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

Chu Jun practiced the pure way.

The Tao of Purity, as the name suggests, is to clear the mind and calm the mind, to clear the mind from desires, and to be clean.

He chose the most remote one among the [-] peaks of Wushizong, opened up a cave, set up a large formation outside, and refused all visitors, just to understand the pure way.

He understands the great way, lives in a corner and has a world in his heart, and enjoys himself. If there is no accident, he can realize it for thousands of years here.

If nothing else—

In less than one month, in the blink of an eye in the past, he suddenly had a son, and by accident, he made friends with a brazen monk...

Hearing the crying, Chu Jun opened his eyes again.

Every time the child came, he was in danger, and Chu Jun was ready to restore his spiritual consciousness. The child's mother was probably a heroine in the middle school, and she took her son up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, and every time he had to toss half of it. life.

Ning Xiu fell into a familiar yet unfamiliar embrace, stopped crying immediately, stretched out his little hand to grab Chu Jun's front, and was so anxious, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ugh!"

in vain!Quickly save daddy!So much blood!Fear!

Chu Jun, who didn't understand what he meant at all: ...

The child was covered in blood, moving around in his arms in disgrace, grabbing his clothes and refusing to let go.

Chu Jun picked up the child and looked at it from beginning to end, but found no wounds, and his eyes were a little puzzled.

With previous experience, Chu Jun knew that his son always went to the Three Treasure Hall for nothing, and since he came to look for him, he must be in danger.

But this time the child is fine.

"Ah! Ah!" Ning Xiu dragged him and wanted to take him away, but his strength was pitifully weak, and Chu Jun hugged him and sat in the middle of the sea of ​​consciousness, motionless.

Seeing that he was not crying, Chu Jun just held on to him anxiously, a flash of inspiration flashed, and asked, "Could it be that your mother is in danger?"

Ning Xiu doesn't have the concept of mother-in-law yet, but he vaguely remembers that Ning Buwei said the word "mother-in-law", and he said "ah" excitedly.

It seems so.

A child has already involved him and the child's mother in karma, and he doesn't want to be too deeply involved with the other party.

But with this child around, he couldn't let him be in danger.

"Forget it, let you go." After deliberating, Chu Jun made a decision.

The other party was a stranger to him, so he naturally would not pull people into his own sea of ​​consciousness, let alone go to the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. After thinking about it, Chu Jun set his eyes on Ning Xiu.

This child was born with a golden core, and his sea of ​​consciousness is tyrannical, and they are related by blood, which is just right.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu shouted tiredly, nestled on his arm and kicked his hand.

hurry up~

Chu Jun tapped Ning Xiu's dantian.

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The giant long sword formed by the people's condensed spiritual power struck the thick and thick vines, and Linjiang City, which was wrapped by the vines, shook violently, and the unbreakable vines split a big hole.

Seeing this, the monks outside the city were all excited.

It's not like they haven't tried this method before, but the vines are like a piece of iron, and their attacks don't work at all, but now the vines are obviously at the end of their strength.

"This vine is really evil. Could it be that it has become a spirit?" Chen Zichu, the second disciple of the Yunzhongmen, asked suspiciously while he was adjusting his breath.

The face of the person he questioned was tense, and he looked at the vine with some disgust. This person has deep and handsome features, and he looks like an ordinary person in his thirties, but he is actually nearly five hundred years old. The Great Elder, whose surname is Heshen.

Wen Heshen didn't speak, Chen Zichu knew the master's temper, touched his nose embarrassingly, but heard someone beside him speak.

"There was such a situation 500 years ago, but the battle was far more tragic than now." It was a monk with a red belt and a white coat covered with ink gauze, obviously a member of the Chongzheng League.

Chen Zichu looked at his waist badge, he was obviously a member of the No. [-] sect, Wushizong, and he also had an elder's seal on his waist, so he had a lot of background.

Wen He turned to look at him deeply.

"He Shen, what do you think?" Chu Bai was very familiar with his tone, obviously they knew each other.

"It's no different from the situation in Ningcheng, Xunfu." Wen He said coldly.

It is also because of this that the sects are so ready to fight, Chongzhengmeng and Wushizong even sent elders of Chu Bai's level over here.

After adjusting the breath, everyone condensed their spiritual power again and aimed at the crack on the vine.

"Come again!"

All the monks who went to search and rescue the ruins of the Xun Mansion back then still remember the giant vine, which towered into the sky, covered the sky, and stood alone on the scorched and cracked land, covering most of the Xun Mansion. The corpses of Ren Banteng were densely packed and stretched as far as the eye can see.

