Chapter 679 Let him drink his fill
"Let them go with you!"
Xie Zheng was worried about her doing it alone, so he told her to "have Shadow follow you."
Song Chunxue shook her head. "Anyone who would resort to such a desperate measure as leaving their child at home is probably insane. Who knows what disgusting things they might do?"
"I have a worry-free life, and with the peach branch, I'll be fine. Wait for my good news."
Xie Zheng grabbed her wrist. "Be very careful."
At that moment, he experienced the helplessness of being a man.
He couldn't protect her, like most men would protect the person they care about.
Watching her disappear quickly into the night, Xie Zheng sadly realized that the fame and achievements that had once made everyone proud of him, and all the books he had read, could not save anyone in a critical moment.
He was burdened by those empty titles, leading a life of wandering and hardship. When he returned home, everyone would shake their heads and sigh, saying that he had wasted so many good things.
He had never felt so helpless before, when he was being manipulated by the Hu family and coerced by Mei Yang.
Xie, who had spent half his life writing, suddenly longed to become a sword cultivator like Song Chunxue, someone who could leave whenever he wanted and didn't need anyone's protection!
Outside Baiyun Temple.
She had just stepped off the sword when she saw two figures move in front of the pillar at the entrance of the Taoist temple.
"What wind blew you here in the dead of night?"
He Xiu walked down the steps. "My senior brother and I were meditating when we suddenly realized someone was coming, so we waited here."
Song Chunxue looked at the displeased Taoist priest Han not far away, took out a few pieces of paper and talismans from her bosom, and handed them to He Xiu.
“Someone is deliberately trying to annoy people, and everyone who sees this feels uncomfortable. Tonight, I must stabilize everyone’s Daoist resolve and eliminate their inner demons. Therefore, I would like to ask you two fellow Daoists for a favor: to find out who is behind this.”
She was very polite and gentle, and took out two jars of fine wine from her storage bag.
"I'm sorry to trouble you two fellow Daoists. My senior brother is not here, and my skills are not proficient. I only know how to use tracking talismans, but I don't know how to reveal the person behind the scenes. I would appreciate your help."
He Xiu stared at the two jars of wine, his eyes practically gleaming, but because Senior Brother Han was there, he clenched his fists and didn't take them.
Why not go find your senior brother?
Master Han held his sword with both hands, looking at Song Chunxue calmly, clearly still holding a grudge.
“We’re more familiar with each other. I’ve met you two more times than my senior brother, who I’ve only met twice. Besides, it’s not easy for me to get into the Zhao residence.”
At this point, Song Chunxue bowed and apologized.
"I was foolish and spoke rudely before. Please forgive my ignorance and recklessness in spouting such nonsense. I am deeply ashamed..."
"Hahaha, are you referring to that 'it's just so-so' comment from that day? That's hardly an exaggeration. If I were in this place, I would almost be harmed to the point of fainting, and I would have a constant feeling of being watched. Let alone an exaggeration, I might even think that this place has been invaded by evil cultivators, and I might even kick down the incense burner."
He Xiu chuckled and said, “Our ancestor would be even less petty. The reason why mortals are mortals is that our physical bodies have the right to make mistakes. From the moment we are born, we are bound by the predetermined fate of Heaven. As long as we are kind-hearted, we don’t need to feel ashamed if we make mistakes.”
"To know one's mistakes and be able to correct them is of great importance. Fellow Daoist, it is already very impressive that you were able to realize your shortcomings in such a short time."
Master Han walked to his side and gently bumped his shoulder.
“Junior brother’s habit of lecturing has struck again. I think she’s only saying such nice things because she needs something from him,” Master Han said, extending his hand. “The rules of the martial world are that things should follow the natural order. It’s not unreasonable to take money to do things, is it?”
Song Chunxue subconsciously touched her purse.
The money I just earned this afternoon hasn't even warmed up yet, is this person doing this on purpose?
But Master Han's words made sense. She rummaged through her Qiankun bag. She couldn't be so stingy as to return what she had earned that afternoon.
She pulled out several inkstones that her senior brother had taken from the Zhang family; they looked very valuable.
After all, they are Taoist priests from one of the top Taoist temples in the capital, so how could they lack such mundane things as gold and silver?
"Oh?" He Xiu turned to look at Master Han. "It's actually a Huizhou inkstone. It's your favorite. Master Song, you really have a discerning eye."
Master Han was just testing the waters; he didn't really intend to accept her gifts.
I'm just not convinced and want to make her jealous.
Unexpectedly, she could easily pull out two Hui inkstones.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Didn't you say you were a Taoist priest who farmed crops?"
“Hey, I have a good senior brother, Master Zhang, whom you know. He gave it to me.” Song Chunxue said with a smile, feigning pride, “I can’t help it, I just have good interpersonal relationships.”
Master Han stretched out his hand, "One is enough."
Song Chunxue presented them with both hands, saying, "The two Taoist priests have been waiting here for you. Please give one to each of you."
"No need, no need. One of us is enough. My senior brother will give me other things I want. You keep the other one; you'll definitely need it in the future. Don't you have a son who's pursuing a career in government?"
His meaning is that Sanwa needs this Huizhou inkstone as a bribe when he climbs the ranks.
Song Chunxue bowed deeply in gratitude, "You two fellow Daoists are so kind, this junior..."
"Ah, no, please don't call yourself a junior. Lord Zhao is our senior." With that, He Xiu raised his hand and said, "Please come in. Business is important. I will definitely find that inhuman beast tonight."
Song Chunxue followed them to the library.
He Xiu was using magic and talismans to find the person who drew the talisman. Master Han sat in place, muttering something to himself, and soon saw the person's appearance.
"It was a woman, plump, who spoke with a strained expression, sharp and sarcastic, with two infant spirits clinging to her shoulders."
“That’s Chang’s mother, Xie’s former mother-in-law,” Song Chunxue said, not surprised. “She had an epileptic seizure before and even sought out a master to perform a ritual. I thought that after experiencing the backlash, she would be more respectful, but I didn’t expect her to go even further now.”
Master Han narrowed his eyes slightly. "She and her son had someone draw the talisman together. What do you plan to do about it?"
Song Chunxue gripped Wuyou tightly, "Of course it's revenge. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. We can't let a single one get away with it."
"Want to fight?"
"Want to fight?"
He Xiu and Master Han spoke at the same time. He Xiu was full of excitement, while Master Han was expressionless, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved.
"Of course, I won't be soft-hearted. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, violence for violence—I don't have that kind of high idealism to preach to them."
Song Chunxue clenched her fist. "If they make us all feel uneasy, they won't have it easy either. Do you two need our help?"
"Let's go!" He Xiu led the way. "I'll go put the sacks on, and my senior brother will help me carry the people."
As she spoke, Song Chunxue was grabbed by the shoulder and pulled onto the flying sword.
"..." There's no need to be so considerate; she can fly on her sword herself.
Moreover, why were the two fellow Daoists even more rude than their senior brother when they were pulling people?
A piece of skin on my shoulder was almost torn off.
"This is it." Arriving at a courtyard, He Xiu raised his sword while shaking a burlap sack in each hand, and barged straight into the house.
"Don't forget the male head of the household either; he's had snake soup before," Master Han said coldly, raising his chin. "Let him drink his fill tonight!"
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