Chapter 823 Is Mother Going to the Capital?
Master Zhang paused for a moment, then revealed the most relaxed smile he had shown in a long time.
“Junior brother is right, I will definitely remember it. I have died once, and I will never do things the way I used to. You saved my life, and I will cherish it from now on.”
These words struck a chord with Song Chunxue.
But her senior brother's attitude made her feel a little embarrassed. "How could I dare to lecture my senior brother? I was just threatening him."
Master Zhang strode down the steps, saying, "Go back and form a pact with the sword spirit."
Just yesterday, he was still hesitating about whether to fulfill his previous promise, but his former fellow disciples came to his door, completely destroying any remaining hope he had.
He wants to stay on this mountain, teach his disciples well, cultivate diligently, and in the future, strengthen his lineage, make the Taoist temple flourish, and inspire more people to embrace the Tao.
...
Back at the Taoist temple, his uncle, Taoist Fengyun, was waiting for him in the main hall.
To Song Chunxue's surprise, the tiger and the fox were also there, lazily nestled on the futons nearby, taking a nap.
When the white tiger saw them coming, it yawned and then rested its head on the two-tiered futon beside it, looking quite relaxed.
"Uncle-Master," Master Zhang bowed respectfully.
In fact, my uncle is also a member of the Void Sect, but he has been staying on this mountain for the past few years.
"They've been here?" His gentle voice carried the concern of an elder for a younger generation. "You're just too stubborn and easily broken. If you hadn't betrayed the sect back then, you could have just wandered around like me and never gone back."
He walked over and patted the leaves off Zhang Chengxuan's shoulder. "But it's good that you cut them off cleanly. You'll have a wider road ahead of you in the future."
He turned and stepped over the threshold. "Master Han mentioned that sword and asked me to personally protect you. Come in."
Song Chunxue looked at her senior brother; it seemed she had underestimated the sword.
She took the sword out of her storage ring and handed it to her senior brother.
"Senior brother, this opportunity is rare and hard to come by. I hope that you will fight for everything you deserve in the future. If it is yours, you will never give it up."
Zhang Chengxuan stretched out both hands, solemnly accepted the longsword, walked to the front of the hall, and silently recited the oath of brotherhood with his uncle.
The moment the last word fell, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from the sword, and a phantom black dragon shadow hovered in the air, whimpering softly around Zhang Chengxuan.
The next moment, the dragon's shadow rushed to Zhang Chengxuan, carrying him out of the house and soaring into the sky.
Song Chunxue was shocked. Before she could put Wuyou into the storage ring, Wuyou had already rushed out.
Suddenly, thunderclouds gathered, a strong wind blew, and within three breaths, a heavy rain began to fall.
No wonder, no wonder they came all this way and the first thing they asked about was the whereabouts of the sword.
No wonder others would know about such a secret.
This sword must be under the close watch of those important figures; it may be an extremely famous divine sword.
Furthermore, it's no wonder that Lord Zhao and Daoist Han personally escorted it here. If others knew this, wouldn't they all fight over it?
Thinking about it, she suddenly realized that her senior brother and Daoist Han must also possess powerful weapons that were no less formidable than this sword, otherwise how could they remain indifferent to such a powerful weapon?
Although she believed that neither her senior brother nor Master Han were the kind of people who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals, this was a precious thing. If it weren't for the fact that Master Han was so calm back then, how could he have remained so composed?
However, this was just a guess; she could ask him directly when they met next time.
Half an hour later, the rain stopped, and Wuyou flew back, but her senior brother was nowhere to be found.
She couldn't help but worry, "Uncle-Master, is Senior Brother in danger?"
She wondered why her uncle was standing there so calmly, waiting. Shouldn't he be looking for her senior brother and protecting him?
"Don't worry, things are different now. He has regained his strength, and with that sword, there are few people in this world who can do anything to him." Fengyun Daoren put down his crossed legs. "You go down the mountain, I will take good care of him."
"No rush, I'll wait for him to come back."
However, two more hours passed, and the senior brother still hadn't returned.
Song Chunxue took out Wuyou and said, "Go and find your senior brother, see where he is and whether he is safe."
“He’s perfectly safe. He’s gone back to his cave to practice his swordsmanship, and he might continue his seclusion along the way. You don’t need to worry about him.” Wuyou said calmly. “You should go about your business.”
"..." Is she blaming her for being too nosy?
But now that it's getting late, she really should go down the mountain.
After flying around the mountain on her sword, she returned to the place where her senior brother had previously secluded himself for cultivation, only to find that there was a barrier at the entrance, preventing her from entering.
She had only ever seen barriers in storybooks before; she never expected to see one in person today.
That invisible barrier could not be broken no matter what.
She had no choice but to go down the mountain.
The next day, she inquired on the mountain and learned that her senior brother had indeed gone into seclusion. Tudan continued to bring him meals every day.
Changfeng and Changyun offered to help deliver the goods in shifts, but Tudan refused.
The same thing happened for the next month.
Before we knew it, it was winter. The weather was getting colder and colder, and Jincheng welcomed its first heavy snowfall of the winter.
At that time, Song Chunxue was meditating in a room with a charcoal brazier burning.
"Mother, are you inside?"
Just then, she heard her second son's voice outside.
On snowy days, people's voices become muffled. Song Chunxue opened her eyes and got off the soft couch.
Wu Shuang seemed to be stopping the second brother, telling him not to disturb her and to wait by himself on the side.
"Let him in."
Song Chunxue sat by the brazier, picked up the fire tongs and threw the embers into the brazier, then picked at the red-hot charcoal ash.
When the second daughter came in, she used fire tongs to take two roasted potatoes out of the brick basket under the charcoal brazier.
"Are you off today?"
The second son casually pulled over a low stool and sat down, stretching out his hands to warm himself over the charcoal brazier.
"Yes, but something came up at the yamen, I just got back from there." The second brother glanced at her quickly, "The snow is getting bigger and bigger, it's quite beautiful."
Song Chunxue took down the teapot hanging above the brazier, poured a cup, and handed it to him.
"Why don't you go home to see your wife? Why did you come here?" Knowing how punctual her second son was usually when he came home, Song Chunxue felt that he had something to say to her.
The second brother touched his nose and smiled guiltily.
“Mother saw through it,” he said, taking a sip of tea and carefully choosing his words. “People came from the capital. The eunuch in charge was of high rank, and his carriage was very ornate and impressive. The eunuch and Lord Xie stayed in the room for a long time, and I don’t know what they talked about.”
Song Chunxue paused for a moment, thinking about the dream she had recently, and wondered if what was coming had finally arrived.
"What do you think was said?" she asked the second son. "Don't lie."
The second brother lowered his head, not daring to look Song Chunxue in the eye.
"Sanwa said that a letter came from the capital earlier, indicating that the situation in the capital was unstable, with eunuchs in power and a hint of chaos in the country. Lord Xie may have to return to the capital to help loyal ministers stabilize the court."
He observed Song Chunxue's expression. "Mother, if Lord Xie is going to the capital, he may not be able to return for several years. Will you stop him?"
"Or perhaps you intend to accompany him to the capital?"
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