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

The young man with warm eyebrows is sitting under the verandah cooking tea, the snow-blue hairband falling between the black clothes is particularly eye-catching.

Ning Buwei pursed her lips, knelt on the futon opposite the table with a cold face, and watched him making tea with downcast eyes.

It was getting late, snow was falling outside, and Shenyue Mountain in the distance turned into a touch of blue in the snow. Outside the corridor, there were patches of nine-leaf lotus blooming, and the light blue flowers and leaves were bent down by the snow, and the snow blocks It hit the dark brown ground along the blade, making a muffled sound.

The red peat stove is simple and elegant. The young man picked up the jade book on it and simmered it into the purple sand pot. The fresh tea fragrance diffused with the hazy mist. Ning Buwei frowned, a little impatient.

The opponent's movements were still unhurried, and his gestures and gestures were all elegant, as if sensing his impatience, a smile flashed across his warm brows and eyes, "Wanxuan Academy has a lot of homework, I finally came back, why don't you go out to play?"

Ning Buwei raised his eyelids and glanced at him quickly, feeling guilty, his eyes fell on the small stove, he hesitated for a while, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't you ask me why I came back?"

"It's nothing more than Wen Zaiye and that kid from the Cui family got into trouble together." The young man put the teacup in front of him and said with a smile, "How long will the master punish you to go home and reflect?"

"One ten days." Ning Buwei said a little dissatisfied.

The young man thought his reaction was interesting, so he asked again: "What did you do?"

Ning Buwei was waiting for him to ask, when he heard the words, his chin raised slightly, and the brows were arrogant and unyielding, "Hao Zheng, that old man—the old guy insisted that my talisman drawing was wrong, and fined me to redraw it a hundred times." Zhang, Wen Zaiye and Cui Ci were not angry, so he drew the exact same talisman for me and handed it over, Hao Zhengfei wanted to hold on to this matter."

"Well, what else?" The young man smiled.

Ning Buwei stared at the small teacup with drooping eyelids for a long while, then said sullenly, "I drew a bastard on Hao Zheng's back."

The young man laughed while holding his teacup, his black wide sleeves fluttering slightly in the cold wind.

Ning Buwei became angry from embarrassment, "Ning Xingyuan!"

The smile in Ning Xingyuan's eyes was still there, and he comforted him not very sincerely, "It's okay, Mr. Hao has a bad temper, and Chu Linyuan and I were often punished when we were in Wanxuan Academy. Mr. never holds grudges."

Ning Buwei snorted coldly: "But I hold grudges."

Ning Xingyuan was noncommittal, and casually pulled a nine-leaf lotus from the outside, shook off the snow on it, and handed a petal to him, "Come, go, fire."

Ning Buwei took it and took a bite. He loved to eat this thing since he was a child, and it was sweet and bitter. His entourage nearly fainted from crying.

Ning Xingyuan didn't feel distressed, he knew he liked to eat, he could pick up the nine-leaf lotus in the yard, but he couldn't do it outside the yard, even the head of the Ning family would keep the nine-leaf lotus as a treasure, if Ning didn't want to ruin it like this , the head of the family must move the family law.

Ning Bu felt unsatisfied after eating a piece, so he stretched out his hand to pick up a big flower from the outside, a few flakes of snow fell on the back of his hand, and it was cold.

After eating most of it, when he raised his eyes, he saw a section of green vine protruding from Ning Xingyuan's sleeve, stealthily trying to take away a piece of nine-leaf lotus from him.

Ning Buwei stretched out his hand to grab the green vine, and the vine struggled immediately, its tail wrapped around Ning Xingyuan's wrist, begging him for help.

"What do you do with the same knowledge as it?" Ning Xingyuan said helplessly, "It's just greedy."

Ning Buwei has had a grudge against this vine since he was a child, and every time Ning Xingyuan wanted to teach him a lesson, he would instruct the hateful green vine to form a ball and trap him inside, and he would not be released unless he admitted his mistake.

The rattan ball is pitch black, and sometimes it intentionally makes it smaller and smaller, rounds and flattens it. Rather than being angry, it dares not come to Ning Xingyuan, so it vents its anger on this vine. This vine has spiritual consciousness, and the same Living people are no different, once they come and go, people and vines are formed, and every time they meet, they will fight to the death of the Ning family.

As time passed, even the big yellow dog of Ning's house knew that Ning Xingyuan had raised these two ancestors to get along with each other, so he would run away with his tail between his legs.

"It's only greedy for my things, it's jealous." Ning Buwei snorted coldly, grabbed a leaf of the green vine maliciously, and wanted to grab back his nine-leaf lotus.

