Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Yu Linglong took Ju Zi with her and strolled around the center, introducing her to the various facilities and their locations.

This will make walking easier in the future.

"Ju Zi, it's getting late. Why don't you go back and help your young master take a nap?"

Yu Linglong spoke casually, but she curled up her ears to listen carefully, afraid of missing any answer.

Ju Ziya nodded and said, "My young master is very diligent in his cultivation and never takes a midday rest."

For him, spiritual practice was a form of rest.

"Oh……"

Yu Linglong's voice seemed to carry a hint of disappointment, which she could not hide.

Ju Zi glanced at the woman beside her, a woman from the Fan family who was obsessed with her identity, and the scene from before flashed through her mind.

The young master had instructed that if anyone inquired about him, no matter what it was about, they should say the opposite.

Ju Zi was an obedient maid, so she naturally kept those words in mind.

When Yu Linglong asked, she answered without a single flaw, whether in her words, actions, or expressions.

Upon learning the answer, Yu Linglong felt quite disappointed.

Is it really not him?

Did I guess wrong?

Yet, the sense of familiarity emanating from him was so intense.

Disheartened, Yu Linglong took the oranges back home.

She became much quieter along the way.

Having asked what I wanted to ask, there's naturally nothing more to say.

Ju Zi glanced at her subtly, a vague guess forming in her mind.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Yu Linglong decided to return the oranges, then go back the way she came to take a nap.

This time, she must seize the opportunity and see if she can find any clues in her dream.

"Juzi, it's a pleasure to meet you as a friend. I'll come to see you again when I have time."

The two parted ways.

Seeing Ju Zi turn and leave, Yu Linglong also sighed slightly and walked back.

Suddenly, Ta seemed to remember something.

He glanced back, then changed direction and took a shortcut towards Fan Zui's room.

Before long, she had arrived outside the room.

Stealthy and sneaky.

I went to the window and looked inside.

Although it's not clear, you can see that there seems to be a person lying on the windowsill.

"He's taking a nap!"

Bright eyes.

"Ju Zi, you little brat, how dare you lie to me."

She glanced deeply into the house, then turned and left, returning to her own courtyard.

Not long after, she also lay down.

It's broad daylight, but at this time of day, I'm suddenly overcome with drowsiness and can't keep my eyes open.

He lay down for a short while, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fan Zui opened and closed his eyes, and he was already in a dream.

Looking around, this is a martial arts training ground.

Opposite him stood a woman wielding a long sword, ready to attack at any moment.

She is Yu Linglong.

"Senior brother, watch out, I'm about to attack."

It turned out to be a sword fight.

Fan Zui's mind flashed back to the cause and effect of this dream.

This place belongs to the Cloud Soaring Sword Sect.

And he was the senior disciple of the Yunxiao Sword Sect.

The person before me is named Yu Linglong. She is the apple of her master Yunxiaozi's eye and his junior sister.

The two grew up together and practiced cultivation together.

Not long ago, this junior sister finally mustered up the courage to confess her feelings to him.

However, he bluntly stated that women would only slow down his sword-drawing speed.

And so, the junior sister began her daily and nightly cultivation.

The two made a bet.

He would take her down the mountain if she defeated him.

This match is the 108th one.

In the previous sparring matches, the junior sister suffered very bad defeats.

Because she doesn't practice diligently in her daily life; all she does is play.

The difference in cultivation level is too great; naturally, it's impossible for them to be opponents.

"bring it on."

Fan Zui made a starting stance.

The two swords clashed, their movements as swift as a storm, flashing with cold light.

The sword moves were unpredictable, both real and feint, as fluid and agile as flowing clouds and water.

Fan Zui's sword strikes with the force of a swift wind, while Yu Linglong's gentleness conceals strength, a blend of power and flexibility.

Swords clashed, sparks flew, and their momentum soared to the sky.

Chapter 128 [Creating a Kung Fu Technique for the Fatty]

After the sword duel, Yu Linglong was defeated once again.

Looking at the sword in her hand, she remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking:

"who are you?"

This sudden remark startled Fan Zui for a moment, but he quickly understood.

Yu Linglong finally woke up.

"passer."

"May I see your true face?"

"No."

At this moment, in the dream, in Yu Linglong's eyes, Fan Zui was wearing a mask.

I couldn't see his face at all.

Their identity could not be confirmed.

“You have appeared in my dreams more than once and taught me how to cultivate myself, yet why do you dare not show your true face to me?”

Fan Zui stood there with his sword in hand, turned and left without answering.

He then chose a place and began his cultivation.

Before he began his cultivation, he waved his hand, and rows of pills flew out and landed in front of Yu Linglong.

A full forty Fire Spirit Pills.

Yu Linglong was stunned to see so many pills for the first time.

Now that she has awakened, she naturally remembers that every time she enters a dream, the person in front of her will give her a Fire Spirit Pill.

I never expected that there would be more and more of them.

Where did he get so many Fire Spirit Pills, and why did he give them to her?

I really can't figure it out.

"Eat it or not, it's up to you."

Afterwards, Fan Zui began his cultivation.

Yu Linglong glanced at him, and with a wave of her hand, all forty Fire Spirit Pills flew up and were swallowed by her.