There are also countless vine people walking in the middle of the movement stiffly, completely annihilated and turned into puppets.

So much so that at the beginning, people thought that the disaster of the Xun Mansion was caused by demon vines.

Ning Buwei also thought so at the beginning.

It was the day before the vernal equinox.

He received a family letter written by Ning Xingyuan, urgently calling him back to Ningcheng, Xun Mansion. He naturally hurried back, but who knew that he encountered a big trouble on the road. Fortunately, others rescued him and survived. It's been almost a month.

When he returned to Xun Mansion, what he saw was such a miserable scene.

He couldn't even find the way back to Ningcheng.

Yan Lanpei regained the dominance of the vines, and countless vines sprang up from the ground. Regardless of the severe pain in his body, he reached out and grabbed Ning Buwei.

At the same time, a golden light silently penetrated into Ning Buwei's heart and arms, and it could be seen that the wound on the bone was healing rapidly.

Seeing this, Yan Lanpei was surprised for a moment, looked at Ning Xiu who was still sending golden light to Ning Buwei, and wrapped the child with a vine and put it into Ning Buwei's arms.

Ning Xiu grabbed Ning Buwei's sleeve, "Ah~ah~"

daddy~ no pain~

However, the golden light has limited strength and can only heal traumatic injuries. What is really fatal is Ning Buwei's shattered meridians and overly dried up dantian.

"It's really... Linglong bone." Yan Lanpei gave Ning Xiu a complicated look.

Ning Buwei, who was lying on the vine, slowly opened his eyes.

"Chengfeng!" Yan Lanpei was overjoyed when he saw him wake up.

Ning Buwei frowned, subconsciously looking for Ning Xiu, when he heard a baby's "ah" in his ear, he was relieved.

"This child—" Yan Lanpei hesitated to speak.

Ning Buwei hugged Ning Xiu while enduring the pain, and said, "Say what you have to say."

"I reminded you when we first met," Yan Lanpei said unbearably, "Ordinary people are conceived in October and born naturally according to the law of heaven, but this child has turned into a bone and borrowed you to share the flesh and blood of another person." , forcibly assembled the three souls and seven souls, although he was born with a golden core, but the three souls and seven souls are unstable, and if he lives one more day, he is going against the sky to survive the tribulation of life—"

"Chengfeng, his soul will be scattered at any time, and he will not be able to support him." Yan Lanpei said: "The best result is just a pair of exquisite bones left."

Ning Buwei covered Ning Xiu's ears, his handsome face was tense, and he stared at Yan Lanpei with a gloomy expression, "Shut up."

"He was born with your flesh and blood spirit, so he naturally has your family inheritance imprint, but that's just—" Yan Lanpei looked at him, seeing that Ning Buwei was tightly holding the child tightly, he couldn't bear to continue talking, and sighed Said: "Xingyuan always tells me that you are too soft-hearted, and you can't cultivate the way of ruthlessness."

Ning Buwei gave him a cold look, and was about to stand up while hugging Ning Xiu.

Yan Lanpei held him down.

"A baby born with a golden core and exquisite bones, if those monks are aware of his exquisite bones like Dulu, do you think they will show mercy and let him go just because he is a child?" Yan Lanpei said: "You went to the Chongzheng League to get it back then. Linglong bone, is it because you want to raise it as a child?"

Ning Buwei fell silent.

He went to the Chongzheng League to steal the Linglong Bone through untold hardships at the beginning, so he was naturally envious of the amazing effect of the Linglong Bone——

For mortals, life and death, flesh and blood, reshape the foundation, and live forever.

Cultivator Yu, his cultivation base skyrocketed, he crushed the void, and ascended to immortality.

Among the cultivators of the seventeen states, who doesn't want to realize the soaring of the Dao?If you don't want to, go to the mortal world to be a rich and idle person, don't have to fight and kill, wouldn't you be happy?

Rather than wanting to ascend for the sake of nature, he can even do whatever it takes to do so.

"You just killed the deer and you have exhausted your spiritual power. The broken meridians are almost shattered now, and there is no spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness. Let alone protect him, you can't protect yourself now." Yan Lanpei pointed to his arms Ning Xiu said: "Linglong Gu can save you."

How to save?

Naturally, refining is used to repair the meridian dantian.

Ning Buwei thought of letting the child die in the rain from the very beginning. Compared with Feisheng, one life is simply insignificant.

When he was lying in the autumn rain and was about to die, there was such a warm little thing lying on his chest. It was useless, but he struggled to get up and found a cave.

