Chapter 557 What
If one can apologize for drugging someone and ruining their spiritual practice, then why can't one apologize for throwing someone out of a window?
Song Chunxue knew that this was the perfect opportunity.
If we miss this opportunity, I'm afraid Zhao Jian will hold on to it relentlessly.
"I didn't expect you to apologize to the Second Master. That's quite rare. I admire you." Xie Zheng chimed in appropriately, "However, you were only like that because you were angry about the Taoist priest's matter. I can understand that."
Xie Zheng glanced around. "After all, if I knew someone wanted to take my senior brother's life, I would have lost my mind too. Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, please don't take what happened back then to heart, Second Master."
“That’s what I say, but how could I not take it to heart? If the second-in-command is still not satisfied, he can throw me out the window too, and I will have no complaints.” Song Chunxue looked at Zhao Jian seriously. “I’m serious.”
Having said all that, Zhao Jian had no choice but to give up, no matter how much resentment she harbored.
If word gets out in the future that the Zhao family is making things difficult for her, people will definitely think it's retaliation for what happened that day.
Moreover, with Lord Xie and Taoist Zhang protecting him, how could he possibly keep harping on this matter?
Zhao Jian could only cup his hands in apology, "It was my recklessness. I only cared about my own brother's affairs and neglected the feelings of the Daoist masters. Please forgive me, both of you Daoist masters."
The Taoist priest asked to speak with the Sixth Young Master alone and went into a side hall.
The Zhao father and son looked sorrowful, while Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng tactfully drank their tea in silence.
After a short while, they came out.
Master Zhang looked at the two people who had come with him with a relieved and relaxed smile.
"Let's go back."
Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng stood up, bowed to the others, and said, "Farewell."
"I won't keep you for dinner, Daoist. If there's a chance in the future, I'll definitely have a drink with you."
"Definitely." Master Zhang nodded. "Cultivate diligently and live well."
If you can't change your fate, then calm yourself down and leave peacefully.
The Taoist priest understood that older people were less likely to be able to do it, but this exceptionally intelligent sixth young master was sure to be able to.
After leaving the Zhao family, the group members were each preoccupied with their own thoughts and feelings.
It was late, and all around was quiet.
Seeing that the gate next to the Xie residence was tightly closed, Song Chunxue was about to knock when the Taoist priest said softly, "Let's stay at Lord Xie's house for the night, so as not to disturb the child."
“That’s right. If you don’t mind, I’ll have someone clean up the room you used to stay in. The children are all asleep. You can’t exactly go there at this hour and tell her that the three of us elders were planning to go to the Zhao family’s house to fight, can you?”
Song Chunxue put her hands on her hips and said, "If I remember correctly, I came here today to settle accounts with you two."
"..."
"..."
Xie Zheng and the Taoist priest walked silently ahead.
“It’s getting late, and there’s no rush to settle accounts now, junior brother. How about we do it another day?” The Taoist priest turned back every two steps, as if to discuss something or to avoid the issue.
After all that commotion, Song Chunxue was too lazy to bother arguing with them.
She suddenly felt that at their age, it seemed quite good that the three of them could become fellow disciples.
When they get old, they will all go to the mountains to live a quiet life. The three old men will bicker and drink, and then they will seriously cultivate themselves, seriously find disciples, and seriously grow old.
Yes, it was a lively scene she had never expected.
She stepped across the threshold, turned around, and bolted the door from the inside.
Meeting Xie Zheng's guilty gaze, she waved her hand, "Let's do it another day, I'm going back to my room to rest first. Oh, by the way, you said I hit Zhao Jian today, he won't hold a grudge, will he?"
The Taoist priest instantly regained his confidence, stroked his beard, and said calmly, "No, the Sixth Young Master will instruct him to treat you with more deference in the future."
"Give way to them?" Song Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "What did Senior Brother say to them?"
“I said your cultivation is above mine. You’ve gone mad from practicing martial arts. If I don’t appease you properly, you might really go all out to deal with Zhao Jian. I forgot to tell you, starting tomorrow, I’m going to watch you practice your sword and suppress your violent temper.”