The vine retracted to Ning Xingyuan's wrist, propped up his upper body and burrowed into Ning Xingyuan's arms aggrievedly, Ning Xingyuan pinched its leaves to comfort him.

Ning Buwei couldn't get used to the pretentiousness of this companion vine, no matter how he looked at it, he would harbor evil intentions towards Ning Xingyuan, so he pulled a leaf and gritted his teeth viciously, "You green vine is about to transform, right?"

Ning Xingyuan raised it with high-quality pills and spiritual springs every day, and planted it on the top of Shenyue Mountain. The right time, place and people took advantage of it, so it was naturally faster than those wild spirits and monsters.

"After the New Year's Eve, we will be able to transform in the early spring of next year." Ning Xingyuan touched the vines, and the tiny vines wrapped around his fair fingers obediently, as if he was also happy to be able to transform.

Ning Buwei felt that the vine's mind was not pure for a day or two, so he reminded Ning Xingyuan: "You'd better stay away from him, if you turn into a woman in the future, wouldn't it damage your reputation of innocence?"

The green vine wrapped around Ning Xingyuan's wrist froze, Ning Xingyuan laughed and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ning Buwei was so angry that he plucked another leaf from the green vine. Seeing that the master turned a blind eye to Ning Buwei's bad behavior, the green vine retracted into Ning Xingyuan's sleeve aggrievedly.

Seeing Ning Xingyuan distracted, Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "Is it talking ill of me to you?"

"It says it won't turn into a woman." It has long been a habit for Ning Xingyuan to convey the message for the two of them. Sometimes one person and one vine can quarrel for half an hour, and it all depends on him to build a bridge. Tiger fight.

"I also said that I will be taller and stronger than you when I take shape."

Ning Buwei was furious, and reached out to pull the damn vine from his sleeve, "I am only fifteen this year, and it dares to compare me to a spirit who is almost a hundred years old. If it has the ability to let it wait for me to grow up Reshape!"

The two of them were quarreling under the verandah, tea was being boiled on the small red clay stove, and the dense white mist rose away, enveloping the fragrance of tea and scattering into the fine snow outside the corridor.

Ning Bu went home to reflect on the past few days for being punished, and it happened that Ning Xingyuan was free, seeing that he didn't punish him, he put his heart back in his stomach, thinking that he was lucky and took a vacation.

He beat down the children of the main family who came to make trouble, Ning Buwei tied them up at the gate of the back mountain with a rope, clapped his hands and was about to leave.

"Ning Chengfeng! You are not allowed to leave!" Ning Hao hung his head on the branch and shouted loudly, "Come back!"

Ning Buwei turned around and looked at him, the young man with ponytail smiled vigorously, "I don't."

After speaking, he sacrificed his flying sword and jumped up, and arrogantly Yujian circled around the crying ghosts and wolves, making Ning Hao blush with anger.

The jade belt on the horsetail cut across a neat arc, Ning Buwei stepped on the long sword and went straight to the sky, the black robe was blown up by the wind, and even the man and the sword pierced through the flowing clouds and passed quickly, startling the people flying in the clouds The crane staggered.

He went to Jinyi Pavilion to pick up the high-level cassock that he ordered a few days ago, and picked a piece of Ruogu Peak Lingyu from Zhenbao Pavilion to make a paperweight, and took it to Ning Xingyuan's yard to ask him to carve a nine-leaf lotus for himself.

Ning Xingyuan was wiping his knife in the front hall, when he heard this, he said, "You can see this Jiuyelian every day, don't you get tired of seeing it?"

"It's beautiful and delicious, not greasy." Ning Buwei was thirsty after flying all the way back, and disliked that Ning Xingyuan's teacup was too small, so he got up and went to the antique rack to find a bigger cup, and then went after a small cleaning technique Pour water into it.

"I wipe the cup every day, but you like to clean it." Ning Xingyuan put down the Suzaku knife in his hand, picked up the piece of Lingyu and took a look, "The color is not bad."

"Of course I chose well." Ning Buwei put down the teacup, and pushed Ning Xingyuan's Suzaku Knife away from the table through the teacup. "A knife doesn't look like a knife, a sword doesn't look like a sword, it's ugly."

Suzaku Knife was so angry that the blade buzzed.

"Huan Shou Knife looks like this, don't mess with it." Ning Xingyuan held down the Suzaku Knife who was about to lose his temper, "Just now Ning Zeling came over and said that you tied Ning Hao and the others to the back mountain?"

