Chapter 1196 Han Mo, you're dead!
Um?
Taking on apprentices?
Song Chunxue was surprised, but mostly happy.
She never expected to gain so much recognition. A few days ago it was that old immortal, and today it's this demon cultivator with profound swordsmanship. She knows that her efforts have been seen.
She was somewhat flattered, but she only had one master, and it was her senior brother who helped her secure that position.
So she solemnly expressed her gratitude, saying, "I am deeply honored to receive your recognition, senior, but I have already become your disciple. Thank you for your kindness. I even learned something from you today, which was a bit greedy of me. Thank you for your generous gift."
The person in front of her smiled at her, but upon hearing the repeated mentions of "senior" from one person after another, she couldn't help but frown. "Am I that old?"
Song Chunxue laughed, "No, you look younger than me."
He smiled and raised his hand, "Let's go, let's continue drinking before we go. There are a few particularly delicious dishes, you must try them."
"Okay, thank you very much."
Although they got along fairly well, she felt so awkward when they started exchanging pleasantries without mentioning swordsmanship.
They were being overly enthusiastic, so Song Chunxue planned to find an excuse to leave tomorrow.
She had a feeling that Han Mo was going to trick her.
She has always trusted her intuition.
Back in the hall, seeing Changfeng running over anxiously, Song Chunxue belatedly realized that she had been too hasty.
Since I'm new here, I shouldn't be alone with strange men.
"Master, where did you go?"
"I went outside for some fresh air and asked this senior for some swordsmanship advice. I'm fine, don't worry." She sat down next to Changfeng. "Where's Tudan?"
"He went to fetch the wine. He said the wine here is mellow and fragrant, and there's also apricot blossom wine." As he spoke, Changfeng reached out and gently put his arm around Song Chunxue from behind, then looked warily at the male fox spirit and nodded slightly to him.
After sitting down, Changfeng leaned close to her and whispered, "Master, why don't you stay in the same room with us tonight? The kind with three beds. I'm worried about it."
As he spoke, he looked at the male fox spirit and whispered, "Those demons are all very chaotic. Han Mo is no match for his father in this regard. You must be careful. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely regret it for the rest of his life once Lord Xie regains his memories."
The child was quite thoughtful. Song Chunxue wanted to laugh, but she felt she couldn't be indifferent in front of her apprentice.
"Okay, the three of us can share a room. We still need to be careful when we're out and about."
There were times when they were in the wild, and a group of them would squeeze into one house.
What's more, this demon's lair is even more terrifying than the wild.
Next, she will stay with her disciples and stay away from any of the demons here.
However, Qi Yun and King Zhou led them to their lodgings and enthusiastically introduced them to the room they had specially prepared for Song Chunxue, a room whose luxury was comparable to that of the imperial concubines' palace.
"They are all upstairs, on both sides, one room per person, all great spots for enjoying the view. You can stay here as long as you want."
Qi Yun stood by the window, pointing to the distant mountains, "Watching the sunset from here, I would never tire of it, even after hundreds of years."
Changfeng nodded to Song Chunxue, indicating that she should agree first, and they would make further plans later.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm sorry to have bothered you." Song Chunxue said with a smile, but the unease in her heart became more and more obvious.
“We are old acquaintances. I brought fellow Daoists to visit, how could they not take it seriously?” Han Mo said leisurely. “Alright, I can see you are tired. Get some rest. I will continue catching up with them and come again tomorrow.”
Song Chunxue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, you go about your business, don't worry about us."
Tu Dan'er, who loved to join in the fun, followed Han Mo.
Changfeng and Changyun stayed with Song Chunxue, sometimes playing chess, sometimes asking her for swordsmanship tips, basically staying in her room the whole time.
After nightfall, Changfeng dropped his sword and closed the window.
"Master, have you noticed that there are several pairs of eyes watching us in the dark?"
Song Chunxue nodded, "I felt it."
“So I’m keeping watch for Master tonight and sleeping on the floor here,” he said, pressing his ear to the window to listen to the sounds outside, his expression serious. “Does Master think this is acceptable?”
"No need for that. With Wuyou here, he will let you know if there is any danger."
Changfeng shook his head. "What if they used some powerful magic? Wuyou might not be able to wake us up, or even hurt them. I'm worried."
Seeing his reaction, Song Chunxue nodded, "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you, disciple."
Changfeng chuckled, "Master is still being polite to me."
As he spoke, he spread his bedding on the ground. “I think Master should put his own sheets on the bed. I don’t trust that vixen. They don’t discriminate between men and women. What if she sprinkled some kind of bewitching incense on it? We have to be careful.”
Although she didn't think it was necessary, Song Chunxue still changed hers.
As night fell, Song Chunxue felt sleepy as soon as her head hit the pillow; she was extremely tired.
She sat up and meditated, but still fell into a deep sleep.
[Wake up! Wake up! Someone's coming!]
In the middle of the night, Song Chunxue suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and was woken up by Wuyou.
Why does it hurt so much?
[I've got to prick you. I had no choice; you were sleeping so soundly, like you'd taken some kind of sleeping potion.]
Song Chunxue regained consciousness and opened her eyes in the darkness.
She smelled a faint, sweet fragrance, which grew stronger and closer.
Oh no, someone is approaching.
Song Chunxue discovered that she couldn't move, except for her eyeballs.
[Who's here? I can't move!]
"It's that vixen, and Han Mo too," Wuyou gritted her teeth. "Judging by their demeanor, he's from the Joyous Union Sect; he's here to drain my essence!"
The Hehuan Sect?
Song Chunxue had heard of this sect and read about it in storybooks, but she had never seen it in person.
She didn't believe he could bring himself to do it.
They were most likely after her sword.
Sure enough, the next moment, she felt someone lift her blanket and touch under her pillow.
Why is the sword not here?
It was Qi Yun's voice.
"Such a powerful sword must be hidden in your storage ring, but didn't we agree to come in and check her luck to help you break through? You can't do anything reckless."
That's Han Mo's voice.
"Brother Han, have you forgotten how I cultivated myself? What can you gain by just watching and not doing anything?"
"No, she's already taken."
"Didn't they say that person had amnesia?"
"She's also a disciple of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal, would you dare touch her?"
Qi Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "Can't I even have a small taste?"
Song Chunxue's hair stood on end. What did he mean by "just a taste"? He really wasn't picky at all!
[Worry-free, can you stab him with a sword?]
[No rush. Wait until he really wants to do something, then just castrate him!]
Song Chunxue almost burst out laughing. That's good.
She dared to come here because she had two swords with her. As long as Wuyou was confident, she was fearless.
The next moment, she felt something brush against her face.
"She's cultivated quite well. Although she can't be considered a beauty, her insightful understanding of life and slightly melancholic composure are something many demons lack. I'm quite tempted by her. Is she really not good enough?"
Han Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "I can use illusion magic to make you the one she loves."
What?
Han Mo actually sold her out!
Song Chunxue clenched her fists, but found herself completely powerless.
A sudden warmth touched her lips, and Song Chunxue opened her eyes, her voice as cold as ice, "Han Mo, you're dead!"
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