"..." Song Chunxue opened her mouth, "So, I really have gone mad with qi?"
"Not really. Your cultivation has grown too fast, and you don't know how to suppress it yet. I will personally guide you tomorrow." As he spoke, the Taoist priest looked at Xie Zheng. "You will also practice swordsmanship tomorrow. A peach wood sword is very suitable for you."
Xie Zheng glanced quickly at Song Chunxue, "Okay."
Song Chunxue pressed down on her lips and walked expressionlessly towards the backyard. "See you tomorrow morning."
...
Before dawn, there was a knock on Song Chunxue's door.
"Junior brother, get up and practice your sword."
Song Chunxue, a light sleeper, immediately sat up, her drowsiness gradually fading away.
"knew."
She still finds it most comfortable to be in a warm, cozy bed, but she prefers practicing swordsmanship.
As if under a spell, the mere thought of the feeling of wielding a longsword with ease sends a surge of adrenaline through her.
She rarely had this feeling, even when she was a teenager.
I casually washed my face with the cold water from last night, applied some tea oil ointment, and went out.
The air was crisp and cool. She came to the front yard and saw Lord Xie dressed in a simple dark blue outfit.
"Senior brother, where shall we practice our swordsmanship?"
The Taoist priest walked to the middle of them, placed his hands on their shoulders, and said, "Stand firm."
As soon as they finished speaking, their feet were lifted into the air, and then they saw a sword fly down to their feet.
The next moment, they held their breath, grabbed the Taoist priest's clothes, and watched as the courtyard and Jincheng gradually shrank, before circling halfway up the mountain to the top of Wuquan Mountain.
One must climb to the summit to survey all the lesser peaks below.
There is a long corridor on the mountaintop, where you can practice swordsmanship even on rainy days.
The distant east was faintly tinged with the light of dawn, and a gentle breeze swept through, refreshing the soul. Taking a deep breath felt like a complete cleansing.
The trees beneath the pavilion are lush and green, clinging firmly to the cracks in the rocks, tenacious and unyielding.
Song Chunxue never expected that her senior brother would bring them here to practice swordsmanship.
Master Xie, leaning against a pillar, said, "Daoist Master, could you perhaps fly a little slower next time?"
"Lord Xie is dizzy?" Song Chunxue took out a porcelain bottle from her Qiankun bag. "There are some pills in here that can relieve the dizziness."
After all, the first time she was carried by the Taoist priest, it wasn't this high or this fast, and she was scared.
Moreover, Lord Xie probably never walked on mountain paths when he was a child. As an official, he is certainly not as good as her, who farms in the mountains.
We mustn't laugh at him, or Lord Xie won't practice tomorrow.
"Thank you." Lord Xie swallowed a few pills, his face calm and composed. "Much better."
The Taoist priest took out a peach wood sword and handed it to him, saying, "Today you will stand here in a stance and hold the sword, and hold it for as long as you can."
Then, he took out his longsword, walked to the side, and said to Song Chunxue, "Let me see how you usually practice your swordsmanship."
Song Chunxue was a little nervous. She took out her long sword and held it in her hand. The passion she used to have was gone, replaced by a sense of apprehension.
"What are you afraid of? Just do it the way you usually do. You haven't gone mad."
"real?"
"Really, I just wanted to see how you practice."
With these words, Song Chunxue felt relieved. She gripped her longsword tightly, her eyes resolute, and wielded it with powerful, sweeping strokes. Each time the sword swept through, the leaves on the trees beside her would tremble.
She wasn't very loud at home, so why was her sword so imposing on the mountain?
She executed each move—drawing, lifting, carrying, pointing, stabbing, stirring, and so on—with consummate skill. The strength in her shoulders, arms, and wrists was also very precise. It's clear she put in a lot of effort to achieve this level in just two years.
"Junior brother, have you ever thought about eliminating evil for the people and fighting on the battlefield?"
"ah?"
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