Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The third day after leaving Lanju City.

Danyangze, the puppet sect.

Behind the mountain bamboo house, the wind is clear and the snow is clear, Ning Wuzhi and Nan Rongqi put their sleeves on, staring at the beautiful "little trouble" brought back by Xiao Yihe all the way.

Nan Rongqi turned around and said, "When was it born?"

Ning Wuzhi also waved his fan and echoed: "It's not small."

Xiao Yihe smiled and kicked them: "Wuzhi, why don't you follow suit!"

It was meal time, he picked up a spiritual fruit on the table and handed it to Xiao Fugui, the child gnawed on it without picking it too much.

Ning Wuzhi bowed slightly, and said softly: "Little guy, who are you?"

The child didn't speak much along the way, but his mouth was full of amazing words. At this moment, he was chewing the fresh and sweet spiritual fruit, chanting the only word he had learned solemnly, to show his identity: "I... Ding furnace."

Ning Wuzhi: "..."

Nan Rongqi said in horror: "Xiao Yihe, you are so insane, how big is this? You can do it too?"

Xiao Yihe hurriedly covered the child's mouth, thinking to himself how could he still remember this after several days.

"No, don't listen to his nonsense! I rescued him from Lanju City, and this child is destined to be with me. I'm ashamed to say that I owe him two promises, and the karma is settled." Xiao Yihe was busy pouring tea into his mouth, "His family is full of rich and heartless bastards, and there is also a fish that slipped through the net to stimulate the blood. If I want to use this child to refine human gu, I have already killed him."

"But the child is poisoned." He tapped his head with his index finger. "There is something wrong here. Sometimes he is sober and sometimes confused. It will take a while... But I'm afraid it will affect his xinxing in the future."

For example, at this moment, if the Gu poison has not occurred, it is considered sober.

Ning Wuzhi didn't care about cause and effect, he frowned and asked, "You just give him this?"

Although in reality, apart from spirit fruits and candies, Xiao Yihe cut his fingers and fed him blood more often—he has warned the children not to eat blood these days with a gloomy face, but he couldn't bear to watch him after nightfall, Tossing and turning in pain because of Yin Qi disturbing the heart.

This pretty little face looks good with a smile on it!As long as he can make him smile, he wants to eat moonlight and star dew, Xiao Yihe can step on the clouds and cut a section for him.

Moreover, the Sword God Mountain mind method has the power of pure spirit and purity, and occasionally sucking a few mouthfuls of blood from Xiao Yihe's fingers is beneficial to suppress the poison in his body that has not been completely removed.

Of course, he was determined not to say these words to Ning Wuzhi, otherwise, with Senior Brother Ning's unreasonable personality, if he listened to him feeding people blood, he would definitely be able to scold him for three days and three nights without repeating it.

Xiao Yihe kept silent and covered up his fingers that were bitten and crisscrossed, and said: "Otherwise? I still have candy!"

Ning Wuzhi disapproved: "Eating too much sugar will damage your teeth."

Nan Rongqi pondered: "Do you want to drink milk? Don't children have to drink milk?"

Xiao Yihe: "What milk?"

The three of them glanced at each other's chests, with some difficulty.

Nan Rongqi coughed twice, and said again: "It's so big, it shouldn't need to drink milk."

Ning Wuzhi nodded: "Yes."

Everyone: "..."

The three teenagers standing on the cusp of the Taoist sect were just at the time when they were in high spirits, but at this moment they were actually worried because of a seven-year-old child.It wasn't until Xiao Yihe cooked him a bowl of rotten dumplings with loose core and loose skin, and Xiao Fugui didn't care about eating them, that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Nan Rongqi proudly said: "It's just raising children, that's all!"

Xiao Yihe secretly took a bite of the dumpling he cooked, it tasted sticky, his precious tongue wailed immediately, and managed to swallow this lump of unknown stuff into his belly, fortunately the child could eat it.

In the end, Ning Wuzhi asked a more pointed question: "What's his name?"

Xiao Yihe: "..."

Nan Rongqi pricked up his ears, but didn't listen: "You didn't eat? Speak up!"

Xiao Yihe gritted his teeth: "...Xue Fugui."

Nan Rongqi laughed and turned over immediately, even Ning Wuzhi, who was always gentle and elegant, couldn't help but cover his mouth with a folding fan.

After a while, Ning Wuzhi stopped laughing and asked: "Seriously, Fu... what about this child? I can't keep it."

Nan Rongqi also said: "Don't look at me, I'll bring a child back, Ye Qiao will definitely break my leg!"

Ye Qiao is the fiancée of Nan Rongqi's childhood sweetheart, the two of them are in the same family, and I'm afraid they will be married in a few years, it's really not appropriate.

Xiao Yihe rolled their eyes: "Listen, listen, did I say I would give it to you?"

Ning Wuzhi frowned and said, "...you don't want to take him back to Sword God Mountain?"

Nan Rongqi also seemed to have heard something extremely outrageous, and shouted: "Master Xiao, you are already rebellious enough to be born in Jianshen Mountain. You can bring a younger one back to break the rules. Don't say that your master is the same as you." If you don’t agree, let’s talk about those old men, it’s time to write your essay again!”

