Chapter 1234 is really a bit unfair
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Time is running out.
Song Chunxue couldn't help but ask, "Where are you? Aren't you in the capital?"
"In Jincheng, where are you?"
"In the fortress, you..." The message was cut off before it could be finished.
I haven't had a proper rest lately, so my energy levels are limited.
Qi Yun observed her expression for a long while before asking, "Is Master communicating with someone through spiritual means?"
"Mmm." She lowered her head, still immersed in the complex emotions of Xie Zheng's initiative to communicate with her telepathically.
"Is that the legendary Lord Xie?" Qi Yun lowered his voice. "Master rarely shows such a sad and aggrieved expression."
Song Chunxue frowned, "Feeling wronged?"
She got up and left, somewhat annoyed, "Don't talk nonsense."
Who's wronged? I'm not wronged at all!
I am Master Song, the Master Song who can wield a sword to kill bandits, and the little disciple of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal. How could she feel wronged because of a man?
Hmph, what a joke.
This apprentice is becoming increasingly disrespectful.
"Hey Master, please don't be angry..."
Who's angry?
Song Chunxue glared at him. "I'm going to the outhouse, are you coming with me?"
Qi Yun scratched the back of his head helplessly. What had he said that made his master suddenly act like a roaring lion?
No, even when his older brother was in a bad mood, he wasn't this difficult to deal with.
Besides, the outhouse doesn't seem to be outside the door.
Does Master like to relieve himself in the wild?
Song Chunxue arrived at the Taoist temple in Dongshan, the place where her junior brother Zhang Chengxuan had lived alone for many years. There was usually no one there, and the gate was locked.
Few people come here to burn incense; they usually go elsewhere.
The apricot tree by the door is still so short and thick. I don't know if it's because the area is too dry or the summer is too short, but it doesn't have enough time to grow.
After all, spring comes late here; you don't really feel spring until the beginning of summer.
But summer here is very short, and autumn comes very quickly. On the day of the Beginning of Autumn, you can't deny that autumn has arrived. The weather, which was a bit humid during the hottest days of summer, suddenly becomes dry.
Summer continues elsewhere, but the leaves on the mountains here obey the autumn wind, turning yellow and red immediately, as if saying, "Autumn is here, it's getting cool, time to add some clothes."
Song Chunxue noticed that the breeze was no longer as gentle, and it made her nose itch.
It wasn't so hot under the sun anymore, but when you turned a corner and the sun disappeared, it suddenly felt cold.
In summer, people can skip wearing a bellyband to stay cool and avoid sweating, but not in autumn; they have to cover their stomachs.
Otherwise, even a bite of melon can give you diarrhea.
If you're greedy enough to eat a watermelon the size of half a bowl, you're guaranteed to be running to the toilet constantly.
Song Chunxue felt quite hot after climbing the mountain path, so she bought an autumn melon at the foot of the mountain. She cut it open with her sword, and it was red and perfectly ripe.
I could smell the watermelon aroma even before I started eating it.
But Song Chunxue sat on the ground, the dry earthen steps were spotless, blown clean by the wind.
I took out a spoon and scooped up a mouthful. Before it even entered my mouth, a moist sensation soaked into my heart.
I'm a little sad, a little... damn wronged.
Although she got furious when she heard the word, now that she's calmed down and sitting here, feeling her own emotions, Song Chunxue actually feels that only this word can accurately describe her feelings.
So what if I feel wronged? I'll just quietly admit it to myself, and no one will notice.
Wuyou popped out, "Hehehe, I found it."
Song Chunxue looked up, glanced at him indifferently, and continued to eat the watermelon flesh.
Mmm, it tastes so sweet. The bitterness and sadness in her heart have faded.
The watermelons here are still the sweetest; there are advantages to drought.
She discovered that fruits that were too big or too pretty were not very tasty.
It's moist, but not flavorful enough.
She was like a small watermelon, not competing with the big watermelons in size, quietly basking in the sun to become sweet, and quietly bearing watermelon seeds.
"Master Song, I know you've been wronged, aren't you ashamed?" Wuyou leaned closer to her, "Is it really that delicious? Can you swallow such a big bite?"
"Don't be ashamed, you're not human anyway." Song Chunxue said expressionlessly, "Want to eat? If you want to eat, then hold it in, you can't taste the sweetness anyway."
Wuyou felt like she rolled her eyes.
He swayed as he leaned against the steps.
"If I can't taste it, I can't taste it, but I can bask in the sun."
“I bet Lord Xie will come looking for you,” Wuyou said cheekily. “People are always curious about those who like them and haven’t given up on them. Even if their feelings have been severed, their humanity remains, and perhaps those feelings will grow back.”
"Oh, you know about this?" Song Chunxue laughed at him. "Who have you been listening to stories with lately? I can actually hear a hint of humanity in your voice. Could it be that you've fallen in love?"
"Bullshit, what would I need that thing for? I'm a sword immortal, do you even know what a sword immortal is?" Wuyou flipped over, making a clanging sound.
"In a few hundred years, I can also call myself a sword immortal. So what if I'm a sword immortal?"
"Then I am a celestial sword. The word 'sword' signifies that I am a sword, not some fragile mortal. If I could develop feelings for you, then I would truly be a rare and unique creature in the world!"
Song Chunxue forcefully scooped out the red flesh, held up half of the watermelon rind, drank the water inside, and then picked up the other half to start eating.
"Stop eating! Even a piglet doesn't eat as loudly as you." Wuyou grunted twice. "Do you want to know where Xie Zheng is right now?"
"I don't want to." She took out a fried dough stick from her storage ring, broke it into pieces, put it into the watermelon bowl, and started stirring it as she ate it.
"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of eating is this?" Wuyou floated in front of her again. "Watermelon is extremely cold in traditional Chinese medicine. Aren't you afraid of getting an upset stomach if you eat so much in early autumn?"
"What are you afraid of? I've just been feeling a bit feverish lately."
Wuyou glanced at the pedestrians on the street, "Why is that fox spirit here?"
"Zhang Chengxuan must have given him something to know where I am."
“That’s true,” Wuyou patted her shoulder. “Actually, I just realized that when you told him you saw your second sister off, you actually wanted him to comfort you, like he used to.”
Song Chunxue felt the melon juice she had just eaten flowing out of her eyes.
She held her breath to ease the soreness in her nose.
"Hey, although I don't know what it feels like for two people to hug, I've been around people for so long, and I know that you actually need someone to hug you right now."
"..." Song Chunxue took out her handkerchief, secretly pinched her nose, and wiped away the tears on her face.
"If you want to cry, then cry. Do you think I'll hear you?" Wuyou said in a condescending tone. "In front of me, you're still just a kid. It's normal for you to cry."
Qi Yun's footsteps drew closer, and Song Chunxue snapped, "Shut up."
"Tsk, I think this vixen is quite pretty. Why don't you lean on his shoulder for a bit? I'll tell Xie Zheng later, and who knows, he might remember something overnight, all those sweet nothings and romantic moments under the moon."
Qi Yun approached and handed her a gourd of wine.
“Master, please have a pot of wine. I won’t disturb you. There’s a heretical cultivator around here; I’ll go check it out.”
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