Chapter 638 Wuyou is exposed
Xie Zheng looked at Xie Kuan with great interest, the image of Song Chunxue's ruthless rebuke flashing through his mind.
If she were in this situation, she would definitely be more direct and give him a more satisfying dressing-down.
Unfortunately, he was a scholar, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was the gentle and refined Lord Xie.
One must always be strict with oneself and never do anything that violates etiquette or law.
Therefore, over the years, he has stuck to his own opinions and has never been able to tolerate those who abandon the people for their own selfish desires and scheme against the soldiers who are willing to die for their country. He has also insisted on his own opinions in front of the powerful and wealthy.
Being pedantic has its advantages. With the court full of opportunists, the emperor always needs someone he can trust inside and out to do things that smart people wouldn't dare to do.
This was his way of surviving in the imperial court.
How can someone who is born a human being become hypocritical and two-faced once they gain power? He insists on being a pedantic fool.
It's too difficult to always be a nice guy; it's incredibly frustrating.
He felt somewhat gratified that things he couldn't say before because of his feelings for her were finally out in the open.
Finally, we don't have to drag it out any longer.
This trip back to Beijing went much more smoothly than expected; it seems like a knot that's been tied up for years is finally being untied.
As expected, my senior brother said that Song Chunxue was a benefactor to each other.
"So, how do you think this should be resolved?"
After a while, seeing that Xie Zheng did not speak, Second Master Xie spoke up.
Xie Kuan gritted his teeth and looked at Xie Zheng, suppressing his anger, and said slowly and deliberately, "Let Zhao'er be adopted by Third Brother. From now on, we will never interfere in his affairs. Let Xie Zhao call us Fifth Uncle and Fifth Aunt."
Oh!
What a thick skin! Were you a city wall in your past life?
What a clever decision! What a brilliant plan!
He had the nerve to say that; it made everyone who heard it feel terrible, like their feet were cramping.
Xie Zheng felt that he was even more shameless on behalf of Xie Kuan.
Everyone present laughed.
Master Xie also looked at Xie Zheng, his tone tinged with helplessness, "What do you think?"
“I don’t want to. When Zhao’er was young, I wanted to register him under my name several times in front of all the elders. You said he was too young and that we should wait until he was older and more sensible. I agreed.”
“Even if I don’t want him now, he won’t treat my daughter Xie Lingyun as his own sister. After I’m gone, he might be the first one to embarrass Yun’er. I, Xie Zheng, am not stupid.”
He looked at Xie Kuan with a half-smile, "Do you really think I've gone stupid from reading too much? That being demoted has ruined my brain?"
Xie Kuan immediately rushed over to hit Xie Zheng.
The others made a move to stop him, but unexpectedly a short sword floated straight in front of him, its tip pointing at his fist, piercing his skin and drawing a drop of blood.
"What is that?"
Where did it come from?
"It...broke out on its own?"
Xie Zheng's cousins were so frightened that they jumped up from their seats. The ninth brother jumped directly onto the chair and turned to hug his eldest brother.
Xie Zheng was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected that Wuyou would be on him.
He didn't even notice.
However, he quickly broke into a smile, looking relaxed and at ease, even somewhat smug.
"return."
He said it softly.
Everyone stared at Xie Zheng as if they'd seen a ghost. "You...you've learned some kind of evil magic, and you can even control objects?"
"Well, I've met some experts over the years and learned a couple of impressive tricks." To avoid causing trouble for Song Chunxue, he simply took the blame upon himself.
Just when everyone thought Xie Zheng was bluffing and trying to scare people, the short sword that was pointing at Xie Kuan lost its murderous aura and floated leisurely into Xie Zheng's hand.
Xie Kuan's back was soaked with sweat, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose strength had been drained.
Master Xie was also surprised. He wanted to ask something, but he didn't say it.
It's not too late to ask him privately. He always felt that Xie Zheng had changed too much and was no longer the loyal minister with nothing but a tough backbone.
"Xie Kuan, go back first. Go back and reflect on this matter carefully. See who is at fault. Come back when you've figured it out." Master Xie gripped his cane and said in a heavy tone, "If you can't figure it out, I will handle this matter."
Xie Kuan was completely exhausted, terrified and bewildered. He stumbled to his feet and said, "Second Uncle, brothers, I'll go back now."
He walked out, leaning against the door frame, his back looking quite disheveled.
Xie Zheng stared at his back, realizing that he had been too kind all these years.
Even close brothers keep clear accounts, let alone cousins. His concessions will only embolden the other party to take advantage of him.
He won't let this matter rest.
He had previously thought of making amends to Xie Zhao, but now he wanted to settle accounts one by one so that Xie Kuan would be convinced.
...
Song Chunxue found a clean inn to stay in. The price was reasonable, but it was indeed more expensive than Jincheng.
She wasn't thinking about anything else and couldn't concentrate on meditation, so she ordered a pot of tea, sat by the window, and drank a few sips.
I wonder if my senior brother will come to the capital to find them.
That person changes his mind very quickly; once he has an idea, he'll quickly find an excuse to leave.
Her senior brother had guided her onto this path, and whenever she encountered problems, she would inevitably want to ask him for help.
Even if you don't get a solution, it's good to vent.
But she soon realized that her idea was wrong.
The path of spiritual cultivation is destined to be a solitary and long one. There are no long-term companions, only constant seeking and exploration. One must seek within oneself in all things.
Her senior brother has already wasted too much of his time on her behalf; she cannot be a stumbling block on his path of cultivation.
She knew she would have to learn to walk this path alone. Thinking about the two apprentices she had taken on before she left, Song Chunxue knew that her journey was still long and she would eventually have to rely on herself to make a living.
In the past, she single-handedly supported her five children.
Now, she wants to become a powerful force that can shelter more people from the wind and rain, for the sake of her own principles, her own mission and responsibility.
She doesn't aspire to be a noble or great person, but rather to have the ability when needed.
Having been a helpless ant for so many years, I never want to be bullied by someone like Li Guangzheng again.
The mountain is high and we look up to it; the virtuous conduct is worthy of our emulation.
The path of cultivation is long and arduous, filled with extraordinary people and talents along the way.
She wanted to cultivate both her body and soul, gradually shedding her former self.
But right now, Xie Zheng has brought her back to reality.
She was a coward who would run away by climbing over the wall, like a womanizer.
The key point is that she doesn't dare to pick the flowers; at most, she can only touch them.
They all felt guilty.
She suddenly wanted to visit a Taoist temple in the capital.
However, there were many Taoist temples in and around the capital. She inquired with some people, picked a name that sounded nice, and went straight to Baiyun Temple.
Halfway there, she realized that the Worry-Free Sword was no longer with her.
This traitor most likely went to Xie Zheng's place, and she was completely unaware.
Baiyun Temple is magnificent and its incense is very popular.
She arrived at the Taoist temple, offered incense and kowtowed, and chatted for a while with the young Taoist priest sweeping the floor inside.
Baiyun Temple is one of the three ancestral temples of the Quanzhen School of Taoism, and it enshrines Laozi.
"Are you also a Taoist priest?" the young Taoist priest asked with a smile. "I can tell you're different from ordinary women; you speak with a lot of experience. Would you like to meet our Taoist master?"
"No, thank you." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a weight on her waist. Wuyou was back.
"You...you...you have magical artifacts?"
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