Chapter 895 Senior Brother is quite angry, haha
After putting all the bags into her storage ring, Song Chunxue slung a small bundle over her shoulder, just in case she needed to go shopping.
This trip out of Beijing can be described as a fruitful one.
Although Xie Zheng would stay in the capital, she was overjoyed at the thought of returning to a familiar place and seeing familiar people.
They said goodbye outside the city gate; there was no carriage, just the three of them.
Xie Zheng and his daughter, along with Fang Yue, stood there watching them leave until their figures grew smaller and smaller before Master Han took out his flying boat.
Traveling with her two senior brothers, Song Chunxue felt incredibly relaxed.
She could lie on the edge of the airship, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers below, or she could lean against a corner, covering her eyes with her hat and taking a nap.
Because she didn't have to worry about anything, she was even woken up by her own snoring because she was a heavy sleeper and slept too deeply.
Although she doesn't snore much unless she's sleeping in a bad position.
She thought she would be embarrassed, but when she opened her eyes, she found that Master Han and Lord Zhao were both meditating intently, which made her feel a little awkward instead.
She quickly sat up straight and began to meditate.
Time flies when you have something to do.
She thought she would be very worried about Xie Zheng, so she was sullen the whole way, but she wasn't at all.
Knowing that their feelings for each other were unwavering, she felt at ease.
When Song Chunxue opened her eyes, the flying boat had already stopped outside the Taoist temple on Wuquan Mountain.
For a moment, she thought she was dreaming.
"You've gone mad from sleeping. If you really like sleeping on this airship, you can borrow it."
Master Han stood on the ground, his light, moon-white robes making him appear elegant and refined, like a handsome young man from a painting.
Song Chunxue, stroking the flying boat, jumped to the ground, patted the non-existent dirt in her palm, and laughed, "How could I? What if Senior Brother gets jealous?"
As she walked inside, she said, "I'm hungry. I'll go to the kitchen to see what we can eat."
“Why would I be jealous? Junior brother, explain yourself clearly,” Lord Zhao’s voice was deep and steady as he raised his hand to stop her. “If you don’t discipline him for three days, he’ll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles. I think you need to be properly disciplined.”
The "training" that the senior brother mentioned was nothing more than rigorous training from dawn till dusk, no matter how hard it was.
Although she was somewhat reluctant, Song Chunxue turned to him and smiled, "Okay, I couldn't be happier. I've been slacking off lately and I'm feeling uneasy, so I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother."
"Hey!" Lord Zhao casually picked up a pebble and threw it over. "You think you can act like a lawless person just because you're back in your own home? You don't respect me, your senior brother, do you?"
Song Chunxue stopped, leaning against the door frame with bright eyes, and asked with a smile, "Does Senior Brother also feel like I'm back home? I never realized before that home can actually have many meanings."
She found this statement quite apt and clapped her hands, "That's right, this is my home. I have senior brothers, uncles, and disciples here now. If it doesn't count as my home, then I would be too heartless."
This discovery delighted her, and she unconsciously quickened her pace, even skipping steps like a child.
She swung her arms and laughed, "My home is also the home of my two senior brothers. Please don't be shy. I'll go find my senior brother first. I haven't seen him in a long time, and I miss him terribly."
Lord Zhao looked at Master Han and said, "Sigh, what a strange junior brother. One moment he's as mature as an old lady, and the next he's as innocent as a three-year-old. He's so contradictory."
Master Han stepped across the threshold unhurriedly and without any tremor, his hands behind his back, displaying the demeanor of an elder.
"She just hasn't completely let go of the pride of that life. In less than a hundred years, her heart has grown old. Even if she were to be reborn now, a few short years are not enough to drive away the dust of those years from her heart. She needs to take it slowly."
“Yes, that’s true,” Lord Zhao nodded. “Ever since she learned that you were quite old, she has stopped thinking of herself as old and even acts like a grandson in front of you.”
Master Han glanced at him. "And what about you? Do you think I'm old?"
Seeing his displeased expression, Lord Zhao realized he had said the wrong thing.
He smiled and quickly tried to salvage the situation, "How could that be? I think that Master Qingfeng has remained as handsome and dashing as ever for a hundred years, with the demeanor of an immortal and the air of a sage. It makes people forget his age and always feel that you have become an immortal, but you are not ranked among the immortals. You are more willing to stay in the mortal world and guide us confused and pitiful cultivators. You are a true living god."
Master Han glanced at him, gave a soft snort, and quickened his pace to walk inside.
Whether he believed it or not is unknown, but his expression clearly mocked him.
Lord Zhao followed behind him, thinking to himself that old people were indeed not easy to fool.
After chatting with her mother-in-law for a couple of minutes in the kitchen, she took the tea to find her eldest brother.
During her trip to the capital, she bought a lot of things for her senior brother, as well as things for Xie Zheng, and she wanted to deliver them to him as soon as possible.
I wonder if my senior brother has been bothered by his disciples lately.
No child is easy to raise, let alone five.
As soon as Song Chunxue entered the courtyard, she saw her senior brother sitting at the stone table, brewing tea in a pot.
Upon seeing her arrive, the Taoist priest put down his tea canister and added water to it.
"You're back. It seems my divination skills have improved quite a bit, not much worse than before." He smiled and pointed to the stone benches opposite him, each with a soft cushion on it. "Why don't you wait for the other two senior brothers to sit down and have some tea?"
He pushed the tea he had poured for her to her seat, stood up and said, "I'll go greet my two senior brothers. You should have something to eat first."
Song Chunxue walked up to him with a smile, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Senior Brother!"
“I’ll go with you.” She followed behind him, carefully looking at his back. “Senior brother doesn’t look as thin as last time. It seems you had a good New Year. How’s your recovery going?”
The Taoist priest turned his head and said, "It's alright. Those kids are like bandits, they eat a lot. I go down the mountain to buy good food more and more often. Just driving the horse-drawn cart and carrying flour is making my body stronger."
Song Chunxue laughed uncontrollably, "Now you understand how difficult it is to raise children, right? But their personalities aren't as stubborn as mine. Have you ever hit them? They're just too resilient. They should taste the pain of punishment, otherwise boys are hard to control and easily become rebellious."
“You hit the nail on the head,” Master Zhang sighed. “My disciple was so sensible at first, always calling me Master Zhang and being incredibly filial. But now, well, I’m so angry my beard is practically turning white.”
He pointed to the incense burner in the back hall, "See that? There's a crack on it. I had to hire a craftsman to repair it twice, which cost me eight taels of silver."
"They were playing around and didn't know their own strength. Now I realize that what everyone says about climbing onto the roof and removing tiles is no exaggeration. They couldn't sleep at night, so they ran up to my roof and started removing tiles to see if I was stealing roast chicken! Each of them stood on the spot for two hours, and they still haven't learned their lesson!"
Mentioning this, Zhang Chengxuan's beard twitched with anger.
P.S.: Because of some business, on my second trip back from my parents' house, our tricycle fishtailed and we fell into a ditch on the ice. Luckily, several kind men spent a lot of time pulling us out. My husband's car was towed far away, and I was nearby without cigarettes on me, so the man who initially stopped to help offered me one. Next time, I'll definitely want to have some cigarettes in my pocket. Grateful to the kind passersby.
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