The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Ling Yun was unable to practice and became more and more irritable in the space. She rushed out with her sword in hand.

"We're gone now." Lingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

It was raining lightly outside, the traffic on the road was heavy, and various sounds were intertwined together, making Ling Yun even more irritable.

Ling Yun stood on the street, her consciousness looking across several roads at the red light, where a bus was parked.

Ling Yun sneered, his figure disappeared into the darkness, and appeared at the bus stop in front of the car in the blink of an eye.

It took a long time for the bus to stop at the platform. The bus was very empty. There were a few people inside. Ling Yun swiped his card and walked to the last row, sat down and closed his eyes in concentration.

The child held by the young woman in front suddenly turned around and grinned at Ling Yun. It had not yet grown teeth and said "Hey". Ling Yun looked at his cute appearance and wanted to reach out and touch it.

"I'm sorry, the child is still too young." The man sitting next to him teased the child with a toy, and the child's attention was quickly attracted.

The young woman started to laugh while holding the child. The child soon started to giggle, and the family of three enjoyed themselves happily.

It's a pity that this woman's eyes are full of malice.

The bus swayed for a long time, and people on the bus got on and off several times. When it finally arrived at the terminal, there were only Ling Yun and the family of three in front of her.

The light rain stopped outside. The two of them hurriedly got out of the car with their children in their arms. Ling Yun followed the two of them into the nearby community and stopped downstairs.

In the room upstairs, the man was leaning on the sofa and teasing the child. When he answered the phone, he looked cheerful and said, "Hey, the child is fine. He's not making any fuss."

The woman went to the kitchen and worked for a while, then came over with a glass of water, took it from the child and teased, "Honey, drink some water."

The man hung up the phone, took a sip of water, "Thank you, wife." Then he leaned on the sofa and watched the woman playing with the child, his eyelids became heavy, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Husband?" The woman shouted several times, and the answer was the man's grunt.

The woman's expression instantly turned sinister. She held the child in her arms, sneered, walked quickly to the balcony, and threw the child directly.

Ling Yun had been waiting downstairs for a long time, looking at the child who was left behind, but she didn't take any action. She always kept an eye on her behind.

Soon, a pink figure flew out from behind Ling Yun. The figure was like a ghost. With a simple jump, it flew dozens of meters high and steadily caught the falling child.

The woman upstairs saw the child being rescued and shouted, "Damn it!" She picked up the flower pots on the balcony and threw them all down.

Ning Wan was holding the child and had no time to dodge. She couldn't help but close her eyes and protect the child tightly with her body.

The pain did not come. The sword energy was flowing freely above her, and all the flower pots were reduced to nothing, leaving not even dust behind.

Ling Yun observed the woman in front of him. He was another physical practitioner. She picked up the ingredients scattered on the floor and brought them to Ning Wan.

"Hey." The child grinned at Ling Yun again, and Ling Yun finally touched his pink and tender face, which was soft.

Ning Wan did not take the ingredients. She pushed the child into Ling Yun's arms and rushed forward angrily with a pan. Sword Master Ling Yun froze, how should he hold him?

The child in her arms was soft, tender, white and small. Ling Yun carefully patted his back, and the child's chubby little hands actually imitated Ling Yun's pattern and patted her face.

Ling Yun felt a little unhappy after his face was touched, and stared at him fiercely, "How can you touch my face?"

The child kept giggling and patted Ling Yun's face again.

"Child, don't touch my face!" Ling Yun hugged his little body and had no choice but to threaten him.

The older one and the younger one stood there and made noise for a long time. Finally, the child put his arms around Ling Yun's neck and fell asleep on her shoulder.

"It's quite hot for such a small one." Ling Yun felt his warmth and felt a little softer in her heart. The aura mask blocked the cold air outside.

She looked up at the balcony and listened to the noise coming from above. What kind of person could be so cruel?

The siren of the police car sounded from far away, and it soon stopped on the side of the road. A woman got out with the police car.

The woman got out of the car and rushed straight towards Ling Yun. Ling Yun felt the blood between her and the child, and handed the child over to her with confidence.

The woman's eyes were red, she kissed the child's little face, her voice was a little choked, "Thank you."

Not long after, a man and a woman upstairs were brought down. The man looked at the woman holding the child, his face full of guilt and regret.

Ning Wan and Ling Yun were also taken into the police car together. They were witnesses.

"My name is Ning Wan. Thank you for the flowerpot just now." Ning Wan winked at Ling Yun.

Then he came close to her and whispered: "There are no fragments of flower pots on the ground. Have you thought about what to say for a while?"

Ling Yun really didn't know what to say, but there was no need for her to worry. When she arrived at the police station, no one asked about the flowerpot, and everything went smoothly.

The only thing that didn't go well was that Ning Wan pulled Ling Yun and insisted on inviting her to her home for dinner. Ling Yun happened to have the opportunity to get in touch with the physical training in the mortal world, so he agreed.

"Hey, wife, what! I'll be here right away!" In the car, A Biao was shocked when he received a call from his wife. She was actually at the police station!

Shen Yi watched A Biao suddenly turn around and couldn't help but ask: "A Biao, what's wrong?"

"My wife is at the police station!" A Biao's first reaction was that his wife had been bullied, and he took the Shen brothers in his car directly to the police station.

"What happened?" Shen Sui frowned and put down the work he was busy with.

"I didn't say anything. Sit tight, you two." A Biao stepped on the accelerator and rushed straight to the police station. Shen Yi couldn't help shouting, "Slow down! Don't speed!"

In front of the police station, A Biao's car was parked on the side of the road. In the car, Shen Yi's face was pale and his stomach was churning violently.

"Who told you to sleep so late last night and not have breakfast?" Shen Sui looked at him and gloated.

"Brother, please stop talking." Shen Yi couldn't bear it anymore. He covered his mouth and hurriedly ran out of the car, opened his mouth and vomited on the side of the road.

"Mr. Shen, is Second Young Master okay?" A Biao scratched his head and blamed himself. He had driven too fast just now and had to brake too much.

"It's okay, he'll remember it after he vomited it a few times." Shen Sui started to work on the things he was doing again.

When Ning Wan came out of the police station, she didn't see Shen Yi on the side of the road and got directly into A Biao's car. Ling Yun next to her paused for a moment and got into the car too.

She likes to commit suicide in various ways, and she doesn't want to care about it anymore.

"Ling Yun?" Shen Sui was obviously a little surprised.

Ling Yun nodded towards him as a greeting.

"Honey, are you okay?" A Biao held Ning Wan's hand and sounded concerned.

"It's okay. That heartless stepmother threw such a young child downstairs. Fortunately, I caught her..." As Ning Wan chattered, A Biao stepped on the accelerator and drove away.