Chapter 1302 Your Dream Is Quite Desolate
To everyone's surprise, when she learned that someone had to escort Song Chunxue home, Song Chunxue chose Mengzhongjun.
Mengzhongjun shuddered suddenly, pointing at himself, "Me?"
Oh no, oh no, this vengeful woman is probably planning to lure him home so she can kill him as soon as possible.
He looked to Huo Xiang for help, "My Lord, I don't want to go..."
"Be grateful, it's good enough that she didn't execute you on the spot," Huo Xiang said casually, arms crossed. "Don't worry, she won't kill you."
Just as Meng Zhongjun breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Chengxuan chimed in, "She will learn everything about you before considering how to deal with you."
Meng Zhongjun shuddered again, and he couldn't help but carefully examine the only female cultivator present.
Sure enough, a woman who isn't ruthless enough can't stand out among men at all.
"Let's go." She turned around decisively, tilted her head, and gestured for Mengzhongjun to walk ahead.
Meng Zhongjun forced a stiff smile, bowed to everyone, and said, "Then I'll take my leave first... ptooey."
He spat and slapped himself in the mouth, cursing himself for being so unlucky, as if he had been sent to his death.
Song Chunxue also bowed and clasped her hands in farewell to everyone, saying, "See you at Wuquan Mountain in three days."
“Alright, you may go back and prepare.” Master Han, as an elder, responded.
Xie Zheng stared at her straight back for a long time without looking away.
Zhang Chengxuan walked over and looked curiously into his eyes. "What...did you remember?"
Xie Zheng shook his head slightly, his eyelids drooping to conceal his emotions. "It's very blurry, very hazy."
“It seems that even romantic feelings can’t stop you from being infatuated with her,” Zhang Chengxuan joked. “Judging from your eyes just now, I thought you had remembered everything.”
Xie Zheng shook his head expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "A little bit."
Zhang Chengxuan had grown accustomed to his current stern demeanor. "Let's go. After this trip with you fellow Daoists, let's head back."
"Hmm." He forced himself to look away, no longer watching her slender figure being blown fiercely by the winter wind.
In less than half an hour, they returned to Li Family Village.
Deng Kui was still there, cooking in the kitchen.
The cornmeal porridge she made looked golden and delicious.
Deng Kui was startled when she suddenly saw two people walk into the courtyard.
"Oh my, so quiet, that's kind of scary. You two didn't even make a sound, you just drifted in?"
Upon seeing Meng Zhongjun's appearance clearly and noticing the distance between them, Deng Kui whispered, "Isn't he Lord Xie?"
"What, just because I'm not as elegant and otherworldly?" Meng Zhongjun straightened up, raised his head and puffed out his chest, and stroked his not-so-thick beard. "Judging by appearances is shameful."
Deng Kui paused for a moment, then laughed, "It seems this immortal cares a lot about his appearance?"
"..." Mengzhongjun paused for a moment, "No, it's just that this Taoist priest Song said I'm ugly."
"It's just other people's comments. Some people don't even care about money, so why bother?" Deng Kui picked up a bowl and stirred the cornmeal porridge in the pot with a spoon. "Would this immortal like a bowl?"
It must be said that those two calls of "Immortal" were quite comforting to Mengzhongjun.
"Hmm, then try it. It's been a long time since I've had this." He looked smugly at the white-faced house. "I'll go inside and wait."
"You'll have plenty to eat and wear yourself. You should bring it over yourself. I still have to carry the dishes." Song Chunxue didn't indulge him. "You're not a guest."
"Alright," Mengzhongjun said without getting annoyed. He stepped into the kitchen and then backed out again. "Maybe your Kitchen God doesn't like me. I'll wait for you outside the door."
Song Chunxue exchanged a glance with Deng Kui and noticed that Deng Kui's eyes had turned fearful.
"Don't be afraid, he is my defeated opponent. Even if he is a demon or heretic, he is nothing to fear."
"Hey!" Meng Zhongjun raised his voice, as if he really wanted to stomp his foot. "Don't you know that you can't provoke people like us when you talk to them? What do you mean by 'heretical sects'? I'm a proper dream cultivator, how am I associated with any heretics?"
Deng Kui whispered, "Don't you cultivate by absorbing nightmares?"
"Bullshit, that's just a rumor, a rumor!" Meng Zhongjun was furious. "If I hadn't encountered a nightmare of a jinx, would I have been so badly affected?"
He raised his hand to straighten his sleeves and emphasized again, "I used to be a handsome man who was no less handsome than Lord Xie."
“Yes, yes, you’re beautiful now, but even if you’re beautiful, you still need to eat, right?” Song Chunxue stuffed the food into his hands. “Go to that room and put the kang table on the kang.”
Although Mengzhongjun was dissatisfied, he still did as he was told.
After he got onto the kang (a heated brick bed), he sat cross-legged in the main seat and looked around. “This house is quite nice. It’s made of rammed earth, so it’s warm in winter and cool in summer. It’s really practical.”
"You're more honest than me." Song Chunxue placed the bowl on the kang table, took off her shoes, climbed onto the kang, and sat cross-legged.
Deng Kui followed her example, sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), quite comfortable.
Pickled cabbage mixed with sesame oil and salt, and a plate of stir-fried potato strips—that's my side dish for today.
But Song Chunxue ate with relish. "Hmm, your steamed rice is quite good. Next time, I'll let you try our local wheat flour steamed rice."
Deng Kui nodded, "I've tried it once. It has a very special flavor and is very fragrant. The aroma of the grains is unforgettable. It is said that the flavor is different in every household, and the flour used is also different."
"Hmm, you've reminded me. I'll try making a rice dish with five different kinds of flour next time. It shouldn't be bad." Song Chunxue swallowed the food in her mouth. "By the way, I'm going to Wuquan Mountain in three days. It's a last-minute change. Fellow Daoists from all sides are preparing for a full-scale siege against the evil cultivators."
When Meng Zhongjun saw Song Chunxue looking at him, he got a little angry and said, "I am not an evil cultivator."
"Hmph, don't think I don't know. You called me here so I could teach you dream cultivation." He said irritably, "Your dreams must be pretty desolate too. You spent the first forty years of your life in this godforsaken, impoverished place. I bet even your dreams are the color of yellow earth."
Song Chunxue asked sincerely, "That's right, how did you know?"
"..." Meng Zhongjun almost laughed. Holding the bowl, he looked at Song Chunxue and thought, "Didn't you realize I was making fun of you?"
"That's just how it is. You'll dream about the places where you grew up. I often dream that the teacher is teaching me to read, but I can't write, and I can't even see the exam paper clearly. Why do you think that is?"
"Hmph, what else could it be? Dissatisfaction with the current situation, dissatisfaction with past experiences, always wanting to change the past and make up for regrets, and also feeling uneasy about the lack of fulfillment in your recent life." Mengzhongjun laughed at her, "At your age, with what you've achieved so much, what else could you be dissatisfied with?"
"Oh right, is it because you're too lucky, that you feel uneasy because so many things come to you effortlessly?" Meng Zhongjun said fiercely. "That's right, your good luck will run out sooner or later, just wait and see..."
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