Snow and the Little Sword 

Chapter 2 Snow and the Little Sword 

Pei Yuhan looked at him, her slender green fingers lightly buttoned up her clothes, and she said expressionlessly: "I don't believe it." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Then do you want to kill me to silence me?" 

Pei Yuhan laughed unconsciously. She wiped her messy lower body with a piece of silk embroidered with white cranes. The red marks on her body gradually faded, and her snow-white skin turned slightly pink. She didn't look at Lin Xuanyan, but just shook her head and said, "Master said that swords are not used to kill the weak." 

Lin Xuanyan thought about it and suddenly asked: "Why?" 

Pei Yuhan replied: "Because of the sword..." 

Lin Xuanyan interrupted quickly: "You know that's not what I'm asking." 

Pei Yuhan folded the stained silk and placed it on the edge of the bed. She stood up and took out a pair of underwear from the closet. After turning around, Lin Xuanyan could see her delicate buttocks and the bright red between her buttocks. 

He looked at Pei Yuhan's place and suddenly felt his blood boiling. 

He was shocked. He had been practicing swordsmanship to the point of forgetting about love, so why did he have such a strong desire for sex? He could even hear the sound of his own heart beating. 

The sound was like beating of drums. 

Pei Yuhan opened the cupboard and took out a pair of thin silk pants. "Do they look good?" 

Lin Xuanyan's eyes passed over Pei Yuhan's slender and tight legs, and he wondered why he had never noticed that his apprentice had such a good figure before? 

The scene just now kept rolling in his mind. He vaguely guessed the reason, but he was still a little confused. 

Seeing that he didn't answer, Pei Yuhan turned around and looked at him, then said, "I have been a genius in cultivation since I was young, and now I have reached the highest level. I am the only female swordsman in the Xuanyuan Dynasty." 

He personally recognized Pei Yuhan's qualifications, so of course he understood. 

But he didn't know why she said this now, so he could only answer: "It's amazing." 

Pei Yuhan sat back on the edge of the bed, slowly lifted her feet and put them into her panties. She put them on and said in a hollow and blank voice, "But if my master saw me like this, he would definitely be disappointed." 

Lin Xuanyan agreed and said, "Maybe." 

Pei Yuhan raised her head and looked at him, her beautiful eyes actually sparkling with tears: "Do you think so too?" 

Lin Xuanyan did not answer again, but just repeated the previous question: "Why?" 

Pei Yuhan looked slightly strange, and she smiled sadly: "When you were in the Lin family, didn't anyone tell you about cultivation?" 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head. 

Pei Yuhan whispered: "No wonder you joined the Sword Sect. Don't you know that the Sword Sect is about to be destroyed?" 

Lin Xuanyan remained calm on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil. 

Why would the world's number one sect that he had built up and promoted five hundred years ago be associated with the word destruction? 

What happened five hundred years ago? 

Pei Yuhan continued: "Han Palace is one of the only remaining sword sects in the Xuanyuan Dynasty. Han Palace was once the leader of the six major sects, but that was a long time ago. Now, not only is the orthodox dynasty of Xuanyuan trying desperately to suppress the sword sect, but the palace on the floating island even directly listed the sword sect as an evil sect. Although the transformation realm is already very strong, if you really fight against those people, it will be destroyed in a snap of a finger." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "How could this happen?" 

Pei Yuhan hesitated to speak, and finally said quietly: "The matter is too complicated, and it is difficult to explain it to you. Anyway, our sect is in danger now. It is one of the six major sects, but it has long been in name only. Ten years ago, there were hundreds of people in our sect, but now there are only three of you left." 

Lin Xuanyan said: "I won't leave." 

Pei Yuhan took a deep look. 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with what I saw tonight." 

Pei Yuhan suddenly said seriously: "In fact, it doesn't matter what others do. No matter how the sword path declines, I will always keep this flame going." 

"Why?" 

Pei Yuhan put on the black and white robe, and tied the belt around her waist, which made her figure look even slimmer. "Because this is the way my master left me. I must pass it on no matter what." 

Lin Xuanyan opened his mouth. He suddenly felt guilty. The once lovely girl had grown into a cold swordsman. He was relieved, but more uncomfortable: "Your master might rather you give up the sword than be like this now." 