"I work in Jianshenshan, when do I need Taoism to intervene? They love to write sour articles, let them write!" Xiao Yihe took out another piece of crispy candy from his sleeve and stuffed it into Xiao Fugui's hand.

"Besides, Master often sighs and thinks that I don't specialize in Taoism. I don't like to practice Taoism, and I have been like this all my life, but this child is one in a million, has a good heart, and is quiet and can endure loneliness. In line with the wishes of the master! I am reluctant to put this kind of good seedlings in other sects!"

Nan Rongqi looked at Ning Wuzhi in the back with a strange expression, and said sourly to Ning Wuzhi: "'I don't like cultivating Taoism, that's all I do', tsk tsk! People compare themselves to others, and you are so angry! Wuzhi, listen to what he said Is it human?"

Ning Wuzhi smiled and shook his head: "Indeed. With Yihe's talent, there is no other Taoist."

Nan Rongqi yelled at him, then turned to Ning Wuzhi and said mysteriously, "Have you ever heard that why Jianshenshan only accepts one disciple from generation to generation?"

Ning Wuzhi shook his head in bewilderment: "Why?"

Xiao Yihe took the words and said with a sneer: "He must be talking about the curse in the legend of Sword God Mountain again! You don't bother to tell it every year."

"You dare to accept Junior Brother, what am I afraid to say." Nan Rongqi sarcastically said, he raised his hand to let Ning Wuzhi listen to him, and muttered for a while.

Ning Wuzhi was taken aback when he heard this, and there were sorrowful clouds between his brows: "Brothers are killing each other?! This... Yihe?"

Xiao Yihe raised his hand and threw a book over, hitting Nan Rongqi on the head: "You can't scare anything! Thanks to his stupidity, he will believe whatever you say!"

Ning Wuzhi knew he had been deceived, and said angrily, "Ah Qi!"

He waved the jade-bone fan, and the black clothes fluttered in the wind. The snow fell outside the window and instantly condensed into a "puppet snowman" half the height of a person.

Nan Rongqi cried out for help.

Xiao Yihe didn't care about the fight between the two of them, walked to Ning Wuzhi's bookcase, continued to look through his collection of books, thinking about changing Xiao Fugui's name to something serious.Otherwise, when he grows up and becomes a leader in Taoism, when people ask him his name when they get into a fight, he will say loudly, "I am a rich and honorable real person".

Xiao Yihe: "Pfft..."

Seeing that he had gone too far, Xiao Fugui also jumped off the wicker chair and followed him step by step.

Xiao Yihe threw down a book, and he bent down to pick it up.

Before he was taken away by Cuixuemen, he was not very literate, because he had been raised in a deserted courtyard, and the family never cared about him, and only had a stutter to catch his breath, let alone find Master Kaimeng for him.

Not to mention the complicated and profound articles in the scriptures, he couldn't read any of them, and he couldn't even write his own name.

Xiao Yihe pondered for a long time, but he didn't know what a good name was. He was afraid that choosing a bad name would delay his life.

Just as he was depressed, he looked down and saw Xiao Fugui holding an introductory copy of "Tao Fa Hui Yuan", reading it very seriously.

——Although he held the book upside down.

Xiao Yihe leaned over to take a look, and just turned to a sentence: "The Taoist is the ultimate truth; the Dharma is the subtlety of the change. The Tao is based on the law to help people, and the human is based on the law to understand the Tao, and the changes are endless."

His eyes lit up: "It's called 'Xuanwei', how about it?"

In short, Xiao Fugui didn't understand what it meant, but he read the word "Xuanwei" from his mouth, gently raised it, and seemed to be able to read a smile.

Holding the book in his hand, he nodded vigorously.

Nan Rongqi objected: "Da Dao Xuanwei, which has existed since ancient times... This name is too big! It's inappropriate!"

Xiao Yihe snorted: "I think it's right, the greater the name, the greater the way in the future. Our little Xuanwei will walk the way of heaven in the future!"

He hugged Xiao Xuanwei and put it on his lap, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "Is it?"

Xiao Xuanwei didn't like to talk, so he still nodded, but the corners of his mouth, which had been pursed all the time, revealed a small arc.

He used to think that if he brought the child up to Sword God Mountain and led him into Taoism, he would be able to clear the cause and effect.

But now that he has died once, and when he wakes up again, he still bumps into Xue Xuanwei's hand, what kind of sinful cause is this?

Xiao Yihe was thinking wildly, suddenly his shoulders were heavy, and his canine teeth were biting gently.

Rather than pain, it was more of a slight itch through the clothes. He was so tickled that he laughed, turned around, turned around, and bumped into a pair of eyes that were eager to wake up.

Although his shoulders and waist were strangled by him, Xiao Yihe's mood was turbulent, and Xiao Yihe couldn't help but look at him for a while longer.

In a daze, Xue Xuanwei's eyes were about to open, and it was too late to hide, so he had to immediately close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

——Anyway, as long as I have a thick skin, the embarrassing ones are others.

