Chapter 1147 The Old Father's Sorrow
Song Chunxue and her senior brother Zhang Chengxuan exchanged a smile.
"I know, so what?"
Zhang Chengxuan answered casually.
"This person is of profound skill and extremely accomplished. I heard that he took in several disciples in his early years and then said he would no longer take in disciples. I don't know why, but in recent years he has taken in two more disciples, who are said to be very powerful disciples in the folk. I wonder if you two have heard of them?"
"..." The two very powerful disciples exchanged a glance.
"I'm so ashamed, it's really the two of us. Actually, the rumors are wrong, it's the two of us..."
"You two?"
Sect Leader Yue was shocked. His voice almost cracked, his thick black eyebrows seemed about to fly off, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
He pointed at the two people in front of him and said, "Don't you two have famous swords? What are you doing here, getting involved in this mess?"
He then realized that what he said was wrong.
He chuckled and patted his knee. "I was too impulsive, please forgive me. I've only heard of a Taoist priest named Song who possesses a talking sword, one that is very spiritual. So it was you?"
“That’s right, it is I.” Song Chunxue thought to herself, it’s not surprising that Wuyou is known to others, after all, so many evil cultivators want to get her.
They've caused trouble before.
They also want her heart.
"I never expected to meet you two today," said Sect Leader Yue, very excited. "Could you please allow me to see the world-renowned Worry-Free Sword?"
Before Song Chunxue could react, the Worry-Free Sword had already shot out.
"Famous throughout the world, is he really that amazing?"
He happily moved back and forth in the room, "Sect Leader Yue, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Sect Leader Yue said excitedly, standing up. "I am truly fortunate to have seen this sword."
"Sect Leader Yue is too modest. The Great Sword Sect is backed by Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and there are countless famous swords in the world. We just want to see if there are any divine swords covered in dust on that mountain."
The divine sword.
Sect Leader Yue seemed to be deep in thought, and slowly sat down.
"Speaking of the Divine Sword, there is a forbidden area in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain that ordinary people cannot reach. The sword energy there is extremely sharp and the killing aura is very strong. Within five hundred meters, not a blade of grass grows."
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Then we've come to the right place. We can broaden our horizons there."
Upon learning their true identities, Sect Leader Yue became even more enthusiastic, and insisted on chatting with them for two hours.
It was already late at night when I got back.
After taking a quick bath, Song Chunxue went to bed.
What she didn't know was that, as the leader of the Great Sword Sect, Headmaster Yue, in order to make the Great Sword Sect's reputation even more resounding, sent a message across thousands of miles overnight, inviting many powerful sword cultivators to come to the Great Sword Sect to witness the splendor of the Worry-Free Sword, and to inform them that the owner of the Worry-Free Sword was going to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to seek the sword.
Immediately, many people rushed to the Great Sword Sect overnight.
Master Han also received the news.
At that time, he was sunbathing on a tiger skin.
Xie Zheng, meanwhile, sat on a large rock not far away, quietly cultivating.
Lord Zhao, unwilling to stay here and attract mosquitoes, went to a nearby restaurant and slept soundly in a soft silk quilt.
He slightly curled his lips and looked at his apprentice.
"Xie Zheng, Song Chunxue and Zhang Chengxuan went to Wanjian Mountain. The owner of the Wuyou Sword has attracted many famous scholars from all over the world. Shall we go and take a look tomorrow?"
Xie Zheng slowly opened his eyes, his cold gaze no longer as gentle as before.
"If Master is worried, we will go."
Master Han stared at him. "She was your former partner. You shared a bed for many years, and you always called her Ah Xue. It was so intimate that we couldn't bear to look at you. You've forgotten her now, but it wasn't an ordinary relationship after all. Don't you really care?"
Xie Zheng looked away, gazing at the distant green mountains bathed in the hazy moonlight, and did not reply.
"Very well, no wonder she doesn't want to see you in person. Seeing your cold and heartless attitude, she'll probably be so upset that she won't be able to sleep for several nights." Master Han stood up. "Then you stay here. Zhao Jin and I will go and see what's going on. We'll be back tomorrow."
Xie Zheng moved his lips, but ultimately did not speak.
"Alright, Master, if you wish to stay for a few days, that's fine too. I will focus on my cultivation."
Master Han shook his head slightly, looking at his serious and upright appearance, and sighed in his heart.
He was never a very lively person to begin with, and now he's even more lifeless. Apart from his rapid progress in cultivation, he has no redeeming qualities.