Pei Yuhan smiled bitterly: "It doesn't matter what the master thinks. I am his only disciple. Protecting his way is the meaning of my existence now." 

"What if your master's teachings are wrong?" 

Pei Yuhan said seriously: "His right or wrong has nothing to do with my insistence." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded. He was very satisfied with this answer. 

Then, he asked another question that had always puzzled him: "You told me last time that your master would be out of seclusion in twenty years, so why do those people still dare to suppress Kendo so arrogantly?" 

Pei Yuhan frowned slightly, she thought for a moment, and shook her head: "The suppression of the sword is the intention of those people on the floating island. They seem to have received some information that can prevent or destroy my master from coming out of retreat. No one knows the specific details." 

Lin Xuanyan nodded, thinking that this was the case, so the person who suppressed the sword was naturally... 

He was about to ask again when Pei Yuhan interrupted him: "Just pretend you didn't see what happened tonight. I won't blame you." 

She suddenly remembered something and asked again, "How is the sword training I asked you to do now? I want to check your homework." 

Lin Xuanyan replied: "I am rather clumsy and have never been able to find the right method." 

Pei Yuhan sighed and said, "Practicing is a gift from heaven. It would be best if you can climb the Longevity Bridge. If you can't, don't force it. But you must never give up. If you have any doubts about practicing, feel free to come to the Biluo Palace and ask me." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her dark eyes and suddenly felt warm in his heart. He answered seriously, "Yes, Master." 

Pei Yuhan's expression froze for a moment, then she smiled: "What? Are you willing to call me Master?" 

Lin Xuanyan pursed his lips, trying hard to suppress his smile. 

Pei Yuhan's smile was fleeting. She suddenly lowered her long eyelashes, and her expression seemed to be somewhat painful. She looked at Lin Xuanyan, her beautiful eyes flickered, and finally whispered: "I am unworthy of being a teacher." 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said affirmatively: "You are the best master." 

Hearing this, Pei Yuhan looked dazed. 

She had said exactly the same words many, many years ago, but the tall figure holding her hand at that time was now somewhere in the world. 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly pointed at the letter on the bed and asked, "What is that letter that Yin Yang Pavilion gave you? Why did you pay such a high price for it?" 

Pei Yuhan explained: "The Xuanyuan Dynasty holds a Dao Trial Conference every five years. The participants are mainly from the six major sects. Of course, there are also some geniuses from other sects. The ranking of each Dao Trial Conference is the ranking of the major sects, so each sect attaches great importance to it. And our Sword Sect has been ranked last among the six major sects for four consecutive times. According to the regulations, if it happens again this time, then the Sword Sect will be removed from the Xuanyuan Dynasty." 

Pei Yuhan held up the letter with two fingers and said, "I can't let the Sword Sect be expelled. So I found Ji Yitian, the leader of Yin Yang Pavilion. I know he likes me very much, and... he has a little quirk. So..." 

Lin Xuanyan continued, "So you gave yourself to him in exchange for this letter that would preserve your position in the Sword Sect?" 

Pei Yuhan explained: "The head of Yin Yang Pavilion is a subsidiary sect of Fuyu Divine King Palace, so his status in the human world is extremely transcendent. If the Sword Sect still doesn't get a good ranking this time, with Ji Yitian's help, it can still support the next five years." 

Lin Xuanyan smiled bitterly and said, "What about the remaining three five-year periods? How can you wait until your master comes out of seclusion?" 

Pei Yuhan said frankly: "I don't know." 

Lin Xuanyan asked again: "What is the good ranking you are talking about?" 

"Top eight." 

Lin Xuanyan has been making progress at an unprecedented speed since he started practicing Taoism, so he has no idea about this ranking: "Is it difficult?" 

"The ninth level of cultivation, Xiaotang the third level, Zhao Nian the fourth level. It's not easy at this age. But what level has the most talented young man in the six major sects reached?" 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head calmly. 

Pei Yuhan said: "The seventh realm. The Xuanmen genius Xiao Wang has already reached the seventh realm. There is a huge gap between the sixth and seventh realms, but he has made it at such a young age. I was not as good as him when I was his age." 

Lin Xuanyan thought, how could you be inferior to him? You are my first disciple. 

