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

Chapter 666 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 9

On this day, Zhu Baishao was practicing his sword by the cold pool in the back mountain. A white light fell, and the people who came were the sect master and two disciples, a male and a female.

"I've met the sect leader."

"I've met my junior uncle."

After the few people saw the ceremony, the sect leader couldn't help but praise Zhu Baishao, "Baishao's sword spirit is solid, and his swordsmanship has made great progress."

"The sect master is so complimentary."

Zhu Baishao put away the spiritual power on her fingertips, and the sharpness that almost overflowed from the Snow-breaking Sword dissipated, and the light on the sword disappeared. She sheathed the sword and returned it to her hand.

Such an appearance made the two disciples' eyes sparkle.

I have long heard that my uncle was born with sword bones and superb swordsmanship, but being famous is not as good as meeting him.

After a few pleasantries, the sect leader introduced the two disciples to Zhu Baishao.

The man's name is Zhao Lei, and the woman's name is Mu Po. They were both disciples of the sect leader last year, and their strength is also in the foundation building stage.

"I have told you before about Jiuhua Peak's recruitment of disciples. I have discussed with the elders and plan to select the best from the outer sects."

The sect master smiled and said, "Of course, the disciples who enter your peak also need your approval. If there is someone you like and want to accept as your personal successor, that would be even better."

If it was just to say this, the sect leader would not have brought two people here. It would be more convenient to directly transmit the message with his spiritual thoughts.

I wish Bai Shao to wait for the following.

The sect leader liked her calm look very much, and continued: "However, several elders feel that you are young and have little experience, and you will not be able to lead disciples directly. The matter of recruiting disciples is postponed, and I plan to let you go out and walk more first... …”

"The ten-year Immortal Ascension Conference is coming soon. The elders hope that you will lead the team this time to select some good seedlings for the sect."

Zhu Baishao's heart moved. She remembered that in the original plot, it was Bu Yunmiao who led the team to the Immortal Ascension Conference this time.

As for why you remember it?

That was naturally because they encountered an ambush by demon cultivators on their return. As the original heroine, Bu Yunmiao performed well and was successfully injured, winning many praises and the first kiss from Lord Jiuyu.

That's right, Bu Yunmiao and Jiu Yu were pulling back and forth, and it was only then that they had their first kiss.

But this had nothing to do with Zhu Baishao, and she didn't care.

On the contrary, I thought that I could take this opportunity to see how Zhao Qing was doing, and I could also start with the demon cultivators I met on the return trip to see if I could dig out some information about another son of luck, Demon Lord Yin Wuyue.

After all calculations, this trip would bring no harm to Zhu Baishao, so of course she would go.

"Thank you Sect Master and all the elders for your concern. I will do my best."

The city where the Immortal Ascension Conference is held is far away from Poxue Sect, and it is too difficult to fly there with a sword.

In addition, when you return, you may have to bring some new disciples who have not yet entered the threshold of cultivating immortals, so sword control is not suitable.

As if seeing Zhu Baishao frowning, Zhao Lei waved his sleeves, and a jade-colored boat fell in front of a few people. It grew into the wind and soon turned into a spiritual boat dozens of meters long.

"Uncle Junior, please get on the boat." Zhao Lei waved his sleeves rather coquettishly and made an invitation gesture to Zhu Baishao.

Mu Po whispered: "Uncle Junior, Junior Brother Zhao Lei has a spirit stone mine at home..."

Zhu Bai Shao suddenly realized that this was the second generation of Xiuxianjie Mine.

……

In the past year and a half, Zhao Qing, an eight or nine-year-old child, spent two-thirds of the time traveling through mountains and rivers before finally reaching Xianyuan City.

This is the only city where immortal cultivators and mortals live together, and it is also a prosperous place where the Immortal Ascension Conference is held.

Zhao Qing was already precocious and knew what was going on early. He traveled across mountains and seas and traveled thousands of miles. Not to mention a completely different person, he was completely different from a year and a half ago.

He knew how to keep his wealth secret. Even though he still had a sum of money from selling medicinal materials, he just found a dilapidated temple outside the city to stay and did not venture into the city.

After observing for a period of time, he went into the city during the day and walked through the streets. With his childlike appearance, which was not easily noticeable, he was able to glean a lot of useful information.

For example, at the beginning of next month, major sects in the world of immortality will send people to recruit disciples, which is when the Immortal Ascension Conference begins.

Zhao Qing also learned from some people’s conversations that cultivating immortality is not something you can just cultivate if you want. It requires bones, spiritual roots, and understanding...

He wasn't sure he had.

Outside the ruined temple was a pine tree, and the frosty white moonlight of a bright moon fell through the branches and leaves. Zhao Qing was lying on a shabby little bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He simply got up, stood under the broken window lattice, bathed in the moonlight, and strode into a horse stance.

Zhao Qing's figure has obviously grown taller, but he is a bit unkempt and disheveled. At first glance, he looks like a beggar on the street.

Looking at the bright moonlight outside, he suddenly remembered the first immortal cultivator he had come into contact with.

Such a stunning sword.

At that time, he thought it was the norm for an immortal cultivator. However, after meeting more immortal cultivators in Xianyuan City, he realized that not all immortal cultivators can fly with swords, and not all immortal cultivators are beautiful and kind-hearted.

Among the immortal cultivators, there are many secret assassins who kill people and seize treasures. There are also many vicious-hearted ones, who are equally filthy.

Zhao Qing breathed out and saw that his hands were still full of cracks. After thinking about it, he went to the shabby bed and dug out the exquisite jade box.

Half of the emerald green ointment inside has disappeared.

If he had sold this ointment or given it as a gift, he might have joined a Jianghu sect related to the Immortal Cultivation Sect.

But he didn't.

Zhao Qing opened the jade box under the moonlight. The emerald green ointment was originally made of elixir, and there was a faint brilliance flowing around it. When it was illuminated by the moonlight, it glowed even more faintly.

He carefully picked up a little ointment and applied it to the crack on his finger. The coolness penetrated into it, and the crack began to heal quickly, and the previous scars fell off automatically.

Even if it's not the first time Zhao Qing sees him, he will still be surprised.

"It's such a good baby. It's such a pity that it fell into the hands of a beggar like you."

A scoff sounded outside the window, startling a few birds perched on the pine branches.

Zhao Qing raised his eyes after being startled, and saw a ray of white light coming towards his neck. His hair stood on end instantly, and without thinking, he leaned back and rolled under the bed.

The power of the white light did not diminish, and it directly cut off the statues in the ruined temple.

"what--"

"The response is pretty quick."

The person outside the window finally jumped into the ruined temple.

He was wearing a black robe and looked quite handsome, but there was an evil aura in his eyes and the corners of his mouth, which made people feel very uncomfortable when he looked at him.

Zhao Qing was lying under the bed in a state of embarrassment. He had no idea when this man appeared outside the window of the ruined temple.

If he hadn't made the sound himself, I don't know how long it would take to find him.

I... am so, so weak!