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

It was a face that was extremely similar to Ning Xingyuan's.

If it wasn't for the fact that this face was too thin and full of vigilance and vigilance, Ning would think that he saw Ning Xingyuan in his youth for a moment.

"...Is there anyone?" The person lying on the grass asked weakly.

"My mother locked the door." He turned around, looked down at the other person, and then took a wet cloth in his hand to wipe his bloody face clean.

The person lying down smiled, "I'm sorry... I... got you in trouble."

He tilted his head slightly, and the snow-blue hairband fell into the hair and dry grass, with some blood stains on it, and the dark gold pattern of the nine-leaf lotus embroidered on it was faintly visible.

Ning Buwei saw the appearance of the hairband clearly, his pupils constricted suddenly——

This hairband was a magic weapon refined by Ning Xingyuan, and it was coaxed and given to him later.

'...The magic weapon I made when I was a child is useless. The child looks good in it. Come here and tie it up for you...'

"Nine-leaf lotus family pattern, this is the only one. I entrusted my friends in Jinyi Pavilion to embroider it for several months..."

Apart from Ning Xingyuan, there will be no second person.

The sitting man lowered his head and said nothing, carefully wiping the blood on his neck.

"I heard they...cough, call you Pei Si, is this your name?" Ning Xingyuan asked him with a smile.

"Hmm." Pei Si put the cloth towel in his hand into the basin beside him, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and a basin of blood came out.

He paused, and said, "Stop talking, the wound is still bleeding."

Ning Xingyuan coughed up blood again, and Pei Si wanted to wipe it for him, but he raised his hand to stop him, "This is...cough cough, wounded by a monster, no matter what...cough cough, it will bleed, don't be afraid .”

Pei Si held the cloth towel in his hand, and stubbornly helped him wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "How can I save you?"

Ning Xingyuan smiled, "Excuse me...I want to sit up."

Pei Si frowned, reached out to support his neck and back, carefully helped him up, and let him lean against the haystack behind him.

Ning Xingyuan was wearing black clothes, and it was hard to tell that he had suffered multiple injuries, but when Pei Si hugged him like this, the gray coarse cloth was stained with bright red blood, and he looked at Ning Xingyuan with a pale face.

"...Don't worry, I won't die." Ning Xingyuan's complexion was not much better than his, but his expression was extraordinarily calm and composed, probably because he was still young, and he even had the intention to joke, "I'm what you call an 'immortal'. "

Pei Si clutched the drenched cloth and said, "There is a pharmacy in the county. I... will take you out when it gets dark. There is a doctor in the pharmacy."

Ning Xingyuan smiled helplessly: "It really doesn't matter, I just need to cultivate for a few days."

Pei Si didn't believe it, silently twisted the cloth towel in his hand, took Ning Xingyuan's hand and wiped the blood on it.

Ning Xingyuan seemed to want to pull his hand out, but obviously he didn't have the strength, so he could only let him go.

"Pei Si, were you born and raised here?" Ning Xingyuan asked him.

Pei Si paused for him to wipe his hands, raised his head to look at him, lowered his head again, and said in a low voice, "My father picked it up from the mountain."

Ning Xingyuan took off the jade pendant from his waist, pointed to the nine-leaf lotus on it and asked, "Then you...cough cough, when you were picked up, did you have accessories like this...cough cough, or Cough cough, or other cough cough—"

Pei Si hurriedly patted his back, "Stop talking."

Ning Xingyuan shook his head, but his eyes sparkled slightly, "We look exactly alike, this is not a common thing, after I get home, I must ask my parents if there are any brothers left behind...cough Cough cough!"

He was probably a little excited, coughing a little out of breath, Pei Si inside the room looked at him with trepidation, Ning Buwei outside the window also frowned.

Just talk when you talk, why are you so impatient, you are not calm at all.

It didn't take into account that there were only two fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers in the room.

"No." Pei Si didn't dare to move him, and could only support his arm weakly, "Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Ning Xingyuan took the nine-leaf lotus jade pendant and said, "Whether you are from my Ning family or not, you are my savior, this...you keep it."

