Chapter 1189 Fear
Xie Zheng took a step back, looking both shocked and apprehensive, and slightly embarrassed.
"No, don't misunderstand, Mr. Xie..." He said, but then realized it was inappropriate to continue the discussion.
Song Chunxue opened the door. "I'm leaving. I won't stop you if you come again, but I won't appreciate it."
After saying that, she stepped out the door, ignoring everyone's gaze, and left.
His back view seemed so heartless.
She didn't want to, but in this situation, she realized what it meant to be powerless to control one's own destiny.
Changfeng caught up, "Master."
"Okay." Song Chunxue took out the Overlord Sword. "I'm going out for some fresh air. You guys go ahead with your work. I'll be back after dark, so don't worry."
Changfeng looked worried. "Then Master, be careful."
Song Chunxue laughed, "You should say that they were the ones who were careful."
The next moment, she affixed an invisibility talisman and took off from the spot.
Indeed, romantic love is the most annoying thing.
Holding a long sword, he exuded righteousness.
She can let go easily; if she can't remember, she can't remember, and she will move on.
She flew around on her sword for a long time and found a perfect spot to practice her swordsmanship.
The Overlord Sword's sword aura was unstoppable; she accidentally chopped off a small portion of an old banyan tree.
"Who, who! Who's the fool who's disturbing my peace and quiet?"
A vigorous old man jumped down from the tree, and a gust of wind rushed towards him.
Song Chunxue instinctively picked up the Overlord Sword to block.
"Oh my god, this is going to kill me!" The old man suddenly stopped. "Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Such a powerful sword, and it's used to cut off my head. What kind of grudge is this?"
Song Chunxue was left speechless by the shout.
She sheathed her Overlord Sword and saw a tiny old man, less than a meter tall, drifting over unsteadily. He held an old peach wood cane and his beard was as white as snow.
"Oh, so it's a female Daoist, wielding such imposing swords, two of them!" The old man stroked his beard, looking at the two swords floating behind Song Chunxue. "I remember that in all these years, I've never made an enemy of any sword cultivator."
Song Chunxue cupped her hands in apology, "I'm so sorry, old immortal. I just came here to practice my sword and accidentally chipped at your tree..."
"You came to my house to practice swordsmanship?" He angrily poked the fallen tree trunk with his cane. "Listen to what you're saying!"
Song Chunxue was filled with shame and remorse. "I didn't know this was your home... I'm sorry, it's my fault. You can punish me as you see fit."
The old man floated in front of her for a moment, then asked, "Didn't you see the barrier?"
"No, I'm sorry, it was me..."
"I can tell. You're troubled by love and in a bad mood, so you're blind."
"..." She didn't admit to it, but she had no words to refute it.
"Alright, you're a disciple of Lingyun Mountain, aren't you? Banyue actually took in such a strange disciple as you," the old man turned and floated forward. "Come on, since you're here, have a cup of tea with me. We can discuss the compensation."
Song Chunxue was quick to respond and immediately took out a basket of pastries and a basket of roast chicken and cured meat from her storage ring.
It was originally meant to be taken out in case we were in the wild and had nothing to eat.
It can also be given as a gift when visiting someone's home.
The old man raised his hand and waved it gently. A pebble path appeared in the middle of the inconspicuous woods ahead. Pink flower buds dotted the vines on both sides of the path, and the vines and trees above formed a tall dome, with several huge luminous pearls hanging from the top!
Song Chunxue couldn't help but exclaim, "What a wonderful place!"
My master's old friend must not be an ordinary person; he's probably a living deity.
As they walked, a row of squirrels, big and small, stood on a peach tree, all staring at Song Chunxue, forgetting to eat the peach pit in their hands.
No, there were various birds in the other trees, pigeons, crows, cuckoos, and owls, chirping and chattering noisily.
Song Chunxue wondered if she had arrived at Mount Ai!
They stopped in a charming garden, with a stream flowing under a wooden bridge and a log pavilion on the other side.
"Oh, you're being too polite. Is this for me?"
The old man smiled broadly upon seeing the contents of the basket.
"That's right, we've bothered you, and you're an old friend of Master's, so we must show you proper etiquette. Please don't think it's too little, we didn't bring much."
“Not bad, not bad at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any snacks from down the mountain.” The old man raised his hand. “Please sit down, Xiao Bai will pour some tea.”
Xiaobai is a rabbit girl who hasn't fully transformed into human form; she has very long rabbit ears.
"Please have some tea, Miss."
Song Chunxue smiled, "What a novel way to address you, thank you."
“She doesn’t understand these things yet,” the old man said, taking a sip of his tea. “The sword in your hand, is that the one you got from Ten Thousand Swords Mountain? I never thought that someone who could wield such a sword could be troubled by love.”
Song Chunxue asked with a smile, "Why do you say that, sir?"
"It's just worldly prejudice. Women who can cultivate swordsmanship are usually disillusioned with the world." He picked up a chicken leg from the basket. "I won't be polite, you can have some too."
Song Chunxue then noticed that the stool he was sitting on was very high, but after sitting down, they were facing each other directly.
“I once thought I had seen through the illusions of the world, but then I met a wonderful person.” Song Chunxue lowered her head. “Just when we were about to become Daoist partners, someone interrupted his emotional connection, and he lost his memory.”
"Who's so wicked?"
"That's truly a promising candidate for cultivating the path of ruthlessness," the old man asked, looking at her. "Still can't let go?"
"Yeah, I always feel like what if he remembers it someday."
"But didn't he cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness?" The old man tossed her a book. "It's good that you don't remember, otherwise what if you can't bring yourself to kill your husband to prove your path?"
Song Chunxue was taken aback. "Is there really such an unreasonable way?"
"Yes, the Path of Ruthlessness is about severing all attachments, including familial, friendly, and romantic ones. It can even involve killing one's own child to attain enlightenment."
Song Chunxue quickly threw the book away, saying, "I have children and grandchildren to look forward to; the Path of Heartlessness is not for me!"
"You can use that book as firewood. I have a secret sword technique here, given to me five hundred years ago. I haven't found a suitable successor yet, so since we're so destined to meet, I'll give it to you."
Song Chunxue took it; it had four large characters written on it: “Guiyi Sword Technique”.
Just as she was about to open it, the old man quickly refused, "No, no, no, let's go. Let's find a place where there are no people and no trees, preferably in the desert, otherwise we might destroy someone's yard."
Song Chunxue had just turned over a little bit when she felt a sudden gust of wind.
Such amazing swordsmanship! She immediately stood up and said, "Thank you so much, old immortal!"
“I’m not an old immortal,” he said irritably. “An immortal is an immortal, why add the word ‘old’? You’d better call me senior, it sounds better.”
"Thank you, senior." Song Chunxue immediately took out a dagger from her storage ring and handed it to him. "Please accept this as a gift, senior."
"Oh, it's a spiritual artifact too. Hmm, I'll accept it." The senior shook his fan. "You've encountered a hurdle in your cultivation, haven't you? You haven't been able to break through. Is it because your state of mind is unstable and you haven't grasped the essence?"
He crossed his legs and drew a circle in the air with his fan. “In fact, all things return to one, and the great way leads to the same destination. If you let go of your attachments, focus your mind, and entrust everything to heaven and earth and nature, then following nature is the way of heaven.”
Song Chunxue nodded repeatedly.
"Go over there, there's an illusion that might solve your predicament."
Illusion?
"You dare not?" the old man teased her with a smile. "Fear is the greatest weakness of mankind. Only by not being afraid of loss can you see yourself and all living beings."
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