After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Ning Buwei wasn't surprised when he woke up and found himself thrown into the Floating Realm.

But what surprised him was that he was thrown into the deepest part of the Floating Realm, which was thousands of miles away from the entrance. Even if he used the teleportation array non-stop, he would be able to change the season when he went out to Licheng.

When he came out of the Floating Realm, Licheng had already changed from spring to autumn.

Ning Buwei stood at the gate of Shijifang, the yellow leaves withered and blown up into the sky by the wind, the omen was as bad as it could be.

The owner of Shijifang is surnamed Jiang, and he is a simple-faced and honest man. When he saw him blocking the door of his own winery with a stinky face, he said nicely, "What's the matter with this fairy?"

Ning Buwei cleared his throat, tried to make himself look a little more kind, and asked him: "The past few months... has anything happened in Licheng?"

Master Jiang groaned: "To tell you the truth, Licheng has been really not peaceful during this time. First, there was an accident in the marriage between the Yan family and the Yan family in the city. The Yan family was massacred. The second son of the Yan family, Yan Liuguang The murderer went bad together, and the Yan family mobilized manpower to search for the murderer in the city—"

Ning Buwei interrupted him, "Did you find it?"

"Found it!" Jiang Fangzhu said: "It took a few months to find it. I heard that the murderer was Yan Jinzhou, the original eldest daughter of the Yan family. People happened to be blocking people at the Tongtian Pagoda, and Yan Jinzhou was seriously injured by something in the mortal world, and now he is still trapped in the formation waiting to die—hey, Immortal Chief!"

Ning Buwei went straight to the giant tower for Yujian, and felt the coercion of countless formations before he got close, and the countless Yan family members surrounded the tower tightly, and all the spiritual power attacks They all pointed at Yan Jinzhou who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation.

Yan Jinzhou was covered in wounds, and a puddle of blood had gathered under his body. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his battle.

"Master!" Ning Buwei let out an angry roar, and the Suzaku Saber flew out, and the mighty ancient divine soldiers directly set up another formation on top of the formations, echoing the formation he had originally arranged in the tower to track Yan Jinzhou , while everyone's attention was shifted to him, he brought Yan Jinzhou out of the formation.

The members of the Yan family chased after him, and Ning Buwei ran fast with Yan Jinzhou on his shoulders, throwing the talisman seals like money, and unknowingly ran to a large wine cellar on the outskirts of Licheng.

Yan Jinzhou leaned against the wall and grinned at him, "You brat, you're really capable..."

"Shut up." Ning Buwei said coldly.

Yan Jinzhou shut up decisively.

Ning Buwei looked at the blood hole on her body and kept feeding her pills and sticking hemostatic charms, but the blood continued to flow more and more fiercely.

"Don't bother, it's useless." Yan Jinzhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said with a smile, "My meridians are all broken, and the spiritual roots of my dantian have also been dug away. I can't survive."

Ning Buwei shivered, his eyes couldn't see the wound on Yan Jinzhou's body clearly, and the hemostatic talisman in his hand couldn't fall down for a long time.

"Hey, don't cry," Yan Jinzhou reached out and touched the corner of his eyes, but his face was covered with blood, "You're already such an adult."

"I didn't cry." Ning Buwei gritted his teeth and said, "Who did it?"

Yan Jinzhou smiled and said, "Of course the Yan family is looking for revenge."

"Tell the truth!" Ning Buwei yelled at her almost collapsed, "You, a Hinayana cultivator, could have your spiritual roots dug out by those bastards!? Who the hell are you? What are you looking for all the time in the mortal world? Are you here? What about the Channing family!?"

Yan Jinzhou was just silent.

"You still refuse to tell me." Ning Buwei said ruthlessly, "I will find out sooner or later, at worst, my spirit root will be pulled out like you—"

Snapped!

Ning Buwei was slapped over his head, and turned his head to stare at her stubbornly, his eyes were red.

