Chapter 591 Senior Brother, Hang in there!
"What?"
Yunqiu was shocked by Song Chunxue's bluntness and shamelessness, and laughed out loud in anger.
She acted like an ill-mannered princess, surveying her own territory in someone else's room.
Song Chunxue sneered inwardly. Indeed, in the eyes of someone like her who thought herself superior, she was not worthy of showing her manners.
From the moment she casually uttered the phrase "a rural woman who farms," Song Chunxue knew that her identity was not simple.
People who are high and mighty often look down on farmers.
"You really know how to flatter yourself. I know that my senior brother and Lord Xie don't treat you like a woman. How can someone who has given birth be worthy of them?"
Song Chunxue laughed, "So, you think that just because you've never had children, you're superior and worthy of a man like that? You're so worthless. What does it matter to others whether I have children or not? I'm a human being, not an animal. I don't have that kind of fetish; I don't compare myself to a sow that's giving birth."
"You..." Yun Qiu was so angry that she drew her sword and pointed it at Song Chunxue. "You dare to insult me! What right do you, an ant, have to look down on me? You really think you're something special, take this!"
Song Chunxue also drew her longsword, casually blocking her swift sword strikes, and sneered.
"Yeah, what right do you, an ant, have to look down on me? You stupid woman who treats yourself like an object, you've lived most of your life and you don't even care about yourself. What's the point of your life? You might as well just die."
Outside the door, the Taoist priest and Xie Zheng, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, couldn't help but exchange glances.
Song Chunxue's words became even more infuriating, and it's estimated that Yun Qiu, this pampered young lady, is about to faint from anger.
"You filthy woman, you dare to challenge me? You're tired of living!"
Clang, clang, clang! The fighting inside was fierce, with swords clashing and sparks flying.
"Yes, you're not a slut. You came back and immediately clung to the Taoist priest, as if you were afraid others wouldn't see how desperate you were, like you wanted to devour your senior brother whole. People who didn't know better would think you were from the Hehuan Sect."
"Song Chunxue, you have completely enraged me!"
Xie Zheng looked at the Taoist priest and asked in a low voice, "What is the Hehuan Sect?"
"..." The Taoist priest sighed, "He really doesn't know how to be good."
The three people Yunqiu brought ran outside, ready to rush in at any moment.
The sly-looking Tu Dan'er Wang Chen, who had just run in, chuckled mischievously, "It's a sect where all the female cultivators cultivate through sexual intercourse with men. It belongs to the Demonic Sect. There are many stories about it, and it's a legend in the martial arts world. I don't know if it actually exists."
"Even if they do, most people wouldn't be able to tell, since their seductive arts are very powerful, capable of making someone completely devoted to them. And once their cultivation improves, they will disappear without a trace, hunting their next target in an extremely secretive manner."
Xie Zheng's ears burned as she looked in surprise into the room where the fighting was still going on. She really was knowledgeable; she knew all this.
The way she humiliates people is becoming increasingly beyond his reach.
Putting everything else aside, it sounds pretty good.
"You're just a village woman, yet you know how to use a sword? You've only known your senior brother for a short time, but you know so much about the Hehuan Sect. You must have... you know... done something with your senior brother, right?"
The Taoist priest turned and left, saying, "Let's go, let the two of them fight it out. She won't suffer any losses."
Xie Zheng followed behind. These two are really something; they can't stop arguing even when they're fighting.
"How ridiculous! The skills I honed through my own abilities come out of your pig-brained mouth and become a man's achievement. You're furious, aren't you? You've had affairs with other men, yet you still can't beat me, a village woman who only started practicing martial arts halfway through. It seems you've wasted all these years of cultivation. You have no eye for choosing a furnace for your sword, your hand holding the sword is unsteady, your wrist is weak, and your lower body is unstable. You've only been busy having fun all these years, haven't you?"
"You're asking for it!"
"Clang!"
"Sorry, your sword is broken. This country bumpkin has won. You must be furious. Have a good dream." With that, Song Chunxue walked out of the room. "You've ruined my room. I'm going to find your good senior brother. Don't even think about climbing into my senior and junior brothers' beds, or you'll give them a disease."
She felt extremely pleased after making those harsh words, like a rooster that had won a battle.
However, her smile froze on her face as soon as she stepped out of the side door.
Outside the door, there was a uniform crowd of people craning their necks to eavesdrop and watch the commotion. Even the sixth young master of the Zhao family was sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by several servants.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen women argue before?" She walked out irritably. "Aren't you going to sleep? You want to fight?"
Changfeng shrank back and followed behind her, mustering his courage to ask, "Where are you going, Master?"
"Go down the mountain to my son's house. Keep an eye on that woman. Don't let her ruin my cultivation."
Changfeng chuckled softly, "Don't worry, it won't happen. Grandmaster is watching over us."
Song Chunxue turned to look at him, "Don't call me master."
"But Master, it's so satisfying to hear you curse, and your swordsmanship is even better than that person's. It's okay if you don't want to take me in, but could you teach me?"
"Of course, let's go outside and practice with me. Don't sleep tonight."
"..." The wind, exhausted from a long day, paused, somewhat resistant.
But seeing that she didn't seem to be threatening when she took out the long sword, he nodded firmly, "Okay, let's go now."
The Taoist priest, who had been slowly following behind, looked somewhat troubled. He turned to Xie Zheng and said, "Go and rest. You have to get up early tomorrow. I've already left the sect, so Yunqiu can't really be considered my junior sister. She..."
"Does she really want to cultivate with you?"
The Taoist priest glared at him, "You are Lord Xie, can you please stop talking about such things?"
"So, senior brother, you've truly never practiced dual cultivation with anyone?"
The Taoist priest impatiently shooed him away, "Go, go, go to sleep."
"If you were still a virgin, that would be even better."
The Taoist priest raised an eyebrow. "So, you mean that you've been eating vegetarian food all these years and really miss the taste of meat?"
"..." Now it was Xie Zheng's turn to be speechless.
If his good friend Huang Mo had said this to him, he could have easily responded, but the Taoist priest's question made him extremely embarrassed.
"I'm going to sleep."
"Wait, don't go," the Taoist priest followed. "It's okay if someone drugged me, I've never eaten pork or seen a pig run, but you have to be careful. Although it would be nice if you had another child in the future, then it wouldn't be you Xie Zheng anymore. It's good to have someone to accompany me to grow old alone."
Xie Zheng kept walking, his official boots almost tripping him. "I'm going to sleep."
One hour later.
Song Chunxue told Changfeng to go and rest. She sat in the quiet courtyard, where only two lanterns were lit, and felt the sweat on her body gradually disappear, leaving her feeling slightly cold.
She couldn't sleep in the room anymore, so she held Xiaobai and wondered if she should go down the mountain to Sanwa's house.
But wouldn't that prove she was in the wrong and ran away in embarrassment?
She couldn't leave, so she went back to her room, swept the floor, and went back to sleep.
"Hey, it's kind of scary to have you sitting here so late at night."
Suddenly, Zhao Jian's voice came from the archway of the side courtyard.
"Aren't you sleeping at night?"
"Come out and take a piss." Zhao Jian shrugged. "It's awful cold. Let's go back to sleep."
"Um."
A gust of wind blew by, and she saw her senior brother walking towards her carrying clothes.
"Go to sleep, your room is clean."
Song Chunxue smelled a fragrance. "She really went to your room? Senior brother, you have to hang in there."
"..."
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