The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

It was unknown how long Ji Xiuzhu had been leaning in the sword spirit's arms. When the sword spirit felt Ji Xiuzhu's breathing gradually became heavier, he discovered that Ji Xiuzhu had fallen asleep.

With the help of the distant moonlight, the sword spirit reached out and brushed Ji Xiuzhu's messy hair, then put Ji Xiuzhu's hair behind his ears.

When he looked at Ji Xiuzhu's tear-stained eyes, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his heart.

"You little bitch, you really make the sword spirit worry. Choosing you as the master really makes the sword tired."

After saying that, he picked up Ji Xiuzhu and carried him horizontally, then walked towards the larger room with lights on, taking advantage of the moonlight.

And in the house,

After Cui Yunshen had made the bed for Ji Xiuzhu, he originally planned to wield Ji Xiuzhu's Zhuxian Sword again.

But when he made the bed and turned around, the Zhu Xian sword that he had placed on the table had disappeared.

So he searched in Ji Xiuzhu's house for a long time, until now.

"Oh. It's all over. I lost my master's sword. I'm dead now."

Cui Yunshen was leaning on the table, thinking about how to explain when Ji Xiuzhu came back, when he heard a creaking sound and the door was instantly pushed open by someone.

Cui Yunshen stared at the pair of black boots at the door, and his eyes were instantly filled with confusion.

Just when I was wondering why a man entered Ji Xiuzhu's room, I looked up and saw the sword spirit standing at the door holding Ji Xiuzhu.

When he saw the sword spirit, Cui Yunshen instantly came back to life.

He quickly approached the sword spirit, and just as he was about to get excited, he suppressed his excitement when he saw the sleeping Ji Xiuzhu, and started to chatter softly: "Uncle Zhuxian, so you went to look for Master. I thought you were lost, and I was worried all afternoon!"

The sword spirit didn't expect that Cui Yunshen was here, so when he walked in and saw Cui Yunshen, he was stunned for a few seconds.

But when he heard Cui Yunshen's words, he ignored him and carried Ji Xiuzhu to the bed. Then, under Cui Yunshen's gaze, he slowly put Ji Xiuzhu on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

After settling Ji Xiuzhu, the sword spirit winked at Cui Yunshen, indicating that he should go out and talk further.

Cui Yunshen also instantly understood the sword spirit's meaning, so he blew out the candle and followed the sword spirit out the door.

Before leaving, he was very considerate and closed the door.

But just after they left, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared in Ji Xiuzhu's house.

By the moonlight, it is not difficult to see that this man is very elegant.

And in the hands of this uninvited guest, there lay a glowing star track.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the light from the star track would wake up Ji Xiuzhu who was sleeping soundly, the man put away the star track, then sat down quietly on the edge of Ji Xiuzhu's bed and tucked in the quilt for Ji Xiuzhu.

The uninvited guest stared at Ji Xiuzhu quietly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Ji Xiuzhu's cheek, but stopped at the last moment before touching her cheek.

After withdrawing his hand, he sighed deeply and said to himself: "I'm sorry, my disciple is a coward and I only dare to come to see you now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Xiuzhu's eyelashes moved slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Seeing this scene, the uninvited guest's heart instantly rose to his throat, and then he quickly stood up and hid in the darkness.

When Ji Xiuzhu woke up from her trance, she felt a strange atmosphere in the room. She looked around and moved her nose, but found nothing.

"Strange, I clearly heard someone talking just now, could it be my illusion..." Ji Xiuzhu muttered to himself.

But when she reached out to feel around, she found herself lying on the bed.

So, she thought that it was the sword spirit that sent her back, and naturally assumed that the person who had just spoken was the sword spirit.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiuzhu yawned, then fell down, covered himself with the quilt and continued to sleep soundly.

And on the other side,

Cui Yunshen followed the sword spirit into the yard. The sword spirit waved his sword and the body of the Zhuxian Sword instantly flew from the ground into his hand.

He blew the dust off the sword and then handed the Zhuxian Sword to Cui Yunshen.

"Boy, do you want to learn the Zhu Xian Sword Technique?"

Cui Yunshen took the Zhuxian Sword and was unable to react for a moment after hearing the sword spirit's words.

When he reacted, a bright rainbow appeared on his face instantly.

"Uncle Zhuxian, are you telling the truth?!"

"Of course it's true. However, before I teach you the Zhu Xian Sword Art, you have to promise me one thing. Otherwise, forget it." The sword spirit crossed his arms and said proudly.

Cui Yunshen asked excitedly: "Just tell me, tell me now! Uncle Zhuxian, what do you need me to do? Just tell me, and I will do it even if it means risking my life!"

The sword spirit looked at Cui Yunshen's appearance and couldn't help but smile and said, "I want you to swear by the way of heaven that if I am gone one day, you must take good care of your master and not let her get hurt in the slightest."

After listening to this, Cui Yunshen didn't understand why the sword spirit was talking to him as if he was instructing him on his last wishes. But thinking that the conditions offered by the sword spirit were what he would always do, he nodded repeatedly and looked at the sword spirit with joy: "Uncle Zhuxian, don't worry, even if you don't say it, I will always protect my master. After all, my life was given by my master!"

The sword spirit nodded with satisfaction, but still asked Cui Yunshen to swear an oath to the heavens.

After Cui Yunshen made his oath, the sword spirit circulated the energy in his body, gathered the sword techniques in his mind at his fingertips, then lightly tapped Cui Yunshen's brows and began to teach Cui Yunshen the "Zhu Xian Sword Technique".

Cui Yunshen had a very high level of comprehension, and within two hours he quickly mastered some basic moves.

As the stars moved, Cui Yunshen's sword techniques became more and more proficient.

In this way, under the guidance of the sword spirit, Cui Yunshen had been practicing sword techniques until dawn without realizing it.

Ji Xiuzhu's habit of sleeping in changed after he became blind.

Now, her biological clock would wake her up as soon as the birds chirped outside.

Sometimes she would wonder if she was getting old and that was why she didn’t like to sleep in.

After Ji Xiuzhu finished washing up, she touched a spiritual fruit on the table. She thought it must have been left by Cui Yunshen when he cleaned her room.

So without thinking, he wiped the spiritual fruit clean, put it near his mouth and started to chew it.

As the sweet taste went down his throat, Ji Xiuzhu instantly felt his mood brighten up.

She had just finished eating the spiritual fruit and was about to go out when she heard Cui Yunshen's voice coming from outside the door.

"Master, good morning!" Cui Yunshen greeted with a smile, "Guess what delicious food I brought you."

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiuzhu shook his head helplessly, secretly sighing that this child was still so energetic.

But he didn't want to offend the child, so he pretended to guess with difficulty.

"Emmmm, oh, what is it? Let me smell it."

As she spoke, she slowly approached Cui Yunshen, and then moved her nose to sniff Cui Yunshen's ear.

Originally, Ji Xiuzhu was just guessing based on his usual behavior, but today Cui Yunshen placed delicious food behind him, so Ji Xiuzhu could only get closer and smell it.

But today, Ji Xiuzhu was too close to Cui Yunshen, which made his face turn red for a moment.

"Oh, Master is so annoying. I won't let you guess anymore. I'll give it all to you."

After saying that, Cui Yunshen stuffed the paper bag behind him into Ji Xiuzhu's hand, and then ran away without waiting for Ji Xiuzhu to speak.

Ji Xiuzhu smelled the paper bag in his hand, but smiled slightly: "You little brat, it's just a dumpling, why are you reacting so strongly?"