Yan Jinzhou sighed helplessly, and said in a slow tone: "...I'd rather not do it, I'm about to die, don't be mad at me, okay?"

Ning Bu trembled from the voice, "Tell me who it is, and I'll take back your dantian spirit root, and I'll avenge you."

"Revenge with a hammer... You are a little brat, you can't even beat me." Even though he was about to die, Yan Jinzhou still did not forget to laugh at him, "Don't worry about anything, find a place to bury the Suzaku knife in your hand, Let's just live a good life incognito... that's great."

Ning Buwei tensed his jaw, "I must take revenge—"

"Kneel down." Yan Jinzhou turned cold.

Ning Buwei took a look at her, and knelt obediently in front of Yan Jinzhou.

"You swear to the Dao of Heaven that you will never pursue the affairs of the Ning family and me." Yan Jinzhou said word by word: "If you still think that I, Yan Jinzhou, are your master, or get out now."

Ning Buwei knelt on the ground, and it took him a long time to speak: "Ning Buwei...swears to Heaven, that I will never pursue the Ning family's extermination and...master's affairs in this life, otherwise the sky will be struck by lightning, and I will die a bad death."

Yan Jinzhou breathed a sigh of relief, and let Ning Buwei send spiritual power to himself, "Okay, it's enough for me to live for half a day, too much is a waste."

Ning Buwei had exhausted all the pills and talismans on his body, holding an empty Najie, like a cornered beast, "Let's go to the Immortal Medicine Valley, those doctors will definitely save you... No, I'll go find you." Ming Sang, he must have a way..."

Yan Jinzhou nodded in agreement, "Yes, the monk must have a way to save me, even if I can't save me, I want to see him before I die...Ji Tingzong is very close to Licheng, go and bring him here."

Ning Buwei said, "I'll take you there."

Yan Jinzhou scolded him impatiently, "You bastard, I almost hurt my mother to death when you carried me just now, hurry up and find someone, it only takes two hours to go back and forth, if you take me with me in case I die on the road What should I do?"

Ning Buwei was worried, "No, I—"

"If you talk too much, I'll die!" Yan Jinzhou slapped his arm weakly, "Hurry up and get rid of the Yan family's bastards..."

Ning Buwei hesitated for a moment, set up a formation around her, and then turned and left.

"Chengfeng." Yan Jinzhou suddenly called him again.

Ning Buwei hastily turned to look at her.

Yan Jinzhou didn't know when he used a cleansing technique to wash away the blood on his face. He smiled brightly at him, and then waved lazily at him with his arms on his knees.

"Safe journey."

Ning Bu's nose was sour, and he almost rushed to Jitingzong at the fastest speed in his life, but was told that Ming Sang was not in the sect.

Ming Sang's young disciple knew him and Yan Jinzhou, and said, "Master, he went to the Dark Realm two months ago, and Master Yan even came here to see him off—hey!"

Ning Buwei finally realized that he was being tricked by Yan Jinzhou again, and he could always play him around with ease.

When he caught a doctor on the way and went back, there was only Yan Jinzhou's breathless body left in the wine cellar.

She leaned there lazily, with a calculated smile on her face.

The doctor was so frightened that he ran away, and Ning Bu undid the layers of formations protecting her, and a piece of rag floated into his hands.

On the rag was a suicide note written with blood on his fingers:

'My dear apprentice, please find a place to bury me in the Floating Realm, and set up more formations in it, so that no one will disturb my purity.

You don't need to be filial, I get a headache when I see you.

The house of the Yan family is not bad, they moved here to guard my tomb. '

Ning Buwei kowtowed three times to Yan Jinzhou's corpse, and reached out to hug her up.

Yan Jinzhou was out of breath, but his body was still warm. Ning Buwei looked down at her and opened his mouth, "...Master?"

There was a dead silence in the wine cellar, and no one answered.

He finally confirmed that this was not another joke by Yan Jinzhou.

According to Yan Jinzhou's request, she was buried, and Ning Buwei returned to Licheng.

