Chapter 581 Frustration
After tidying up for a while, Song Chunxue sat down to eat.
The steward, Xie Dong, added two dishes at the last minute, saying that the days had been getting longer recently, and Xie Zheng should go home for lunch and rest before returning to the yamen to carry out his duties.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have had any food to eat today.
The Taoist priest stroked his beard. "We came here to freeload a meal because we knew our junior brother was home."
"But you seem quite relaxed lately, not working as hard as before. Has something happened?"
Xie Zheng poured wine for the two of them, his eyes smiling.
He was dressed in dark green casual clothes, and his complexion looked better than before.
"Nothing really happened. I just suddenly realized that some things are arranged by fate. No matter how anxious I am, it's pointless. I might as well be more relaxed. When the time comes, things will naturally turn around."
As he spoke, he raised his wine glass and looked at the Taoist priest.
"I also want to thank my senior brother. If I hadn't met you, I would never have picked up the Book of Changes again in my life. I used to have a prejudice against this book. In the past two years, whenever I was in a dilemma, I would put it down and I would have a different state of mind each time. Every time, I could find the answer."
The Taoist priest nodded, "That is the wisdom of our ancestors. Later generations can only look up to it. Read it a hundred times and its meaning will become clear."
His gaze fell on Song Chunxue. "You should read it more too; it will calm your mind."
Song Chunxue shook her head. "No, I've tried a few times, and only meditation can calm me down. Lately, I've been feeling a strange energy coursing through my limbs and bones, making it impossible for me to calm down. But there's one advantage: I'm becoming more and more attuned to the short sword."
Speaking of short swords, such powerful magical weapons should be given a name.
Of those present, Xie Zheng was the most well-read.
"Junior brother, can you name this short sword of mine?" Song Chunxue took out the sword and used her spiritual power to lift it in front of Xie Zheng.
Xie Zheng was astonished, "You...you can actually use a sword like that?"
"My senior brother can do it too, but he just never showed it to us ordinary people before. A person who can fly on a sword is definitely not an ordinary person."
Xie Zheng reached out to grasp the short sword, but the blade suddenly circled around him.
The Taoist priest stared at the sword with envy in his voice, "This is no ordinary sword. It is a spiritual object dug out from the deep mountains by a spirit pet on Mount Xuliang. It is made of meteorite iron and infused with the spiritual power of our ancestors. It has sentience. It is not just a sword. It will become the closest thing to us in the future."
Therefore, naming him should not be done lightly.
It's not easy to get it either.
If you're not satisfied with the sword, you'll get beaten up.
However, he did not intend to tell Xie Zheng.
To everyone's surprise, this short sword, forged from meteorite iron and never rusting, with its chilling gleam, was held upright in front of Xie Zheng's eyes, as if a child were curiously examining his eyes.
Short Sword, who was wary of White Tiger in the morning, was not afraid of Xie Zheng at all. He even rested his sword hilt on Xie Zheng's shoulder and then lay firmly on his body.
The Taoist priest subconsciously looked at Song Chunxue, and for some reason, Song Chunxue felt her face burning.
Seriously, it's unbearable to look at.
Will this short sword change hands halfway through its journey?
He's taken a liking to Xie Zheng?
He has absolutely no fighting skills.
"It seems he likes you quite a bit. Take your time and think of a nice name for her, preferably one that even the sword likes, otherwise he'll teach you a lesson." The Taoist priest shook his head and said, "This thing is just like Little White, an ingrate."
As if it understood, the short sword raised its tip slightly before naturally falling back down.
"The fermented noodle soup is quite good. Before I knew it, I had already missed the Dragon Boat Festival this year. Now is the perfect time to eat fermented noodle soup. Does Lord Xie enjoy it?"
She still felt more comfortable calling him Lord Xie.
"I can get used to the taste. When it's hot, I like to drink a couple of sips of it raw. Although it's not as good as the stir-fried kind, it's very refreshing when it's hot. The stir-fried daylily and chives in the soup are absolutely delicious." He drank the last sip of soup and handed the bowl to the servant. "Another bowl, please."
There were no young maids in Xie Zheng's courtyard, not even cooks or servants; the entire courtyard was filled with men.
If Song Chunxue hadn't known he had been married, she would have suspected that he was a homosexual.
Or perhaps he has some hidden ailment that makes him keep his distance from women.
Thinking about it this way, it makes perfect sense that he was interested in her before.
After all, he didn't want to be around women.
It is said that the second daughter of that Lord Yang from last time even went to see Lord Xie in a special way afterward, unable to believe that someone of his age would not be interested in such a beautiful young girl.
They were not convinced.
According to Xie Dong, the Yang family only stopped after Xie painted a landscape painting.
That's good too. By focusing on the Tao and reducing desires, even if one cannot attain immortality, at least one can live a longer and more peacefully.
After finishing her meal, Song Chunxue went to her room for a nap.
She can skip sleep in the morning and evening, but she wants to take a nap at noon, and her afternoon nap is especially sweet.
Neither the Taoist priest nor Xie Zheng had the habit of taking a nap, so they sat together playing chess, drinking tea, and chatting about the past and present.
When the Taoist priest mentioned that he was going to the Zhao family to discuss matters concerning the Taoist temple, Xie Zheng offered to accompany him, so the two of them took Liu Chunshu with them.
When Song Chunxue woke up, she found that she hadn't even changed her position and had slept soundly for an hour and a half.
Sitting on the bed, her mind went blank.
Looking at the sunlight streaming through the window, she felt a bittersweet mix of satisfaction and unease.
I don't know what's wrong with me, but lately my emotions have been coming and going like the tides.
She easily recalls many past events, her previous and present lives intertwined, making her momentarily lose track of time.
She instinctively summoned a short sword from her storage bag, only to find that he was not there.
Song Chunxue sprang up from the bed instantly. Where was her sword?
Where did her precious sword go?
In an instant, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
That's her lifeline; if she lost it, she would definitely cry her heart out.
Clang!
Song Chunxue opened the door and came out of the house. Xie Dong put down the water ladle and ran over to her.
"What happened, Master Song? My master asked me to tell you before he left that he insisted on taking your sword with him. He went to the Zhao family with Master Zhang and will return it to you when he comes back."
"..." Thankfully, the sword is still here.
But just as Song Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly raised her sword. Was the sword truly about to stray and choose another beauty?
When they come back, she will definitely give him a good beating and will never treat him like she used to.
Even if he were to run off with someone else, shouldn't he at least say goodbye to her?
Song Chunxue slumped down on the steps, looking like a heartbroken child whose wife had run away, filled with bitterness.
Since her rebirth, she hadn't felt so defeated in a long time, but she had alson't experienced such emotional turmoil and dramatic ups and downs in a long time.
One moment she felt incredibly proud of herself, the next she felt she might not be able to overcome this hurdle and that her life would end here. She had never been so eager to learn and competitive as she was now.
"Master Song?"
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Xie Dong couldn't help but ask her a question.
"Okay, I'm fine. I'll go check on my two sons and we'll talk again when I get back tonight."
Too much smooth sailing isn't good either. Today's setback brought her back down to earth. People need to stay grounded and not get too carried away.
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