Chapter 788 Who is instructing me?
Before she knew it, the moon had moved from the east to the west, but Song Chunxue still had no intention of stopping.
The message had already been sent, and even if Lord Zhao wanted to rest, he would have no choice but to accept the challenge unless Song Chunxue told him to stop.
This junior brother is no ordinary tiger. He looks thin and frail, but he has so much strength. Four hours have passed, from 7 PM to 3 AM, and his cheeks are flushed but he hasn't sweated. The look in his eyes is becoming more and more fervent.
He now understood why his master insisted on taking her as a disciple five years later—wasn't it because he was afraid of getting tired?
Just then, a nonchalant voice came from not far away.
"Hey, it's almost dawn, aren't you planning to rest?" Master Han floated in mid-air, draped in a cloak. "The hot pot is finished, and the wine is cold. Are you planning to turn day into night?"
The two stopped, and Lord Zhao tossed the sword to Lord Han.
"You practice with her for an hour, I'm going back to rest." He seemed to have seen a savior, and strode down the mountain, afraid of being held back.
"Wait a minute," Master Han took off his cloak and tossed it to him, "You sit over there and meditate. It's the middle of the night, and I don't want to practice swordsmanship with a woman alone."
"..."
"..."
The two had their own thoughts.
Song Chunxue thought to herself, what excuse is he using? Master Han clearly doesn't want his senior brother to leave.
Actually, she was quite envious of them. In this vast sea of people, to have someone who shares the same ideals and cultivates together, a confidant and a fellow cultivator, how fortunate they are.
She also wanted a senior or junior sister to guide her in cultivation, so that she wouldn't have to worry about being bullied wherever she went.
Ideally, she'd be a female cultivator over a thousand years old, then she could walk sideways with impunity, haha.
"What are you grinning about?" Master Han put one hand behind his back, picked up his sword and pointed it at her. "You can practice for a bit, half an hour at most."
Song Chunxue immediately snapped out of her daze and replied, "Yes."
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Huo Xiang finally found Ye Hanying.
In the inn at the very end of the other side of the town, she was giving Durian Girl acupuncture.
Seeing that scene through the window, he felt betrayed, and that the slap he received was truly unjust.
He straddled the windowsill with a nonchalant air, watching Ye Hanying inside as she gave Liu Niang acupuncture, his tone wistful.
"Ying'er, what's going on between you two? Why did you hit me, and then come here to save people?" He covered his cheek. "What was that slap of mine?"
With needles stuck in her hands and arms, Durian looked up and said with a half-smile, "Consider yourself unlucky. But as a man, you shouldn't be here in this kind of situation."
"I'm not looking at you," Huo Xiang said, looking at Ye Hanying. "Ying'er, speak to me. I'm here to see you."
"Go back and wait."
"You two have made up, so what kind of skill is it to hit me? I need to know why you hit me."
Ye Hanying stopped, holding two sticks of moxa in her hand. "What, you want to fight back?"
Huo Xiang didn't speak; how could he dare?
"Liu Niang, do you really have a child that's mine?" Huo Xiang asked, crossing her arms and mustering her courage. "Where is it? Let me see it with my own eyes."
“You’ll see him this afternoon,” Durian Girl turned around. “You can go now, I need to take off my clothes to get acupuncture.”
The patchouli remained untouched.
Ye Hanying left Ai Rong behind, "Why don't you do it?"
The next moment, Huo Xiang jumped out of the window and disappeared.
Feeling utterly bored, he returned to the inn.
The streets were unusually quiet in the early morning, but a group of people were standing outside the inn.
Upon closer listening, it became clear that they were all there to pay homage to a master.
A master?
Isn't he a master?
Huo Xiang walked over with her head held high and said, "Everyone, you've come so early in the morning. Aren't you afraid of disturbing my sleep? Please leave. I don't like outsiders present when I have breakfast."
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
Because Huo Xiang never disguises herself, and her purplish-red clothes are very eye-catching, such a flamboyant and arrogant color is not worn by ordinary people, but by many people who know the Lord.
"We heard that the two disciples of the Moon-Accompanying Immortal lived here. We came out of the treasure vault to thank them. If they hadn't found the gate, we would have not only lost our disciples but also returned empty-handed."
A Taoist priest with a white beard spoke gently, "Please ask the Venerable One to convey our message: would we have the honor of meeting you two Taoist priests?"
Considering Lord Zhao's style of conduct, he was very good at disguising himself when he was in the capital, and now he is even more low-key and reserved when traveling, never exposing himself to outsiders.
Although evil cannot prevail over good, the sparks of kindness in this world are always vulnerable when they appear alone. Who knows whether these people are good or bad, or what their intentions are?
"They left yesterday, you're too late." Huo Xiang waved her hand. "Disperse, disperse, what are you doing blocking this place and ruining my mood?"
"If you really admire them, then cultivate diligently. When you have achieved great cultivation, you will naturally be able to meet them at the peak." Huo Xiang crossed her arms and said smugly and disdainfully, "Right now, when you meet, you only exchange a few awkward pleasantries and can't really connect. You might as well cultivate yourselves. Maybe one day they will come to visit you in person."
The words may be crude, but the principle is sound; everyone awkwardly agreed with what was said.
"Indeed, indeed, Your Excellency is right. You truly deserve to be called Your Excellency. We shall take our leave now, and see you later."
"My lord, until we meet again."
Huo Xiang smiled and shook her arm. "Until we meet again. Keep up the good work."
The people gathered at the door dispersed, offering only scattered responses.
Someone called out loudly, "Farewell, my lord, take care."
"Hey, which kid is so clueless? Take care of yourself?"
"Don't anger the Lady any further, or you'll regret it!"
Huo Xiangqi smiled, "Thank you, Grandpa!"
Song Chunxue sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, while Wu Bing and Wu Shuang took turns protecting her.
Wu Shuang came in from outside, carrying a cup of hot tea.
"Sister, go eat. I'll stay here with the Taoist priest."
Wu Bing stood up. "Alright."
As soon as her sister left the room, Wu Shuang went to the incense burner and put a shaving of incense into it.
When she carefully turned around, holding her breath, she saw Song Chunxue staring back at her.
Wu Shuang paused for a moment, then nervously and guiltily looked away.
"Master Daoist."
What did you just put there? What are you trying to do?
"I...I don't want to do anything, I'm just curious..."
She immediately knelt on the ground, pleading, "Please punish me, Taoist priest."
"Who told you to release it?" Song Chunxue said calmly. "Hurry up and put it out."
"Yes." Wu Shuang quickly got up and used water to extinguish the burning incense.
Although Song Chunxue is not easily drugged now, smelling such a substance is not good for her health.
She subconsciously opened her eyes and saw Wu Shuang's furtive appearance.
"Who instructed you to do this?" Song Chunxue stood up and walked up to her. "If you can't answer, you can leave."
"Yes...it was my fault, I was bewitched and wanted to know what the Taoist priest had obtained. I know I was wrong, I know my mistake..."
"No one in the capital instructed you?" Song Chunxue said indifferently. "Do you think I'm easy to fool? If we drive you away, neither you nor Wu Bing will survive."
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