Yan Jinzhou didn't tell him who the culprit was until she died, but it was obvious that she went to the mortal world and was seriously injured, and was besieged by Yan's family in front of the giant tower, and used up the formation to kill the remaining A little vitality, otherwise it wouldn't be able to last for half a day.

For the past 20 years since the Ning family was overthrown, Yan Jinzhou has been teaching him the skills to protect him. Even though this person will disappear from time to time, in his heart he is no different from his biological parents.

Although he vowed not to investigate the affairs of the Ning family and Yan Jinzhou in the mortal world, he did not want to let the Yan family go.

Nobody cares about him now.

So he took the Suzaku knife and entered the door of Yan's house.

Although he has a high level of cultivation, he is still young, and his heart is full of resentment, holding the idea of ​​perishing together, and destroying Yan's family.

Holding the Suzaku knife, he stood alone in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, but his heart was so empty that he couldn't grasp anything.

Yan Jinzhou was quite right, revenge is indeed a very boring thing.

No one would support him after he provoked the Chongzheng League restlessly, no one would impatiently teach him formations and talismans, and no one would chase him every day to beat and scold him for deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors.

He killed all the Yan family, but he no longer has a master.

He was seriously injured, and hid in the wine cellar of Shijifang, drinking jar after jar of pear blossom wine in the cellar. The root of his tongue was so bitter, but he couldn't get drunk no matter how much he drank. He was Yan Jinzhou when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes. The dantian that was hollowed out, next to his ears is the solemn oath he made to the way of heaven word by word.

If you don't check, you won't check, he won't check.

Yan Jinzhou is a free and unrestrained casual cultivator, so he doesn't have to go through life and death for the Ning family. In the final analysis, it is because he would rather not call her master. If he hadn't been wrestling with Yan Jinzhou, Yan Jinzhou would not have been able to go to the Ning family every day for him. things.

Ning Buwei threw the jar away, leaned against the window and vomited it out with a wow, all the meridians in his body were aching, the blood from the wound flowed down his arm to the window sill, and the uncontrollable black mist screamed towards his eyebrows drill.

This was a sign of madness, but he didn't want to move.

"Father?" A small voice sounded from outside the window, followed by a dirty little head.

The drunken Ning Buwei almost smashed his little head with a slap.

A Ling pulled on the window sill and struggled to climb up, but she couldn't get up no matter what, and almost fell down several times.

Ning Buwei frowned, stretched out his hand to lift her up, threw her down, and said in a vicious voice, "Get lost! Don't bother me!"

Ah Ling didn't cry or get annoyed when she was thrown on the ground, she patted the ashes on her clothes and stood up, looking at him with a little fear, "Father, have you been drinking? You never scold me."

Ning Buwei closed the window of the wine cellar with a bang, walked two steps forward, fell to the ground with a black face in front of him, kicked his legs and fell asleep without getting up.

When he woke up, there was a steaming chicken leg in front of him.

A Ling squatted in front of him and said cautiously: "Father, I heard your stomach growling...I didn't eat anything, it wasn't dirty."

Ning Buwei got up from the ground with a splitting headache, the smell of the whole wine cellar made him want to vomit, he stood up unsteadily and walked outside.

"Father!" A-Ling trotted along behind him holding the drumstick.

Ning Bu couldn't walk fast because of her serious injury, and she couldn't get rid of her for a while, so she deliberately picked a difficult road to walk, passed the thorns and high slopes, and finally the small footsteps behind her could not be heard.

Ning Buwei swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, leaned against the tree and let out a foul breath, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know where he should go.

In the past, when Yan Jinzhou was around, he just had to follow Yan Jinzhou. If Yan Jinzhou disappeared, he went to find someone and went to investigate the affairs of the Ning family quietly. But now Yan Jinzhou is buried in the floating realm. nowhere to go.

The sky is getting darker, and the light orange glow in the distance is gradually blending with the cold sky. The howling wind in the mountains and forests keeps whimpering, which is very disturbing.

