The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Yun Yici closed her eyes and sank into that familiar darkness.

In a short while, the darkness before her eyes dissipated, and like the moon emerging from the clouds, she returned to the place where she had met Shen Huaichuan.

Yun Yici blinked, and the first thing she did was check the clothes she was wearing.

Although Shen Huaichuan was blind, he still felt somewhat ashamed to come to class wearing underwear.

Fortunately, her fears did not come true.

Moreover, this is her dream, and everything in the dream moves according to her will.

For example, since she couldn't bring her own spirit sword, she conjured one under Shen Huaichuan's guidance and practiced using it.

Yun Yici tidied her appearance and carried the magical sword, which was identical to the real one, on her back before walking forward.

As expected, Shen Huaichuan, dressed in blue, was already sitting in the snow.

His figure was tall and handsome, and from a distance he looked like a green bamboo draped in moonlight, pure and unique.

Yun Yici walked over and bowed to Shen Huaichuan, saying, "Senior, I've arrived."

Shen Huaichuan nodded, stood up and said, "First, let's go through the basic sword moves I taught you last time."

Only a day had passed, so Yun Yici certainly couldn't forget it.

A beautiful woman dances with her sword under the moon, her shadow dancing in the air. Unfortunately, the only one who has the chance to witness this scene is a blind man.

In fact, their teaching was not affected by Shen Huaichuan's blindness.

He couldn't see Yun Yici's sword dance, but he could use his spiritual sense to detect subtle vibrations in the air and thus determine the direction of her sword's edge.

After Yun Yici finished demonstrating the sword techniques taught by Professor Shen Huaichuan yesterday, she sheathed her sword and awaited his evaluation.

Shen Huaichuan said, "I didn't know your situation yesterday, so I taught you some basic sword moves based on your own account. Today, I see that you have forgotten a lot of things and I think your aptitude is acceptable."

Yun Yici immediately felt a little embarrassed: "You said it yourself, this is an introductory sword technique taught to children, the most basic of the basics..."

If she can't even remember these things, then she's really useless.

Although she didn't dare to practice swordsmanship openly in her own courtyard, she had already mastered the sword-flying technique by going over it in her mind again and again.

What Yun Yici didn't know was that the sword techniques Shen Huaichuan taught her were indeed beginner sword moves for children.

However, it was two thousand years ago, in the era of Shen Huaichuan, that the unique sword techniques that the super sword sect at that time used to teach its disciples for beginners have long been lost with the destruction of that sect.

She could memorize an entire set of texts in a single day in her dreams, which was comparable to the genius sword cultivators of two thousand years ago. This earned her Shen Huaichuan's assessment that her aptitude was "acceptable."

Shen Huaichuan didn't say much, but instead turned the topic back to her swordplay itself: "Although your talent is decent, the flaws don't detract from your overall excellence, but your movements are a bit too rigid."

"You must always remember that the sword is alive, and the duel between sword cultivators does not depend on whose sword moves are more standard."

Yun Yici started from scratch, so naturally he humbly sought guidance.

After listening, she began to realize where her problem lay.

She practiced the sword techniques that Shen Huaichuan taught her like calisthenics.

They only thought about perfectly replicating and memorizing the movements, never considering the meaning of each move or style, or in what situations it should be used.

Yun Yici listened attentively, and fortunately, Shen Huaichuan knew that she had only learned sword control yesterday, so he only mentioned it briefly and did not criticize her too harshly.

Shen Huaichuan said solemnly, "Sit down. Today marks the official start of your apprenticeship."

Yun Yici originally intended to sit on the ground like him, but after thinking for a moment, she conjured two soft futons, handed one to Shen Huaichuan, and sat on the other herself.

The environment in the dream was just as realistic as reality; the snow on the ground was thin and cold, and she was afraid her clothes would get wet in a little while.

Shen Huaichuan did not refuse her kindness. After she was seated, he said, "Here, I need to ask you something. Answer me honestly and do not deceive me."

"Why do you wield a sword?"

Yun Yici was stunned for a moment. Her first reaction was, "Besides sword cultivators, are there other classes to choose from in this game?"

Wait, she's a free person. If she doesn't want to practice swordsmanship, she can run away and learn something else at any time.

Don't you see, Rong Xuan is a master of craftsmanship, while Xie Qianjue is learning fortune-telling with a dice cup?

But sword cultivators are so handsome.

Yun Yici frowned. Shen Huaichuan anticipated her thoughts and calmly said, "Although we are not in the name of master and disciple, we are in reality master and disciple."

"If you rely on the swordsmanship you learned from me to act arrogantly and do evil, all kinds of consequences will also befall me."

A teacher for a day is a father for life; the relationship between teacher and student is far more than just the casual term "master".

Yun Yici committed many misdeeds outside, and this debt will be settled against him.

Having already been imprisoned in the Xuanling Prison, he was now destined to remain there, making escape even more difficult.

Yun Yici did not understand Shen Huaichuan's implied meaning. She said seriously, "I swear I will never rely on the swordsmanship I learned from my senior to bully the weak and do evil."

"I've made up my mind. The most pleasant thing in life is nothing more than being carefree."

"I don't want to learn the sword to kill, nor the sword to judge others. I only want to learn the sword to pave a broad road for myself."

"I don't want to be controlled by anyone anymore, to have my fate decided by them."

Shen Huaichuan chuckled and said, "Then let me see just how far you can go, Yun Yici."

Let him see if she can one day stand before him with this sword, or even surpass him.

Yun Yici began a rigorous training regimen in her dream, while outside the dream, it was a quiet, late night.

Because of the twists and turns in her dream, the girl on the bed couldn't sleep soundly. She tossed and turned several times, and finally, without realizing it, her hand accidentally slapped the bottom of the baby rabbit next to her pillow.

The impact and the weight pressing down on it caused the sleeping bunny to open its eyes groggily, revealing eyes as clear as the red moon.

The unfamiliar bed curtains came into view. Mu Yunjian wanted to break free from the weight pressing down on him, but having regressed to the strength of childhood, he simply couldn't do it.

He turned his head and saw the girl's unfamiliar yet elegant and beautiful face, and below that, her collar was slightly open.

Mu Yunjian then realized that he was pinned down by her hand, with only his head sticking out!

Wen! Fu! Yue! Who did they give him to this time?!

What a shame! !

Although he was fortunate enough to be able to transform into human form in his childhood, he would revert to his original form for a period of time each year to continue growing and replenish his demonic power through sleep.

This was when he was at his weakest.

Every year when he opened his eyes, he was by Wen Fuyue's side, so he never suspected anything.

It wasn't until Rong Xuan probed him about whether he had ever raised a beast that Mu Yunjian learned that Wen Fuyue had given it to Rong Xuan to raise for a period of time the year before he fell asleep.

He's tired. Let him perish!

Mu Yunjian was so angry that he kicked the woman's palms with his two short legs.

However, he was only the size of a palm, and his strength was far from enough to wake the sleeping Yun Yici.

Gradually, the irresistible drowsiness of childhood overcame it, and the little rabbit tilted its head and fell asleep.