The lights flickered in the Biluo Palace. Lin Xuanyan looked at Pei Yuhan's snow-white skin slightly exposed at her collar. Suddenly, his mind moved. His sight fell along her clothes. The fabric was tightly attached to her plump breasts, which looked plump and upright. She sat on the bed, and the hem of her lower body was slightly parted, revealing some of her slender thighs. The slightly plump figure of the young girl who had just experienced sex was outlined more charmingly by the dim light of the lights. 

Pei Yuhan looked at his unruly gaze and subconsciously pulled the hem of her clothes to cover her exposed thighs. 

She asked in a slightly annoyed tone, "What are you looking at?" 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Master is so beautiful." 

Pei Yuhan looked slightly annoyed and was about to scold her when Lin Xuanyan said, "My beautiful master, how about we make a bet?" 

Pei Yuhan asked unhappily: "What bet?" 

Lin Xuanyan said: "I will help you get a rank, and you have to promise me one thing." 

He wanted to say he won the championship, but he was afraid that if he said that, Pei Yuhan would think he was joking. 

So it was just a name grab, but Pei Yuhan still didn't believe it at all. 

Pei Yuhan looked at his frail body and laughed angrily: "Who gave you the confidence?" 

Lin Xuanyan said helplessly: "Just answer me whether you want to gamble or not." 

Pei Yuhan looked into his eyes, trying to find some other expression in them, but those eyes were too clear, and she found nothing. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her frankly. 

Finally, Pei Yuhan nodded slowly: "Okay, I promise you." 

Lin Xuanyan smiled. 

Pei Yuhan's expression suddenly changed: "What if you can't get a place?" 

Lin Xuanyan's pupils slightly dilated, and he said in a daze: "I have never thought about this question." 

... 

There are many very high mountains in this world. The higher the mountain, the higher the status of the sect. 

Fenhui Peak is the second highest mountain in the Xuanyuan Dynasty, second only to Chaoduan Peak, the highest mountain in the world. 

The east of Fenhui Peak faces the sea, and day and night, the vast sea tides and smoke hit the shore, making a terrifying sound. 

A great war had taken place here, and the bodies of the dead flowed into the sea, turning into lingering evil spirits. Therefore, the sound of the waves beating here sounds like the wailing of wronged souls. 

A young girl stood on the cliff, looking at the waves coming down the mountain, and also looking at the sea and sky in the distance until the end of her sight. 

The sky is too high and too far away, and I can't see the end. 

The sea water is too cold and too deep, the more you look at it, the more frightening it becomes. 

She lowered her head and looked at her black cotton skirt which only covered her knees. A mountain breeze blew and gently blew the hem of her skirt, which rolled gently against her thighs like a layer of thin waves. 

The snow-white calves are like the only light in the dark mountains. 

The breeze was clear, blowing her hair and her young eyebrows. 

Her long hair that reached down to her waist was lightly tied up with a red hair strand, and the few strands of black hair that fell on her shoulders were blown by the evening breeze, and her beautiful face was extremely peaceful. 

Her long hair was extremely black, pure black, and when it was fused with her dress, her pupils were like the dark, surging tide beneath the cliff. 

In midsummer, the Fenhui Peak is half lead gray and half emerald green, like the yin and yang that separate life and death, and it looks beautiful instantly. 

But now it is winter, the mountain top is covered with white snow, night falls, the cold wind blows, but the girl seems not to feel the cold. 

She likes to go to the top of the mountain to look out or contemplate. 

But she often felt that this mountain was not high enough. 

If you don't stand high enough, you can't see farther. 

So she always wanted to visit the legendary Chaoduan Peak. 

However, Chaoduan Peak was sealed by an extremely powerful ban that trapped five hundred people, and no one could enter. 

The girl standing on the cliff was breathing quietly, and no one knew what she was thinking. 

Suddenly, there was a noisy sound in the night, and the same dark night crow appeared on the top of the cloud. The girl looked at it from afar and stretched out her hand to the night sky. 

The jackdaw let out a sharp cry, tearing through the night like a knife. 

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the sea was getting faster and faster. 

The girl closed her eyes quietly, and a smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, like ripples. 

After an unknown amount of time, a young scholar with red lips and white teeth appeared behind the girl, standing with an umbrella. 

The snow was spread thinly on the blue umbrella surface. 

The man said softly, "Miss, let's go back to the pavilion." 

... 

One morning in February. 