He is not afraid of the rain, but in the cave, it is always more comfortable.

Ning Buwei looked up at Yan Lanpei, and said coldly: "His name is Ning Xiu, he is my son, not some broken bone."

Yan Lanpei's expression suddenly changed, "You gave him a name."

Ning Buwei sneered: "You even named yourself."

Yan Lanpei: "..."

It would be hard for him to live for 500 years because of this broken mouth.

With a first name and a surname, and with the imprint of the Ning family's bloodline inheritance, even the former patriarch of the Ning family who climbed up from the ground must recognize Ning Xiu as the seed of the Ning family.

What's more, Ningbu is the only one left in the Ning family now, even if he names a dog Ning and put it in the genealogy, no one can stop him. Now he is the head of the Ning family.

Ning Buwei couldn't pull eight cows back for the things he was looking for, he was stubborn and stubborn, he knew it all too well, Yan Lanpei stopped trying to persuade him when he saw this.

Ning Buwei looked down at Ning Xiu in his arms. Ning Xiu was still trying his best to send his golden light to his bleeding wound. His rosy face was pale and pale, and he was clutching at the hem of his shirt, sobbing and crying. Seeing him Looking down at himself, he called him a little happily: "Ah~"

Daddy~

Ning Buwei pinched his little face expressionlessly, "Don't give it away, you won't be enough to fit my teeth."

"Ah?" Ning Xiu tilted his head and blinked his beautiful eyes.

Ning Buwei snorted, bent his legs and leaned casually on the vine, looking arrogant as if I was okay and I could hit ten more.

But in fact, his mind was too chaotic to hear what Yan Lanpei was saying.

Yan Lanpei's condition was not much better than him, another sharp pain came from his back, his spiritual power leaked out, and the vines supporting him outside Linjiang City were crumbling.

The large formation left by Du Lu finally crashed down, and Ning Bu had to carry it hard in order to sacrifice the broken pieces of Suzaku, but was protected by the vines that suddenly surrounded him.

"Yan Lanpei!" Ning Buwei shouted angrily.

Countless vines were uprooted, condensed into balls, and turned into blackened powder layer by layer under the impact of the big formation. The two phases collided, and the rattan balls continued to shrink and shrink, and finally forcibly drained the remaining big formation. Only fly ash was left on the ground.

Outside Linjiang City, there was a hustle and bustle of people, but inside Linjiang City it was silent.

Above the Endless River, two people sat on the bridge supported by twining vines, one was dying and the other was at the end of his strength.

"Chengfeng, you came back too late back then." Yan Lanpei looked at him with a helpless and thankful expression, "It's also lucky that you came back late."

Ning Buwei's ears were buzzing, Yan Lanpei's voice fluctuated from far to near, but he still heard it.

"What happened back then?" Ning Buwei asked.

Yan Lanpei shook her head, "I know...not more than you, I only saw Dulu kill Ning Xingyuan with my own eyes."

"I'll show you...to see."

Ning Buwei's expression changed, and he opened his mouth to stop him, but Yan Lanpei shook his head at him.

"I can't last long, at least before I die... let me see him again."

When you are dying, you can trace your soul.

Going back to the past, seeing old friends again, letting go of obsessions, and going to hell.

Soul tracing can only perform spells on the deceased himself. It has no practical use other than speeding up the passage of life, so few people use it.

Say yes but obsession, but people who are about to die have nostalgia for the world.

"Fortunately... the old man has passed away—"

Ning Buwei's eyes flickered, and he suddenly returned to the Danhuai Courtyard of the Ning Mansion.

Unlike before in Du Lu's bewitching formation, he was now conscious, like a wandering soul returning home after a long journey.

Danhuai Courtyard was still as he remembered it, a simple and elegant courtyard, with two osmanthus trees planted on both sides of the door, a sapphire nine-leaf lotus outside the winding corridor, and a winding path paved with bluestones in the middle, extending to At the gate of the courtyard, one can see the blue Shenyue Mountain as soon as one looks outside.

"Such a small child." An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.

Ning Buwei turned around abruptly, and saw Ning Xingyuan standing under the corridor with a slightly distressed expression.

But obviously it wasn't him who was talking just now, Ning Buwei took a closer look, and saw a green vine protruding from Ning Xingyuan's wide black sleeve, with small jagged leaves growing on it, running along Ning Xingyuan His arms climbed over his shoulders.

It is Yan Lanpei who has not yet transformed.

And it was much thinner than he remembered.

He followed the eyes of Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei, and found a boy who was only five or six years old squatting among the nine-leaf lotus, reaching out his hands to grab the petals and stuffing them into his mouth expressionlessly.

