Chapter 468 They Came to the Door
Song Chunxue hid to the side, not daring to go forward.
Is that person the Taoist priest's senior brother?
Judging from the man's tone, he didn't consider her, whom he had picked up along the way, as his junior brother.
He said his senior brother was deceiving himself. What did he mean?
She lowered her head and pondered: if her senior brother's family was looking for him, why was he unwilling to go?
If she were willing to go back with him and travel around along the way, would he go?
Just as she was pondering, a pebble was suddenly thrown at her and hit Song Chunxue on the forehead.
Luckily, the pebble was small enough not to hurt much, otherwise she would definitely have argued with him.
She looked up and saw two Taoist priests looking at her.
"What are you doing hiding there? Come here."
Song Chunxue remained calm and walked over indifferently, "Senior Brother."
She looked at another Taoist priest with a white beard but no signs of aging on his face, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Greetings, Taoist priest."
The Taoist priest quickly scanned Song Chunxue's entire body before returning the greeting, "Greetings, Junior Brother."
Song Chunxue was overjoyed. Did this mean he acknowledged her?
“Junior brother has good judgment; he’s a promising talent for cultivation,” he stroked his beard, looking at her with kind eyes. “Could you persuade him to return…”
“Senior brother, you have overstepped your bounds. What home does a monk have? Although I am not a monk, I have severed all ties with my family and relatives. If you have nothing else to say, you may leave.”
His white beard bristled with anger. He pointed at Master Zhang and said irritably, "I've come all this way, and you won't even offer me a pot of wine?"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Yes, senior brother, you haven't seen each other for many years, you must have a lot to talk about. Why don't you go to Zuiyue Tower for a couple of drinks?"
The white-bearded Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Go to the Fortune Inn, their food is quite good."
“Let’s go together,” the Taoist priest said, looking at Song Chunxue. “You pay for the drinks.”
"Okay, let's go."
Master Zhang leaned close to Song Chunxue and whispered, "This is my senior brother. He later found a Daoist partner, and now he has both a son and a daughter. They've all started their own families, and he's developed a habit of meddling in other people's business."
The person walking in front snorted, "What have you said to badmouth me this time?"
The Taoist priest laughed heartily, "Your senior brother's demeanor remains as dashing as ever."
Yao Man was quite surprised when she arrived at the inn.
But seeing the three people in front of her, she wisely refrained from asking any further questions and instructed the waiter to bring the best wine and dishes to the private room.
Song Chunxue lagged behind and whispered, "No beef."
Yao Man nodded, "I know."
The three brothers entered the room and had just sat down when the eldest brother took out a small Qiankun bag and handed it to Song Chunxue.
"I guess your third senior brother hasn't given you this yet. When you're out and about, you can't just show off your precious magical artifacts. You can put them in here and have him teach you how to use them."
Song Chunxue stood up. "Thank you, Senior Brother."
She had once read a story about Taoism, which was obscure and difficult to understand, but she remembered the bag that could hold large items.
It turned out that her senior brother was ranked third in the sect. Song Chunxue couldn't help but wonder how poor he must have been before. Could it be that he had fled the sect?
Afterwards, she sat to the side, quietly listening to their conversation, and gradually pieced together the vague truth.
My senior brother's background and experiences are shrouded in mystery. He did many unconventional things when he was young, and his fiery temper offended many people.
But she understood a principle: don't think that entering a sect to begin cultivation means escaping the hustle and bustle of the world; wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue.
The senior brother was unwilling to deal with others, so he traveled alone for more than ten years. The legend of the senior brother still exists in the Zixu Sect of Xuliang Mountain.
It turns out that the senior brother was already a senior master in the three sects, and the disciples on the mountain all hoped that he would return and see his true face.
Song Chunxue listened intently, unable to imagine what kind of world that was.
Song Chunxue left midway through, using the excuse of going home to see her child; they should be able to chat until dawn.
Looking at the sky, Sanwa should be coming out of school soon. She thought she would go and see if the Hu family was still bothering her.
This time, she doesn't intend to interfere too much.
If Sanwa is still wavering, she won't waste her breath; she'll just beat him up to show her attitude.
Sometimes, when you're ready to vent further, the other person won't try to solve the problem. They'll think the issue hasn't crossed your line yet and will take advantage of you.
Reasoning is exhausting; a fist is always more effective.
Wait until she's old and too tired to fight, then we can try to persuade her.
Thinking this way, she felt much lighter on her feet.
She stood under an old willow tree, scanning the area outside the school gate from afar.
A maid and a servant boy stood guard outside the door. Judging from their clothes, they belonged to the Hu family. They looked around, as if afraid of encountering someone.
Shortly after, the third child came out and they immediately went up to stop him.
Before they could exchange more than a few words, they began to carry the three children away, one on each side.
To Song Chunxue's surprise, Sanwa kicked the servant's genitals, then turned back into the school gate, clutching his chest and saying something to the guard at the gate.
Then, the servant was helped away by the maid, who was afraid of being caught.
Song Chunxue smiled. "Well done, you little rascal, you know how to cheat."
But this can't go on forever.
She didn't go forward, but turned around and went straight to the Hu family's house.
She didn't know the Hu family's address, but she had a mouth, so she asked Hu Zhanfei where his house was. The women who had gathered by the roadside to gossip about this and that family even kindly led her to the entrance of the alley, saying that it was the second house on the left, the one with the vermilion door.
She knocked on the door and told the gatekeeper she was a distant relative. After being looked up and down for a while, the gatekeeper let her in.
In the spacious courtyard, several children in their teens were playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football), while Hu Wanqiu sat on a wooden stool and tossed the embroidery she was holding onto the stone table.
"What the hell is this? It's so hard to embroider."
The woman beside her smiled gently, "You never liked embroidery before. Anyway, you won't need to make clothes for your marriage, so let's stop embroidering."
"Madam, we have guests." The person at the door led Song Chunxue to them.
Hu Wanqiu's smile froze when she saw Song Chunxue.
She suddenly stood up, her face turning pale, and then looked at her mother.
"Don't worry, I'm not here to interrogate you. It's just that you won't give up until I come in person."
Hu Wanqiu's mother was gentle and generous, with round cheeks and bright eyes, and looked like a blessed person.
"Qiu'er, who is this...?"
“I am a member of the Jiang family, Jiang Yexun’s mother,” Song Chunxue said gently. “Do you know that your daughter, Hu Wanqiu, went to Taolin Academy…”
"Don't say anything more, I'll tell my mother myself." Hu Wanqiu bit her lip and stood up with an apologetic attitude. "Mother, it's my fault. I took a fancy to a scholar a few days ago."
“Madam, please don’t worry. I’m only here to say a few words.” Song Chunxue said gently, “My third son comes from a humble background. Now that he is married, please stop bothering my daughter-in-law. She will not ask for a divorce to make room for your daughter.”
The expressions of everyone in the courtyard changed.
Before they could say anything, Song Chunxue turned and left, saying, "I've finished speaking, you can go about your business."
Hu Wanqiu's mother stood up, her face filled with anger. "Wait a minute, it's not too late to explain things clearly before you leave."
"It's better to let your daughter confess first, and stop bothering my son and daughter-in-law. If you're so kind, apologize to my son." Song Chunxue strode out and disappeared through the door in the blink of an eye.
P.S.: I accidentally broke my glasses while sitting on them. I spent two hours fiddling with them. I'll update again tonight.
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