Chapter 1298 I was careless
No one can stop Song Chunxue from fighting whomever she chooses.
Therefore, when the younger generation tried to mediate, Zhang Chengxuan and Lord Zhao shook their heads slightly.
“Let them fight it out. Let’s go to the backyard first. I heard that the tortoise in this Taoist temple is three hundred years old and the carp is over a hundred years old.” Lord Zhao waved his hand. “Let’s go. They can settle their own business.”
"Alright."
Qi Yun, however, did not think so. "I'll wait here. Perhaps Lord Xie misunderstood me and that's why he's trying to anger my master."
Zhang Chengxuan lowered his voice, "You know you're making things worse, are you trying to beat Lord Xie so badly he can't walk, so you can take his place?"
"No, that's not it. I'm too timid now to betray my master and ancestors." Qi Yun was sincere; he had the desire to do something but not the courage.
Zhang Chengxuan was amused by his frankness.
"You kid, you don't look like a fox demon who's hundreds of years old at all. Fine, I know my junior brother. If you stay here, you'll only make things worse."
He turned around, looked at Liu Yun'ai, and said with a hint of intimidation, "Let's go. Your master still has Lord Xie in his heart. If you find it amusing, find someone else to tease. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you. Your master is the kind of person who will skin you alive if you push him too far."
Qi Yun immediately shrank back, knowing that his master was capable of such a thing.
Two hours later.
In the woods two hundred meters away from Liuyun Temple, Song Chunxue chased after Xie Zheng with Wuyou, shouting, "Again!"
Her hair was loose and disheveled, barely held up by a wooden hairpin, with frizzy hairs at her temples, withered leaves on her shoulders, and her clothes looked dirty and messy.
Xie Zheng sat on the ground, panting heavily. A strand of hair hung down his shoulder, and there were traces of mud on his nose and face. His sleeves were torn in several places, making him look quite disheveled.
The stubborn donkey just watched the commotion from the sidelines, occasionally lowering its head to nibble on some grass, oblivious to the fact that it was being stopped.
"I'm not coming anymore. I admit defeat, Master Song. I, Xie, am completely defeated. Let's spar again next time." Xie Zheng cupped his hands and sat on the ground, refusing to get up.
He was scared, truly scared.
My limbs were in excruciating pain, especially from Song Chunxue's merciless beating; I don't know how many punches I took.
This woman is too ruthless; I don't know why I was so infatuated with her before.
For the past two hours, she had been taking her anger out on him, using her sword like a stick, hitting him until his chest and back ached, and it hurt whenever he breathed.
I'm having trouble breathing right now, and it hurts all over.
The most important thing is his legs. He doesn't stand up not because he's afraid of being hit, but because he's afraid of being unable to stand steadily due to malaria and being laughed at by her.
Xie Zheng was once a frail scholar. He would get sick from the change of environment in a new place. He would sit rather than stand, and lie down rather than stand, whether going up a mountain or down to the sea.
Since meeting this Taoist priest Song, he has actually started practicing swordsmanship and meditation, cultivating the way of the sword.
He checked and found at least a dozen swords in his storage ring.
He didn't know what he was thinking before he lost his memory, but after losing his memory, he didn't actually want to practice swordsmanship that much.
His master said that if he didn't want Song Chunxue to laugh at him in the future, he shouldn't neglect his sword practice.
For the past year and a half, he didn't know who he was competing with. Whenever he had free time, he would practice swordsmanship and cultivate, but unexpectedly, he could only get beaten up in front of her.
Although she always said, "Wow, I didn't expect you to improve so quickly," Xie Zheng always suspected that she was mocking him!
He was kind enough to be beaten for two hours.
She should have vented her anger by now, so why isn't she stopping?
“Get up, let’s continue. We’ve just gotten into the swing of things. I feel your sword strikes are a bit lacking in power; you need to be faster.” Song Chunxue kicked Xie Zheng’s toe. “Strike while the iron is hot.”
Xie Zheng was on the verge of tears, his eyes lifeless. "I can't hit you anymore. You've hit me over a hundred times. I don't know if it's my bones that hurt or my head, but I can't even lift my arms."
He then clasped his hands together and said, "Master Song, take a rest. I apologize to you."
"Isn't he my junior brother? Why are you thanking me? Are you trying to distance yourself from me?" Song Chunxue sheathed her sword and crossed her arms. "My disciple can practice with me for three hours straight."
"Which disciple?" Xie Zheng looked up. "It's no use trying to provoke me. I admit I'm no match for your vixen disciple."
"..." Why is this person being so sarcastic?
Compared to before, Xie Zheng now seems less humane, and his gaze is less warm, but he is more direct than before.
Xie Zheng used to be so reserved, with such a shy look in his eyes.
Now……
Song Chunxue felt a pang of pain in her heart. She summoned the Overlord Sword again, wanting to find the culprit right now and beat him up one more time.
That's enough.
Master Han suddenly appeared, and seeing the veins bulging on the back of her hand holding the Overlord Sword, he feared that she might actually attack Xie Zheng now.
"He didn't mean it, don't make things difficult for him."
To make things difficult for him?
Song Chunxue immediately felt wronged, "You think I'm making things difficult for him?"
Master Han remained silent. Wasn't that so?
"..." It seems so, but hearing him say that made Song Chunxue feel even worse.
Looking down at the Overlord Sword in her hand, she took a deep breath. "Does Martial Aunt know where Qingxuan is now? I'm going to beat him up to vent my anger."
Master Han softened his voice, "He has also come to Liuyun Temple and settled in. Don't be in a hurry. It's not too late to teach him a lesson after you've had your vegetarian meal, drunk some tea, and rested for a while."
He should know that the person who was most heartbroken by Xie Zheng's amnesia was not Xie Zheng, nor anyone else, but Song Chunxue.
Even if she killed Qingxuan now, he wouldn't dare to stop her.
However, killing solves nothing.
Once the hatred and anger subside, she will only feel more upset.
But nowadays, like most elders, he worries about things that aren't his responsibility.
I always felt that Song Chunxue was, after all, a woman, and even though Xie Zheng had lost his memory, she still wanted to see him.
Whether human or demon, once selfishness takes hold, humanity is revealed, leading to stumbles and a lack of freedom.
His son, Han Mo, ever since he almost caused Qi Yun's...
Well, sometimes he even wanted to get rid of Qi Yun.
"By the way, what do you want to do with the person who possessed Xie Zheng and dragged you into the dream?" Master Han said gently. "I just found out that the female demon named Huan Yu is not simple. She seems to know that person. I suspect they are in cahoots."
Are they in cahoots?
Does that mean Qi Yun is also one of them?
Song Chunxue frowned. If that were the case, she wouldn't mind cleaning house.
"Let's eat first. I'm starving. I'll deal with him after I've eaten and drunk my fill." Song Chunxue pulled herself out of her thoughts, cupped her hands and bowed. "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master."
Master Han looked at Xie Zheng and said, "It's been a long time, and you're acting like a stranger to me."
"Not at all, Uncle-Master, you're being too polite." Song Chunxue smiled. "Would you like some of my stewed chicken with potatoes?"
"Alright, you're quite the one who's thinking about it." Master Han reached out and pulled Xie Zheng up, scolding his disciple in a lighthearted way, "Why are you still so reckless? Why are you arguing with a fox demon?"
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