Chapter 927 Who do you think is more suitable?
"What about you, senior brother? Now that you've lost your master, why don't you become his disciple as well?"
Song Chunxue sat up and felt her limp body gradually recover.
“Senior brother, if you keep things from me like before and leave without saying goodbye, then I won’t go to pay my respects to Master. Seriously speaking, you are my Master, and the person I can’t ignore in this life.”
Master Zhang was stunned. He sat cross-legged on the bed and tossed her a pill. "I didn't realize you had such a big mouth, Junior Brother."
“Zhang Chengxuan, based on our friendship, how do you think our relationship is?” Song Chunxue patted her chest and said in a deep voice, “I regard you as a guiding light, as family, as a good teacher and friend. I am willing to go through fire and water for my senior brother, just because you taught me to read, let me read poetry and drink wine, and even let me come to a place I would never have dreamed of in my past life. But you always treat me as a passerby.”
Song Chunxue took out a carrot from her storage ring, roughly wiped it on her arm, and then stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it loudly with a hint of anger and resentment.
“I know there’s a difference between men and women, and my relationship with Xie Zheng is different now, so we should keep our distance. But I only ask one thing: you can’t treat me like any other ordinary passerby you meet, leaving without even saying goodbye, understand?”
Master Zhang looked at the carrot in her hand and reached out to ask for one.
"You've grown quite bold, daring to call me by my full name. It seems you're quite dissatisfied with what I did before." He smiled helplessly. "But I've been given a second chance at life, and I'm now a transformed Zhang Chengxuan. How can you be so sure that I didn't treat you as a junior brother or family?"
He looked at her with disdain as she wiped her tears with her elbow. "I have no intention of traveling the world and living a carefree life, nor do I intend to risk my life and just leave. You've wronged me, Song Chunxue. You've grown bold now, daring to lecture me?"
Song Chunxue sniffed and chewed on the carrot, which had lost its sweetness due to the saltiness of her tears.
She said sullenly, "Because you are my second parents. I wasn't this sad when my parents died, but you left without saying goodbye the first two times, which made me feel very...wronged. If you think I'm in your way, you can tell me clearly, but you can't just think you've told me what you're thinking and then disappear for years."
Zhang Chengxuan's expression was strange; he chewed the carrot like a sheep ruminating on grass.
After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "If you want to call me 'Dad,' I might reluctantly agree..."
"You wish!" Song Chunxue glared at him with her red eyes. "Actually, next time you go out, just tell me as usual. If you're going away for three or five years and won't be back, you can write a letter occasionally. It's not difficult, is it?"
Zhang Chengxuan laughed in exasperation, turning to look at the water ruffled by the wind, thinking that the southern wind was so gentle, like clouds patting his face.
"I was too hasty before. I overlooked the fact that my junior brother is a woman after all, and she is very sensitive. It was my fault, okay?" He leaned back, squinted his eyes, and took a bite of carrot. "It's not a big deal, and it made you cry. You're so pathetic."
Song Chunxue didn't speak. After saying what had been weighing on her mind for so long, she felt a sense of relief and her mind was clear.
Perhaps they are right; she is a woman, and her thoughts come and go.
But there was nothing she could do. After practicing cultivation, she tried her best to control herself and wouldn't get angry or lose her temper as easily as before.
Fortunately, she no longer sees herself as a troublesome woman; it's not all a bad thing that women have these traits compared to men.
What's wrong with being a woman? She's proud to be a woman in this life!
"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you some good news, but you're the first to know, Junior Brother." Master Zhang sat up straight and watched Changfeng jog over from the bridge.
"What good news?" Song Chunxue asked, her face full of suspicion.
"Having survived this ordeal, I have overcome my emotional hurdle. From now on, no one will ruin my cultivation because of romantic love. Zhang Chengxuan, I have seen through the illusions of the mortal world, and my Dao heart is even more steadfast." He smiled gently, looking at the weeping willows swaying on the shore, and said with no small amount of pride, "I am no longer a low-level cultivator who can be manipulated by others. From now on, my path to the Dao will be open and fearless."
"Really?" Song Chunxue smiled and clasped her hands in a fist salute while holding the carrot. "Congratulations, Senior Brother! This is a joyous occasion. Come on, let me treat you to a celebratory drink. Order whatever you like."
As she spoke, she stood up, only to find herself feeling dizzy and nearly falling off the boat.
Master Zhang flicked a rope from his wrist and grabbed her arm. "What's the rush? Let's drink two jugs of wine first. You need to seize the time to temper your physical body during this critical period."
"Master, Uncle-Master, the wine is here." Changfeng ran to the shore not far from them. "Come on, catch it."
Song Chunxue stared at the two jugs of wine, each weighing over five jin (approximately 2.5 kg), her face filled with disbelief. "You... you're going to drink it straight?"
"Didn't you eat half a carrot? Drink up. If you can still stand up after you finish, you can treat me to another big meal. If you can't stand up, you can treat me again tomorrow."
As he spoke, Master Zhang tapped the wine jar expressionlessly, "But you have to drink this wine now."
Song Chunxue swallowed hard. She knew her alcohol tolerance; after drinking this much, she would definitely need to sleep again.
"Can we go back to the inn to drink?"
It's a bit embarrassing to be so drunk on the street that you have to be carried back.
"Now is the perfect time. Don't worry, would your senior brother harm you?"
"..." Song Chunxue didn't understand, but she still picked up the wine and drank it down her throat on the spot.
The strong liquor went down her throat. Because she had only eaten half a carrot and her stomach was empty, she quickly felt a burning sensation in her stomach, followed by her intestines.
How are you feeling?
"Master, are you alright?"
When she looked up, Song Chunxue met two pairs of blurry eyes. Her head felt hot, and the back of her neck burned.
She smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing..."
She was already in bad shape, and with this rocking motion, she fell backward onto the boat, unconscious.
...
In the evening, everyone sat downstairs to eat, and Changfeng and Changyun came downstairs.
"Is Martial Aunt still not awake?" Tu Dan'er stood up. "How can she sleep so much?"
Master Zhang kicked him and said, "Sit down."
Lord Zhao explained, "She might sleep until tomorrow, but don't worry, she's taking a nap to cultivate herself."
“Cultivation?” Wuji was astonished. “Could it be that Uncle-Master is one of those legendary people who cultivate even while sleeping?”
How lucky she is! If he were like that, he would have left Ye Bai far behind long ago.
Upon hearing this, Changfeng and Changyun smiled and placed the food on the table.
"That's good. Master is so ambitious, we can't fall behind. We'll meditate and practice swordsmanship tonight before we go to sleep." Changfeng pushed the rice in front of Changyun. "Don't eat too much."
“But there’s a problem. She needs someone to protect her at night. If she floats up again, it might cause other disturbances, like her hair ornament. If that attracts attention and someone takes the opportunity to attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.” Lord Zhao glanced at everyone. “Who do you think is suitable?”
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