Xue Xuanwei felt soft and warm in his arms, and even the inexplicable emptiness in his body was filled, and his spiritual consciousness slowly returned to his body. He lowered his eyes and saw that he was hugging someone in his arms. Who is the person, his expression froze immediately.

The two hugged each other to sleep, their necks breathed entangled, and half of the room was hot flashes covered by a thin and soft blanket.

He didn't remember very clearly what happened when he fell ill, but at this moment, he saw each other's messy Taoist robes, the upside-down pillow quilt, and the hair on the young man's shoulders and neck sticking wetly, patches of bruises on his wrists and forearms... …

Even if all these can be faked, the red seal around his shoulder can never be fake.

His brows furrowed slowly, and then widened.

If so, he would rather be sick for a while.

Xue Xuanwei buried himself in the hollow of his shoulder, frowned and muttered a few times, and did not get up for a long time.But Xiao Yihe couldn't get up when he thought about it. His hands and feet were numb, partly because of the exhaustion of energy, and partly because... being numb by Xue Xuanwei's heavy body.

Both of them are obviously awake, but they still maintain this ambiguous posture, and neither of them moves. If Xiao Yihe opened his mouth first and said "Sect Master Xue, you are overwhelming me", the atmosphere would seem to be even more weird.

It was as if the two of them had really done something invisible.

Xiao Yihe was sweating, a little sticky and irritable.

But because he used the forbidden technique in exchange for spiritual power to heat his body and warm Xue Xuanwei's cold hands and feet, he wasted a lot at this time, he pulled away suddenly but failed, lost his center of gravity, and fell back to Xue Xuanwei's chest. Weary.

The warm temperature returned to Xue Xuanwei's body, Xiao Yihe had a chest in front of him, as if he could still feel his well-proportioned and powerful bones and muscles.Suddenly, for no reason, some trivial fragments flashed in his mind, as if to burn his consciousness.

It seems to have captured some fragmentary things, some out-of-the-box, red-faced pictures-a small couch, a messy quilt, two intertwined figures, and the atmosphere is hot.

He held a wrist with bulging veins, and a strand of broken hair was tied to his finger, forming an untie shape.

Xiao Yihe's heart trembled, his chest rose and fell slightly, he subconsciously looked at his fingers, and then at the slender and powerful hand around his waist.But before he caught a strand, he was dragged back to reality by two cautious knocks on the door by "Tuk Tuk".

He tentatively called outside the door: "Junior Brother Song, how is the suzerain... Junior Brother Song?"

"..." Xiao Yihe came back to his senses and breathed out calmly.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the spiritual power flowing from Xue Xuanwei's skin was like a thin smoke, passing over his body, it was like a big soft and boneless hand gently soothing, so comfortable that people didn't bother to open their mouths. He speaks slowly.

"...Well." He responded, "He's fine."

The gentle air flow swept over his ears, carrying the faint smell of sweet-scented osmanthus slices, Xue Xuanwei finally half-opened his eyes, staring at the new-born red mole on his earlobe, and suddenly moved.

The world was turned upside down, Xiao Yihe looked at Xue Xuanwei leaning over his head, and suddenly felt a little dazed.He raised his hand, and was about to touch the pair of slender eyelashes, when he heard his breathing change suddenly.

He woke up with a start, realizing what he had almost done just now.

Just thinking wildly, at some point, Xue Xuanwei put his palm on his heart, looked down at him, his eyes darkened: "Since you swear to death that you don't want to practice dual cultivation, then if you don't want to die sooner, get out the next time I get sick." Further."

His mouth was ruthless, but under his hands, he soaked the spirit essence that was on the verge of drying up with strong spiritual power.

Xiao Yihe asked: "What disease do you have?"

"It's nothing." Xue Xuanwei said, his fingertips rested on Xiao Yihe's shoulders, where there were light red marks bitten by him when his consciousness was in a mess, which made people unable to look away, "It has nothing to do with you."

Xue Xuan slightly propped up his upper body, stepped over him and wanted to leave the bed, Xiao Yihe pressed down a belt he had left on his hand: "Can I untie it?"

"How can it be solved?" Xue Xuanwei straightened his Taoist robe expressionlessly, tied Cun Xin Bu Mei around his waist, and picked up the outer shirt scattered on the ground and threw it to him, "If I get sick again, you can make it up for me in this way according to the law. disease?"

Xiao Yihe: "..."

If sleeping in the arms can also be called "elimination of disease".

Xue Xuanwei landed on the couch with his left foot, and was about to get up, but was restrained by a force from his waist. Looking back, he saw that the other end of the belt was being held by someone, and that person looked dull and was in a daze.

Xue Xuanwei said: "Reluctant to let me go? Do you want to double cultivate with me?"

Xiao Yihe let go of his hand abruptly, his expression froze: "There is absolutely no such thing!"

Xue Xuanwei glanced from his soft white collar to his tight pair of trouser legs, and then to his soft satin socks... Then he smiled.

Xiao Yihe inexplicably felt that this smile was a bit malicious.