Pei Si refused, "If it were someone else, I would save it as well. This thing is too expensive, so I don't want it."

Ning Xingyuan coughed twice, closed his eyes and said, "I have no strength... Do you want me to cough to death?"

After speaking, the hand holding the jade pendant was still trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Pei Si looked hesitantly at the jade pendant in his hand.

Ning Xingyuan coughed hard again, his hands trembled, and the jade pendant fell into Pei Si's arms.

Pei Si hurriedly raised his head to look at him, Ning Xingyuan tilted his head, making Pei Si flustered again in fright.

Ning Xingyuan opened his eyes a crack, and when he saw that the jade pendant was put away by Pei Si, he closed it slowly again.

Ning Buwei who watched the whole process: "..."

Sure enough, no matter how young or old, Ning Xingyuan deserved a beating.

He was about to continue watching when a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Ning Buwei grabbed that hand, relayed the relay and knocked him to the ground, and at the moment when the other party wanted to shout out, he quickly covered his mouth.

A little boy who looked about his age, with two buns tied into the sky, looked stupid.

Ning Buwei lowered his voice and said, "If you dare to speak out, I will kill you."

The kid shook his head frantically.

Ning Buwei let go, and heard the child say in a breathless voice: "Don't be nervous, I'm not from your place, I—"

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "Fang Wanchen?"

Fang Wanchen nodded quickly, "Are you Brother Chengfeng?"

The woman's footsteps came from the corner, Ning Buwei grabbed his hand and led him up to the wall in a few steps.

On the locust tree, stood a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a soft cotton robe. Although his appearance was ordinary, his whole body carried an unapproachable coldness.

Ning Buwei looked up at him, and the moment his eyes met, he recognized him, "Chu Jun?"

"Eh?" Fang Wanchen was stunned for a moment, but before he had time to say anything, Ning Buwei took him and jumped directly from the wall to the trunk of the locust tree.

Fang Wanchen's foot slipped, and the whole person was about to fall down, Ning Buwei suddenly grabbed his wrist, kicked his foot, and lifted him up again.

The people in front of the courtyard gate not far away are still clamoring to see the immortal, Boss Pei is kindly explaining to them that it is inconvenient for the immortal to be seriously injured, and he will come back tomorrow, and the little woman is blocking the gate and the window tightly , I can't see what's going on in the room at all.

It was the first time for Fang Wanchen to experience this kind of thing, so he was inevitably a little panicked. He looked at his hands that had shrunk a lot, "What the hell is going on?"

Ning Buwei stood on the tree and looked at the unbelievably real sky and mountains in the distance. Even the clouds were slowly flowing. If there were no previous events, this place would be no different from the real world.

"This is an illusion of group resentment." Ning Buwei said.

Fang Wanchen grabbed the branch and said with a pale face, "Is it really Qimen Dunjia?"

"It's not Qimen Dunjia." Ning Buwei shook his head, feeling that it was very difficult to explain to a mortal—especially a mortal like Fang Wanchen who didn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Chu Jun opened the mouth and said: "The illusion of mass grievances is that thousands, hundreds, or even tens of thousands of people die at the same time. If the death is tragic and there is no relief for a long time, and the soul cannot enter reincarnation, countless grievances will arise."

He glanced at Ning Buwei, and continued: "Generally speaking, if you want your soul to stay alive, you need to use spiritual power or evil energy to support it, and one day you will be able to enter reincarnation.

The resentful souls here are imprisoned here by human beings. Once strangers approach, they will become the nourishment of these resentful souls. "

"If the resentment persists, it will endlessly repeat what happened here in the past. Because there are too many dead, the illusion formed will be extremely real."

Fang Wanchen looked at him in shock, then looked down at the living villagers, "You mean...they are all resentful souls?"

"No." Chu Jun said coldly: "These are illusions, the memory projections of those resentful souls. The real resentful souls are hidden everywhere, and it is extremely difficult to find them."

Fang Wanchen's face changed several times, and finally he raised his voice: "It's just nonsense!"

