Chapter 1113 is a madman
Nine hours later...
Qingxuan collapsed to the ground, unable to muster any strength.
Qingyun rushed over, her voice trembling with worry and tears, and patted his cheek hard, "Senior brother, how are you?"
Qingxuan closed his eyes; he didn't even have the strength to faint.
He was completely exhausted and no longer felt sleepy, only tired.
His junior sister's words reminded him, so he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, and hypnotized himself while in a meditative state.
He no longer had time to think about whether it was shameful if this got out; instead, he was worried about whether he would die.
He had never practiced swordsmanship so diligently in his entire life.
That woman is absolutely insane!
Song Chunxue is crazy!
Here, Song Chunxue climbed to the highest point of the platform and sat down on the flat part of the roof.
The first rays of dawn soon fell upon her.
She focused intently on meditation, ignoring the fatigue of the previous nine hours, and concentrated on meditating for one hour.
As dawn broke, the warm sunlight shone on her, making her feel so comfortable that she couldn't help but fall asleep.
When the Moon-Accompanying Immortal arrived, he saw Song Chunxue asleep with her eyes closed and could only sigh helplessly.
"Does it have to be this ruthless? I'm really scared of this apprentice," he said, tossing her onto the back of the stubborn donkey downstairs. "Let's find a safe place for her to get a good night's sleep."
The stubborn donkey immediately nodded and walked away with steady steps.
Lord Zhao was somewhat worried, "Master, aren't you worried? After all, a stubborn donkey is still a horse. What if it loses our junior brother?"
"Don't worry, that stubborn donkey isn't an ordinary horse. Even if he loses himself, he won't lose your junior brother." Immortal Banyue straightened his wide sleeves. "Let's go see Daoist Fenglei and get our medicine back."
"yes."
Lord Zhao stood aside, watching his master and Daoist Han disappear around the corner, and then lowered his guard to look at Zhang Chengxuan.
"Junior brother, you actually won! I suspect you conspired to cheat me out of my wine." Lord Zhao was utterly bewildered. "How could she fight for nine hours straight? Is she even human?"
Zhang Chengxuan cupped his hands and smiled, "Senior brother can give me two fewer jars of wine, but there's no conspiracy. It's just that I've known her for a long time and understand her temperament."
"Then why not ten hours?" As the senior disciple, Lord Zhao felt that he knew very little about his junior brother.
“Because people are most tired after the hour of Yin (3-5 AM). Moreover, she doesn’t like the number ten. She feels that life can’t be perfect and can’t be rounded up. Nine is the most honorable number, and nine hours sounds nice.” Zhang Chengxuan said in a low voice, “She used to practice swordsmanship alone for seven hours straight. This time, she wants to torture her opponent, so it will have to be even longer.”
Lord Zhao pointed at him with his index finger, then after a long while, he changed it to his thumb.
“A bet is a bet. I have plenty of wine, I’ll give it to you later.” Lord Zhao strode forward. “Go check on my junior brother, I’ll go see if Qingxuan is really dizzy or just pretending.”
Zhang Chengxuan nodded, "Alright."
Lord Zhao opened his folding fan and suddenly felt a little envious of his junior brother's arrival.
There's nothing good about the eldest brother; there are only junior brothers and sisters, no senior brothers or sisters, and no one to take care of or show consideration.
Look at her junior brother, even her master and uncles take extra care of her.
Just like Zhang Chengxuan, even though he was very worried, he pretended to be nonchalant.
We've known each other for so long that we're more than just fellow students; we're practically family.
He's good at pretending.
"Why are you still here? What were you two talking about?"
At the next corner, Master Han suddenly spoke up, crossed his arms and leaned against a wooden pillar, casually glancing over.
Lord Zhao smiled and asked, "My martial uncle is waiting for us here?"
"I was worried and wanted to arrange for Zhang Chengxuan to keep an eye on things, but he's already left?"
Lord Zhao's smile faded. "Yes, I sent him away. He clearly wanted to go himself. Let's go, I want to see Qingxuan's miserable state in person."
Master Han was puzzled and turned to look at his back. "Why are you still so angry? You're already thinking about your disciple?"
“Yes, I feel like this place is too detached from reality. Although the spiritual energy is abundant, people are too light; they could fly away at any moment.” Lord Zhao flicked his fan. “Can we go back tomorrow?”
"I'll go check on the divine beasts and spirit beasts this afternoon, and then I should head back," Master Han said earnestly. "My disciple is still waiting for his medicine, so it's best to go back sooner rather than later."
Lord Zhao felt a little uncomfortable, and when he realized his emotions, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
He's really regressing as he gets older; he rarely acted like this when he was young.
"Your smile is so ugly, you might as well not smile at all," Master Han said coldly as he walked alongside him.
"..." Lord Zhao glanced at him.
"Jealous, aren't you?" Master Han chuckled and tossed him a fruit whose name he didn't know. "It's only human nature, there's nothing shameful about it."
"..." Hearing this, Zhao Jin became even angrier.
Who's jealous?
"Later, the highly respected elders will release their mounts to roam freely in the Beast Valley. Would you like a mount?"
Lord Zhao was surprised, "Could my uncle possibly catch one for me?"
“Why not?” Master Han patted his shoulder. “I know you’re still young. Don’t be sad. I’ll catch one for you.”
Lord Zhao shook off his hand, refusing to admit it, "Who's upset? Don't slander me."
"Yes, yes, yes," Master Han said, looking at him. "I have mentored many young men at Baiyun Temple. Whenever they were in a bad mood, they would have this expression on their faces. Don't forget, I have crossed more bridges than you have walked roads."
These words amused him greatly. Lord Zhao chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, I'm just sad, I'm just feeling uncomfortable, I just suddenly feel that being the senior brother isn't good, okay?"
Master Han chuckled softly, and only then did Lord Zhao realize that he had been tricked.
He rushed over to pinch him, "Don't try to fool me just because you're old. An old snake knows what a person is thinking, you're simply..."
The next moment, someone walked towards them and, seeing Lord Zhao's appearance, couldn't help but lower his head and suppress a laugh.
"Han Qingfeng, it's been many years. How have you been?"
Suddenly, a woman of outstanding beauty appeared before them, followed by two female disciples.
Her gaze fell on Lord Zhao, then swept over him briefly before returning to Daoist Han.
"You've taken on apprentices too?"
Master Han quickly reverted to his aloof and arrogant demeanor, his dark attire inspiring awe and reverence, making people hesitant to engage in conversation.
"Yes," he asked casually, "you're here this year too, are you bringing your new apprentice to broaden his horizons?"
"No, I'm here to see you." The woman before me was poised and graceful, her gentle, beautiful almond-shaped eyes carrying a hint of kindness. "I wonder if I could speak with you alone for a few minutes?"
Lord Zhao, being sensible, said, "I'll go see Qingxuan and take my leave first."
"Don't rush, let's go together." Master Han pressed down on Lord Zhao's shoulder. "Wait over there."
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