Chapter 558 It's for Real
To defend our homeland and fight on the battlefield?
Isn't that the ideal and ambition of the soldiers?
Her senior brother actually asked her
Song Chunxue thought she had misheard.
Wasn't my senior brother supposed to be instructing her on sword techniques?
She sheathed her longsword and looked at the two people in front of her with a puzzled expression.
Lord Xie smiled and said, “Over the years, I have traveled all over the country with this not-so-good body. I have debated with scholars in the capital and witnessed soldiers fighting bravely and outwitting invaders at the border. Master Song’s skills are indeed extraordinary. He can charge into battle and take the enemy’s head without any problem.”
"..." Song Chunxue suspected that the two of them were encouraging her, praising her to death, so that she would lose her bearings.
She knows her own limitations best. She's just having fun and enjoying herself. Why should she have to go into battle?
There were so many brutes on the battlefield, as strong as oxen, she probably would have wanted to run away before she even had a chance to fight.
She's only accumulated a lot of energy in the last two years, and recently she's become arrogant and complacent, showing off a little.
Her senior brother's sudden action startled her, leaving her completely bewildered.
"Junior brother, don't panic. I was just asking casually. Your swordsmanship is fine, but it's too sharp and lacks restraint. If you had met a master to guide you when you were young, you would definitely be a very powerful swordsman, with few rivals."
The Taoist priest's voice was gentle and calm, not like he was trying to deceive her.
Song Chunxue suddenly realized that she hadn't even been able to fill her stomach when she was a girl, so how could she talk about receiving guidance from a master?
She was surrounded by people who were barely able to save themselves, so there was nothing left for her to do.
I fear that in those crisscrossing mountain gullies, countless gifted children were ultimately extinguished by poverty.
Almost from birth, she was destined for a foolish and mediocre life, just like Song Chunxue in her previous life.
Born from the loess soil, and buried back in the loess soil.
Because they never learned to read or write, their minds were still muddled, no different from animals with little intelligence, and their lives ended hastily.
And now everything feels like a dream; she can actually hear her senior brother giving her such high praise.
I have no regrets in this life.
"What's wrong?"
The Taoist priest looked at the mist in her eyes with a sense of helplessness and surprise. He raised his hand to touch his chest and turned to look at Xie Zheng.
Xie Zheng knew what the Taoist priest wanted to say, and said calmly, "She won't take my handkerchief; perhaps she brought her own."
Song Chunxue sniffed and turned her head away, her surging emotions dispelled by Xie Zheng's words.
My emotions have been fluctuating a lot lately; I'm easily saddened and easily elated. I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, or because too many things have happened that I haven't had time to properly process and digest.
She was never a smart person; she always used clumsy methods, and everything took her longer than others.
Last spring, when she was practicing swordsmanship, she would sometimes lock herself at home and practice for four or five hours a day, determined to perfect the movements that were not yet familiar and that made her feel frustrated, until they were smooth and effortless.
Sure enough, hard work pays off.
"I didn't cry, why would I need a handkerchief? Senior brother is good at praising people, but I want to see how good your swordsmanship is, and when I can reach your level."
Thinking of his senior brother's injuries, the hidden dangers left by his tribulation two years ago, and the recent drugging of aphrodisiacs, he knew that these would definitely hinder his cultivation.
"By the way, will the medicine I gave my senior brother be of any use? I've heard that cultivators need elixirs to aid them. Can your senior brother's loss be recovered?"
The Taoist priest nodded, "Yes, but there are some rare medicinal herbs that are hard to find. I've already asked someone to buy them for me."
Xie Zheng sighed softly as he raised his wooden sword.
"Brother Xie, what is it that makes you sigh like this?" the Taoist priest asked.
"Aren't you two fellow disciples? Why are you still being so polite?" Song Chunxue said earnestly. "It's alright, I'm not angry anymore. I feel deeply honored to be fellow disciples with Lord Xie."
Xie Zheng chuckled, "Just don't make fun of me."
"No, I will need to learn more from Lord Xie... oh no, I need to learn more from my junior brother in the future."
"..." But Xie Zheng still couldn't call her "Senior Brother".
Xie Zhenghui regained his composure and said frankly that he was lamenting the recent unrest in many places, including the incursions of the Xiongnu and the rebellion of Zhang Xianzhong and Luo Ru in Shu, which resulted in the capture of Kuizhou in eastern Sichuan.
Although there was a very powerful female general, Qin Liangyu, stationed in Shu, Jincheng had already sent reinforcements, and the military strength near Liangzhou was insufficient. Longxi County could only send 5,000 reinforcements, and many places in the Hexi Corridor needed to be garrisoned.
Xie Zheng, the prefect, has been quite worried lately. Rebels have gathered in many parts of the Northwest, and Song Chunxue's idea of traveling the world in peace may have to be postponed for a few years.
Master Zhang planned to visit Yumen Pass after he had recovered sufficiently from his illness.
Xie Zheng also wanted to go, but he had duties to fulfill and could not leave. He needed to strengthen his body as soon as possible and learn some simple self-defense techniques. He did not want to continue being a weak civil official who could not even kill a chicken.
He frankly stated that when he saw Song Chunxue beat up an unreasonable person, he realized for the first time that the virtue of winning people over with virtue could also be martial virtue.
After listening to them talk for a long time, Song Chunxue finally figured out some clues.
The mountain wind swept through, its force quite harsh, making people's ears hurt.
Fortunately, the sun rises in the east, the air gradually warms, and all things come to life.
"So, what you mean, Taoist priest, is that I should go with you to the border to fight off the enemy?"
The Taoist priest nodded, "That's right. Junior brother is a cultivator and has mastered the sword technique I obtained from the common people. He can integrate and apply it, and he is self-taught. He may encounter setbacks in front of martial arts masters, but in front of those bandits and foreign enemies on the border who only have brute force, junior brother may be able to take on a hundred men."
"..." Seeing the serious expressions on the Taoist priest and Xie Zheng's faces, Song Chunxue realized that they were serious.
Goodness, they used to treat her like a woman, but now they treat her like a brother.
This is a good thing; she no longer needs to worry about being a widow.
But when it came to actually going to the battlefield, she was a little scared.
She gritted her teeth. "When should we leave? Can I think about it?"
The Taoist priest smiled and nodded, "Of course, I need to recuperate for another half a month before I dare to set off. Take your time thinking about it. If you don't dare to go..."
"Who said I'm afraid to go? I just haven't figured out what to tell the children yet." She was a little hesitant to go, but she absolutely couldn't admit it.
So, in the days to come, wouldn't she have to practice diligently, honing her hearing and speed?
"That's good. Junior Brother's bloodlust is too strong, and his mind is unstable. He needs to be tempered, and the battlefield is the best place. When you truly see the enemy's head separated from his body and blood splattered on your face, you will feel awe for human life, for living beings, and for the Dao. Your soul will be tempered..."
"Senior brother, stop talking. I understand. It's been over twenty days, right? Do you have any more powerful sword techniques for me to learn? For example, how should I deal with an opponent who is eight feet tall and wielding a three-hundred-pound iron rod?"
The Taoist priest's eyes shone brightly, as if he had finally waited for her to ask the right question.
"Of course, I'll teach you. If you can learn it, junior brother, when you actually go to the battlefield, you'll still have to take care of me." The Taoist priest spread his hands. "To be honest, I'm not as good as you in close combat right now. At that time, I can only use all the talisman formations I've learned in my life to help you."
"..."
“I have a close friend who is a military leader, and I promised to help him for a month. If you are willing, junior brother, you can go and lend a hand…”
Song Chunxue nodded, "I'm willing."
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