Chapter 580 Going to Get a Free Meal
Tu Dan'er laughed, "But if you're going to take me in, take me in too, or I'll cry for you."
"But I prefer your swordsmanship. I want to travel the world with a sword like you and fight on the battlefield." Changfeng knelt on the ground. "I am not afraid of hardship. You can teach me however you want. If you teach me badly, it's my own fault."
Song Chunxue quickly helped him up. "Changfeng, get up. Although I am older than you, I have only been learning properly for a few years. If you really want to learn, I can lend you my senior brother's book. You are young, and your comprehension is definitely higher than mine. I am good at enduring hardship, but I am not good at teaching apprentices."
Moreover, she knew that a teacher for a day is a father for life.
Once she takes on an apprentice, she treats him as her own son, just like her own child.
To be honest, she would never do that again in her life. Five children are already enough for her to worry about, let alone be someone else's mother. Just thinking about it gives her a headache.
Back in Zhuanglang County, why did she so resolutely embark on this path? Wasn't it to change her fate, break free from her former shackles, and become a free and unfettered spiritual practitioner?
Asking her to take on apprentices would be worse than taking her life.
Changfeng knelt on the ground, "I won't cause you any trouble. I definitely won't bother you unless it's something important."
Just as Song Chunxue was about to lift him up, Changyun also knelt on the ground.
"Please accept us. I'm just envious because Tudan'er became an apprentice. Daoist, I also want someone to protect me." Changyun smiled憨憨地. "I'm slow-witted and learn everything very slowly. I just want a master."
“Changyun, my name is Wangchen, Wang as in forgetting worries, Hong as in the mortal world… Pfft, Chen as in the mortal world! From now on, if you call me Tudan’er, I will call you Roudan’er.”
Tu Dan'er, who was standing to the side, also knelt down and looked straight up at Song Chunxue.
"I know this is a bit ridiculous, but if you can't accept me as your apprentice, I want to learn your swordsmanship, and I hope to master your skills. If someone steals my chicken leg again, I'll write my name backwards!"
Song Chunxue had no choice but to accept a disciple; she had made up her mind and would rather die than take one as a disciple.
"What are you doing, kneeling on the ground and rubbing your feet?"
Just when she was in danger, her senior brother came in from outside carrying a basket of firewood.
“Get up. She won’t take on any disciples. Do you know how many children she had before? She became a teacher just to have some peace and quiet. And now you want to become her disciples? Tell me, isn’t she scared?”
As he spoke, the Taoist priest placed the basket on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Get up. Taking on disciples is a serious matter and cannot be done hastily."
He looked at the long wind and long clouds.
"The reason I took Wangchen as my disciple is because I have known him for longer, and he has been meditating and practicing Qi cultivation for two years, albeit intermittently, but he is exceptionally talented."
“I’ve only met you two three times. If you want to stay here, you should know the rules. You can learn things, but if you want to become my apprentice, you must pass the test.”
Song Chunxue looked at Tudan'er, "So, Tudan'er passed Senior Brother's test?"
Tu Dan'er stamped his feet in frustration, "My name is Wang Chen, Wang as in forget, Chen as in dust! Stop calling me Tu Dan'er, I've cleaned myself up now, I'm not dusty at all."
Seeing his flustered and pale face, Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, right, you're not rustic, but dust is still rustic, just not as rustic. This name sounds quite ethereal. But I don't think there's anything wrong with the name 'Earth Egg.' You don't have to call me that, but you can't dislike it."
Tu Dan'er stomped his feet again, "Waaah, I don't want to be called Tu Dan'er, Master, I'm not Tu Dan'er."
Changfeng and Changyun couldn't help but chuckle.
"Daoist Master, then I won't force you. Whenever you want to take on a disciple, you must accept me as your eldest disciple. I'll reserve this position for now, and I'm willing to wait as many years as you like."
Changyun stretched out his hand, "Then I am the second disciple. Whenever the Daoist Master wants to take me in, I will be his second disciple."
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Okay."
...
The next day at dawn, Song Chunxue arrived early at the open space outside the Taoist temple.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master."
A tiger and a white fox strolled over slowly, nuzzling Song Chunxue's leg as a greeting.
Then they ran into the woods and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Did you practice the mental techniques and mantras I gave you yesterday? Were they effective?"
When her martial uncle asked the question, Song Chunxue nodded, "Yes, I dreamed of confronting someone, and we ended up fighting to a draw."
"Okay, let's continue."
Third Uncle stretched out his arm, and the next moment, a long, crimson staff appeared in his hand, shining brightly in the morning light, like a red-hot iron rod.
Is this my martial uncle's magical artifact?
How domineering! Looking at her martial uncle's expression, Song Chunxue felt as if she were looking up at Mount Tai.
She could feel the surge of energy emanating from her martial uncle the moment he grasped the iron rod, like a bolt of lightning that swept across the entire mountain.
Soon, Master Zhang arrived on his sword.
"What happened? Why did you take out the Flame Sprout, Uncle? Has something powerful appeared nearby?"
Third Uncle waved the magical weapon in his hand, "Teach your junior brother a few moves. What kind of thing appears so early in the morning?"
Master Zhang rubbed his eyes and looked at Song Chunxue, "Huh?"
"Uncle-Master, you actually took out the Flame Sprout just to teach your junior brother a few moves? You wouldn't even let me take a look before. Am I not your own junior nephew?"
"Do you even need me to teach you?" A hint of anger appeared on Third Uncle's usually expressionless face. "Teaching you would be a waste of time. You'd just end up back to your old self for the sake of irrelevant people. I'm too lazy to teach you."
"..." Master Zhang wanted to refute, but couldn't utter a single word.
He sat on the ground and said, "Fine, if you don't want to teach me, then don't. I've learned a lot of different things, and I might not even need them. It's okay if I just watch from the sidelines, right?"
"Whatever you want." With that, the third uncle said in a deep voice, "Take out your short sword, follow my movements first, practice a few more times, and you'll become proficient."
"Yes, Uncle-Master."
And so, Song Chunxue studied with her martial uncle for two and a half hours.
She had never felt so frustrated. She felt like her feet weren't feet, her body wasn't light enough, and her reactions weren't quick enough.
She fell a hundred and eighty times in one morning.
But his uncle didn't look down on him; instead, he repeated it over and over again, "Get up and look at it again."
It was lunchtime, and Song Chunxue collapsed to the ground, utterly heartbroken.
The Taoist priest walked over.
"Why are you so dejected? You're already very capable. I'll take you down the mountain to get some food." The Taoist priest kicked her foot. "There'll be wine, meat, and even fermented noodle soup."
Fermented noodle soup?
"To Sanwa's house?"
The Taoist priest shook his head. "You'll find out when you get there."
Song Chunxue stood up. "Let's go."
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, her senior brother pulled her along, and they flew on their swords to the courtyard of Lord Xie's house.
Xie Zheng just came in from outside and washed his hands in the basin.
"Junior Brother Xie, is there any food to eat?"
Song Chunxue turned to look at him. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were dirty but he hadn't changed them. Was this how he brought her to Lord Xie's house?
Their house is so clean, you could use the floor as a cutting board.
"You two finally remembered me," Xie Zheng turned around, his face lighting up when he saw them. "Of course there's food for you, sit down quickly."
"Huh?" Xie Zheng looked at Song Chunxue. "Senior Brother Song, who did you fight and lose to?"
"..." Why bring up something you shouldn't say!
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