tea, but it still felt a bit bland.
"It's alright, we didn't lose out. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been dealing with the fox clan so early. You didn't lose out, did you? What's more, without Master's help, we would have been worrying for nothing. Just let things take their course. Panicking won't solve anything."
Originally, Song Chunxue was a little unsure, but her senior brother's words made her want to get a good night's sleep.
"So many years have passed, but Master Zhang is still my good senior and good senior brother. You are more like a cultivator than I am." Recalling the past, she said sincerely, "Senior brother, I must have caused you a lot of trouble over the years."
Zhang Chengxuan raised his hand, took out another Illusionary Spirit Stone and threw it into the bag, frowning in displeasure upon hearing the sound.
"That sounds weird. What else do you want to say?" His tone was threatening and warning.
Song Chunxue felt that if she said another word, her senior brother would mercilessly whip her with his whisk.
But she still had to say it.
Winter is generally cold, so people tend to plan ahead.
She was grabbed by that old fox and beaten like a firecracker; she felt that her life might end in that cramped cave.
Although the Cold Spirit Stone worked and the external injuries were no longer visible, my chest and bones still ached.
She took out half a bag, took two bites like chewing beans, and before she could even finish chewing, it was quickly absorbed.
“Senior brother, I was almost beaten to death before. That old fox was really heavy-handed and showed no mercy to women. He was very rude. Compared to him, Xie Zheng, even if he has amnesia, is a thousand times better.”
Zhang Chengxuan laughed, "Then why did you send him away?"
“But those who remain attached to the past will only suffer more. Thankfully, he’s gone. I was afraid he’d be having a bad year and might be even worse off than me,” Song Chunxue said earnestly. “You probably all think I’m usually quite lucky, but I always have this feeling…”
"Shut up. This is what happens when your body is weak. Stop thinking about all that nonsense. I think you're getting worse the more you try to cultivate. Do you understand the importance of avoiding prophecies?"
"..." Why is it so difficult to talk to my senior brother? Song Chunxue leaned back in frustration. He must have guessed what she was going to say.
That's incredibly superstitious. Why would you need to avoid prophecies? Don't you understand the importance of being a decent person?
I don't argue with him, but talking to him still hurts my chest.
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking on the door immediately put them on alert.
"I'll go check on him. You can go to sleep peacefully for now." Master Zhang casually placed the cloth bag beside her bed. "If you have any questions, ask him yourself."
He was referring to Mengzhongjun.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Before Zhang Chengxuan even reached the door, the knocking became louder.
Song Chunxue sensed something was wrong and said in a deep voice, "Wuyou, stay with your senior brother. Don't let him get beaten, but don't cause any deaths easily either."
Wuyou suddenly darted out, leaning against Zhang Chengxuan's shoulder as she looked at the newcomer.
He spoke in Master Han's contemptuous yet authoritative voice, "What brings you here? There are still patients recovering inside. Do I need to teach you how to knock quietly?"
Song Chunxue was really curious and afraid that she wouldn't be able to hear them if they left, so she lifted the blanket and planned to quietly get out of bed and eavesdrop at the door.
Unexpectedly, she overestimated herself, and before she could even stand up, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.
Her kneecaps were stiff, which prevented her from even bending her legs. She fell straight forward, trying to brace herself with her hands, but this pulled on her swollen and painful tendons, causing her to land face-first on the ground.
Good heavens, this is awful, so embarrassing!
She raised her hand to cushion the impact with her arm, but still bumped her nose. A warm stream uncontrollably streamed down her face, and tears joined in.
Hearing her senior brother hurriedly push the door open and come in, Song Chunxue covered her face and wondered why she hadn't fainted. She really didn't want to live anymore.
She wasn't particularly upset when she was almost beaten to death.
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