Chapter 738 You're finally back
Seeing the leaderless plunderers and learning about the yamen and the restaurant, everyone was terrified, caught in a dilemma.
But among the thousands of people, there were always some stubborn ones who took the opportunity to become temporary leaders, leading their men to guard the government office, layer upon layer. They wouldn't easily give up the territory they had fought so hard for.
Master Han didn't intend to kill them all. Whether he could do it was one thing, and not wanting to expose himself was another.
So, he silently killed their temporarily elected leader three times.
"It's time to go. The rest is up to the government." Master Han stood up, his face extremely gloomy. "I don't receive a government salary or a military salary. Do you expect me to clear all obstacles for them?"
Song Chunxue was speechless, feeling a chill run through her body.
She finally understood why those powerful experts were unwilling to get involved in these matters.
The endless tragedies, when traced back to their origins, all stemmed from the chaos within the court, from the instability of the empire, from the decay of its foundations. Who among us mere mortals could possibly turn the tide and reverse the course of events?
Perhaps a general can do it, but a cultivator cannot.
Their purpose in this trip was to deal with demonic and evil cultivators.
But who could remain unmoved when witnessing the suffering of those people?
Afterwards, they flew on their swords for half an hour to another city, found an inn, and took a shower to wash away the smell of blood.
Master Han had been living in the capital for many years, focusing on his cultivation. He had never witnessed such a scene of breaking into the city and looting and killing as he had today.
His face was even darker than Song Chunxue's.
They stayed in their own rooms, neither eating nor drinking.
What is morality? What is self-reflection in the Dao? What is going down the mountain for training? What is not interfering with cause and effect at will?
What are heretical and evil paths?
Looking around, every one of those barbarians rushing into the city gates was a demon.
Song Chunxue was restless. Before her lay the city that had been captured, and she knew she would have a difficult night. She simply couldn't find the peace to meditate.
"Squeak~"
The door to the next room opened.
Master Han found Song Chunxue and said, "I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Wait here for me and don't wander off."
Where are you going?
Master Han's gaze darkened slightly. "Find someone, send a message."
Song Chunxue nodded. The best way now is to let the imperial army reclaim the territory, drive those headless flies out of the city in one fell swoop, and greatly reduce their troop strength.
That night, Song Chunxue only regretted that she couldn't be like Master Han, coming and going freely and killing people from afar.
Otherwise, she would go too.
The next morning, Master Han finally returned.
Song Chunxue was meditating when she heard the commotion and ran over to ask what was going on.
Master Han took a sip of tea. “Don’t worry, the nearest troops have received the news and are heading to provide support. I believe that the city will soon return to the hands of the imperial court, and the people will be spared from further devastation.”
That's good.
"I'll take a nap and set off again in an hour. There are still two demonic cultivators we haven't found."
Seeing that Master Han's expression was visibly relaxed, Song Chunxue also relaxed a lot.
She went back to her room and dozed off for an hour.
For the next two days, just like the first day, Master Han taught Song Chunxue to first capture the leader of the thieves, confiscating all their gold, silver, treasures, and storage bags.
The difference is that the Taoist priest also dispersed the cultivation of all the demonic cultivator disciples who accompanied him, so that they could no longer cultivate and would not continue to harm the people.
On the fifth day, they arrived in western Yunnan and met up with Lord Zhao and Taoist Zhang.
The four of them lost the ease they had when they left home. They had no appetite for drinking while eating together, and the long silence created a somber atmosphere.
Everyone talks about the hardships of ordinary people, but they haven't experienced that kind of suffering in a long time. When they suddenly see it all, no one can show a smile.
“Let’s go back this afternoon. The things we’ve done these past few days are enough to accumulate merit for a lifetime. We’re exhausted. Let’s leave the rest to the right people.” Lord Zhao sighed. “I should also return to the capital. If I can turn the tide in the capital and secretly help things, I might be able to save tens of thousands of people from suffering without bloodshed.”
He sighed softly, "Zhao overestimated himself."
Master Han took a sip of tea but did not reply.
Song Chunxue watched as Master Zhang slowly picked up a piece of food, knowing that he was the one among them who had seen the most of these kinds of things.
Perhaps this is why he had to live a more burdensome life than most people.
"Master Han, how are you? Have you taken care of everything?"
Master Han stared at the teacup in his hand, his tone calm, "Yes, it's done, more than enough."
"What are Master Han's insights?"
"Insights?" Master Han scoffed. "Success makes you king, failure makes you a captive. Under the threat of war, the lives of ordinary people are as worthless as grass, even less than cattle and sheep."
"oh?"
"At least there aren't that many male cattle and sheep, and the owners don't allow multiple breeding cattle and sheep to exist. When the flock is mixed, at least most of the ewes are safe."
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The three people fell silent.
Master Han is quite eloquent; the truth is often bloody and unbearable to look at.
"Alright, have something to eat. I'll deliver the soldiers' pay to the general later, so that our soldiers can at least eat their fill and have the strength to protect our territory and people."
Song Chunxue looked at her senior brother, knowing that he had already given him what he had given him before.
She took out a money pouch from her storage ring. "Count me in too."
Suddenly I really want to go to a wealthy place and make money off those rich people, make a fortune.
"Here, I have no use for it." Master Han tossed a Qiankun bag to Lord Zhao. "Let them have some meat and wine every now and then."
Lord Zhao nodded, "Of course, I will definitely pass it on to a reliable general."
After they had filled their stomachs, they traveled together to Jincheng.
Lord Zhao and Taoist Zhang went to the nearby military camp.
Master Han went directly to the Taoist temple on Wuquan Mountain.
"You go down the mountain, I'll go bask in the sun. We'll set off for the capital tomorrow at noon."
The implication was that she should come and see them off the next morning.
"Okay, then I'll come up the mountain tomorrow morning."
Master Han waved his hand and stepped through the gate in the blink of an eye.
Who should we go to first?
After thinking for a moment, Song Chunxue went to take a look at the courtyard that Sanwa had bought for her.
It was a bit bigger than her courtyard in Lijiazhuang, and it looked about 80% new, like a wealthy man's son keeping his mistress in a luxurious house.
The furnishings inside the house were all new, the floor was paved with smooth blue bricks, and there was no clutter; it was clean and cozy.
We can clean it properly another day, buy some bedding and pillows, and then we can move in.
But suddenly she really wanted to see Xie Zheng and tell him about the hardships of this trip.
She had never thought of it before and thought it was pretentious.
She was too shy to speak to others.
In the evening, she came to Xie Zheng's courtyard.
It's only Mid-Autumn Festival, but the courtyard is already filled with fallen poplar leaves, golden and bright, which look desolate yet beautiful when blown by the wind.
She stepped into the room and heard the soft sound of pages turning coming from the study.
"Xie Zheng."
"Um?"
Xie Zheng was leaning against the narrow kang (a heated brick bed) by the window, comfortably flipping through a book, when he subconsciously looked up upon hearing the sound.
"Sister Song."
The moment he saw Song Chunxue, he quickly put down his book, nimbly slipped off the narrow kang (heated brick bed), and walked briskly to her wearing only socks.
"You're back."
As he spoke, he pulled the person into his arms tightly, his joyful voice tinged with a hint of grievance, tender and affectionate.
“Spring Snow, every day since you left has felt like an eternity to me.”
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