Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The two light balls fought for a long time, but Zhao Qing had the home advantage and was extremely cunning. He soon made the black light ball on the opposite side unable to hold on, and he began to flee quickly.

By now, Zhao Qing had vaguely guessed the identity of the black light ball.

The evil cultivator had tortured him in every way before, so how could he let him go? He chased after him and bit him desperately.

Seeing that Zhao Qing's light ball was getting brighter and brighter, the black light ball knew it was no match for its opponent and began to automatically abandon part of its body in exchange for a chance to escape.

Zhao Qing, however, had a clear goal. He didn't even look at the black fragments and just chased after the main body and bit it.

He understood that if he let the evil cultivator escape, he would be no match for him and would surely die.

They chased and bit each other, and finally the remaining rice-grain-sized body of the black light ball was caught up by Zhao Qing, torn into pieces, and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Zhao Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, but after this battle, he was very tired and felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.

But suddenly a strong wind gathered from the outside world, and a sword came down like a thunderbolt, completely cutting off the top of the cave. The bright moonlight, unaware of the danger in the cave, poured down.

The sudden sword energy brought a bone-chilling chill, waking up the drowsy Zhao Qing.

His eyelashes trembled and he tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he could not move at all. His head and every part of his body felt sore, heavy and weak.

However, the biting frosty air still rushed straight into the cave. The night sky suddenly changed, and a beam of sword light, brighter than the moonlight, rushed towards Zhao Qing.

The evil cultivator in black robe who was also sitting cross-legged was directly frozen by the sword energy.

Zhao Qing tried hard to open his eyes a little, and under the blinding white light and cold air in the sky, he saw a young girl flying towards him with a sword in her hand, her long black hair floating behind her. At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and her beauty was radiant.

Fairy sister...

He couldn't tell for a moment whether what he saw was an illusion or reality.

Zhu Baishao breathed a sigh of relief after finding that Zhao Qing was still breathing.

She was enjoying the scenery on the jade boat when the system suddenly warned her that Zhao Qing was in danger.

Zhu Baishao didn't care much at first, because in the original plot, Zhao Qing had experienced many life and death trials from the mortal world to the immortal world. If she had to rescue him every time, would Zhao Qing grow up to be extremely cowardly and incompetent?

Such a son of luck had little appeal to her.

After the system explained it, Zhu Baishao realized that if he and Zhao Qing had not proposed the Ascension Conference, he would not have gone there ten years earlier than the original plot. If it were not for the ointment she gave him, he would not have suffered this disaster.

Zhu Baishao: "..."

Is this the mysterious cause and effect in the world of immortal cultivation?

No matter whether the fruits of the causes you sow are bitter or sweet, you must accept and face them.

So she could only give some instructions to Mu Po beside her, then flew away with the Snow-Breaking Sword, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Only Mu Po was left staring at the bright moon in the night sky in a daze.

Zhao Lei came out with two plates of spiritual fruits and saw her standing alone at the bow of the jade boat. He couldn't help but ask, "Where is Junior Master?"

"Ah?" Mu Po came back to his senses, "I'm leaving first."

She stretched out her hand to take the spiritual fruit, but Zhao Lei dodged it, "Ah, I also wanted Junior Uncle to teach me a few sword techniques..."

A stream of spiritual energy shot out from Mu Ao's hand and rolled back a spiritual fruit. Just as Zhao Lei was about to snatch it back, she immediately took a bite and then pretended to return it to him.

Zhao Lei glanced at it with disdain and also took a spiritual fruit to eat.

Mu Po smiled and said, "You are not a swordsman, why do you need to learn swordsmanship? Are you just pretending?"

Zhao Lei, whose thoughts were seen through, became angry and said, "What do you care? Which direction did Junior Master go? Let's follow him quickly."

……

Zhu Baishao lifted up Zhao Qing's body and put her fingers on his wrist, and found that he was not only lacking in energy and blood, but also a little sluggish in spirit.

Her eyes scanned the black-robed man who was frozen by her sword energy and the few remaining things around him...it turned out to be a possession.

However, it seemed that the outcome had already been decided before she arrived.

Zhao Qing actually fought back and killed him, he is indeed the son of luck.

Zhu Baishao sighed inwardly, but her fingers on his wrist were suddenly held.

"Fairy...sister..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and Zhao Qing's palms were very cold. The body temperatures of the two people seemed to have reached the same level at this moment.

"Fairy sister? ... So it's you. How do you feel?"

Zhu Baishao repeated his words doubtfully, then as if he had just recognized Zhao Qing, he raised his eyebrows and let him sit against the wall of the cave.

Zhao Qing caught a glimpse of realization on her face and felt a little lost for no reason, but soon became happy again because his sister still remembered him.

"I have a headache and feel so tired..."

He had been cut in the tendons of his hands and had his stomach cut open by the evil cultivator before, but he didn't feel wronged and didn't cry. But now he had the urge to pout and cry.

Zhao Qing endured it and forced himself to suppress the sourness in his nose.

"Let me help you. Don't resist..."

Zhu Baishao's expression straightened up, and a slender white finger pointed at his brow. The soft and cool touch felt a bit like clouds.

Soon, a trace of warm spiritual awareness entered his sea of ​​consciousness, like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating his soul bit by bit, making him feel like he was soaking in warm water, and he almost sighed with comfort.

Zhao Qing's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Before his consciousness fell into complete darkness, he only noticed the bright red teardrop mole beneath Zhu Baishao's cold and beautiful eyebrows.

Fairy sister, you are so beautiful.

By the time Zhu Baishao had calmed Zhao Qing's mind, he had already fallen into a deep sleep while sitting back.

She picked up the little boy, who was as tall as her chest, and left the place on the Snow-Breaking Sword.

Behind them, the ice sculpture formed by the black-robed evil cultivator suddenly broke like a mirror, shattering into ice crystals on the ground, and his soul was scattered.

……

The bright moon in the sky disappeared, and the sky fell into the deep blue of dawn. A white silk streak crossed the sky and landed on the moving jade boat.

"Little uncle!"

Zhao Lei was the first to come forward, and then he saw the person in her arms.

He blinked. How come Junior Master Uncle went away and brought someone back?

Zhu Baishao used the Quiet Dust Technique on Zhao Qing to wash away the blood stains on his body, then placed him on his couch. He turned around and asked Zhao Lei and Mu Po who had followed him in, "He was almost possessed by an evil cultivator just now. Do you have any magical instruments or spiritual objects that can fix the soul?"

Mu Po looked surprised. He really didn't understand why the evil cultivator wanted to take over the body of such a mortal boy. Could he be a genius?

Zhao Lei rummaged through his Qiankun bag and took out an ancient lamp. He lit it with his divine consciousness and said, "This is the Soul-Fixing Lamp. My mother gave it to me to cultivate my divine consciousness. It can also stabilize and solidify the soul."

He is indeed the second generation of miners, he has such treasures.

"I owe you a favor..."

Before Zhu Baishao finished speaking, Zhao Lei said hurriedly: "This is what I should do, it's okay..."

Seeing that his face was red and he was too embarrassed to speak, Mu Po spoke for him, "He wants you, Junior Master, to teach him two cool sword techniques!"

Zhu Baishao burst out laughing, and then agreed.