Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

Wu Qing suddenly sat up on the wooden couch, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Qing-ge'er? Qing-ge'er?" Someone outside gently tapped on the windowpane, making a soft, melodious sound, like a morning bird taking flight to awaken the mountains and rivers.

"Young Miss?" Wu Qing got off the bed, put on a long robe, walked to the door, opened it, and peeked out the window.

As the first rays of dawn spread in the east, Dou Xianniang, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, stood by the window, seemingly blending into the morning light.

Wu Qing looked outside again. The sky was still dark overall; the darkest hour before dawn had just passed.

Think back, the part where the beautiful woman who was transformed from a cage chops off someone's head with an axe is blurry and not the same as the previous "past life connection".

It must have been Dou Xianniang knocking on the window outside; he was just having a nightmare before he woke up.

"What important thing has happened?" Wu Qing asked hurriedly.

"No, that's not it!" Dou Xianniang laughed. "I want you to teach me the axe technique for picking ears."

Wu Qing knew that Dou Xianniang would get up before dawn to practice martial arts.

He just didn't expect that she would come and knock on his window so early this morning.

He laughed and said, "That ear-picking axe technique might not be very useful to you, Miss."

Although Cheng Yaojin's three-strike axe technique was powerful, even a god would have to dodge it.

But three axe blows alone are not enough. In the novel, every character with a name and surname, although frightened by those three moves, is still able to dodge them.

Besides, there's only one move left.

The reason it was effective on the battlefield yesterday was mainly because the opposing cavalry was not strong, and the battlefield was filled with charging and fighting, leaving very little room to maneuver.

In a duel between military generals, this single axe strike might not be effective.

If Cheng Yaojin had truly mastered the original thirty-six axe techniques according to the novel, then apart from Li Yuanba, probably no one could have been his match.

Dou Xianniang smiled slightly: "The axe technique you taught them is quite magical. Although it doesn't match my own marksmanship, it can be used unexpectedly at crucial moments to save the day."

Wu Qing said, "Miss, you go ahead first, I'll be right there."

After returning home, I straightened my clothes and washed up in the yard.

As he left the courtyard, he saw that Dou Xianniang had not gone far and was standing at the gate waiting for him.

The two walked together toward the place where Dou Xianniang practiced martial arts.

Dou Xianniang said, "I was afraid of startling you, so I tried to knock as quietly as possible when I knocked on the window, but I still heard you shout. I'm sorry."

Wu Qing said, "It has nothing to do with the young lady; she just happened to be having a nightmare."

Dou Xianniang said, "We just had a great victory, and the celebration banquet has just ended. Why are you having nightmares? What kind of nightmares are they?"

"It's nothing really!" Wu Qing said. "I just had a random dream about a beautiful woman chopping my head off with an axe."

Dou Xianniang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't be afraid! Let me pat your head."

He raised his hand and patted Wu Qing's head.

The morning light shone brightly on her face and on her full breasts, which even her tight-fitting clothes could not conceal.

As Wu Qing looked at her, he felt a warm sensation flowing into his body along the places she had touched, and the fear caused by being beheaded in his dream vanished.

The two arrived at the martial arts arena behind the Great King's Palace. Dou Xianniang took out a single-eared Azure Dragon Halberd and swung it around.

Her Azure Dragon Halberd was made of fine iron and was quite heavy.

Wu Qing said, "I only saw Cheng Yaojin use this move and forcibly memorized it. I don't know how to use it myself. So I can only explain the posture, movements, and general methods of applying force to the young lady."

Dou Xianniang looked at him, her eyes shining: "Qing-ge'er, you're too modest."

"Although he doesn't know martial arts, his understanding of martial arts moves is profound. He can name many martial arts moves instantly, which is far beyond my ability."

Wu Qing smiled... that was just the system helping him cheat.

Next, Wu Qing began to teach her the trick of "ear cleaning".

**

The girl opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

For a fleeting moment, she wanted to swim away from the bed, but then she remembered that she was a human, not a snake.

She sat up. There was a faint light coming from the paper-covered window, but overall it was still very dark.

She got up, put on her wooden clogs, went to the window, and pushed it open.

The heavy rain that fell last night stopped in the latter half of the night, but the ground was still wet.

Several female soldiers were starting a fire in the kitchen in the distance, preparing breakfast porridge for everyone. After all, the mountain village was different from the manor and didn't have many good conditions.

Shan Ailian had a dream last night.

But the dream was so real that she still can't fully wake up from it.

Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly; in his dream, he was a butterfly fluttering about, unaware that he was Zhuangzi.

The older sister in her dream, and the boy who saved them, are more like memories that have been awakened in her mind at this moment.

Was it really just a dream? She was a little confused.

The cool air, carried by the morning breeze, brushed against her delicate face, as if reminding her that this was the real place.

Dan Ailian trembled slightly, hurriedly turned around and returned to the bedside, putting on a white undergarment and a high-waisted ruqun.

It was just dawn, and she didn't have much to do in the mountain stronghold; she was usually still lying down at this time.

But she really couldn't sleep at the moment. She felt she needed to go for a walk outside to clear her mind and make sure she didn't know which side of the dream was real.

She opened the door and walked out lightly.

"Miss Ailian, you're up so early?" a female soldier asked when she saw her. "It rained so hard last night, it's very cold this morning. Why don't you go back to sleep?"

Shan Ailian smiled and said, "I can't sleep now either, so I'll go for a walk outside. Is Sister Dou already practicing martial arts over there?"

"Yes, Miss always gets up quite early, and Qing-ge'er is there too!"

"Qing-ge'er?" Shan Ailian asked in surprise. "He doesn't practice martial arts, what's he doing there?"

The female soldier laughed and said, "It seems that the young lady approached him, asking him to teach her the ear-picking technique."

Dan Ailian looked down at herself, touched her disheveled and unkempt hair, hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the training ground.

In her dazed state, she found herself feeling a little impatient.

Arriving at the edge of the training ground, she saw Dou Xianniang holding the Azure Dragon Halberd and swinging it forward.

Wu Qing was behind Dou Xianniang, his left hand on her shoulder and his other hand on her arm, explaining something.

As the dawn slowly unfolded, Shan Ailian looked at the boy's increasingly charming face.

In that instant, his face clearly corresponded to the boy from last night, a boy he couldn't tell if it was a dream or a memory.

She suddenly turned around, her back pressed against the wall beside her, her heart pounding like a deer's.

Within the high-waisted skirt, her shapely breasts seemed unable to be contained, swaying with the trembling of her delicate body.

After a while, she turned around and peeked at the boy in the training ground.

The morning light streamed in, rosy over her delicate face.