Ning Buwei didn't know how long he had been asleep, but someone gently tugged at his sleeves and opened his eyes suddenly.

Ah Ling squatted in front of him, still clutching the chicken leg, but it was covered with a lot of grass leaves and mud, and she didn't know how to knock on her forehead. There was a big hole, and the blood had already solidified. Seeing him wake up Lai smiled pleasantly and said, "Father, you are not dead."

Ning Buwei looked at her blankly, "I'm not your father, if you dare to call me father, I will kill you."

A Ling looked at him blankly, "Father is just dad...what's your name if you don't call him dad?"

"I'd rather not do it." He said coldly.

A Ling nodded half understanding, "I'd rather not do it, do you eat chicken legs?"

"Don't eat." Ning Buwei glanced at the chicken leg covered in mud and grass blades with disgust, "Throw it away."

"Don't throw it away." A Ling bit the chicken leg, "I'll eat it."

Ning Buwei sighed tiredly, "Don't follow me."

A Ling asked while eating chicken legs: "Never mind, where are you going?"

Ning Buwei said, "I don't know."

Ah Ling nodded, swallowed the meat in his mouth, "I don't know where I'm going either."

"Go back to Licheng, to your Jiang family." Ning Buwei said, "Don't follow me."

"Didn't you come to take me away?" Ah Ling licked her dirty fingers, looked up at him with her small face, "They don't want me, I've been waiting for you, I'd rather not do it, are you hungry? ?”

Ning Buwei finally realized that it was a very stupid thing for him to seriously reason with a little fool with a broken brain.

"My master is dead." Ning Buwei looked at the dark sky.

A Ling licked the chicken bone, "Is your master dead?"

"Yeah." Ning Buwei gritted his teeth, "Can you stop saying it in such a happy tone?"

A-Ling sighed, "A-Ling's mother is dead, and your master is also dead. I would rather not do it. You are as pitiful as A-Ling."

Ning Buwei sat in a different position, the wound hurting in circles, "I'm not pitiful, I killed my master."

A Ling nodded solemnly, "They also said that I killed my mother, I understand."

Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth, "You know what a fart."

A Ling bit his bones until his bones creaked, "I know a fart."

Ning Buwei sighed, "Don't talk like me."

"Oh." A-Ling imitated him and sat down, "My legs are numb, and I'm still a little cold, I'd rather not, let's go."

Ning Buwei glanced at her, "I don't know where to go."

"Look for your master." A Ling said, "When I don't know where to go, I will go to my mother's grave and sleep with her."

Ning Buwei stood up and walked forward.

A Ling hurriedly followed, "I'd rather not do it, where are you going?"

"Guard the tomb for my master."

"Can I come with you?"

"casual."

Ning Buwei occupied a small room in Yan Jinzhou's tomb, and while laying formations in the tomb, he recuperated.

Ah Ling is quite courageous, and she is not afraid of sleeping in the tomb. Usually she sleeps in bed in the dark, and would rather not drag herself back because of her insanity.

The entire tomb was full of smoky air every day.

Ah Ling tugged at the dusty clothes on her body, and looked up at him, "I'd rather not do it, Ah Ling wants to wear a flowery skirt."

Ning Buwei said with a cold face: "No, I want to wear it and go out and buy it myself."

Ah Ling lowered her head obediently, and said in a soft voice, "The gray skirt is also pretty."

In fact, it was a small robe that Ning Buwei had torn apart from his cassock.

Ning Buwei thought that she was running around in the tomb and got dusty all over her body, so she had to clean her three times a day, but every time she still made herself dusty.

"I'd rather not do it, I caught a little butterfly!" A Ling spread out her hand to show him, but she had crushed the butterfly to death.

A Ling reached out and poked the little butterfly, "What's wrong with it?"

"Dead." Ning Buwei said.

A Ling sighed, "Is it the same as Mother and Master Yan?"

