Chapter 642 Why is he blushing?
The fact that he's so impatient suggests that he particularly likes her carefree nature.
Since she was already there, Song Chunxue wasn't so worried that this person would take away her carefree life in front of everyone.
She casually handed Wuyou, who had been restored to the form of a short sword, to the man with a white beard in front of her.
"Wow~ It looks so good."
He took the short sword with both hands, as if a dog had seen meat, stroking it lovingly with a fascinated smile, completely unlike his polite demeanor yesterday.
The others also gathered around. Zhou Yunli looked at the short sword, which was about the size of his palm, and said frankly, "It doesn't seem to have anything special about it, except that it's a bit brighter than an ordinary sword."
"No, no, no, don't you think the edges on it weren't man-made? They're naturally formed. It had its own consciousness from the moment it became a sword. If it were to recognize a master, it would be quite something."
Song Chunxue wondered if giving him her blood and hair last night counted as acknowledging him as her master.
"Hiss..." The man gently stroked the blade, and bright red blood rolled out from his fingertip.
Song Chunxue sighed, wondering if he was planning to test whether the sword recognized its master in front of her.
Fortunately, she had read a lot of martial arts novels back then, otherwise, if this person had taken it from her, she would have been devastated.
Just as everyone was curiously watching whether the blood would be absorbed by the sword, the short sword suddenly spun around and flung the blood droplet away with a loud sound.
"call!"
As if it were something to be disliked, it was quickly returned to Song Chunxue's hands.
Everyone paused for a moment, then lowered their heads and chuckled softly.
Unexpectedly, this sword has quite a temper, clearly expressing its dislike.
Xie Lingyun couldn't help but move closer to Xie Zheng, "Father, it seems that not everyone likes this sword."
A hint of unease flashed across Xie Zheng's face, and his ears turned slightly red.
Wuyou seems to like him quite a bit.
Zhou Yunli pursed her lips and looked at her martial uncle, feeling somewhat embarrassed for him.
Just as I was about to say something, my fourth uncle burst out laughing.
"What a fine sword! It's very spiritual, with clear likes and dislikes. This Taoist priest is a blessed man." He cupped his hands in greeting to Song Chunxue. "I wonder how you came to be connected with this sword? You're a rogue cultivator with no special skills, so why did it choose you?"
Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "A little fox gave it to me. It was thrown out of the ground. I didn't expect this sword to have such supernatural powers. It was just a coincidence."
The Taoist priest gritted his teeth, his white beard trembled, and he raised his hand to straighten his wide sleeves before sitting down to drink tea.
Then he asked, "May I ask how to address the elder?"
"My surname is Song. May I ask how you should address me, Taoist Master?" In return, Song Chunxue asked him a question.
"My name is He Xiu, Xiu as in cultivator. I am the fourth elder of this temple. I usually enjoy collecting all kinds of weapons. Yesterday I heard that your sword could fly, so I acted a bit rashly. I hope I didn't scare you?"
Thinking of the palm strike that hit her from behind yesterday, Song Chunxue's eyes darkened, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
"Fortunately, I have never seen such a persistent person before. I mistook him for someone who was trying to steal it and ran away. Please forgive me, Master He."
If she hadn't reacted quickly, the sword might have been stolen long ago.
"That's good, that's good." He Xiu said with a smile, "Since your whole family is here, why don't you have lunch before going back? Lord Xie has returned to the capital, how about we have a game of chess?"
Xie Zheng smiled and nodded, "Okay, this way please."
He liked the word "family".
It's rare to hear him say something agreeable.
Seeing her father follow Master He to the side, Xie Lingyun stood up and looked at Song Chunxue.
"Aunt Song, how about we light some incense?"
"Okay." Song Chunxue stood up. As a disciple of the founder, she should offer incense as soon as she entered the door.
Zhou Yunli got up and took out incense sticks for the two of them, lit them, and then handed them over.
He stood aside, watching Xie Lingyun devoutly close her eyes and make a wish, then kowtow three times in a serious manner, before looking away before she got up.
Not wanting to get in the way, Song Chunxue said, "I'll go outside and take a look first. There are still many halls behind, I'll go and see them all."
Before Xie Lingyun could stop her, she had already stepped out the door.
The Baiyun Temple is very large, and the halls are far apart. She walked slowly, thinking that she would first go to the left fork in the road, and then come back to burn incense in front of each Buddha statue.
As she walked, she kept feeling like someone was watching her from behind.
Liu Chunshu followed, saying, "The master told you not to walk alone, so he asked me to accompany you."
That feeling disappeared quickly.
Song Chunxue nodded, "Okay, then you can help me burn incense and we'll go back."
Liu Chunshu looked around and couldn't help but sigh, "The cypress trees in this yard are really big, they look like they're over a hundred years old."
"Yes, cypress trees are long-lived. They must be several hundred years old. When I go back, I will plant more cypress trees. Even after several hundred years, when my bones have turned to dust, the trees will still be alive."
“That’s true,” Liu Chunshu said in a low voice as he looked at the temple in front of him. “What wishes did you make? Did you ask the ancestral master to bless you and Lord Xie to grow old together?”
"And what about you? You promised to be husband and wife with your wife in the next life?"
Liu Chunshu lowered his head, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Yes, she is very virtuous. It would be good if we could be husband and wife in the next life."
Song Chunxue smiled; she had already had a next life, and she should be content.
As for how to arrange the next life, let's not make things difficult for the ancestor; everything is preordained.
After wandering around, they went directly to the dining hall.
Xie Zheng walked past everyone and stood in front of Song Chunxue. "You've seen everything. Is there anything you feel uncomfortable about?"
Song Chunxue shook her head slightly, "It's alright, let's go back after we finish eating."
"Hmm, I guess someone's come over. But you can come in through the back door. It's best not to go out for the next few days." He lowered his voice. "I think Master He is still up to no good."
That made her laugh.
"Yes, I know."
They sat down in the empty spaces at the long table, opposite Xie Lingyun and Zhou Yunli, as well as other disciples from the temple.
They didn't say much, and started eating as soon as they sat down.
Song Chunxue looked at the rice in her bowl, but felt no appetite.
She picked up some stir-fried vegetables with her chopsticks: cabbage, spinach, and radish. The taste was pretty good.
"Why isn't Daoist Master eating rice? Today's rice is fragrant tribute rice, which we only eat once every six months. You can try some." Zhou Yunli gently reminded him, holding the bowl. "It was specially ordered by my uncle for Daoist Master Song. There will also be some exquisite snacks this afternoon. My uncle can also come to the temple to burn incense and meditate more often in the future."
Song Chunxue thought to herself that she should eat even less.
"Okay, thank you for your thoughtfulness. Actually, I prefer noodles."
Xie Zheng looked at her. Didn't she say last night that his family's rice smelled good?
That rice is nowhere near as fragrant and chewy as this kind.
Is she on guard against something?
He was cautious, and after dinner, he hurriedly returned home under the pretext of having something to do at home.
Zhou Yunli gave Xie Lingyun several amulets and a wooden plaque from the temple, telling her that she could come here often to calm her mind if she needed anything.
Xie Lingyun laughed at him, "How come you've become so humane in the Taoist temple? You used to be so cold."
Zhou Yunli immediately looked down and touched his nose like a feverish monkey, "Maybe you remembered it wrong."
Xie Zheng muttered to himself as he sat in the carriage, "Why is he blushing in front of Yun'er?"
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