Chu Jun still looked calm, "Then you will find your own way of life."

Fang Wanchen's eyes were filled with anger, and he turned to look at Ning Buwei, "Brother Chengfeng, do you believe what he said?"

"..." Ning Buwei tried to explain to him tactfully, "It's true, if it weren't for the illusion of mass grievances, it wouldn't be so real."

Fang Wanchen shook his head, but did not refute Ning Buwei, and softened his voice: "Since brother Chengfeng also thinks the same way, different ways do not conspire with each other, I will find a way out by myself."

After speaking, he jumped directly from the tree.

"Hey——" Ning Buwei wanted to hold him back, but was blocked by Chu Jun indiscriminately, and happened to stagger.

Fang Wanchen fell to the ground, stood up and cupped his hands at Ning Buwei, and limped into the crowd.

Ning looked at Chu Jun in bewilderment, "Are you suspicious of Fang Wanchen?"

"No." Chu Jun said.

Ning Buwei said firmly: "You are definitely doubting him, otherwise why do you always have trouble with him?"

Chu Jun looked at him, "Why do you insist on pulling him into this group of resentful illusions?"

"With mortals around, no matter what illusion it is, it will be easier to unravel." Ning Buwei said.

Chu Jun frowned, "Aren't you afraid of karma with him?"

"It's not that easy." Ning Bu reacted belatedly, with a hint of shock in the meaning, "You can also eat this kind of vinegar?"

"I don't." Chu Jun raised his hand slightly, and pressed his head that was about to move upwards.

Ning Buwei is now only a little more than half of his height, and he can't move his head when he pins it down, so he just put it on his arm, "Let's go, go to the firewood room to have a look."

Chu Jun: "...you don't care about Fang Wanchen anymore?"

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "He can't run very far, and he's much safer than us."

-

In the woodshed.

Pei Si looked at the comatose man, slowly raised his hand, and put it on his neck.

Ning Xingyuan grabbed his hand and twisted it hard, Pei Si suddenly let out a scream.

Ning Xingyuan came back to his senses, and quickly let go of his hand.

Pei Si's head was sweating from the pain, he folded his hands and gritted his teeth, and said, "You don't even have pant in your stomach, I... just look at you... Hiss, are you dead or not, you are too strong."

Ning Xingyuan sat up by himself with some difficulty, and let out a sigh of relief, "My breathing is shallow when I exercise my kung fu to heal my wounds... Hold it here and let me see."

As he spoke, he took his hand over.

Pei Si gasped in pain, "Is it broken?"

"No." Ning Xingyuan's subordinates used a little force, and picked it up for him again.

Pei Si crossed his arms with a pale face, and found two broken boards to tie around his wrists.

"What are you doing?" Ning Xingyuan asked.

"Fix it, otherwise it will swell even more." Pei Si muffled.

Ning Xingyuan subconsciously wanted to touch his storage bag, and then remembered that the storage bag in the mortal world could not be opened, and looked at him with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I thought..."

Pei Si tied the planks with rags, looked up at him, "Are you immortals afraid of being killed?"

Ning Xingyuan smiled helplessly: "It's not a fairy, it's a monk."

"What is a monk?" Pei Si asked him.

"Probably someone who practices magic and wants to ascend to immortality." Ning Xingyuan explained to him.

"Oh, alchemists." Pei Si nodded, "We have a lot of them here, but they can't fly, they can only make alchemy and draw talismans."

Ning Xingyuan didn't explain any more to him, "It's about the same."

Instead, Pei Si became interested, "Then do you know how to make alchemy?"

"In a little while,"

"Where are the symbols?"

"Understood."

"Ah, does it depend on Feng Shui?"

"almost."

"What about fortune-telling?"

"Understood."

Pei Si sighed, "You're not very good at studying, you only know a little bit, how can you make a living?"

Ning Xingyuan leaned on the haystack and smiled, "The family has a little less money, so I won't starve to death."

Pei Si sized him up and nodded, "That's right, it looks like you've been raised so thin and tender."