"Ah."

"A-Ling wants a little butterfly that won't die." A-Ling said sadly, "I'd rather not, can you find me one?"

Ning Buwei told her very honestly, "Butterflies are like people, they will die sooner or later."

"I'd rather not do it, will Ah Ling die too?" She looked a little sad.

Ah Ling is not only mentally ill, but also has no spiritual roots. He is a mortal and can only live for a hundred years at most. Although it is cruel, Ning Buwei still nodded, "Yes."

A Ling scratched her head, "Will you be sad when A Ling dies?"

Ning Buwei shook his head.

It's just a little beggar picked up at random, how could he be sad because of her.

A Ling laughed happily, "That's good, if A Ling dies in the future, I would rather not do it and live happily."

Ning Buwei picked her up and drove her outside, "I have a lot of things to think about, go out and bask in the sun."

Then Ah Ling ran out, and halfway through, she turned her head and called him, "I'd rather not do it, if Ah Ling dies, remember to buy me a floral dress!"

Ning Buwei waved his hand impatiently.

The little fool is not only stupid, but also very stubborn, thinking about going out to see butterflies every day, there are dangers everywhere in the floating realm, I would rather not worry about it, so I can only go out to catch butterflies with her.

But the butterfly would die soon after entering the tomb, so Ah Ling sighed sadly, and quietly wiped tears in the quilt.

Ning Buwei carved a small butterfly out of wood for her.

A Ling took it, and after being confused, there was surprise, "Wow, Wood Cloud."

Ning Buwei: "..."

I would rather not believe in evil and persevere in carving.

"flower!"

"drumstick!"

"Roasted sweet potato!"

"........."

When Ning Buwei finally heard the words "Little Butterfly" from her mouth, it was already autumn in the Floating Realm.

He sat and meditated under the sun, and Ah Ling counted their possessions with great interest.

"It's better not to do it, this is our fault."

"It's better not to, this is our No.13 rope, which can be used to hang the quilt."

"I'd rather not do it, we have twenty sweet potatoes!"

"I would rather not..."

Ning Buwei gave her a ring that could be used without spiritual power, so she put all these treasures in it, except for the wooden butterfly who couldn't put it down and refused to put it in.

"I'd rather not, I still miss a lot of little butterflies." A Ling lay on the grass and yawned, "When will you be free to engrave it for me?"

Ning Buwei closed his eyes and dragged the surging black mist back into the Suzaku Saber, and took the time to say: "I'll talk about it later."

"When is the future?" A Ling rolled over to his side and tugged at his sleeve.

Ning Buwei opened his eyes and thought for a moment, "When you are ten years old."

"I'd rather not, will you be happy when I'm ten years old?" A Ling asked again.

Ning Buwei wondered what kind of problem this is, "You may be eighteen."

A Ling nodded, "Then A Ling worked hard to grow up."

So Ah Ling started counting on her fingers again, stumbling every time she counted to eight, and then started counting from the beginning again, never tired of it.

Yan Jinzhou's cultivation method is both good and evil, and sometimes he uses some forbidden techniques for convenience. Basically, a lot of changes have been made, and the evil spirit on my body has become more and more intense.

His cultivation has grown rapidly. Yan Jinzhou was already at the Hinayana stage before his death, but his spiritual root and dantian were still taken out. His brother Ning Xingyuan was also at the Hinayana stage when he died, but they were even vulnerable to each other.

He desperately wants to become stronger, and he can even do whatever it takes to do so.

Floating Realm is a good place to practice, and there are many monsters and monks with no eyes for him to practice.

His cultivation is growing faster and faster, but his mood is becoming more and more unstable. Every time he meditates, he must struggle on the verge of becoming obsessed, but he doesn't care about it.

Until Ah Ling accidentally mentioned one day, "I would rather not do it, your eyes are red, so scary."

Ning Buwei wiped the blood off the handle of the Suzaku knife, and gave her a cold look.

