Chapter 582 Short Sword: He Wants to Have an Affair
When they arrived at the neighboring courtyard, no one was home except for the cook who guarded the gate.
Song Chunxue went to the street again, thinking of buying some dried apricot peels to relieve Tian Qi's morning sickness, and some cotton cloth for Mulan, as well as other things she could use for childbirth.
In about a month, the second daughter of the third child should be born.
This feeling was so strange. In her past life, she was hoeing in the field right now, her mind filled with nothing but the work in the fields and the chores at home.
Although Mulan was heavily pregnant at that time, she was still working in the fields.
They planted a lot, but not much fertile land. Many of the fields were steep slopes in ravines nearly half an hour from their homes, and sometimes they couldn't even harvest the seeds.
Who would have thought that Mulan is now an official's wife in Jincheng, quietly awaiting the birth of her child in a spacious and bright courtyard.
Song Chunxue first went to the street to buy things and delivered them to Lao Si and Tian Qi's tavern, and then prepared to go to Sanwa's house.
She was carrying things home when she ran into Yu Wanqing and his apprentice.
This time, however, they didn't greet each other. They just saw each other from a distance and pretended not to see each other.
Looking at Yu Wanqing's shifty-eyed appearance, Song Chunxue wondered to herself, "Could it be that the master and disciple are going to go up the mountain and stay in the temple?"
She handed the items to Mulan, gave her a few casual instructions, checked Mulan's pulse, and left only after confirming that the child was alright.
At dusk, she returned to Xie Zheng's house.
Neither of them had returned yet, so Xie Dong brought the food to the table and told her to eat first.
While waiting anxiously, she kept thinking about the heartless dagger in her mind, so she didn't refuse. While eating, she pondered what she should do if the sword didn't come back.
"You look so worried, you must be really anxious, right?"
Just as she finished eating two bowls of noodles and was staring blankly at the empty bowl, her senior brother strode across the threshold.
Song Chunxue suddenly stood up and quickly walked to Xie Zheng.
Where is my sword?
Xie Zheng took it out from his pocket and handed it to her, saying, "Here it is."
Seeing the short sword she knew so well, Song Chunxue grabbed the blade, thinking that it was a good thing he hadn't refused, otherwise she wasn't sure what unexpected things she might have done.
She stroked the blade, gently scraping it with her thumb, her movements soft and gentle.
"You can understand what I'm saying, can't you?"
The short sword did not react.
"He was just on my shoulder. I guess he did that because he was afraid you would be angry. A sword with sentience is like a child. He probably wanted to go out and see the world, so he came with me. Don't blame him."
After spending an afternoon with the sword, Xie Zheng felt that it was like a five or six-year-old child, and couldn't help but speak well of it.
Only when he met Song Chunxue's indifferent gaze did he realize that she must be angry, and quite angry at that.
He pursed his lips, lowered his gaze, and sat down in front of his seat.
Song Chunxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, this thing hadn't betrayed her; at least it hadn't turned against her yet.
But she must ask carefully tonight. If this short sword intends to choose another master, she should... not agree.
Before agreeing, she definitely wanted to have a good fight with that short sword.
She gave up after losing the match.
The Taoist priest glanced at his expression and took the initiative to bring up the matter of going to the Zhao family.
"This Taoist temple was built by the Zhao family after all. We went to see the third young master of the Zhao family today. He is in relatively good condition. The Zhao family's attitude is also quite good. We have agreed to hold a grand opening ceremony on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month. People from all over Jincheng can go up the mountain to pray for blessings and burn incense. We will also invite those who are rich and powerful to donate money for incense."
At this point, the Taoist priest shook his head and smiled, "I never thought that building a Taoist temple for our ancestor would ultimately rely on wealthy people. I didn't know these things when I was in Xuliang Mountain, but now I have to be vulgar and ask merchants and nobles for money. After all, incense does cost money, and we will also need money to eat and burn incense on the mountain in the future."
Song Chunxue nodded, "That makes perfect sense, and the Ancestral Master won't blame you. It's just that managing a Taoist temple isn't easy. If you're not very good at it, shouldn't you ask someone for help?"
The Taoist priest neither agreed nor disagreed.
“That’s right, but there’s no need to worry about it. The Zhao family has already made their choice. They just didn’t have time to inform us because of the Sixth Young Master’s matter a few days ago.”
When Song Chunxue mentioned the Sixth Young Master, she thought of that young man who, even though he was in a wheelchair and had a pale face, was still impossible to ignore.
"How is the Sixth Young Master's health?"
The Taoist priest seemed thoughtful. "It's hard to say."
Song Chunxue didn't ask any further questions.
"However, on the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, the Sixth Young Master will also come up the mountain, saying that he will live on the mountain from now on, far away from the world to cultivate and enter the Tao." The Taoist priest smiled. "No wonder I asked why there was a quiet and elegant courtyard built behind the Taoist temple. It turns out that they had prepared it for the Sixth Young Master long ago."
If what was said before is true, the Sixth Young Master only had a few months left, and they built the small courtyard because they didn't expect the Taoist priest to refuse to extend the Sixth Young Master's life.
It's unknown whether they later sought out other medical masters to extend the life of the Sixth Young Master.
However, even if he only has a few days left to live, it doesn't matter. If the Sixth Young Master likes cultivating Taoism, it would be fine for him to spend the rest of his life on the mountain.
But she always felt that the Sixth Prince was not destined to die.
After the meal, Xie Zheng saw them out.
“These days I practice swordsmanship and meditation every morning, and I feel that my body is indeed very different from before.” Xie Zheng sighed with a smile. “I have never thought of resigning from my official post and living in seclusion, or taking a break from the chaos of the world. But today I often hope that I can go up the mountain without any worries, ignore worldly affairs, and focus on cultivating the Tao. Maybe when I become an old man, I can wield the sword as freely as Senior Brother Song.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Chunxue saw her short sword emerge from her Qiankun bag and float in front of Xie Zheng.
"..." What's this self-deluded guy doing here? It's not like they're trying to keep him.
Song Chunxue took a deep breath and asked the short sword, "Do you really want to stay and keep Lord Xie company?"
The short sword turned around, the emerald-encrusted side facing Song Chunxue.
At least on the battlefield, it worked perfectly with the sword, allowing it to stretch its body freely and infuse its inner spirits, which were in perfect harmony to kill the enemy. When Song Chunxue said this, the short sword seemed like a child with eyes full of joy and anticipation, just waiting for her to speak.
"Then you can stay and practice swordsmanship with Lord Xie."
The Taoist priest stood to the side, pressing his fist to his lips, thinking to himself that his junior brother was really stupid, not understanding why the sword was behaving this way.
A sword that has recognized its master will not change hands unless the original master's soul is scattered.
He simply had a particular fondness for Lord Xie.
However, his liking was not Blade & Soul's own wish.
Forget it, he doesn't want to take the blame.
"Senior Brother Song, you misunderstand. This sword is just something I played with and it's just that I have a connection with it. When a swordsman practices, the sword and the person become one; how can they be separated?"
Xie Zheng unconsciously shifted his foot, feeling that if he dared to take advantage of the situation, he would be kicked away by Song Chunxue in the next moment, and they would never see each other again.
PS: If no one is watching the child, I can only update two chapters a day at most. I'm going to the county town this afternoon, so I'll see if I can update more later.
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