Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 729 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 72

"Or, in my eyes, this is not love."

The path of a sword cultivator with a pure heart and natural sword bones is very pure. He is ruthless yet affectionate, affectionate yet ruthless. He is not stained by the mundane world. He sits and observes quietly, and has compassion for all things.

Just like water, the most affectionate and the most ruthless.

Therefore, it is normal for their feelings for her to go unrequited.

Zhu Baishao stood quietly in the air, like a moon, emitting a faint and cold glow.

And the moon does not belong to anyone.

Yin Wu Yue stared at her deeply for a while and found that she indeed had no other emotional fluctuations.

She doesn't love him...nor does she love Zhao Qing.

She loves no one.

She will cherish a flower that has not bloomed, but will not care about the final destination of the flower after it blooms.

As expected, there is no wrong saying in the world of immortal cultivation - sword cultivators will never understand romance, and you should never fall in love with a sword cultivator, because she only has eyes for the sword.

Yin Wu Yue slowly closed his eyes, and his heart suddenly became quiet and empty, as if his whole heart was wrinkled and unconsciously felt sour.

Is this what it means to love someone but not be able to get them?

Love, hate, anger, and ignorance, no wonder love comes first.

Because of love comes sorrow, because of love comes hatred, because of love comes anger and ignorance.

Yin Wu Yue's mind split into thousands, and the answer he had been searching for was finally placed before him.

There was a sudden loud noise in the sky and thunderclouds began to gather.

Ever since Yin Wu Yue left the Kunlun Secret Realm, those scattered spiritual thoughts have returned to his body one after another, causing him to reach the bottleneck of the Tribulation Period.

And today, the love that seemed to be within reach but was actually separated by a chasm and unrequited finally allowed him to enter the Mahayana stage ahead of schedule.

A purple thunderbolt fell, and Yin Wu Yue felt a trance before his eyes, and a burning pain came from his shoulder.

The heaven and earth inherently reject evil spirits, and the thunder tribulation directed at him at this time was unprecedentedly powerful.

The sect leader had a serious look on his face and was about to take Zhu Baishao and Zhao Qing out of the range of the thunder.

Another bolt of lightning struck down, and the ends of Yin Wu Yue's hair turned black. He glanced at Zhu Baishao who was indifferent to him, his lips moved, but in the end he did not speak, and he flew away.

The dark clouds of disaster followed the target of the disaster and left.

After he left, Zhu Baishao raised her eyes and looked in that direction.

"White peony..."

The clan leader wanted to say something but stopped himself. As a centenarian single man, he didn't know what to do about such emotional matters.

Zhu Baishao gave him a faint smile, like a swaying flower, and she took the initiative to say, "Sect Master, the sect... I won't go back yet, I want to go somewhere else."

The leader looked at her and felt that her light smile was hiding tears. He felt uncomfortable, "Go wherever you want to go."

He didn't say any extra words of comfort, but instead took out many spiritual stones and treasures for her to use.

Zhu Baishao shook her head and refused, "I don't need these."

After returning the things to the sect leader, she flew away with the Snow-Breaking Sword, leaving a trail of white light in the sky.

From beginning to end, she never looked at Zhao Qing again.

"elder sister……"

The voice of this call was weaker than ever before, and it didn't sound like it came from the mouth, but from the bottom of the heart.

Zhao Qing knew that she would never forgive him.

Every time my sister sees him, she thinks of the days and nights when he locked her up in the bamboo house and she was powerless to enjoy his love...

Can what he did really be forgiven?

How can he pay for his sins?

Will my sister see him again?

My sister is clearly a pure swordsman who is devoted to the Dao. After being deceived by Yin Wuyue, she still chose to believe him... He betrayed my sister's trust...

So my sister will definitely not see him again.

Zhao Qing suddenly felt that he could never redeem his sins, and he spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

The pillar that had been supporting him collapsed, and he fell to his knees weakly on the ground, unable to get up for a long time facing the direction she had left, with a tear of blood dripping from the corner of his eye.

The clan leader stood nearby with a complicated look on his face.

In the distance, in the place covered by lightning, the tall figure of the man silently turned in the direction where Zhu Baishao left.

There was an indissoluble persistence between his eyebrows. He was a person with very distinct love and hate, and his soul was crazy and paranoid. Once he set his mind on someone, he would never let go even if he died.

No matter where she went, he could always find her.

……

Zhu Baishao's idea of ​​leaving was very simple.

These two sons of destiny are more or less paranoid. They only have their own thinking paths in their eyes and minds, and they firmly believe that their ideas and concepts are completely correct.

They developed love and possessiveness for Zhu Baishao, and projected that love and possession onto her, without considering her feelings at all...

All in all, it needs training.

Moreover, she simply treated this plane as a vacation plane and never took any direct measures to conquer it.

After all, we are all cultivators, and some of us have long lifespans.

But now it seems that the basic mission objectives are about to be achieved.

Zhu Baishao no longer had any worries and went to the mortal world on her own to feel the hustle and bustle of life.

The realm of immortal cultivation, whether it is the immortal world or the mortal world, is vast and boundless. It took her a lot of time to travel 100,000 miles to the west before she slowed down.

The sun is rising and the morning dew is faint.

Zhu Baishao stopped in an ordinary town. Almost all the people living in this town were mortals. Occasionally, there would be immortal cultivators passing by here, but they would not stay here for too long.

Very suitable for seclusion.

The small hermit hides in the wild, the great hermit hides in the city.

At this time, the morning market in the town was just beginning to get lively. The cries of hawkers from various vendors could be heard one after another. The bluestone-paved streets were bustling with people, creating a leisurely atmosphere of peace and contentment.

Broker Zhang San opened the door facing the street, yawned lazily, and was about to glance at the sun when he caught a glimpse of a graceful and elegant figure walking towards him from the corner of his eye. He was delighted.

No wonder there were magpies calling so early in the morning, it turns out that a distinguished guest was coming as soon as the door opened.

"Miss, what do you need? Whether it's buying or selling, I promise to do it for you."

Although Zhu Baishao had long been accustomed to other people's attention to her appearance, in order to hide her identity, she still cast a disguise spell on herself, transforming her beautiful face into a delicate one.

It can’t be hidden from immortal cultivators, but it’s enough to deal with mortals.

She took out some silver from what looked like a purse but was actually a bag and said in a cold voice, "I want to buy a quiet courtyard. The price is up to you."

Faced with the generous guest, Zhang San immediately smiled and soon led Zhu Baishao to a courtyard.

The previous owner of the yard must have been a person with a keen interest in life. There are many flowers and plants planted in the yard, and the surrounding environment is indeed quiet.

She was quite satisfied with it, so she bought the courtyard and lived there.

Perhaps she had finally settled down. Every time Zhu Baishao circulated her spiritual power, she could vaguely feel the heartbeat of the fetus in her belly, right next to her full and powerful dantian.

This child is a combination of natural spiritual bones and natural sword bones, and seems to be even more talented than her brother.