Chapter 713 What kind of skill is that?
Master Zhang was stunned.
He didn't expect his junior brother to say that, as if she had seen everything.
A fleeting hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by his usual composure, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Junior brother, aren't you overestimating me? I just have some personal matters to attend to; I don't have such grand ambitions."
Song Chunxue continued with her work, her tone certain, "Since I've known my senior brother, I know him better than anyone else what kind of person he is."
“In the past, I might have been deceived by your appearance, but now I am also a sword cultivator who can protect myself. No matter how calm you appear, I can feel that there is an aura of an old man on you. Your heart has grown old.”
She stared at the kitchen knife in her hand for a moment, then said, "Senior brother, I hope you can also think about yourself and about us."
"Knock knock knock knock~"
The Taoist priest deftly chopped the meat with a cleaver, without replying.
"Senior brother, I hope that decades from now, we can still sit together and drink, celebrate the New Year and the Double Ninth Festival together, instead of it being difficult to get news of you."
"Well, it's not like I'm not coming back. It might take a year or two to sort things out with Master. I'll come back and have a drink with you guys when I have time," the Taoist priest said with a smile. "But I understand your intentions. Don't worry, your senior brother isn't that fragile."
"That's good." Song Chunxue glanced at him. "You said it yourself."
"Yes, I said so."
There were clanging and banging noises coming from the kitchen, while a few people sitting in the yard chatted casually.
"When did you meet them?" Lord Zhao asked Mei Yang.
"I've known about Master Zhang for seven or eight years. He travels around this area, helping people and doing good deeds, like an ascetic. Sister Song came to the county six years ago. Speaking of which, she was a hero. She bumped into me while trying to save Lord Xie. At that time, I felt that this woman had guts."
"Oh?" Lord Zhao asked curiously, "So, Junior Brother and Lord Xie knew each other before that?"
"Yes, I later learned that Lord Xie helped buy that fortress. Although thirty taels of silver was valuable at the time, it shouldn't have been bought for thirty taels. Lord Xie secretly paid some silver for her, but my brothers didn't find out the exact amount."
Lord Zhao nodded, "No wonder."
"Not only that, I later learned that when Lord Xie left the county government, he gave her thirty acres of land. Although those acres were taken back from the local bullies at a low price, thirty acres of land is almost enough to support her for a lifetime in the eyes of farmers. It is quite remarkable that Sister Song was able to realize his kindness so many years later."
These words made Lord Xie laugh heartily, "That's true, my junior brother is a late bloomer."
Suddenly, Master Han got up and leaped onto the high fortress wall, cautiously looking around.
"What's wrong?"
“Someone is playing dirty tricks on this house. Leave it to me, you guys continue.”
After saying that, he disappeared.
Mei Yang's eyes widened, feeling like she had seen wrong, and she rubbed her eyes vigorously.
“You read that right, he’s highly skilled and can fly.” Lord Zhao took a bite of the fried dough. “The sesame oil here is quite fragrant.”
"Yes, it smells especially good." Mei Yang looked at the figure that disappeared on the high wall, and then looked at the opposite side where there was indeed no trace of Master Han. Only then did he realize that there really were people in this world who could fly.
"Can Sister Song fly?"
"You mean flying on a sword?" Lord Zhao chewed slowly. "Of course, otherwise how could she have become my junior brother?"
Mei Yang was shocked. "She can fly too?"
"Didn't she tell you?"
Mei Yang took a sip of the cold tea and was utterly shocked.
He had always thought that Sister Song was just an ordinary person obsessed with cultivation, but after going out, he met a fellow practitioner.
Who knew these people could fly?
In just a few years, Sister Song has actually learned to fly?
...
An hour later, the dumplings were served.
Since there wasn't enough room for the stone table, they placed a large round table in the courtyard.
It's more comfortable sitting in the yard, where there's plenty of sunshine.
There are two kinds of fillings: pork and radish, and pork and chives.
Mei Yang had originally planned to leave, but he really wanted to ask Sister Song in person if she could really fly on a sword.
"Where is Master Han?" Song Chunxue looked at Mei Yang. "Is there something on my face?"
"I heard you can fly?"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "You don't believe me?"
"I don't believe you unless you try flying one yourself." To be honest, Mei Yang really didn't believe it.
"Let's wait until after we finish eating." Song Chunxue placed the vinegar on the table. "There's minced garlic here, add it yourself."
At this moment, Master Han appeared on the wall, gliding to the table like a nimble swallow, and sat down naturally.
Mei Yang's eyes widened in anger, and the dumpling she was about to eat fell into the bowl.
"how?"
“There were a few sneaky guys who said they wanted to capture Master Song alive, but I tied them up and hung them on the willow tree outside as a warning to others.” Master Han picked up his chopsticks. “There are no chives here, are there?”
He also doesn't like eating chives; after eating them, his mouth is filled with the taste of dead chives.
"No, don't worry, I only put in a little scallion." Song Chunxue looked at Mei Yang, "If I told you this Taoist priest was a snake, would you faint from fright?"
"..." Mei Yang's neck stiffened, and she stared blankly at Master Han, "Snake...snake? You were born in the Year of the Snake, right?"
Master Han picked up his chopsticks, sat upright, and glanced at him.
The next moment, he transformed into his true form.
"..." Mei Yang grabbed the Taoist priest Zhang next to her, but before she could make a sound, she fainted against his shoulder.
Lord Zhao sighed helplessly, "He hasn't even eaten yet, why are you scaring him?"
Master Han regained his human form and said, "It's easy to get into trouble if you're scared after eating too much. Just pinch him awake. He's a man, after all. What kind of skill is it to be afraid of snakes?"
"..." Song Chunxue sighed inwardly. What kind of skill is it to scare ordinary people?
...
After being awakened by the Taoist priest's needles, Mei Yang hurriedly ate a bowl of dumplings, refused to have a second bowl, and then led his horse away.
Two people dressed unusually were hanging outside the fort, which was seen by many people.
The next day, the story turned into someone trying to climb over the wall to steal from Song Chunxue's house, and almost got skinned alive.
Some people say that Song Chunxue offended someone outside, and that person came to seek revenge, but was caught red-handed by her lover who was hiding at home, who tied her up and hung her on a tree.
Even more outrageous, it was said that Song Chunxue had three lovers at home, all of whom seemed to be of extraordinary status. It was all because she cultivated herself so well that she became younger and younger, and she didn't even need to seduce anyone; men would chase after her.
Jiang Hongying came to tell her these words in person.
"Mother, what's going on? Is there really a man hiding in your house?"
“It’s fake,” Song Chunxue handed her a few hair accessories. “These past few days, some of my senior brothers have been passing through this area and are staying at my house temporarily. If you treat them as the men I’m hiding, be careful or your tongue will be cut out.”
Jiang Hongying stuck out her tongue. "I knew it. How could Mother possibly hide a man? Those people's tongues should be cut out."
"What if I really have a lover?" Song Chunxue teased her.
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