Extra 2

Extra 2: Daily life of Xuanling Sect

In fact, when Zhou Yulin recalled that she was a child, her relationship with her three senior brothers was not that good.

Senior Brother Xuan Qingxian was raised by his master as his successor from a young age.

Therefore, he is always very busy, either practicing swordsmanship or taking on missions.

The second senior brother, Linghu Miao, was rescued by Master on the road.

When I went up the mountain, I was already over ten years old, a time when I was prone to sulking.

He didn't think much of the people in his master's school.

She always dresses like a peacock, and when she sees someone, she looks up and sneers.

As for the third senior brother, Lingxing, he had the most eccentric temper.

When she's happy, she's understanding.

When he's unhappy, he'll say a few harsh words to anyone he meets.

In the morning, Xuan Qingxian would wake Zhou Yulin up, comb her hair, and then go to practice her sword.

Taking Zhou Yulin to class was a task that Linghu Miao reluctantly took on. He always walked ahead with a disdainful pace.

Zhou Yulin could only jog behind this person to keep up.

So every time Xuan Qingxian wiped his sweat and looked up, he would see this scene: under the wisteria pavilion, a dashing young man in white strode ahead, while a little girl with her hair in butterfly buns obediently trotted behind, calling out softly as she ran, "Senior brother, I can't keep up!"

Xuan Qingxian would chuckle to himself whenever he saw this.

A month later, Linghu Miao was no longer as cold as he had been at the beginning.

Instead, he took pity on Zhou Yulin and let her walk ahead, while he followed slowly behind. If he saw that the little girl's hairpin was crooked, he would take the initiative to straighten it for her. When Zhou Yulin was little, she loved to cause trouble and always got her clothes dirty, so she would always beg her second senior brother to clean them for her.

So, Linghu Miao would always glance helplessly at Zhou Yulin, who had gotten herself all dirty, and lazily say, "Did you get into a fight again?"

Zhou Yulin was about to take the handkerchief offered by the man when he unexpectedly took it and gently wiped the dirt off his face, casually asking as he did so, "Did you win?"

Zhou Yulin nodded her little head emphatically, "Of course!"

Linghu Miao chuckled, "Fine, I'll help you if you win."

From that day on, Zhou Yulin had a partner to do bad things.

Unfortunately, the second senior brother was later dragged away by the eldest senior brother to practice swordsmanship.

The naturally unrestrained person was scolded by Xuan Qingxian on the first day of training. Zhou Yulin looked at Linghu Miao sitting under the flowers with her small feet, watching him being scolded with his head down, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Xuan Qingxian berated Linghu Miao from head to toe, and finally said coldly and expressionlessly, "Also, you are not allowed to insult your teachers."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Linghu Miao innocently raised his head, spread his hands, and explained, "I did not insult my teachers."

“As the eldest brother, I am like a father to you. When I teach you, I am your teacher. If I scold you for a single word, you have to practice for an extra hour.” Linghu Miao was only two years younger than Xuan Qingxian, but they were about the same age. Xuan Qingxian was unbelievably mature. Linghu Miao admitted defeat and said with a bitter face, “Is this how you bully people?”

"I didn't call for my senior brother, so I'm doing extra practice."

"Alright, alright, my dear senior brother," Linghu Miao said with a hint of resentment.

After that, a figure practicing swordsmanship appeared under the Flower Vine Pavilion, while the figure leisurely going to class disappeared.

The third senior brother was appointed to this critical mission at this time.

Lingxing herself can't get up early, let alone take herself to class.

The first time they were two hours late, Lingxing leisurely carried Zhou Yulin to class, only to be scolded by the teacher for half an hour.

Later, it took two senior brothers to give Lingxing a good scolding before he finally reformed and patted his chest, promising that he would never be late again.

As a result, he camped outside the classroom that night. Before falling asleep, he mumbled in his sleep, "Who's at the door? We can't save those who overslept. In the morning, you'll be right at the school. We, we definitely, we definitely..."

Zhou Yulin glanced at her unreliable third senior brother, corrected his blankets, and decided that it was more reliable for her to get up herself.

After that day, Zhou Yulin approached her master and suggested that she could go to school alone from now on. Her master initially disagreed and even planned to personally escort her to class. Only after Zhou Yulin reassured him did he agree to observe her for a month.

The night they learned the news, the eldest and second eldest brothers had a big fight. Unexpectedly, Linghu Miao, who was not involved, disagreed with the matter. Seeing that Linghu Miao could not beat the eldest brother and was still being stubborn, Zhou Yulin kicked open the door without any hesitation.

He shouted, "Don't you guys let people sleep?!"

Both young men looked over. Linghu Miao, whose face was bruised and swollen from the beating, pinched herself and said, "Who's still my little junior sister? How did she grow up to be such a tyrant?"

Xuan Qingxian glared at Linghu Miao, but when he looked at Zhou Yulin, the sharpness in his eyes turned into tenderness. "What's wrong? Can't you sleep? Do you want your senior brother to tell you a bedtime story?"

Zhou Yulin's face fell. She actually wanted to hear a story, but she still earnestly lectured him with a stern expression, "You can't fight."

She probably couldn't imagine how adorable she looked when she uttered those words in a childlike voice with her messy hair.

Therefore, Linghu Miao suppressed a smile and said, "Alright, my little junior sister."

After that night, the three of them got along better.

From that night on, Zhou Yulin began to get up alone to go to school. She learned to tie her own hair in a bun, and although she wasn't as good as her senior brother, it was enough. Before she knew it, she was fifteen years old.

Lingxing remains unreliable.

The eldest brother has grown into a very reliable mentor.

As for the second senior brother, he lingers among the flowers and is never serious.

Zhou Yulin learned his gambling skills from capturing Linghu Miao.

As I grow older, let's stop here, Zhou Yulin wrote.

Someone hugged her from behind, their furry head nuzzling her neck.

"Time for bed," the righteous-looking man said softly, then picked her up and complained, "You've been chatting with your senior brother all day and haven't spoken to me at all."

Zhou Yulin chuckled and wrapped her arms around the man's neck. "Senior Brother, you've just recovered from a serious illness. What's wrong? Are you perhaps jealous?"

Originally, it was just a joke to tease this person, but when Chen Muyao heard the words "senior brother," his face immediately darkened, and he threatened through gritted teeth, "You are not allowed to call him 'senior brother.'"

Zhou Yulin doesn't have a blackout about what happened when she was drunk, so she quickly remembered why this person was so angry and couldn't help but tease, "You're not angry because I called you 'senior brother' last time, are you?"

“I call my senior brother, I never call him senior brother. I call the eldest senior brother the eldest senior brother, the second senior brother the third senior brother, and so on. Chen Anheng, Chen Anheng, have you forgotten?”

Chen Muyao hated this person's quick wit and ability to coax her every time.

Because he always forgave the person after only a few words.

“Once, I lost a bet with you, and you made me call you senior brother.”

As Zhou Yulin recalled this, Chen Muyao had already kissed her. In her disordered breathing, she continued, "If I don't want to, you threaten me."

He kissed her while defending himself, saying, "I didn't."

"Yes, you don't, you are."

"And then..." The rest of his words were swallowed by his panting. Today he was much more proactive and enthusiastic. No wonder he was the male protagonist of a restricted novel. Practice makes perfect.

As he gently kissed her, he whispered, "Yes, I forgive you."

Zhou Yulin: ...

In any case, the matter of how to appease Chen Muyao...

This was the subject that Zhou Yulin, the first week of Kendo, studied for the rest of her life.