Ning Xingyuan: "..."

Pei Si seemed to be quite interested in these, leaned against the haystack with him, turned to ask him, "Then what else do you know besides flying and talking?"

Ning Xingyuan lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, "There are some in the cultivation world, you all... know a little bit."

"Then you are not very good among your alchemists, ah no, monks?" Pei Si asked.

At the age of 16, Ning Xingyuan ranked first in the list of secrets: "Yes."

"You have to find the best unique skill so that you won't be bullied." Pei Si said worriedly, "Don't you have a very powerful unique skill?"

Ning Xingyuan pondered for a long while, "Let's form a formation."

Pei Si was puzzled, "Is it a spell?"

"Probably—" Ning Xingyuan straightened up, picked up a branch from the side, and drew a small spirit-gathering formation on the ground, and after a while, dots of fluorescent light appeared on the formation.

Those spots of light drifted to the tip of Pei Si's nose, and disappeared after a light touch.

Before Pei Si recovered from the shock, he heard Ning Xingyuan say: "The spiritual power in the mortal world is thin, even this small formation can only last for a while."

Pei Si admired: "It's amazing."

Ning Xingyuan smiled, and took out a light yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, "I'll do a trick for you."

After speaking, the talisman paper in his hand immediately burned, and a piece of shiny and white jade appeared in his palm.

Pei Si was shocked and said: "Get something from the air!?"

"We call it a talisman." Ning Xingyuan pointed to the ground, "The bottom of the mountains around your village are all jade mines, and some of them have stronger spiritual power than those in the cultivation world, but they are just silent in the ground."

Pei Si's eyes widened, "A lot of jade?"

"Yeah." Ning Xingyuan handed him the jade, "Hold it for you to play with."

Pei Si took it and looked at the ground, "Then...if we dig up these jades and sell them, will our village get rich?"

"Well, maybe." Ning Xingyuan said: "But it's better to let nature take its course. If you act too hastily, accidents will easily happen."

"Why?" Pei Si was puzzled, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and luck has a definite number." Seeing his blank face, Ning Xingyuan said helplessly, "Forget it, you don't understand after I say it. I haven't fully understood it myself, so I won't mislead others here."

Pei Si supported him to lean on him.

Ning Xingyuan shook his head thoughtfully, "I was the one who was reckless just now, you should keep this matter a secret, don't tell others."

Seeing his solemn expression, Pei Si nodded. "Then what did you understand?"

Ning Xingyuan broke the wooden branch in his hand into several small pieces, thought for a while, imitated the posture of a fortune teller in the mortal world, and said, "Come on, let me tell your fortune and write a word."

"I can't read." Pei Si whispered.

Ning Xingyuan was stunned for a moment, "Does your family not have a school or private school?"

"How can there be a school if you can't even eat enough?" Pei Si grabbed the hay under his feet, "But there are private schools in the county, but Shuxiu is very expensive. Dad only let my younger brother study for two years. He is now in the county. Apprentice to Mr. Accountant at the inn here."

Seeing his loss, Ning Xingyuan handed him a small branch, "Then I'll teach you how to write."

Pei Si's left hand was injured, and he grabbed the branch with his right hand, looking at Ning Xingyuan with bright eyes.

Ning Xingyuan looked a little uncomfortable, "What character do you want to learn?"

"You said your name is Ning Xingyuan, how do you write it?" Pei Si bent over and couldn't get enough strength, so he just lay down on the haystack and watched Ning Xingyuan write.

Ning Xingyuan wrote down his name stroke by stroke, and he lay beside Ning Xingyuan, holding a branch and clumsily following along stroke by stroke.

"The posture is not right, it should be like this." Ning Xingyuan adjusted his posture for holding the branch, and patiently held his hand and wrote it stroke by stroke.

"Ning-Xing-Yuan." Pei Si finished the three words with difficulty and slowly, "These words are so beautiful, did your father get them for you?"

"My grandfather made it."

"What do you mean?"

"The road to immortality is poor and difficult, and few people can reach the end——

Maybe I wish I could go further. "