Chapter 675 Do you want to know?
Who else could it be?
Song Chunxue's heart skipped a beat.
But when she saw Master Han get up, the feeling of weightlessness quickly disappeared.
She nodded slightly, "Master Han."
Lord Zhao, dressed in white, glanced between Song Chunxue and Daoist Han, then raised his hand to Xie Zheng and said, "Lord Xie, please sit down."
Everyone took their seats, the teapot on the tea table was steaming, and a variety of exquisite snacks were laid out on the wooden table next to it.
Song Chunxue, however, found it uninteresting and instead cast a faint gaze at the Taoist priest Han opposite her.
What's going on with Lord Zhao?
Is he an old acquaintance of Master Han?
She always felt that this Taoist priest Han had a very sinister aura, which made her involuntarily be on high alert and find it difficult to let her guard down.
Originally, she just wanted to ask Lord Zhao if he knew anything about Master Han, having been in the capital for so long. She didn't expect him to be here.
The tea suddenly doesn't smell good anymore.
The atmosphere was a bit stiff, but Xie Zheng pretended not to notice. Lord Zhao looked around, pondering how to break the deadlock.
Master Han spoke gently, "Master Song, it seems you have some issues with me?"
"Really?" Song Chunxue took a sip of tea. "You're mistaken."
Lord Zhao had no choice but to lower his head and drink his tea, then turned around and picked up two plates of snacks and fruits and placed them in front of him.
Master Han laughed, "Was it the fight with your Wuyou that day that angered Master Song?"
"No, it's not that bad. It was Wuyou who rushed out and was rude to you first. I should apologize to you. I just trusted my intuition; you were dangerous."
Lord Zhao looked up at Daoist Han, "Danger?"
"You can see his true form?"
Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "The real body?"
Master Han shook his head slightly, took out a jar of wine from somewhere and placed it on the table. “I have no ill intentions towards you. Many people feel that I am dangerous when they see me, which means that you are very vigilant about your true nature and have cultivated well.”
Looking at the wine on the table, Song Chunxue suddenly remembered something.
"I remember now. That day at the entrance of Baiyun Temple, I suddenly felt a strong pressure that made my vision go black and I almost fainted. What exactly happened?"
She frowned and said, "Could it be that there's something extraordinary about Baiyun Temple, trying to provoke or test me?"
Lord Zhao looked at Taoist Han and asked, "Is this true?"
Master Han lowered his eyes. "Yes."
Song Chunxue looked at Lord Zhao, "Senior Brother, from what you're saying, do you know why my vision went black?"
Lord Zhao raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, his eyes flickering. "I know, but it's not something I can explain in a short time. Just go there less often in the future. It's not your fault."
Thinking of the ghost stories and monsters she heard as a child, she knew that there were many things in this world beyond imagination, so it was better not to ask.
"So, it's not you?" Song Chunxue looked at Master Han. "Then what is your true form? Could it be that you are a demon?"
"Heh," Master Han chuckled, his gaze falling on Lord Zhao. "You should ask your senior brother about this."
Lord Zhao chuckled and said, "Well, Junior Brother, you're joking. Master Han is a member of the Han family. If he were a demon, that would be terrible."
Realizing that her words had touched on matters that shouldn't be explored further, Song Chunxue didn't want to cause trouble.
She only wanted to confirm one thing: "Are there many people eyeing my Worry-Free Sword? If I don't leave the capital soon, will my life be in danger?"
Lord Zhao comforted him, "It's not that bad. Perhaps it was before, but from today onwards, those who covet your Worry-Free Sword will stay far away from you. Senior Brother may not have any other skills, but with me protecting you in the capital, you will be fine."
At this point, he looked at Xie Zheng.
"Speaking of which, Lord Xie has been in quite a bit of trouble lately. You're quite the maverick, aren't you? After all these years, you still don't want to get involved in this mess?"
Xie Zheng laughed, "Lord Zhao has already said it's a muddy water. I know I'm not strong enough to get out unscathed. Let someone else wade through this muddy water; it's not good to be a pawn."
Lord Zhao asked in a deep voice, "What if I could guarantee your safe departure now?"
Xie Zheng subconsciously looked at Song Chunxue.
Lord Xie smiled knowingly, "Alright, I won't force you. It's good that you have your own ideas."
"Come on, we've all gathered here because of our junior brother, how can we just drink tea? Master Xie, how about a game?"
Lord Zhao rubbed his hands together. "Sigh, I still remember when I wanted to win you over. I heard that you were good at chess, poetry, and calligraphy, but you were unwilling to associate with us playboys who indulge in eating, drinking, and having fun. Now I finally have a chance."
Xie Zheng stood up, his words earnest.
"Lord Zhao, you flatter me. I was young and impetuous back then, and my vision was short-sighted. Please forgive my ignorance."
Lord Zhao laughed heartily, “Brother Xie, why belittle yourself? You have maintained your original aspiration to seek benefits for the people. You are a good official, one in a million. Even when you were demoted, you were unwilling to bow down to the powerful and wealthy, nor did you curry favor with them. You did not climb the social ladder because of the princess’s favor. I admire you greatly.”
He raised his hand and patted Xie Zheng on the shoulder, "We don't need to be so formal, just call me Brother Zhao from now on."
"Xie was terrified..."
"Alas, although my mother is the emperor's aunt, I have never bullied the weak or oppressed men and women over the years. I am not like those纨绔 (spoiled brats). Lord Xie, please do not confuse me with them."
Lord Zhao straightened his sleeves and explained, "Yesterday's banquet was just something I did out of boredom, to find something to do. It was all about having fun. I didn't touch any of those beauties, so please don't think I'm not chaste, Lord Xie."
"After all, I am her senior brother and a cultivator. Indulging in pleasure is just to put that person at ease."
He tried his best to defend his innocence, fearing that others would think he was associating with those who indulged in pleasure.
Without further ado, Lord Zhao put his arm around Xie Zheng's shoulder and said, "Come on, we're all family now, so make yourselves at home."
These words made Xie Zheng blush. He glanced back at Song Chunxue, who was trying hard to suppress her laughter, and then went to sit down at the chess table opposite him.
Looking at Lord Zhao, who was half a head taller than Xie Zheng, Song Chunxue thought to herself that her senior brother was indeed tall and strong, and those big arms must be the result of years of exercise.
Master Han looked at Song Chunxue, "Do you need me to practice swordsmanship with you?"
"I'm too lazy to move. It's so hot, right at the hottest time of day. Practicing swordsmanship is too tiring." The main concern was that he might plot to kill someone with the sword.
"Then would you like to know why Lord Zhao, the most dissolute young master in the capital, became the eldest disciple of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal?"
Song Chunxue clasped her hands together, looking warily into his charming eyes. "I do want to, but Senior Brother should tell me himself. What I really want to know is why I always feel like a fish on a chopping block whenever I go to Baiyun Temple. Are you trying to steal my sword for He Xiu?"
Master Han shook his head slightly, looking somewhat disappointed.
“I thought you would ask why I stood with Zhang Chengxuan at the restaurant that day, and why he didn’t come to find you.”
"..." Looking at his ambiguous smile and sharp canine teeth, Song Chunxue felt a chill run down her spine.
But Song Chunxue remained calm on the surface, casually grabbing a piece of peach blossom cake and taking a bite.
"My senior brother has his reasons. I will know when the time comes. Curiosity killed the cat, that's what my mother taught me."
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed before Song Chunxue's eyes, and a shiny black snake's tongue almost spit into her face.
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