268 A Solid Foundation
Kong Xing lay on the ground. “What’s there to pretend about? I’m tired. You cultivators can be more honest.”
Dong Xi did not say anything. She was really tired. She just wanted to empty his mind and couldn’t even be bothered to think.
Dong Xi was also very tired when she practiced swordsmanship, but she would not last more than five hours. No wonder everyone said that the foundation of Buddhism was solid. With such intensity, how could it not be solid?
Dong Xi meditated for half an hour to recover her spirit, but she did not know that her sect’s Senior Brothers were looking for her everywhere.
Song Qingfeng looked at Liang Yan. Song Qingfeng said worriedly, “Did you find Junior Sister?”
Liang Yan shook his head. “No. I haven’t seen her this morning. There’s no reply to my communication jade slip either.”
Song Qingfeng was a little angry. “This girl, where did she go? Could something have happened? When we find her, I must tie her up with a rope.”
Liang Yan was speechless.
Liang Yan felt helpless. He looked at the angry Song Qingfeng and said, “There’s no need for that. The whole cultivation world knows about the conflict between us and the Green Cloud Sect. They wouldn’t dare to do anything in the Thunder Sound Temple.”
As the two of them were talking, Xiong Ye quickly ran over and said, “Two Senior Brothers, we’ve found Junior Sister Dong Xi. I heard from someone that she left with a monk.”
Song Qingfeng’s face turned even uglier and he said, “What? A monk? Little Junior Sister has quite a wide circle of friends! There’s actually an acquaintance in Thunder sound Temple?”
Liang Yan nodded his head. It was fine if his Junior Sister was older, but how old was Dong Xi this year? Song Qingfeng looked at Xiong Ye again, and he said, “Do you know where she went?”
“I heard it’s a Practice Hall,” answered Xiong Ye immediately.
“Are you sure?” Liang Yan asked, puzzled.
“Yeah,” Xiong Ye said. “I’ve asked someone about it. The Practice Hall is where Master Wang Chi is teaching his techniques today. He’s teaching the Iron Head Technique.”
“What?” Song Qingfeng was puzzled. Iron head technique? What is this girl trying to do?
Song Qingfeng thought that he was smart enough to guess what most people were thinking, but he really could not figure out this Junior Sister.
She was just a little girl. First, her hair was in that state. Now, she was going to learn some Iron Head Technique?
Why is this girl learning all of these nonsense…
After that, the others would chat with Song Qingfeng and ask him what his Junior Sister had learned.
Was he supposed to tell them that his Junior Sister practiced the Iron Head Technique?
How could he say that?
Not only did Song Qingfeng think so, but Liang Yan and Xiong Ye’s faces also turned pale.
Liang Yan even thought that perhaps there was a misunderstanding between his Junior Sister’s gender because there were no female cultivators on their mountain peak.
Liang Yan even told Song Qingfeng what he was thinking about.
Song Qingfeng also felt that it made sense after hearing it. Perhaps this was the problem that had been troubling him for a long time.
“Eldest Senior Brother,” Song Qingfeng said, “you’re thinking the same thing. I think not only Little Junior Sister, but it also applies to Chi Yan.”
Then, Song Qingfeng looked at Xiong Ye and wanted to say something, but in the end, he sighed.
Song Qingfeng said, “It’s useless to count on you. The Sword Sect is not that good…”
There were not many female cultivators in the Sword Sect, but even one of them looked more like a man than a male cultivator.
By the way, Song Qingfeng had almost forgotten that his little Junior Sister Dong Xi was also a swordsman.
“This can’t go on,” Liang Yan frowned, “we need to think of something.”
Song Qingfeng also said with a worried face, “What can we do? Hold on, I have an idea.”
“What is it?” Liang Yan asked immediately.
Xiong Ye also looked at Song Qingfeng with curiosity.
“Master!” Song Qingfeng said seriously, “First, we have to introduce a mistress to Master!”
Liang Yan, “…”
Xiong Ye, “…”
Senior Brother Song Qingfeng was indeed different from the others. No one else could have thought of this method, and Xiong Ye could only admire him.
Liang Yan looked at Song Qingfeng and said, “Junior Brother… You want to introduce a Dao Parnet to Master?”
“That’s right,” Song Qingfeng said seriously. “I have an aunt who’s over 600 years old. She doesn’t have a cultivation partner yet. I’ll send a message to ask later.”
Liang Yan was silent. Shouldn’t he ask Master first?
Or could it be that Master’s marriage was arranged by his own disciples?
Song Qingfeng took out his communication jade slip and sent a message to his aunt. Liang Yan could not help but say, “Junior Brother, should we first ask Master?”
“Don’t worry,” Song Qingfeng said casually. “We’ll have to ask sooner or later anyway. I’ll see what my aunt thinks first.”
The Song Family’s people all had bad tempers. Maybe when his aunt saw the news, she would fly into a rage and come all the way here to teach Song Qingfeng a lesson.