Chapter 592 The Handsome Young Man in the Opera Troupe
The Taoist priest was quite helpless.
"If I couldn't even withstand this much heat, I would have started another path twenty years ago." With that, he took out a small jar of wine and handed it to her, then sat on the steps and sighed at the pitch-black courtyard.
"What's going on?" Song Chunxue asked without any politeness, opening the lid and taking a sip.
As the wine entered my throat, I could clearly feel a warm current sliding down my esophagus into my stomach. Then, that surge of energy instantly rushed to my limbs and bones, and my neck and ribs began to feel warm. My heart also quickly became warm.
Before her senior could answer, her mind began to wander.
"Did you wrong her back then, senior brother, and make her unable to forget you, chasing after you all the way here?" She commented honestly, "Although she has a sharp tongue, apart from her bad temper, she is quite a good match for you, senior brother."
The Taoist priest chuckled, his whisk vanished, and he held a wine jar in one hand, his wrist resting on one of his raised knees, vaguely revealing the dashing and debonair charm he once possessed.
“Junior brother, you think too highly of me. Ninth Junior Sister is a royal daughter, born into a position of high status and being the center of attention. She is actually older than me. When she became my junior sister, she was still an innocent and carefree young girl in the prime of her life. Later, many things happened, and she was forced to marry the son of a philandering prince.”
In the quiet, dark night, his senior brother's voice was calm and even, making Song Chunxue drowsy.
Is this what she wants to hear?
The details that her senior brother deliberately concealed and didn't want to mention—the part about his failed attempt to force himself on her, his anger and resentment turning into hatred, and the almost consummation of their relationship—were what she used as fodder for her drinks.
This lukewarm process is neither enjoyable nor worth abandoning.
But what could she do? He was her senior brother, and she could clearly sense that he seemed a bit vulnerable tonight. As his junior brother, she could listen to his nonsense, and he wouldn't be so pent up.
"When I came of age, she asked for a divorce and went back to Mount Xuliang. Perhaps she just wanted to amuse me, so she set her sights on several of my fellow disciples. Her temperament was unpredictable and she was always moody."
Song Chunxue got excited and craned her neck to ask, "How exactly did they start watching you? Tell me in detail, I love to hear it."
The Taoist priest glanced at her and said, "Tsk, don't interrupt. You're thinking about a lot of things from the past, and your mind is in turmoil."
"Alright, alright, senior brother, please continue." She nodded her head like a rattle-drum.
If she were a man, she would definitely keep asking him questions until he was completely upset and unable to concentrate.
“I suspect she is the one who instructed Yu Wanqing to specifically target us.”
"ah?"
Hearing her senior brother speak faster and more crisply, Song Chunxue was very disappointed.
How Yunqiu scented him tonight, how she poured out her heart to him—not a single word was mentioned, and he was gone just like that, so fresh and beautiful.
"So be careful in the next few days, and don't go down the mountain easily, or you'll implicate the children. Lord Xie has already sent people to keep an eye on the children. If she makes things difficult for you while you stay on the mountain, I can stop her in time."
"Huh?" Song Chunxue shook her head. "Senior brother is a man after all. The more Yun Qiu cares about you, and the more you stand on my side, the more she will resent me. You should avoid me when you see me. I don't want to block other people's love interests anymore. I am a thorn, not a shield."
"Hehe, unless my senior tells me how she... you know... you know."
"..." I knew she wasn't up to anything; her smile was clearly malicious.
The Taoist priest stood up and said, "Give me back my wine."
Song Chunxue gulped down two mouthfuls. "Fine, you don't have to tell me. I'll go peek myself tomorrow. I'm going to bed now. Being too diligent isn't good either."
Watching her pat her bottom and head towards her room, the Taoist priest couldn't help but remind her, "Don't sleep too soundly when you sleep. Put up a talisman to avoid being haunted."
"Tsk," her senior brother said, referring to Yun Qiu as the person she was wary of. "No wonder you wanted to leave the sect; it turns out your fellow disciples are all troublemakers."
Song Chunxue didn't take her senior brother's advice to heart. "I will be careful. Senior brother, get some rest. If you're worried about being tricked, you can share a room with Lord Xie."
The Taoist priest smiled and said, "That's a good idea."
He wanted to warn his junior brother that Yun Qiu was unpredictable and that he should be wary of her, but she wouldn't listen at all.
Forget it, let's see what tricks Ninth Junior Sister will pull tomorrow.
...
She got up early to meditate and practice swordsmanship on the mountain. After absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, she felt refreshed and carried her sword from the high place to the outside of the Taoist temple.
From afar, one could see a lively crowd, busy setting up a stage for a theatrical performance in the open space outside the Taoist temple.
She glanced at it twice, but wasn't very interested. She planned to go back and eat something, then go back inside to learn more about herbs.
Recently, she felt that after cultivating for so long, it was time to improve her skills with pills. A suitable pill could not only save her life but also rapidly advance her cultivation.
She suddenly realized that since the valuable items in her Qiankun bag were just sitting there, she might as well buy some medicinal herbs and try refining pills herself.
With that thought in mind, she couldn't wait to buy a small stove to try it out. Her cooking wasn't bad, so her alchemy skills shouldn't be too bad either, right?
Suddenly, she felt someone following her.
Who are you looking for?
She turned around abruptly, her gaze fixed coldly on the man behind her, a slight surprise in her heart.
It must be said that this man was quite handsome, but his face was both righteous and wicked, and his gender was indistinguishable. He had red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were seductive. He didn't seem like an ordinary person, but rather like someone's canary.
"Greetings, Daoist Master. I am from an opera troupe. I have heard that Daoist Master Zhang in this temple is very skilled. Could you please introduce me to him?"
Looking at his light green clothes and overly bright smile, Song Chunxue felt that something was off.
"Okay, follow me."
She led the person to the back hall, where her senior brother was talking to Lord Xie and the person who had stayed at the Taoist temple the night before and asked him for a talisman.
"Senior brother, this person came here specifically to see you, having heard of your reputation." Song Chunxue stood outside the door, lowered her voice and said this to him before turning to leave.
"Thank you, Daoist Master."
A man's distinctive voice of thanks came from behind.
The way people from this opera troupe talk is just different; it makes her feel strange.
She didn't see Yunqiu. Tudan'er said that she went out to practice her sword and had cut down many trees nearby.
Song Chunxue ignored her, thinking that she would give two of the small mirrors that had been blessed today to Mulan and Tianqi so that they could protect the children.
However, as soon as she arrived at the front, she was stopped by the pale-faced young actor from the opera troupe.
"Master, I've heard your wealth-attracting talismans are especially effective. May I request two?"
Song Chunxue subconsciously took out a brocade pouch from her bosom.
"Forgive my boldness, but I wonder if you could paint a few for me, so I can bring some back for my junior brother?" He said with a smile, pointing to the brush and ink on the steps. "They're right there. I brought my own cinnabar. Thank you for your help, Daoist."
He insisted on drawing it for him on the spot, being very picky.
But Song Chunxue did not refuse and went over to draw for her.
"Master Song's wrists are slender, yet his brushstrokes are very steady," he remarked casually.
"???" Her wrist twitched, and she suddenly felt offended.
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