Chapter 551 Threatening Person
Ah, this...
Master Zhang climbed down from the wall. Judging from her tone, he was momentarily at a loss for what kind of lie to tell her to get her to talk properly.
Song Chunxue sheathed her longsword. "What's wrong, Senior Brother? Is it hard to answer?"
"It's not that it's hard to answer, I just didn't expect you to be so angry." The Taoist priest rubbed his hands together, then squatted on the wall for a moment, not daring to come down.
Song Chunxue rubbed the back of her neck. "Senior brother, do you really have to stand up there to talk? Come down and let's find a place to talk slowly."
"..." For some reason, the Taoist priest thought of what Lord Xie had described to him about his junior brother's recent state of mind, and worried that she was about to resort to violence.
Although he wasn't afraid of losing, her sudden change in demeanor—the complete absence of a smile and the excessive calmness in her tone—made him uneasy.
Master Zhang jumped down from the wall and swept the unsightly bellyband behind the bundle of corn stalks with a palm strike.
"I'll invite my junior brother to Zuixianlou. Let's have some good drinks today and try Qiulu Bai."
The Taoist priest walked ahead, wearing an expensive brocade robe with a faint fragrance. If it weren't for the whisk in his hand, he would have looked like a noble young master.
"Okay, try them all. I can hold my liquor pretty well now."
"..." It looks good, but it's actually getting worse.
Master Zhang suddenly regretted his suggestion.
"How about we go to that restaurant run by people from out of town and try their boiled fish? I haven't had it in ages, I'm really craving it."
Song Chunxue chuckled, “Does that restaurant not have wine? It seems that you have already met Lord Xie, Senior Brother. Well, you have come all this way, but the first person you sought out was Xie Zheng. So, I, your junior brother, am relegated to the back of the list?”
"..." The Taoist priest scratched his beard. This conversation was going nowhere; there were traps everywhere.
"Then let's go to Zuixianlou. They also have boiled fish there, but it's a bit more expensive."
Song Chunxue thought to herself that it was best not to mention money, otherwise she would definitely tease her senior brother for being reluctant to part with it.
My senior brother has never been good at saving money, so this kind of joke is not to be taken lightly.
Seeing her senior brother's guilty look and reluctance to open his eyes to look at her, Song Chunxue couldn't resist this way of speaking. As long as she didn't smile, her senior brother wouldn't dare to look her in the eye.
Strange, Xie Zheng is the same way. Could it be that her eyes are fierce when she's not smiling?
Interestingly, she could sense that her senior brother was watching her every move with his divine sense and peripheral vision, like a frightened cat whose tail dared not droop down in peace.
No wonder Yao Man fell for her senior brother and even went so far as to drug him.
However, she suddenly became very curious about how her senior brother had countered the aphrodisiac.
He even went to such a far place as the capital. Could it be that he has his favorite thing there, his most cherished memory?
Zuixianlou is truly unique; its name alone exudes an air of dominance, and its presence is even more striking, with every inch of its interior radiating extravagance.
The wooden floorboards underfoot were spotless, the building was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, and every room's door was decorated with carvings and stained glass. This building was probably the most valuable in Jincheng. It had four floors, with the price increasing as you went up.
This was the first time Song Chunxue and the Taoist priest had ever been to such a luxurious place. The cushions on the chairs in the side room were made of silk, smooth and soft.
Although Song Chunxue had a lot of questions to ask, she really wanted to know how her senior brother would react if she didn't ask.
"Huh? I think I just saw Master Zhang come here. Which room is he in?"
"Master Daoist, where are you?"
Upon hearing this, Master Zhang immediately stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
Song Chunxue took a sip of tea to hide her smile. She could tell that her senior brother wanted to escape, as if she were some kind of monster.
"Master Daoist, is it really you?" The man outside peeked inside. "We were too hasty about my brother's matter last time, and Master Daoist was drugged. It was our fault. The wine was originally given to the dancer by another young master, so we are also responsible for Master Daoist drinking it by mistake..."
Accidentally drank it?
Song Chunxue put down her teacup. "Senior brother, please invite the guest in to talk. What kind of behavior is it to stand at the door?"
"Brother Zhao, please come in and talk. The person inside is my junior brother, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."
Upon hearing this, Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest with a half-smile. Having known him for so long, she immediately understood his intentions.
The Taoist priest quickly averted his gaze; his junior brother's expression made him feel uneasy.
The good junior brother who used to always go along with him, obey his every command, and be completely obedient to him will never come back.
We shouldn't have let her practice martial arts for two years without a second thought. That meteorite iron sword is no ordinary object. What if it caused our junior brother to suffer a qi deviation?
He had never even thought of this before.
"You must be Master Song. I've heard so much about you from Master Zhang. I never imagined you were so young."
The man in front of Song Chunxue exchanged pleasantries. He had a mustache, a smiling face, and his clothes suggested he was either rich or noble. He had a very sharp nose and was clearly a wealthy man. His smiling eyes were shrewd and worldly, making him undoubtedly a businessman.
"Your surname is Zhao. Could you be the wealthy businessman my senior brother mentioned, the one who funded and contributed to building the Taoist temple on Wuquan Mountain?" Song Chunxue asked gently with a smile.
“That’s right, it’s him,” Master Zhang replied hastily.
“No, the money came from the Zhao family, but I was just fulfilling my father’s last wish by overseeing the construction and ensuring the completion of the Taoist temple,” Zhao Jian said modestly. “I was just doing the hard work.”
The Taoist priest took a sip and remained silent.
"Really? So you were the one who came up with the idea of using aphrodisiacs?"
Zhao Jian was taken aback and looked at Master Zhang. "Master, that medicine was a misunderstanding. It was prepared for the dancer by my good-for-nothing cousin..."
“My senior brother has sharp eyes, how dare you argue? You’re just relying on the fact that you’re the one who paid for it. My senior brother is thin-skinned and feels obligated to help others, but that Taoist temple wasn’t built for my senior brother, it was built for our ancestor. How dare you ask my senior brother to give up his life’s cultivation to save your brother?”
Zhao Jian panicked, his eyes darting back and forth, scanning between his fellow disciples.
"Master, we're innocent! We only mentioned it casually. We know my brother's illness very well, but I never imagined that the only way you could save him was by exchanging your life for his. After learning the truth, we apologized to you..."
Song Chunxue had no interest in listening to his nonsense. "Senior brother, you speak."
Master Zhang put down his teacup. “That cup of wine almost cost me my life. I discussed the fate of Brother Zhao with your father three years ago. We extended it for another three years. You made a grand vow to build a Taoist temple for our late master to thank the Taoists for their benevolence, but you went back on your word.”
He looked directly into Zhao Jian's eyes. "That day I heard with my own ears that another cousin of Brother Zhao made an idea, which Brother Zhao rejected. I never imagined that I had already been drugged with aphrodisiacs at that time."
"There is no need to argue about this matter. Let's drop the matter of the Taoist temple. I will raise the money for the subsequent construction myself. Please do not linger on this, Brother Zhao. I am powerless to help your brother."
Zhao Jian's face stiffened, he stroked his mustache, and spoke with displeasure.
"With such a long-standing friendship between the Taoist priest and our Zhao family, do you really have to be so ruthless?"
Song Chunxue planted the short sword on the table. "What, trying to threaten my senior brother?"
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