Chapter 579 Yes Yes Yes
"My God," Wang Chen said sadly, covering his forehead, "I also wanted to become her disciple, but my master said she wouldn't teach and would mislead students, so she definitely wouldn't accept you as a disciple."
Despite saying that, he still chased after them.
"Changfeng, why don't you become my junior brother?"
Changfeng walked quickly, and his tall figure made his Taoist robe look a bit short. He turned his head and glanced at Wangchen.
"Why?"
"Otherwise I'll be sad."
Changfeng slowed his pace, a smile appearing on his usually aloof face. "You do know how to tell the truth."
"I'm really heartbroken. If my martial uncle takes you in, I'll cry for you."
They passed through several doors, the air filled with the scents of pine and sandalwood.
"Then I'll prepare a handkerchief for you, so you can cry your heart out."
Wang Chen was annoyed and placed her hands on his shoulders. "You heartless bastard! We're family now, can't you just lie to me? Why are your shoulders so thin? They're uncomfortable to hold. By the way, what did you eat to grow so tall?"
They walked out the door, but still couldn't see Song Chunxue.
"They eat potatoes and rice porridge, they can't have grown up in the dirt," Changfeng said seriously.
“You…” Wangchen pointed at him, then suddenly laughed in anger, “I think you’re different from us. Changyun said he picked you up on the road. You’re dressed quite expensively. You wouldn’t happen to be a rich man’s son, would you?”
Changfeng smiled; he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his face was long and thin, and his white teeth were like pearls.
He sat on the steps and said, "Let's wait for Master Song here."
"Are you really going to become Master Song's disciple?" Wang Chen rubbed his hands together. "Can I become his disciple with you?"
...
Song Chunxue found a clean stone stool in the woods outside, took out a wool mat from her Qiankun bag, and meditated quietly for an hour.
Since returning from the battlefield, she has been so excited that she can't sleep whenever she engages in combat without meditating. She feels like she needs to grind two stones into powder to exhaust all her inexhaustible energy before she can calm down.
The mountain breeze was gentle, and after absorbing the energy of heaven and earth for an hour, I felt much better, as if all my energy had been wasting away.
Suddenly, Song Chunxue felt something jump out of the Qiankun bag.
She instinctively opened her eyes and clearly felt a strong gust of air rushing towards her.
The next moment, she saw the white tiger carrying the white fox appear in front of her and stop in front of the short sword in mid-air.
Because it was running too fast, although the white tiger stopped moving forward, its limbs and claws still slid forward a bit.
The short sword did not yield an inch, its tip pointing at the white tiger's forehead, trembling slightly and emitting a low sword chime.
"come over."
Subconsciously, Song Chunxue regarded the short sword as a sentient being that could understand human speech.
Just as she thought she was being delusional, the short sword flew to her shoulder. It stopped trembling and stood peacefully beside her, like her spirit pet.
The next moment, the white fox jumped into Song Chunxue's arms, licked its paws, and lazily looked at the short sword.
To her further astonishment, the short sword that had been with her for over two years actually circled the white fox once, like a tabby cat surveying its territory, full of hostility.
Song Chunxue was both excited and amused; this short sword had truly come to life!
"Can you understand me?"
Song Chunxue was so excited that she lost all five senses and dared not speak loudly, for fear that her breathing might offend it.
The short sword stopped two feet away from Song Chunxue, without any reaction.
She would rather believe that the two spirit pets could speak than believe that the short sword could understand human speech, otherwise wouldn't all those strange tales she had read become reality?
She had died and lived among ghosts, but she had never seen a fairy.
"This sword is a spiritual weapon. It can not only understand human speech, but if your cultivation level is high enough, you can also communicate with it."
At this moment, my third uncle suddenly appeared from the woods, carrying a rabbit in his hand.
Song Chunxue quickly stood up and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle."
"Hmm, it's rare that you can persevere and focus on the Dao. This kind of persistence is hard for ordinary people to achieve." As he spoke, Third Uncle raised his hand and pulled towards the void, and Song Chunxue's short sword was in his hand.
Xiao Bai jumped down from Song Chunxue's arms and landed steadily on the white tiger's back.
It was obvious that she preferred to snuggle up on the white tiger.
"I've heard from Yun Qing that the White Tiger gave you a magical artifact, but I didn't expect it to be of such a high grade. He's really envious."
Song Chunxue was surprised; she hadn't expected the sword to be so powerful.
All she knew was that the short sword was made of meteorite iron.
"This short sword is indeed more suitable for my senior brother. It's a bit unfair for him to be with me." To be honest, she had her own selfish reasons for taking it for herself.
"No, the spiritual weapon chooses its own destined owner. Even if you give it to him, he won't get it." As he spoke, he held the short sword in one hand and used his index and middle fingers of the other hand to channel his inner energy into the blade, muttering something under his breath.
He then handed the short sword to Song Chunxue.
"Keep it safe, it's priceless. Don't give it to anyone. It has already pledged allegiance to you and will always follow you."
Song Chunxue accepted it with both hands, "Yes, Martial Uncle."
Before she could sheath the sword, the short sword automatically returned to her storage bag, as if it knew she was best suited for hiding.
"I heard about how you and Yun Qing slaughtered over a thousand enemies in the Liangzhou area. I wonder if you slept too little tonight?"
Song Chunxue nodded, "Yes, a little. I keep having nightmares."
Her martial uncle took a pill out of his sleeve and handed it to her.
"Eat this, and I'll teach you a set of techniques every day at dawn. Your mind will be at peace within three days." With that, his uncle smiled. "Would you like to learn how to better control spiritual weapons?"
Controlling magical artifacts?
It sounds even more impressive than flying on a sword.
Song Chunxue's eyes lit up, "I want to learn. As long as my martial uncle is willing to teach, I'm willing to learn."
"Don't be greedy. Learn the essentials, not the trivial. Once you can better control your mind, I will teach you." At this point, the uncle lowered his head thoughtfully. "Yunqing promised to take you to the Jiangnan area. It's good to go and see it sooner rather than later. But remember not to meddle in other people's business while you're out. It's most important to protect yourself. If you can avoid getting involved in something, then don't."
Well, she does seem to like meddling in other people's business, especially after she learned some martial arts skills.
I guess my uncle figured something out.
"Yes, I will keep my uncle's teachings in mind."
They went down the mountain together, and Song Chunxue went to the kitchen to cook.
We'll definitely need to find a cook in the future, since Changyun can cook, but his food isn't very good.
However, just as she stepped into the kitchen, rolled up her sleeves, and started kneading dough, Changfeng, Changyun, and Tudan'er walked in, surrounding her as if watching her knead dough with great curiosity.
"What's going on? Just say what you want to say. You're blocking my way."
Changyun asked eagerly, "I want to become your disciple. Can you teach me swordsmanship?"
Changfeng spoke gently, "I also want to become your apprentice. You don't need to teach me all the time, just give me a little guidance every day."
Song Chunxue paused, "I figured it out myself by looking at my senior brother's manual. Apart from teaching me how to fly on a sword, I had to learn everything else on my own. This method is too stupid, but I can't teach anything else. I think it's a wise thing for you to become my senior brother's disciple."
Tu Dan'er nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, yes."
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