Chapter 928 This is not something to be asked.
Changfeng and Changyun exchanged a glance.
“We are Master’s disciples, so it is only right that the two of us should guard this place. However, we are not skilled enough, and if we encounter troublemakers, we might cause trouble for Master,” Changfeng said earnestly. “Let’s discuss this among our senior disciples.”
He also knew what his senior brothers were thinking.
“Master doesn’t accept female disciples, but you’ve known Master for a long time, so it’s best not to think too much about it.”
Lord Zhao shook his head, "It's not that I'm worried about, but rather..."
He looked at Master Han and said, "There are many cultivators here. If we are targeted by evil cultivators, we may not be as confident as Master Han."
Master Han put down his chopsticks and bowl, saying, "I'm getting old, I need to sleep at night."
"..." Lord Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and suppressed a laugh.
It turns out he was still holding a grudge because his junior brother had made fun of him about his age.
Master Zhang cleared his throat and took the initiative to plead for his junior brother, "How about punishing her to be your senior brother's cook next time?"
Master Han paused for a moment and nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll keep an eye on her tonight. But even if I don't, the sword will take good care of her."
Lord Zhao shook his head, "It's hard to say, Wuyou didn't show up last time."
He was referring to Song Chunxue's previous injury.
Master Han looked up at the window and said, "If only Lord Xie were here, I would have told him not to take that dog emperor's decree to heart, but he insisted on going."
Everyone remained silent.
Several young disciples exchanged glances, thinking that Master Han really cared about age.
I should say less in the future.
Otherwise, Master Han used to enjoy teaching Uncle Song some cultivation methods.
The following morning, Song Chunxue still hadn't woken up.
Master Zhang stayed by her side during the day, while the others went out to visit other guests with Master Han.
Song Chunxue didn't wake up until after dark, when everyone had gone to bed.
In her dream, she practiced swordsmanship for a month and felt like she was about to become a sword herself.
If Wuyou hadn't woken her up, she probably would have continued sleeping.
Good heavens, is practicing swordsmanship in her dream meant to help her catch up with her senior brothers as soon as possible?
When she woke up, she ate a whole roast chicken, two bowls of noodles, and drank two pots of tea.
Master Han, who had watched her finish eating everything, poured himself two glasses of wine.
Tell me, what did you dream about?
"I practiced swordsmanship and meditation for a whole month, but I didn't feel tired at all. In fact, I wanted to keep practicing."
Master Han gently tapped the table. "Anything else?"
"It was a mess, I can't remember it clearly, it was all in fragments. It must have been a very special dream. Subconsciously, I told myself that I had to write it down, preferably on paper, but it was quickly replaced by a new dream."
Song Chunxue came to her senses. "I slept for a whole day and night?"
"That's right, the Dao Debate is tomorrow. But I heard that the venue for this Dao Debate is Mount Ai. Are you going?"
"Hmm?" Song Chunxue asked, puzzled. "Why do you ask that?"
Master Han gave an explanation, which made Song Chunxue shudder.
It turns out that this Aishan Mountain is no ordinary place; it has been a forbidden area since ancient times.
This discussion was less a discussion of the Way and more a meeting to destroy the Way.
Let's lure these cultivators to their deaths with rare treasures as bait.
Upon hearing that the place had everything, and that there were many places shared by the Three Realms and even the Six Realms, Song Chunxue lost all interest.
“I won’t go. Our little apprentice probably wouldn’t dare to go either. I’ll take them to have some fun. The three of you can go.” Song Chunxue said with a smile. “I’ll take them to see the various Taoist temples and monasteries nearby. I’ve heard the scenery here is quite nice, and there are many places worth seeing.”
Master Han smiled faintly and poured himself a glass of yellow wine. "Would you like some?"
"Huh? You're drinking rice wine? Didn't you say..."
"That's called realgar wine. I just find it unpleasant to drink, not that I can't drink it." Master Han leaned back in his chair with a calm and relaxed demeanor. "Everyone else is going, but you're not. Well, you can go and have fun by yourself."
"..." You should have said so earlier. If everyone goes, what will she do by herself?
This old snake was just teasing her because he was unhappy.
But, well, who can blame them for being a senior?
"Where's Senior Brother?" Song Chunxue looked out the window. "It must be very late. Didn't Senior Brother stop you from coming to my room?"
Master Han frowned. "Why did he stop me?"
"Don't you two sleep in the same room?"
Master Han gritted his teeth. "Who told you that?"
“I…” Song Chunxue’s eyes darted away, “I saw it in my dream.”
She spoke very softly for the last sentence, and her neck was hunched over, as if she were afraid of being beaten.
It was because she felt she could see everything clearly in her dream, which was very different from her usual dreams.
She often dreams, and although the scenes in her dreams are in familiar places, they feel like she is in a mirror, and the direction and feeling are different.
It's her fault for saying it offhand, mistaking a dream for reality.
They deserve it.
She raised her hand and patted her mouth, "I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense. Please punish me, Master Han."
She dared not look up, for fear that if she did, she would see a gaping, bloody maw.
"You're out of your body? I didn't see that."
"Huh?" Song Chunxue was filled with questions after hearing Master Han's answer.
Does this prove that they really sleep in the same room?
Was what she saw in her dream real?
Master Han's expression was serious. "Logically speaking, since Zhang Chengxuan and I were watching, we know best whether your soul has left or not. When did you see it?"
Song Chunxue shrank her neck and said, "I don't know."
She had only one question on her mind: "Senior, what is your opinion of my senior brother?"
Master Han raised an eyebrow. "Opinion? What kind of opinion do you want?"
She felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her head, and quickly lowered her head to pick at her fingers. "It's nothing, I was just asking casually. I felt that you guys had a close relationship. If you could become disciples of our master, we would be fellow disciples."
"You wish," Master Han scoffed. "Want to be my senior brother? I think you're still dreaming."
That's not what she meant, but she didn't have the courage to ask the real question.
I almost blurted it out, but thankfully, I managed to stay rational.
Otherwise, she doubted she would live to see tomorrow.
"Alright, be careful tonight. Call us if anything happens. You'd better not sleep, or Xie Zheng will be devastated if you sleep too much." Master Han stood up. "Get ready. We'll set off at dawn. When you come back, you'll be my cook for a month."
"Oh...ah?" Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "The cook?"
Master Han told her about the results of the discussion that night.
"Alright, alright, that's fine," Song Chunxue stood up to see him off, "Then Daoist Master, please get some rest."
Master Han had just stepped one foot across the threshold when he suddenly stopped. "Something's not right."
What's wrong?
He turned to look at Song Chunxue, "Do you think that my relationship with Lord Zhao is not innocent?"
Song Chunxue's skin tightened. "No, no, of course not."
"Ha!" Master Han pointed at her, a half-smile on his face, "Have I wasted all these years? When you three girls got together in the capital, you loved to guess this. Vulgar woman."
Song Chunxue chuckled, "Oh, it wasn't like that after all. I'm sorry, I won't make wild guesses anymore."
“I’m not Laozi, but your senior brother,” he lowered his head and thought for a moment, “it’s hard to say, I’ll ask him later.”
Song Chunxue's eyes widened. This was not something to be asked!
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