Chapter 1103 Ah Xue
After finishing her meditation, Song Chunxue felt as if the sky had fallen.
As dusk settled, they sat in the large room in silence for a long time.
The five disciples waited quietly outside, no longer engaging in their usual playful banter.
Inside the room, the Moon-Accompanying Immortal and Daoist Han sat at the head of the table, appearing very composed.
Normally, Song Chunxue would subconsciously feel awe and fear when she saw their serious expressions.
But now, she only feels angry, dissatisfied, and a little wronged.
Furthermore, her stubborn donkey had its leg cut by Wuyou, and several other parts of its body were bleeding.
Now, the stubborn donkey has been settled on her hilltop and lives in the same courtyard as her.
Wuyou was locked in the storage ring. Because Wuyou was too agitated and kept cursing, she silenced him.
Everyone knew what had happened to Xie Zheng, except for her.
Song Chunxue crossed her arms. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
She took a breath, trying to sound emotionless.
"Shouldn't someone explain this to me?"
Song Chunxue softened her tone helplessly, "What exactly happened? At least let me know."
Lord Zhao glanced around and said, "Actually, Xie Zheng's health isn't very good. The medicine he took before hasn't fully taken effect yet. We originally thought that he would gradually get better after resting for a while, and we didn't need to tell you anything else. Who would have thought that those evil cultivators would secretly manipulate things and almost cause him to go into a state of demonic possession? Fortunately, Master Han and I found a way to control him."
"Also, I don't know how Stubborn Donkey and Worry-Free started causing trouble in the back mountain. They not only set fire to many trees, but also blew up several boulders, almost hitting people."
Wuyou, who had been silenced, cursed inwardly, "That stubborn donkey, that cunning fox, I'll definitely get my revenge next time."
Song Chunxue didn't speak, but listened quietly.
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal spoke slowly.
“It seems we need to set off ahead of schedule. The Soul-Soothing Pill is useless. To help Xie Zheng recover as soon as possible and prevent the evil cultivators from watching him, we must change him. We are being watched here, so we must find some external things to strengthen our defenses as soon as possible.” He looked at Master Han, “How about we set off tomorrow?”
“Yes, that’s feasible,” Master Han nodded. “The sooner the better.”
Song Chunxue asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
Should she go?
She preferred to stay and keep Xie Zheng company.
“I’ll show you around and bring back some valuables. Xie Zheng will be fine on the mountain for the next ten days, so we must return within ten days,” said the Moon-Companion Immortal. “I’ve sent some friends to guard this mountain, so there’s no need to worry about their safety.”
Song Chunxue finally felt relieved. "Master's arrangements were very thoughtful."
The Moon-Accompanying Immortal laughed, "I thought you would cry, thank goodness." He was most afraid of his female disciples crying, because he wouldn't know how to comfort them if they did.
A beating would be enough for the male disciples, but the female disciples cried, so we can't beat them up too, can we?
I suspect that the more he tries to appease him, the worse it gets.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, Master. I’m not that fragile. I’ve seen a lot of storms. If I were to cry over something like this, I would have lived in vain. Master, have you forgotten that I’m a little older than Fangyue?”
She stood up, cupped her hands in greeting, and said, "Master, Uncle-Master, I'll go check on Xie Zheng first."
“Go, go,” the Moon-Accompanying Immortal couldn’t help but say. “Don’t worry, we will do our best in matters of life and death, but don’t get too caught up in matters of love.”
"Master, I understand."
She politely withdrew.
When they arrived at Xie Zheng's room, Changfeng was guarding it.
He sat cross-legged on a cushion, and opened his eyes upon hearing the voice, exclaiming, "Master!"
He became somewhat agitated. "Master, are you alright?"
"What's wrong with me?" She looked at the unconscious person on the bed. "The one who's in trouble is him."
Changfeng lowered his head, somewhat embarrassed to be too explicit, and mumbled, "I was just worried that Master would be sad. Why are you two going through so much trouble?"
Song Chunxue thought of a word, but quickly shook her head.
No, just the right amount of entanglement and affection is enough; she didn't let Xie Zheng love her to that extent.
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and gently comforted her apprentice, "Don't worry, I'm fine. What are these setbacks for those of us on this path? As long as we're alive, there's always hope."
At this point, she pursed her lips, and for the first time felt an urgent urge to become stronger so that she could protect those around her.
Since everyone thinks she has talent, shouldn't she also pay attention to it and explore her potential as quickly as possible to become more capable in the shortest amount of time?
She used to think she was old, but now she always feels that as long as she can still walk and open her eyes to see the sun rise the next day, she is young, a practitioner in the prime of her life, and one of the lucky ones among all living beings.
The journey has only just begun, why slack off?
Why sleep so much in life? You will sleep forever in death.
After her apprentice left, she sat by Xie Zheng's bedside, looking at Xie Zheng with his gentle eyes, and closed her eyes without making a sound.
She let sorrow envelop her, and a saying came to mind: "Deep affection is short-lived."
Although she didn't think that she and Xie Zheng were the kind of people who were deeply in love, heartbroken, or willing to sacrifice everything for each other, she just wanted a peaceful and ordinary life.
She's just an ordinary person. It's fine to be weathered by life's storms, but not to have dramatic, epic experiences.
She wouldn't want something so special.
So at this moment, she prayed in her heart that God would not pay so much attention to her and would not arrange such a difficult tribulation for her.
She doesn't want to be different or be the center of attention; she only hopes that everyone is safe and well, and that the world is at peace.
Throughout her spiritual practice, she has always felt that she has found a stable and peaceful life, and that her heart has found its home.
Unexpectedly, such a change occurred.
"Ah Xue".
Xie Zheng slowly opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion, he saw the person in front of him and couldn't help but smile. His pale lips gradually regained their color.
He struggled to sit up, and Song Chunxue immediately pulled him up and put a pillow behind his back.
"I'm sorry to have worried you. I'm fine. It's probably the medication from before taking effect." Xie Zheng held her hand and stroked the back of it. "Why do you look like that? Are you worried about me, or are you upset that I didn't remember those past events?"
He gave a smug smile and miraculously raised his chin. "Guess what? I slept and it all came back to me. It's not very clear, but I remembered you always coming to the military camp to find me, and..."
Song Chunxue covered his mouth with her tongue, "It's good that you remembered. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
Xie Zheng hesitated for a moment, a smile on his face, as if he was too embarrassed to speak.
"Just say it, why are you being so coy?" Song Chunxue patted him. "You're in your forties now, not your twenties."
"So what if I'm over forty? Can't I show my true feelings in front of Madam?" Xie Zheng pulled her arm. "Sit a little closer and let me see why Master Song is so unhappy. What has this stubborn mule done to you?"
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