Chapter 751 Truth and Falsehood, Reality and Illusion
Around noon, Song Chunxue led Huoxiang up the mountain.
She was very curious about what Huo Xiang wanted to do with the sixth young master of the Zhao family.
Huo Xiang said mysteriously, "Of course, there are several things to discuss with him. The most important thing is to ask him what the opportunity for him to survive was. I have a friend whose family was also implicated by their ancestors and is about to die. I want to try his way to survive."
Song Chunxue's expression was unreadable.
"Do you know that before this, Master Zhang extended his life?"
Song Chunxue still can't get over this incident.
Especially after her senior brother did something similar again, she felt that there was something seriously wrong with him.
She wanted to have a good talk with her senior when she saw him later.
They walked along the path outside the Taoist temple, and Huoxiang clicked his tongue.
"Yes, I know. Zhang Chengxuan has another nickname in the martial arts world. Do you know what it is?"
Does my senior brother have a title in the martial arts world?
"What?"
"A great philanthropist."
"..." Song Chunxue stopped, feeling inexplicably ironic. She knew what kind of thoughts people had when they gave her nicknames.
The tone was even more sarcastic.
She clenched her fists, feeling sorry for her senior brother.
My senior brother is a true compassionate practitioner. He is clearly a wise man, the purest person to walk through this ugly and despicable world. Yet they have given him such a disgusting nickname.
"Don't be angry. A commoner is just a commoner. Most people in the martial arts world are vulgar. They don't understand your senior brother's value, and that's their tragedy. Just by hearing this title, you can tell how ignorant people are. This is a mirror. Doesn't it make you less angry now?"
Hearing Huo Xiang's nonchalant tone, Song Chunxue stopped and looked at him with some surprise.
"What, is there something on my face?"
"No, you're so wicked yet so righteous. I would never have imagined that such words would come out of your mouth. You are the Demon Cultivator Lord."
Patchouli smugly chewed on the foxtail grass, her heels bouncing up and down.
"That's right. Not just anyone can become a Demon Cultivator Lord. I'm way more upright than most of the famous sects. If Zhang Chengxuan had taken me as his master back then, I don't know how adorable he would be now."
cute?
Song Chunxue seemed to have found a magic herb, "Then can you be his master now? Do you want to snatch a disciple away?"
Although it was absurd, after hearing him say that, Song Chunxue suddenly wanted to know if her senior brother would be much more carefree and unrestrained if he became a demonic cultivator in the future.
Huo Xiang walked like a sheep with a big butt, jumped onto a rock and waved her hand, "No, we can't have him now. He's already been ruined by his master, and I can't correct him. As long as he can stop the damage in time and just doesn't go to see his master, that's fine."
Is there any way to stop it?
“Give me your carefree life, and I’ll tell you.” His exquisitely beautiful face, like a painted mask, wore a sly smile.
"Never mind then, you know you can't deliver it."
Although we don't know how old Huo Xiang is, his personality, which is both righteous and wicked, both young and old, cannot be formed in just twenty or thirty years.
The more insightful a person is, the more mysterious they become.
As they spoke, they arrived outside Young Master Zhao's courtyard.
"Knock knock knock".
The guard opened the door from the inside.
"Master Song, please come in. Master Zhang is also here today," his gaze fell on Huo Xiang, captivated by his purple brocade robe. "And this is..."
Song Chunxue looked at Huoxiang.
Huo Xiang snapped open her folding fan and swaggered inside.
"I am a harmless demonic cultivator who wishes to ask your son a few questions."
"A demonic cultivator?" The guard suddenly drew his sword and blocked his way. "We don't welcome demonic cultivators in this courtyard."
Song Chunxue raised her hand, "He is not an ordinary demonic cultivator, unlike the evil cultivators who have been running around stirring up trouble recently. Please do me a favor."
The guard pondered for a moment, his expression hesitant.
"Don't worry, my senior brother and I are here. We won't let him hurt you, young master."
Huo Xiang was displeased. "Why would I hurt a sickly person? Don't compare me to a lowly person."
"you!"
Song Chunxue raised her hand, but before she could speak, the Taoist priest came out from inside.
"I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly, Your Excellency. Please come inside."
Huo Xiang walked in with a relaxed expression, fanning herself, her chin held high, her expression arrogant. "That's more like it."
Upon reaching Master Zhang, Huo Xiang stopped and glanced at him sideways. "Is my medicine still working?"
Master Zhang looked at Song Chunxue and then nodded, "It worked. Thank you for your help, Master."
Huo Xiang stepped through the small gate of the second courtyard. "I don't do business at a loss. I'm not as kind as Master Zhang. I still need to drink another bottle of that medicine. But Master Song promised to exchange it for something valuable, so don't worry about it."
Song Chunxue frowned, feeling that he was setting a trap for them.
The senior brother blocked Song Chunxue's path, and asked in a low voice with a heavy heart, "You actually swapped things with him, you're really bold. That medicine isn't that miraculous, I don't need it."
"Yes, don't worry, senior brother. I'll find out the details. If he asks for an exorbitant amount, I won't agree."
Regardless, she still wanted to give it another try, and temporarily trust Huo Xiang.
Even if it's a trap, she still wants to see if she can escape.
Upon arriving at the backyard, Huo Xiang and Young Master Zhao hit it off immediately and chatted happily.
"We have something to say, please excuse us for a moment." Before long, Huoxiang began to shoo them away.
Song Chunxue walked to the door and looked at him calmly. "We have an agreement. I'll wait for you at the Taoist temple up ahead to discuss the medicine."
"No problem, no problem. I will remember Master Song's favor." Huo Xiang raised an eyebrow at Master Zhang. "Take good care of yourself, and I will deliver the medicine to your door."
As they left the Zhao family's courtyard, the Taoist priest urgently instructed Song Chunxue, "Stay away from him in the future. He's incredibly cunning, so be careful."
"Knowing full well that he's after Wuyou, you still made a deal with him. Song Chunxue, don't believe his nonsense just because he's good-looking. No one can get away with this. I was tricked by him twice in the capital."
"Huh?" Song Chunxue still trusted her judgment. "If he wants it, I'll give it to him. Anyway, he's already acknowledged me as his master, so even if I die, he won't be able to control Wuyou. That's why I told him that if he needs it, I'll lend it to him."
Wuyou slowly floated in front of her, circled her halfway around, as if looking into her eyes to express his dissatisfaction.
Song Chunxue reached out and grabbed Wuyou, stroking the sword blade as she asked earnestly, "Can you really bear to see your senior brother in this half-dead state all day long?"
"I'm perfectly fine. Which eye of yours saw me half-dead?" Master Zhang flicked his whisk, turned around and strode towards the front door. "If you don't believe me, ask my uncle. I'm doing very well now. My uncle has been doing his best to help me these days, and I've recovered most of my strength."
"Allow me to go into seclusion for forty-nine days. Both my old and new wounds will heal. Besides, there are the pills left by Lord Zhao. Don't be so eager to be deceived."
Song Chunxue caught up with him and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, next time you ask him to find the entrance to the spirit world, just agree."
"You believe this nonsense?"
“It’s good that he believes it. You should have had your martial uncle check the medicine, right? There’s no poison or anything like that, is there? You didn’t say his medicine was ineffective, which means it’s very effective,” Song Chunxue said bluntly. “Is life more important, or something else?”
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