After wandering outside for a while and hastily protecting a group of people, more than half a year had passed.

During that time, Tantai Yan met a few friends and showed off his little disciple. By the time they returned to Jiming Mountain, the little disciple was already two years old.

The two-year-old Gu Miaomiao could already speak. No matter where Tantai Yan was, she would tenderly call out ’Master, Master’.

The first time he heard this address, Tantai Yan was reminded of that night when he stormed the mountain stronghold.

Perhaps the disciple originally wanted to say ’Master’. Maybe she wanted to comfort him.

Feeling deeply gratified, Tantai Yan regained his motivation to study martial arts and got up early every day to practice in front of the grass hut.

That day, while he was practicing, little Tuanzi slowly crawled down from the bed, wobbled to the doorway, and when she saw the figure as graceful as a swimming dragon, her mouth slowly opened wide.

By that time, she could already communicate with the Ancient Martial System, though she didn’t say much.

The little chubby hand tried hard to point in the direction of the master.

The system understood, [That is the Listening Wave Swordsmanship, one of your master’s self-created masterpieces. When you grow up, you can also learn it.]

The little Tuanzi was someone who had to grab hold of a piece of candy as soon as she saw it and wanted to learn any martial art she encountered.

The little her didn’t know how to describe this feeling yet, but watching her master practice swordsmanship, her heart beat so fast.

The little chubby hand pressed against her chest, while her big eyes glimmered as she watched her master.

She was action-oriented, working hard to crawl over the threshold and then stagger to her feet.

Clearly she couldn’t stand steadily, yet she still grabbed a thin twig, imitating her master’s movements.

Tantai Yan finished a whole set of swordsmanship, turned his head, and saw the little disciple teetering while playing with the twig.

He thought she was just restless. But upon seeing her moves clearly, his expression changed.

"Miaomiao, have you learned it?"

Little Tuanzi waved the little twig in confusion, tilted her head, "Learned? Learned?"

Tantai Yan exclaimed excitedly, "Show me a few more moves."

Little Tuanzi understood, waving the little twig and ended up smacking Tantai Yan’s handsome face.

Tantai Yan: "..."

He suddenly had a bad premonition. Could it be that this little disciple might surpass the previous one... Impossible, no way, this disciple was raised by him personally!

"Miaomiao, it seems you have great talent."

Tantai Yan felt somewhat comforted, pinching the overly chubby cheek, "When you get a little older, Master will formally teach you."

Little Tuanzi blinked her eyes, realized it, and couldn’t help but stomp her feet.

"Learn! Learn! Want to learn!"

Taking a misstep, she fell in front of Tantai Yan.

Since it was winter, she was dressed in round, puffy clothes and rolled around on the ground a few times.

"Hahaha!"

Tantai Yan laughed heartily, without any restraint.

Furious, Tuanzi rolled to his feet, using all her limbs to start kicking his legs.

Tantai Yan lifted her up, his face showing a rare, unclouded smile.

"Don’t rush, have you heard the saying? The hasty cat doesn’t catch hot tofu."

"Tofu?"

Little Tuanzi only caught the keyword, couldn’t help but salivate, "Tofu! Eat tofu!"

Being interrupted again and again, Tantai Yan took a deep breath.

He really had raised a Little Glutton.

"In any case, let’s talk about it in a couple of years," Tantai Yan advised, "Starting martial arts too early will keep you short, you’ll always be a little dwarf."

Little Tuanzi somewhat understood and somewhat didn’t.

Tantai Yan, however, sighed with a bit of melancholy.

"If you have to leave before starting to learn, I’ll impart some inner strength to you, give you a skill manual, and you can teach yourself."

He rubbed that little head vigorously, "You have such talent, you can succeed in self-study."

Thus, months passed by.

Every time Tantai Yan practiced martial arts, a little Tuanzi would secretly watch, even following along to practice secretly. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Tantai Yan never taught her, but even so, little Tuanzi memorized many moves. Although she didn’t quite understand them, sometimes her body would reflexively use related techniques.

That day.

Tantai Yan bought a roasted chicken back, placed it on the table, planning to enjoy some wine with the chicken shortly.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the mountain, as if animals were fighting; he clasped his hands behind his back, strolling over for a look.

Shortly after he left, a little round head peeked out, big black gleaming eyes staring at the roast chicken on the table.

[Ancient Martial System: Are you going to steal the roast chicken?]

"I’m not stealing," little Tuanzi puffed her cheeks in retort, "Miaomiao is helping, just tasting!"

"Yes, tasting!" The words were said righteously, but the actions were sneaky, slipping into the hall without making a sound.