Chapter 1137 The Tacit Understanding of Not Mentioning
"If you knew that the woman's appearance was premeditated, that she was prepared specifically for you, how would you feel?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yexun's smile froze.
"What?"
"You heard me right, it's exactly what you imagined."
Sanwa stood up. "Is my house in danger?"
"No, he wasn't after your life. He just wanted to see the happiness you have now fall apart. Luckily, you held onto it."
So that's how it is, so that's how it is.
The third child paced on the ground, his expression solemn.
"Mother, I want to go down the mountain tonight."
"Don't rush," Zhang Chengxuan said gently. "Don't panic. It's just right to go down the mountain tomorrow. Otherwise, tomorrow will be another day of chaos and being led by the nose by others."
Thinking that he might be anxious and restless tonight because of this discovery, Jiang Yexun tossed and turned in the inn at the foot of the mountain, and realized just how big the gap was between himself and Master Zhang.
Suddenly, he solemnly walked up to Master Zhang and knelt down with a "plop".
"Clang~"
Zhang Chengxuan almost dropped his teacup. He quickly stood up and patted the water droplets off his clothes.
"You brat, why are you kneeling like that all of a sudden? You scared me half to death."
Sanwa smiled with his eyes crinkling, "I want to become your apprentice and learn divination and fortune telling in my spare time. Master, please accept my bow."
"Bang bang bang~"
Before Master Zhang could pull him up, he had already kowtowed three times on the ground.
“Jiang Yexun, get up,” Zhang Chengxuan said helplessly, kicking Song Chunxue’s stool. “Hurry up and pull him away. Your son is giving up a good official position to become my apprentice. He’s not doing his job properly.”
Song Chunxue took a sip of tea, sitting as still and unmoved as a mountain.
“I think it’s fine. He works during the day and goes home to study the things our ancestors did in the evening. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She said calmly. “Besides, there are so many of us. We don’t need one more person who doesn’t do his job.”
"you……"
"You'd better learn from me now, instead of being like that back then, always playing matchmaker for others. Look at the kind of match you played for me, it made me so sad and upset. You're such a scoundrel, you were clearly not good at what you were doing, but you still deliberately tricked me."
"..." Zhang Chengxuan was so anxious that he didn't know what to do with his limbs, but he was speechless.
Don't easily act as a matchmaker for others; if things don't go well, it's your fault as the matchmaker.
He now understands this deeply.
I'll never again be such a naive matchmaker. I'll just play the role of a charlatan, collect a few taels of silver for drinks, and get far less involved.
He had anticipated that his junior brother would cause him trouble.
I didn't expect it to come so quickly.
But it's good that she said it; it means she's already figured it out a little bit.
"Go ahead and curse me, give me a good scolding. I'll never play matchmaker again. I'm not good enough at this..."
“Master,” Sanwa grabbed his trouser leg and pointed to himself, “Master, I don’t think you are not skilled enough. In my eyes, you are a highly accomplished master, much better than my mother. Please, Master, do me the honor of accepting me as your disciple. I will take care of you in your old age, okay?”
"..." Song Chunxue kicked his calf, "Get up, get up, stop it, you ungrateful brat. We only have you and me to rely on for a while, but now you want to take care of someone else in our old age. What about me?"
He was trying to ease the tension, but what he said only made her angrier.
“Of course we’ll go together,” Sanwa said seriously. “When you get old… I’ll probably be older than you. This burden will definitely fall on my children, my daughter and son-in-law. If I have a son, then my son and daughter-in-law too. Anyway, it’s not me who will suffer.”
Song Chunxue got up, grabbed a stick, and walked over. "You're so farsighted and have such a clear plan. When did you start thinking so clearly? Believe me or not, I'll break your legs."
Sanwa hid behind the table, "Mother, you are a cultivator, why are you so irritable after just a few words? Aren't cultivators supposed to speak softly and behave elegantly? Why do you act like a tigress to me? I..."
"You little brat, lecturing me now? You stop right there, do you hear me?"
"I'm already so old, even if I hear you, I can't do what you say. You could beat me twice with that stick and leave me bruised. When I get home, Mulan will think I've been up to something. If she holds a grudge against me because of this, how are you going to take responsibility?"
"..." This kid has definitely rebelled! Song Chunxue was both angry and amused. She felt uneasy if she didn't give him a good beating.
Master Zhang ignored the two of them and mixed the potato and chicken soup with noodles, slurping it down in big mouthfuls; it was incredibly delicious.
"Knock knock knock!"
"Senior brother, how dare you eat like that? You're treating us like acrobats! Quickly grab this brat! How dare he make fun of me!"
Master Zhang's cheeks were bulging, and he didn't stop eating with his chopsticks.
"I think your son is right."
"Hehe, as expected of my master." Sanwa placed his hand on Zhang Daoren's back. "You won't lose out by taking me as your disciple."
"Then wait a few years. If you can memorize the books I taught you perfectly, I will take you as my apprentice."
The third child looked delighted. "Really? Master, tell me quickly, which book do you want me to memorize? I'm the best at memorizing books."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a stack of books appeared on the table.
At a glance, there are at least a dozen books, about a foot thick.
"So much..." Sanwa said, but quickly bowed to Zhang Chengxuan. "Not much, not much. Thank you, Master. I will definitely study it carefully."
"Don't rush to call me Master. Just call me Master Zhang as before. It makes me feel comfortable." Zhang Chengxuan helped him up. "Good boy, you must keep your mind and thoughts upright and guard your heart and mind from now on."
Sanwa bowed and said, "Yes, I will follow the Daoist's teachings."
Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed towards him.
"Smack!"
The bamboo stick struck his calf, making a sharp, whistling sound that looked painful.
"Mother, be gentle..." Sanwa stood uncomfortably, grimacing. "My dear mother, you almost beat me so badly I wet myself. A whip that hurts like that really makes it hard to hold your...it hurts so much."
"Let's see if you dare to be so cheeky again." Song Chunxue stood up. "You two can chat any longer, I'm going to practice my sword."
The smiles on the other two's faces vanished, and they exchanged a knowing glance.
Then, the third child said, "Mother, wait for me, I'll practice with you."
"You're terrible at this."
"Then wait a moment, I'll go with you."
“No, you’re too old. You’re not as agile as Tu Dan’er. I’ll go practice with Tu Dan’er and the others.” Song Chunxue knew what they were worried about. “I’ve made great progress recently and want to reach the best level in one go. I can’t keep up with one person.”
“Alright, go ahead.” Zhang Chengxuan pulled Sanwa down to sit. “I really can’t accompany you.”
The third child asked curiously, "Why?"
"Because your mother is a sword fanatic. She becomes obsessed with sword practice and will never stop until she is satisfied. Last time, she practiced with someone for nine hours."
"Huh?" Sanwa muttered, "Back when we were farming, she didn't have this much strength... Ouch, Mom, I was wrong."
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