Pei Yuhan saw from afar that Lin Xuanyan was standing in the square practicing swordplay. He was very clumsy in swordplay, like a child. 

She sighed unconsciously. 

After hearing the boy's "brave words" that day, she had a glimmer of hope in her heart, but this glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished by Lin Xuanyan's poor performance. 

Sometimes she even wanted to persuade Lin Xuanyan to give up kendo, but when the words came to her lips, they turned into some kendo guidance. 

Although in her opinion, these instructions are dispensable to him. 

Seeing Lin Xuanyan pretending to practice swordplay, what else could she do except get angry at him for not fighting? 

Gradually, she began to let Lin Xuanyan go, no longer forcing him to practice swordplay every day, and instead focused more on Zhao Nianxin. 

But she still has some inexplicable feelings towards Lin Xuanyan. 

Maybe it was because he saw that kind of thing. 

Although she had already gained a clear understanding of the sword, she would still feel resentful if her apprentice saw such a thing. 

What made Pei Yuhan happy was that Zhao Nian's progress was surprisingly fast. It was as if he had suddenly realized the truth. In just a few months, he was about to enter the fifth realm. 

If one can successfully enter the fifth realm, then there is hope that one can gain a rank for the sect. 

That way, I wouldn't have to fulfill my promise to Ji Yitian. 

Without Pei Yuhan's control and restrictions, Lin Xuanyan simply pretended not to do anything. 

If it wasn't for the sake of making this precious disciple feel more at ease, he would never do something as wasteful as practicing sword skills. 

Similar to him, Yu Xiaotang also dislikes practicing swordplay. 

Zhao Nian doesn't like to talk, so Yu Xiaotang, who has been feeling bored, likes to come and play with Lin Xuanyan. Unfortunately, Lin Xuanyan doesn't like to talk either, but Yu Xiaotang always thinks that Lin Xuanyan is very good-looking, so he is happy to come and play with him. 

After a while, they were able to chat. 

Lin Xuanyan spread out the swordplay guide he wrote on the table as usual, and closed his eyes to rest. 

Yu Xiaotang suddenly pushed the door open. Lin Xuanyan opened his eyes. Yu Xiaotang had already run to the table. She looked at the book that was turned to the middle with a look of contempt. "It's such a crappy book that you haven't finished reading it for so long. Humph, if we weren't alone now, I would have asked Master to expel you from the sect long ago!" 

Lin Xuanyan smiled and said, "Don't underestimate it. There is great wisdom in this book." 

Yu Xiaotang said disapprovingly: "I don't think so. I think you have no interest in sword training at all. You do nothing all day long, and you are lazy and gluttonous. You really don't deserve our master's painstaking teachings." 

Lin Xuanyan pretended to be surprised and said, "You figured this out? I really don't like practicing swordplay." 

Yu Xiaotang asked: "What do you like?" 

Lin Xuanyan thought for a moment and said, "I like spring rain, summer thunder, autumn wind, and winter snow..." 

Yu Xiaotang interrupted immediately: "Pfft, pfft, pfft, we are here to practice swordplay, don't act like a scholar and try to be mysterious." 

Lin Xuanyan added: "Actually, I still like swords very much." 

"I don't believe you." Yu Xiaotang said without thinking: "You must have some ulterior motives. Are you an undercover agent from another sect? You don't look stupid. So are you..." 

Yu Xiaotang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you like Master?" 

Lin Xuanyan said helplessly: "Why do you think so?" 

Yu Xiaotang pouted and said, "That guy Zhao Nian is the one. He secretly has a crush on our master. Otherwise, with his qualifications, how could he stay in the Sword Sect? In fact, the master should know this, but she has no choice but to indulge him. Who made me, the senior sister, so disappointing?" 

As he spoke, Yu Xiaotang became a little dejected. 

Lin Xuanyan reached out and rubbed its head, as if caressing a kitten: "You have a high talent, much higher than you think." 

Yu Xiaotang was touched on the head by her junior brother in such a way that she was an elder. She was a little unhappy and slapped his hand away, pretending to be angry and said: "What do you know? Don't I know my own bones? I have been blessed for eight lifetimes to be able to cross the threshold of cultivation. I don't ask how far I can go." 

Lin Xuanyan said seriously: "Trust me, you can go very far." 