"The thing they picked first, they asked me to go to the back mountain, where they set up traps." Ning Buwei poked the Suzaku knife, and was cut bloody by the violent Suzaku knife, but he didn't care, The wound healed immediately after using a healing technique, "I did my best not to push them in."

Obviously, Ning Xingyuan didn't intend to pursue it, so he took out a delicate carving knife to carve patterns on his paperweight spirit jade, "You're going back to Wanxuan Yuan tomorrow, but what else do you want to bring? Let Dulu prepare it for you." good."

"There's nothing to prepare for—" Ning Buwei's voice suddenly paused, feeling as if he had forgotten something but couldn't remember it, and asked him, "Did you bring back that precious green vine?"

"If it wants to take shape, it needs to retreat, and I won't allow it to sink to Moon Mountain before the spring equinox next year." Ning Xingyuan said.

Ning Buwei gloated for a while, then saw Du Lu knocking on the door and coming in, he first smiled at Ning Buwei, and then said to Ning Xingyuan: "Young master, the young master of the Cui family, Cui Ci, is here, saying that he has made an appointment with our young master. gone."

"Yes, we made an appointment to go back to Wanxuan Yuan together today." Ning Buwei remembered what he had forgotten just now, stood up and was about to run to the living room, but was stopped by Ning Xingyuan.

Ning Xingyuan looked at him gently, "Chengfeng, do you want the paperweight?"

"I'll pick it up when I come back from the year-end holiday!" Ning Buwei was in a hurry to see his friends, and was about to step out of the threshold.

They made an appointment to pick up Wen Zaiye at Yunzhongmen on the way back, and the three of them went to Xingluoya to have a look.

Under the Xingluo Cliff is the dark field, adults usually don’t allow them to approach, but young people are very curious, the more things they are not allowed to do, the more they want to do it, especially if they do it secretly with their friends behind their backs, it will be more interesting .

Ning Buwei couldn't wait to leave, but Ning Xingyuan's tone sank, "Chengfeng, do you really want to go back to Wanxuan Yuan?"

In an instant, several shattered images flashed through Ning Buwei's mind one after another, the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the raging fire burning the field, the giant vines being cut off, the red bird killing the master, and the mournful ghosts raging on the cracked brown soil...

"Chengfeng?" Ning Xingyuan called him.

Ning Buwei suddenly came back to his senses, the picture in his mind was shattered in an instant, he couldn't remember what he thought just now, but instinctively began to resist the memory.

"I..." He leaned on the door frame with one hand, outside the vermilion corridor was snowing and the wind was cold, and inside the door was warm and fragrant.

"Chengfeng, don't go to Wanxuanyuan, stay here for the New Year."

He heard Ning Xingyuan say to himself.

"Ning Chengfeng! Why don't you come out? If you don't go to meet the news, he will go crazy!" Cui Ci's bluffing voice came into his ears through the courtyard wall and thick snow.

Du Lu respectfully stood beside Ning Xingyuan.

The green vines on Shenyue Mountain in the distance are stretching their branches and leaves, preparing for the coming spring.

Across the courtyard, Cui Ci was calling him enthusiastically.

The huge Ning family came and went and prepared for the New Year's Eve in an orderly manner. After leaving the mansion, the bustling streets were bustling with excitement, and people's faces were full of joy that the festival was about to begin. Further outside, the Canshang Erzhou, which belonged to the Xun Mansion, was full of smoke and waves. vibrant.

He was born in the vast world of mortals in the Xun Mansion, and he is very familiar with the people and bricks and tiles here.

Ning Xingyuan knelt down in front of the table, holding a carving knife and a piece of Lingyu and smiling gently at his back.

Ning Buwei stood in front of Ning Xingyuan with his back to the light, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force on the door frame.

can't go.

stay.

You look back at him.

Take another look at him.

Ning Buwei yelled loudly at himself in his heart, his voice weeping blood.

In a daze, Ning Buwei really wanted to look back, take a good look at Ning Xingyuan, and then stay and accompany him through the year.

In the next moment, fragments of the Suzaku knife flew out of his hand, carrying a thick black mist, smashing all the phantoms in front of him and behind him.

When he opened his eyes again, there were only strange and sticky peach petals sticking around, and countless bloody mouths opened in the flower, and the stamens were adsorbed to his whole body, and the blood flowed along the stamens to the flowers.

A little disgust flashed in Ning Buwei's eyes, Suzaku Broken Knife cut off all those disgusting things, and went straight to the biggest peach blossom in front of him!

