In the third year, Bai Qinghe passed away.
The first reason was because Bai Qinghe had entered the First Rank Realm and had suffered from Qi deviation.
Secondly, after Lan Tiejiang became the sect master, he had made things difficult for the father and daughter. He had even secretly forced Bai Qinghe to hand over the remaining Yuan Chong Pill.
However, Bai Qinghe would rather die than hand it over. Instead, he crushed the last Vitality Charging Pill in his hand.
However, this also angered Lan Tiejiang. After mocking him wantonly, he left.
This made Bai Qinghe furious. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his old injuries were triggered again. He passed away in less than a month.
Someone might ask.
Why didn't Lan Tiejiang kill Bai Zhirou and her daughter?
The reason was simple.
Lan Tiejiang was also a sly old fox. He had already become the Sect Leader. If he really killed the father and daughter, then he would look bad at the table. How would the entire Iron Sword Sect view him?
Bai Qinghe's death was a huge blow to Bai Zhirou.
However, she quickly pulled herself together and continued to cultivate hard. By the fifth year, her cultivation had already reached the peak of second-rate, enough to be on par with Lan Tiejiang.
However, it was also because of these five years of tempering.
It caused Bai Zhirou to gradually turn from an innocent young lady to an extremely cold person.
It was her first time killing someone, and she was expressionless.
It was not until she arrived at the herb garden and saw Ning Chuan that she started to vomit and sob in front of Ning Chuan.
But ever since then.
Bai Zhirou never cried again.
The more people she killed, the colder her aura became.
Five years passed.
Bai Zhirou had gained a firm foothold in the Iron Sword Sect with her own methods and cultivation, and the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were in awe of her.
Even the few senior brothers who had teased him back then knelt down and begged him to admit their mistakes.
Moreover…
In the past five years, Bai Zhirou had won the hearts of the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect step by step. Regardless of her cultivation base or power, she could completely compete with the Blue Iron River Division.
However, every time Bai Zhirou killed someone, she would come to the herbal garden.
Because only by resting at Ning Chuan's place would she not wake up from the nightmare.
Only with Ning Chuan could Bai Zhirou find some of her innocent and beautiful memories.
……
It was late at night and Lonemoon hung high in the sky.
Bai Zhirou had already entered a deep sleep.
Ning Chuan stood in front of the window.
The fire in the fireplace at the side made his shadow very long.
He placed his hands behind his back and looked at Lonemoon outside the window. His eyes were calm and deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Ten years!
After this winter, Ning Chuan had been in the Iron Sword Sect for ten years.
You could say that.
Bai Zhirou had grown from a young girl to the person she was today. Ning Chuan had watched her walk all the way here.
Humans were called humans because they had emotions and desires.
Although Ning Chuan could live forever, he was still alone.
If it was a human, he would not be able to escape from the seven emotions and six desires.
Although Ning Chuan believed in the law of the Tao, he also had his own emotions and desires.
Ten years!
He could naturally feel how well Bai Zhirou had treated him in the past ten years.
If Ning Chuan said that he had no feelings for Bai Zhirou, even he himself wouldn't believe it.
Of course.
Ning Chuan's feelings were not between a man and a woman, but just between friends.
Seven days later.
Bai Zhirou would make things difficult for Lan Tiejiang.
Although her cultivation could already be on par with Lan Tiejiang, Lan Tiejiang was an old fox. Would Bai Zhirou be able to defeat him?
Ning Chuan was thinking about whether he should secretly help him.
Obviously.
In Ning Chuan's eyes, a mere Lan Tiejiang was nothing more than a clay chicken and a pottery dog.
Let alone the so-called sword drawing technique.
Just a flick of his finger could take Lan Tiejiang's life.
This was the difference between a first-rate expert and a second-rate expert.
However, Ning Chuan felt conflicted and didn't want to expose himself.
Although he had secretly attacked, no one could discover him.
However, Ning Chuan remembered that if he could not make a move, he would not make a move. The only way to survive was to live well.
However, seeing Bai Zhirou die in Lan Tiejiang's hands was not the result he wanted to see.
Ning Chuan was a little upset.
After a long time.
Only then did he calm down.
He looked away from Lonemoon in the sky and turned back to look at Bai Zhirou on the bed. He had already made a decision.
……
The next day.
The sky was just beginning to brighten.
Bai Zhirou had already sat up on the bed.
Ning Chuan fell asleep on the table.
The firewood in the stove had already burned out, and the room was a little cold.
Bai Zhirou's beautiful eyes softened when she felt the jacket covering her.
She gently got off the ground, picked up the jacket on her body, and gently covered Ning Chuan's body. The way she looked at Ning Chuan gradually became a little complicated.
"Junior Brother Ning, although you look very ordinary and don't like to practice martial arts, if it weren't for your care all these years, I'm afraid I really wouldn't have been able to persevere.”
"Actually, do you know that I like you?”
"Although you are not the person I fantasized about when I was young, and you are not a peerless hero who looks down on the martial arts world, I really found that I like you.”
"If my father hadn't died, I believe that I would have given up on fighting for the position of sect master and brought you and my father into seclusion in the mountains. From then on, I would have been able to take care of my husband and raise my children, and I would have lived a peaceful life.”
" Unfortunately…I can't…I must kill Lan Tiejiang and take back the position of Sect Leader for my father. I must strengthen the Iron Sword Sect again. Only in this way can I comfort my father's soul in heaven.”
Bai Zhirou looked at Ning Chuan, who was sleeping soundly on the table. The sound of mosquitoes and flies came from her mouth, and a trace of tears gradually rose in her beautiful eyes.
After a long time!
Bai Zhirou looked at Ning Chuan quietly for a long time.
It was as if she wanted to remember Ning Chuan forever.
Finally!
The gentleness on her face gradually disappeared, and her expression turned cold again. She picked up the sword on the table, pushed open the door, and left.
…….
Wuuu!
The wind started to blow.
It was the sound of the autumn wind whimpering through the crack of the door.
Ning Chuan slowly opened his eyes. A helpless look flashed across his calm eyes.
Actually…
Ning Chuan did not fall asleep from the beginning to the end.
Although Bai Zhirou's voice was soft, as a first-rate expert, he naturally heard everything.
Ning Chuan didn't expect it either.
Bai Zhirou actually had feelings for him.
But for Ning Chuan, Bai Zhi's tenderness was just a burden.
He would never accept Bai Zhirou.
The reason was simple.
Bai Zhirou was just a mortal.
He, on the other hand, was immortal and had an endless lifespan.
After a few decades, Bai Zhirou would turn into a pink skeleton and be buried in the tomb.
The so-called love was just an illusion.
The so-called beauty was just a skeleton.
Ning Chuan understood this very well.
On this long road of immortality, the only one who could accompany him was himself!
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