Yu Xiaotang curled his lips, and suddenly found his serious look a little funny, so he teased: "Look at you? I at least know how to practice sword, what about you? Don't you know how to practice on the sword field? Master will feel at ease if he sees this. Hey, you don't know how difficult it has been for Master these years. Hey, a good person like Master shouldn't be like this. It's all the fault of that damn Master's master. He created such a damn sword art, and now he is gone, leaving his descendants to clean up the mess." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Master... what Grandmaster did was indeed wrong." 

Yu Xiaotang nodded and said, "So what if he is the best in swordsmanship? So what if he is the best in the world? He is not worthy of being my master's master!" 

"..." Lin Xuanyan suddenly didn't know what to say, so he asked: "Why has the sword art declined to this point? I heard that it was very glorious in the past." 

Yu Xiaotang propped up his chin and thought for a while, then said, "I seem to have heard Master mention that someone set a dead end for Master's Master, I don't know the details. Anyway, the people in power in Fuyu hate the Sword Sect the most, and they suppress it in various ways, both openly and secretly, as if they will never give up. Then, in order to curry favor with the forces of Fuyu, the dog emperor of our Xuanyuan Dynasty also wanted to kill the Sword Sect. Although Master is a great swordsman in the realm of transformation, there are also sages above the realm of transformation..." 

Lin Xuanyan asked: "Who is the person in power in Fuyu Island?" 

Yu Xiaotang scratched his head and said, "I can't remember clearly, but his last name seems to be Yin..." 

It was indeed him. Lin Xuanyan's expression slightly changed. 

He asked again: "The Xuanyuan Dynasty is the largest dynasty in the secular world after all, why would it deliberately try to curry favor with Fuyu?" 

Yu Xiaotang looked at him in shock and asked, "How isolated were you from the news before?" 

"What's wrong?" 

Yu Xiaotang looked at him as if he was an idiot: "Don't you know that the Northern Territory, which has always been in chaos, had a demon king appear ten years ago. He not only unified the Northern Territory, but also united the forces of the three major demon tribes to gather strength and pose a great threat to the Xuanyuan Dynasty." 

Lin Xuanyan asked in confusion: "Demon Lord?" 

Yu Xiaotang rolled his eyes: "It is said that the demon king is very powerful. The dynasty sent many experts to the Northern Territory to gather intelligence, but none of them returned." 

As someone who had been to the Northern Territory, he naturally knew how chaotic the Northern Territory was. The three major demon tribes were divided into separate regimes, and no one was willing to submit to the other. Fights often broke out. The three demon kings were all extremely powerful, and the demon tribes had countless demons, so even Fuyu had no way to deal with the Northern Territory. 

Now a demon has appeared and unified the Northern Territory? 

Who on earth has such ability? 

Even he suddenly wanted to see her. 

Suddenly, Yu Xiaotang poked him and said, "The Dao Trial Conference will be held in four months. If you really don't want to prepare, at least don't embarrass the sect too much." 

Lin Xuanyan shook his head and said, "I'm lazy." 

Yu Xiaotang gave him a chestnut and said, "You are so lazy." 

Lin Xuanyan touched his head and smiled: "Actually, I still like swords very much." 

"You're lying. You don't practice at all." 

"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, I'll teach you the Three Swords. I guarantee it will shock the world. But you're not allowed to tell Master about this, okay?" 

Unexpectedly, Yu Xiaotang said with disdain: "Who cares." 

Lin Xuanyan asked again: "Are you sure you don't want to learn?" 

"..." 

One month later. 

There was still a book lying on the table. 

The book is still turned to that page. 

The midday sun shines through the bamboo window, passing through the sparsely woven curtains, and draws rows of black shadows on the pages of the book. 

Lin Xuanyan quietly looked at the words that were not submerged by the bamboo shadows. In the mottled light, he breathed in and out slowly. 

He closed his eyes, but the words seemed to be projected onto his eyelids, magnified infinitely in his vision. 

He seemed to be standing in front of every word and looking up. 

Looking up at the words that I can hardly recognize. 

The doors and windows were closed. The silent dust in the room suddenly began to flow. 

He stretched out his fingers and gently stroked the air, and the pages of the book in front of him actually turned as he stroked. 

The only sound in the silent room was the rustling of pages turning. 

As the book turned page by page, the shadows on the pages remained motionless, still covering up many words. 