A Ling shivered in fright, ran out of the tomb, and came back after a long time, holding a bunch of medicinal herbs in his hand. Seeing that he was practicing, he put the medicinal herbs in front of him, and whispered: "I would rather not do it, and get sick." I need to take medicine."

Ning Buwei didn't move, the herb was trampled to pieces, and then he threw it out.

A few months later, a group of cultivators from the Chongzheng League fell into his hands.

New and old grudges combined, Ning Buwei decided not to let them go, he locked A Ling in the tomb, and started fighting with the group of monks.

But during this period of time, he was too eager for quick success, and his mood was unstable. Halfway through the fight, he lost his temper, allowing people to take advantage of his loopholes, and was counterattacked by the formation.

In the end, he couldn't tell whether there were people or things around him, and he only knew to kill randomly with the Suzaku knife, and the sharp ghosts crying and howling could be heard next to his ears, which made him extremely irritable.

He didn't know when he dropped the knife, and he didn't have the strength to dodge when someone swung the sword at his neck.

"I'd rather not do it!" A Ling's eager voice came from far to near.

The blurry picture in front of her eyes gradually became clear, and Ah Ling threw herself on him and hugged his neck tightly.

Then he was spattered with blood all over his face.

The warm body of the child convulsed in his arms, and Ning Buwei frantically gave her spiritual power to stop the bleeding, but because of her obsession, she was full of evil spirits, and even the pills and talismans used to save her life were used by him a few moments ago It's over.

"...A Ling?" He hugged the child in his arms, and couldn't tell whether it was him shaking or her shaking.

"Shoulder hurts." A Ling frowned and wanted to turn her head to look at her shoulder, but Ning Buwei blocked it.

"It's okay, I'll find medicine to save you right now." Ning Buwei held her in his arms, and looked for the medicine on the corpses all over the floor, "Persist."

A Ling sobbed softly, "I'd rather not do it, my shoulder hurts... Is my shoulder broken?"

Ning Buwei glanced at it, and said sullenly, "No, it's not broken."

Ah Ling sniffed reassuringly, "Isn't it... ugly? Ah Ling just changed into a little skirt today."

"Not ugly." Ning Buwei tore open the pouch and anxiously searched for the elixir inside, "It's beautiful, like a little butterfly."

"Little butterfly." A Ling rolled her eyes happily, "After the scar... I have a little butterfly on my shoulder..."

This kind of injury is nothing to a monk, but it is fatal to a mortal child. A Ling can't take other pills, only half a Yangyuan pill.

Half a Yangyuan Pill!Just half!

Isn't Yangyuan Pill the most common elixir! ?

Why can't I find it!

A Ling reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, "I'd rather not do it, is A Ling going to die?"

"I won't die, I will save you." Ning Buwei hugged her and searched for pills, and tried to find some pure and clean spiritual power from the evil energy all over his body, but he couldn't find any, he said in a hoarse voice : "Don't worry, I won't die."

Ah Ling's voice became smaller and smaller, "If Ah Ling dies, can I come to you in my next life?"

Ning Buwei's movements suddenly froze, and he looked down at her, "...what did you say?"

"A Ling wants to be Ning Buwei's daughter." A Ling shed tears sadly, "A Ling doesn't want to call you Ning Buwei...A Ling wants to call you father...but Ning Buwei doesn't want to."

"You can shout if you want, whatever you want." Ning Buwei grabbed a Najie offal, only wanting to find half of Yangyuan Pill immediately.

"A-Ling wants to be smart, don't be a little fool." A-Ling smiled at him with her eyes bent, "A-Ling will come to you when she grows up and recognize you as her father.

Better not, you have to recognize Ah Ling..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I——found it!" Ning Buwei grabbed the small porcelain bottle on the ground, then poured out a Yangyuan Pill from it, broke it, and put it near the little girl's mouth, "A Ling, open your mouth, hurry up!" Eat it, and you'll be fine!"

"...A Ling?"

"A Ling!?"