"Wow!" A clear cry of a child suddenly resounded in the empty illusion, and Ning Buwei's hand that drew the knife froze.

Du Lu came out from among the layers of peach blossoms, holding a crying baby in his arms, it was Ning Xiu.

Ning Buwei's murderous intent surged all over his body, "Give me the child!"

Du Lu smiled and said, "Young Master, I haven't seen you in 500 years, but it's really you."

Ning Buwei stared at him coldly.

"I'm curious, the bewildered heart is so perfect, there is no solution at all, where did you find the flaw?" Du Lu seemed to be asking him seriously.

Ning Buwei clenched the broken blade in his hand, and said coldly: "Ning Xingyuan never left me."

Du Lu was taken aback, "What?"

Ning Buwei looked up at him, "You don't understand at all."

Du Lu showed displeasure on his face, and was about to speak, when suddenly his back felt cold, and he slammed to the side, but half of his arm was cut off abruptly by the broken knife, and the child in his arms fell off.

Ning Buwei flew towards him, but just as he touched Ning Xiu's baby, a peach blossom beside him opened his mouth wide and swallowed Ning Xiu in one gulp!

Ning Buwei manipulated the Broken Knife to split the closed flower bud, but was blocked by a long sword, and the sword collided with each other, making a teeth-piercing sound.

Du Lu stubbornly blocked him and forced him to retreat a few steps, and said with a cheerful smile, "I've already seen that your meridians have been cut off and your cultivation base has been completely lost. You're just holding on! Ning Chengfeng, you can't beat me! When your spiritual power is exhausted, it's your time of death!"

Ning Buwei was forced by him to retreat in front of the wall made of peach blossoms, while he was fighting Du Lu with all his strength, those stamens twisted into blades and pierced his ankle suddenly.

Ning Buwei's face turned pale suddenly, he clenched his teeth firmly, gathered his spiritual power and threw Dulu aside, the other blade cut off the stamens, and instead of retreating, he went straight to Dulu.

Du Lu raised his sword to resist and said loudly: "You have to hurry up, or your precious child will be suffocated to death in the flower!"

Ning Buwei's scarlet eyes suddenly scattered, two pieces of broken knives intertwined and strangled Dulu's long sword, and turned to look for the flower buds that trapped Ning Xiu, but the peach blossoms that made up the wall kept moving, making him Dazzled, he couldn't tell where Ning Xiu was trapped.

Even though three flowers were broken, the inside was empty. Ning Buwei formed seals with one hand while resisting Du Lu's attack. A milk doll is worried?"

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Du Lu pierced his shoulder with a sword, "Oh, yes, Ning Xingyuan said that you can't cultivate the way of ruthlessness, and he said that you are always soft-hearted."

"Hahahaha, it's so funny for him to say that you are a ruthless devil with a soft heart!"

"It's not right for you to put a good demon head, but you want to come with that demon vine. I am a hero in Linjiang City. It's really disgusting to be as sanctimonious as Ning Xingyuan!"

Ning Buwei grabbed the blade of the sword and quickly drew a talisman with blood. Du Lu saw that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat, but before he could retreat, the sword stuck in Ning Buwei's shoulder suddenly exploded!

Immediately, blood and flesh splattered all around.

Ning Buwei took the opportunity to slap the seal in the other hand to the ground, the air was instantly filled with a strong fragrance, and the powder mist dispersed to block the sight.

Du Lu couldn't find his people in the fog, and laughed loudly: "Don't be stubborn anymore, your spiritual power has been exhausted, for the sake of old love, I will give you a happy!"

He closed his eyes, the blood talisman flickered between his fingers, and Ning Xiu's small crying sound came from his ears.

Ning Buwei opened his eyes suddenly, and the two Suzaku Broken Knives struck and protected the unremarkable peach blossom, and Ning Xiu's cry suddenly became clear.

He flew over and stretched out his hands to hug the crying Ning Xiu. His back felt a sudden chill, and a sharp pain came from his heart. He lowered his head stiffly, and the blood-stained long sword pierced his chest. The tip was stained with warm blood, dripping on Ning Xiu's face.

Ning Xiu's watery eyes stared straight at Ning Buwei's heart, he was so frightened that he forgot to cry, and was so anxious that he stretched out his little hand to Ning Buwei, his voice was full of fear, "Ah! Ahhh!"

Daddy!Daddy!

Ning Buwei had a fishy sweetness in his throat, he stretched out his hand to cover Ning Xiu's eyes, he wanted to speak but he coughed, his throat was full of blood foam.

"It's okay... don't be afraid."