He leaned back on a bamboo chair, closed his eyes and turned the pages of a book, looking extremely focused, as if he was really reading. 

He quickly finished reading the book that he had been stuck in for a month. 

It was not until the last page fell that he slowly opened his eyes, closed the book, stood up and put it on the shelf. 

The sound of wind rushed into the quiet room, and the door was suddenly pushed open. 

Lin Xuanyan turned around and saw Yu Xiaotang breaking into the house, smiling. 

Yu Xiaotang was stunned for a moment. She looked at Lin Xuanyan and felt that something was different, but she couldn't put her finger on it. 

She said, "Oh!" and suddenly remembered something important. She said hurriedly, "Little Junior Brother, find a place to hide!" 

Lin Xuanyan was stunned: "What's wrong?" 

Yu Xiaotang apologized: "Just now, I was on Jianping and I couldn't even practice the sword technique you taught me. That sword technique was really weird. I practiced it several times but couldn't get it right. Then, I didn't notice that Master was here..." 

Lin Xuanyan was a little angry and asked: "Did she see your complete swordsmanship?" 

Yu Xiaotang had never seen him get angry before. In her impression, the junior brother was always gentle as jade. 

She said guiltily: "That shouldn't have happened. She probably only saw a few moves. But Master seemed very angry after seeing it and asked me who taught me this. Master looked very scary at the time, so I..." 

Lin Xuanyan raised his hand high, as if to strike, and Yu Xiaotang subconsciously shrank his head. 

After a while, Lin Xuanyan could only sigh, his hand slowly dropped, and finally touched her head. 

Yu Xiaotang found that he seemed to like touching her head very much. Just as she was about to ask a question, she felt Lin Xuanyan's hand froze while touching her head. 

Lin Xuanyan looked over her shoulder and saw a graceful figure in white standing at the door against the light. Her long hair fluttered, she looked heroic and her sword energy was like a crackling sword. 

Lin Xuanyan held his forehead and rubbed his face with his thumb, thinking it was over. 

Pei Yuhan stood at the door, with a long sword on her waist, and said angrily: "Lin Xuanyan, you come out." 

Lin Xuanyan walked out obediently. 

Pei Yuhan carried his clothes and walked towards Jianping. 

Yu Xiaotang bit her lip while watching this scene. She felt very sorry for her junior fellow apprentice. 

Pei Yuhan dragged him to Jianping. 

Looking him straight in the face, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you teach Xiaotang how to use the sword?" 

Lin Xuanyan nodded. 

Pei Yuhan stared at him intently, "Then you should know that the sword technique is the evil sword." 

Lin Xuanyan suddenly felt empty inside. He raised his head and looked at the beautiful face in the snow, his expression dazed. 

Many years ago, it seemed like this scene... 

At that time, Yu Han had just passed the sixth level of swordsmanship. He saw her practicing swordsmanship on Jianping and using that move. 

That sword move was extremely majestic, and was called "Cangshan Holding the Sun". 

The person who created this sword was the first leader of the Demon Sect three thousand years ago. 

The sword's fighting power and killing power were so strong that they were terrifying. 

Because this sword was too famous, maybe it was done intentionally by the leader of the Demon Sect, but all the sword cultivators in the world knew the way to use this sword. 

Hence, there was the great catastrophe of sword cultivators a thousand years ago. 

Countless sword practitioners have gone astray in their practice of this sword. 

After that, this sword was listed as one of the four forbidden techniques, and no one was allowed to practice it anymore. 

But even so, there are still sword cultivators who cannot resist the temptation and insist on practicing. 

That year, Pei Yuhan secretly practiced this sword technique without his knowledge, and was severely punished after he found out. 

He asked Pei Yuhan why she practiced such an evil way, but Pei Yuhan bit her lip and said nothing. 

He, who always doted on his apprentice, also punished Yu Han to kneel in front of him and come to him whenever he could communicate. 

So Pei Yuhan just knelt down. 

Until he couldn't bear it anymore and carried her back to the house with her numb feet. 

At that time, Pei Yuhan asked him a question, but he pushed back. 

Fate plays tricks on him. Now he asks the same question he asked back then: "There is only one sword in the world, why is there a distinction between good and evil?" 