Although they were cultivators, they were also flesh-and-blood souls.
How could Qingxuan's palm strike sever her emotional ties? She was even more cold-hearted and heartless than that snake.
It's unclear who is suffering from this sudden change.
He's been scouring for medicine for Xie Zheng lately, and Xie Zheng has taken a lot of it, but there's still no sign of him regaining his memory.
Am I really going to forget her like this?
Master Han shook his head in regret.
Well then, their breakup will greatly benefit their spiritual practice.
As the saying goes, "If the heart does not die, the Way will not be born." Who knows, the two of them might meet at the summit in the future.
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"Knock knock knock".
Upon hearing the knock, Song Chunxue knew it was Zhang Chengxuan.
"Come in."
Zhang Chengxuan hesitated for a moment, but still pushed the door open and entered.
She had just combed her hair and changed into a blue and white robe with wide shoulders and narrow sleeves. Long black sheepskin boots tightly bound her calves, making her look very heroic.
He raised an eyebrow. "What, without Xie Zheng, you're going to become a man?"
"What, are you feeling inferior because I'm more dashing than you?" Song Chunxue mimicked his tone, adjusting the silver ornaments on her wrist, her movements exuding a smooth and natural masculine charm.
Although it takes some getting used to, it is indeed very different.
Zhang Chengxuan secretly speculated that that palm strike was more than just severing feelings and love; it completely turned his junior brother into a junior brother.
Although Taoism does not distinguish between men and women and generally addresses each other as senior brothers or uncles, over time, there have been junior sisters and senior sisters.
In the past, Song Chunxue possessed a tenacity that most men lacked.
But now, she exudes a faint, cold indifference from the inside out.
So, is the prophecy she saw when she entered the illusion really going to come true?
For some reason, as an outsider who had personally led her onto the path of cultivation, watched her go through all the ups and downs, and witnessed her and Xie Zheng's every little moment, seeing them like this suddenly broke his heart.
Perhaps his former master was right; he was suited to walk this path.
If he, like his junior brother, gradually accepted another soul, and after the initial joy, watched him drift further and further away, the flesh and blood that had been fused together tearing apart, he might go mad.
Thankfully, he didn't.
Because of his cowardice and his self-awareness, he did not take that step.
Just by watching others taste that fruit, he experienced the bitterness, sweetness, and pain.
Song Chunxue found her spare hairband on the bed, and in the blink of an eye, she met her senior brother's tearful expression.
She was slightly taken aback. "Senior brother, what's wrong? Are you about to cry?"
"What's wrong? You didn't end up like Senior Sister Fangyue, giving your heart to someone and letting them ruin it, did you?" Her eyes were full of curiosity, and a secret smile appeared on her face as she spoke. "Tell me, which fairy maiden was it? Judging from the situation, she dumped you after she got what she wanted?"
"..." Zhang Chengxuan was speechless, and the sadness vanished instantly. He turned away with a flick of his sleeve, "What a worrying fool."
"Huh?" Song Chunxue asked, puzzled. "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly angry? Are you embarrassed and furious?"
Song Chunxue caught up with him, "Senior brother, tell me, although you don't seem like that kind of person, once you have her, she must be an amazing person. I can just imagine how wonderful she is."
"..." Zhang Chengxuan raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temples, and said in a deep voice, "That's not true. I called you here to tell you that that Sect Leader Yue is a big mouth. He spread the word that you came to Ten Thousand Swords Mountain with the Worry-Free Sword to ask for the sword. A lot of people have come from outside, wanting to see your true face. You should wear a veil or a mask."
Song Chunxue's attention was not on this.
"Then why did you look so sad just now? Your former master and fellow disciples are here too?"
“…” Zhang Chengxuan suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around and glared at her, “Shut up, I don’t want to hear you talk right now, it’s annoying to hear you.”
"Huh? Senior brother, you..." This was the first time she had been scolded by her senior brother like this. She stood there bewildered and felt a little wronged, not knowing who to talk to.
"Don't say it," he said, pointing at her with his index finger. "My head hurts."
"..." Song Chunxue immediately pursed her lips, indicating that she would not say anything more.
"..." Never mind, looking at her clear and innocent foolish appearance, she has mastered the art of cultivation, but he actually felt a kind of fatherly sorrow.
P.S.: One chapter in bold. I'm going to quit using my phone tomorrow!!!
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