The cold wind mixed with fine snow lifted her snow-white dress, and the soft dress fluttered like flowing clouds, revealing her slender and flawless calves. 

Her clothes clung to her body even tighter, and her graceful curves looked even more fierce in the snow. 

The broken snow covered my eyes and eyebrows. 

After a long time, Pei Yuhan's breath gradually calmed down. The wind and snow gradually stopped. 

Lin Xuanyan's question made her unable to control herself for a moment. 

Memories flooded back like a tide, and she looked at Lin Xuanyan with a dazed look. 

Why did he ask this question? Is it just a coincidence? 

After a long while, she slowly said: "The way of swordsmanship requires heart. Don't rush for quick success. Your heart is biased." 

This is what he said to her that year. 

She pressed Lin Xuanyan's shoulders, tightened her grip, and shouted angrily, "Kneel down." 

Lin Xuanyan knelt on the ground and was pressed to the ground by her. It was just like the past. 

Pei Yuhan left a message: "Whenever you are able to communicate, come to Biluo Palace to find me." 

"..." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the beautiful figure walking away in the snow. He knelt on the ground, the snow soaked into his knees, and the wind was very cold. 

He had a blank expression on his face, and no one knew what was going on. It was not until Pei Yuhan's figure completely disappeared from his sight that he started to curse: "Little girl, you are so brave! How dare you do this to your master? When I recover my power, I will beat your ass to pieces and write my name upside down!" 

The wind and snow were speechless, and the usually quiet boy, who was kneeling on the ground, cursed. 

... 

Yu Xiaotang walked over to Lin Xuanyan carrying a red wood carved lunch box, took out a bunny-shaped bread from it, and handed it to Lin Xuanyan: "Junior brother, do you want to eat?" 

Lin Xuanyan, who was resting with his eyes closed, took a look and swallowed his saliva, but still closed his eyes and said, "No." 

Yu Xiaotang said, "Oh!" and took out a little tiger-shaped thing from the lunch box: "What about this?" 

Lin Xuanyan said: "No." 

Yu Xiaotang was not discouraged and changed to a goat: "Eat one." 

Lin Xuanyan glanced at Yu Xiaotang. Snow fell on her shoulders. The proud girl looked quite charming at the moment. Lin Xuanyan said helplessly, "Senior Sister, I want to be alone." 

Yu Xiaotang looked surprised and asked, "You like Lu Jiajing too?" 

Lu Jiajing is the Palace Master of Qingmu Palace in Xuanyuan Dynasty. 

Lin Xuanyan looked at Yu Xiaotang's childish face, eyes wide open, with a look of shock. 

He thought to himself, are you able to speak according to the law at such a young age? 

Then Lu Jiajing really liked me back then. 

Yu Xiaotang squatted down, looked at him, and said seriously: "I made this myself. This is the first time I've made food for a boy since I was a child!" 

Lin Xuanyan looked at the lifelike goat-shaped pastry and exclaimed: "That's really good." 

After thinking for a while, Lin Xuanyan took the cake and suddenly remembered something. He pulled Yu Xiaotang to his side and whispered, "Although that girl... Master doesn't allow you to practice, but you must believe me and practice this sword well. Junior Brother won't lie to you." 

After saying this, he felt relieved. He looked at the cake and was about to put it in his mouth when he suddenly saw a white shadow standing like a ghost in the snowy night. 

Yu Xiaotang was so scared that he hid behind Lin Xuanyan and squatted down. 

Lin Xuanyan quickly picked up the still warm cake and said calmly to the graceful figure in the snow, "This is the cake that Xiaotang prepared carefully for Master." 

Pei Yuhan, who appeared in front of him at some point, looked at the cakes. She took a deep breath and said, "No need to kneel. Follow me." 

Lin Xuanyan looked at her serious face and smiled secretly, she was just like him back then, so easily soft-hearted. 

He stood up and patted the wet snow on his knees, and felt his legs were a little numb. 

He was resentful. He was the one who brought her back home. Couldn't you just hold her for a bit? 

Yu Xiaotang looked at him and asked, "Can you still walk?" 

Lin Xuanyan said, "I can't walk, will you carry me?" 

Yu Xiaotang thought about it seriously, and after weighing the pros and cons, she refused: "No, no, you are a boy!" 

Lin Xuanyan rolled his eyes and walked towards the Biluo Palace with difficulty.