Ning Bu twitched the corner of his mouth.

That was himself who had just been taken to the head of Ning's house.

But he didn't remember such a scene.

Ning Xingyuan didn't move his mouth, but Ning Buwei heard his voice, and belatedly realized that this was a conversation between Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei in their sea of ​​consciousness.

"It should be able to feed." Ning Xingyuan said.

"You haven't raised them before." Yan Lanpei said, "His arms are not as thick as mine."

Ning Xingyuan said seriously: "I have raised the crossing deer."

"When you found Du Lu, he was twelve years old. He was different from Xiao Budian." Yan Lanpei said, "I heard that such a small child even needs to be fed."

Ning Xingyuan frowned, "That also needs to be raised. All the people in his branch died, and they were taken by Ning Fan's branch to make him practice the way of ruthlessness."

"Isn't this nonsense? What kind of ruthless way does such a young child practice? He doesn't even know what ruthless way is." Yan Lanpei disapproved: "Then we should keep him."

"He doesn't talk to me." Ning Xingyuan tried to take a step forward, and the child squatting in the nine-leaf lotus took a step back vigilantly.

Yan Lanpei gave him advice enthusiastically, "He is naturally afraid if you keep a straight face, so just smile."

Ning Xingyuan looked stiff and said, "Why are you laughing?"

"Smile like Mrs. Ye who sells tofu on the street next door, kind and kind." Yan Lanpei suggested.

Ning Xingyuan lifted the corner of his mouth stiffly and bent over to look at the child in Jiuyelian.

Ning Buwei, who was watching, silently supported his forehead.

Sure enough, there was an earth-shattering cry immediately.

The picture in front of him suddenly began to blur, and Yan Lanpei's weak voice was a little embarrassed, "It's too early to go back."

Sure enough, the next moment the screen changed to ten years later.

"Ning Xingyuan! Don't let Ning Chengfeng pluck my leaves again! If you pluck me any more, you'll be bald!" Yan Lanpei said angrily.

Ning Xingyuan put his sleeves in his hands and smiled, "Who told you to provoke him all the time?"

Yan Lanpei said: "I really miss him, such a small guy has grown up so big, it's like raising a son."

Ning Xingyuan didn't change his face, and said to the boy who was holding Nine Leaf Lotus: "Chengfeng, Luteng said that it wants to be your father."

Ning Buwei suddenly exploded, and stretched out his hand to grab the vine to pluck its leaves, "Why doesn't he go to the sky!"

Yan Lanpei hid and complained: "Ning Xingyuan! Every time you provoke him!"

Ning Xingyuan smiled calmly and said, "How cute."

"All of you with the surname Ning have problems!" Yan Lanpei scolded.

Yan Lanpei was tied up by Ning Buwei, so angry that the leaves almost fell off, "Little bastard, when I transform into form, I must beat him up!"

"It said you were looking for a beating." Ning Xingyuan pinched the head and passed the word.

The boy was about to fight the vine with his sword in his hand.

Yan Lanpei asked Ning Xingyuan in distress, "Am I going to lose or win this time?"

Ning Xingyuan raised his head and glanced at the green hills in the distance, "He was sent back from Wanxuan Courtyard as a punishment by Mr. Let him win and be happy."

"Oh, it's really hard to coax a child." Yan Lanpei sighed and started fighting with the boy.

The momentum is huge, but in fact, it doesn't use [-]% of its skill.

Standing behind them 500 years later, Ning Buwei twitched the corners of his mouth as he listened to the ridiculous conversation.

After the boy left, Ning Xingyuan took Yan Lanpei to Shenyue Mountain.

"You retreat here and wait for the spring equinox to take shape." Ning Xingyuan put him back on the body.

The towering giant vines soared into the sky, and the roots underneath covered the entire Shenyue Mountain.

"I didn't play around with Chengfeng just now, I really planned to turn into a man." Yan Lanpei said: "A handsome and tall man."

Ning Xingyuan said helplessly: "What kind of appearance you want to transform into is your freedom."

Yan Lanpei said politely: "I still have to consider what you mean."

Ning Xingyuan paused for a moment and said, "Actually, I think—"

Yan Lanpei said, "What you mean is actually not that important."

Ning Xingyuan: "..."

What an assertive vine.

"After my transformation, I will definitely be taller than Ning Chengfeng." Yan Lanpei insisted.

"His [-]th birthday this year hasn't passed yet, and it will be longer." Ning Xingyuan said: "What is there to compete with him?"

"He plucks my leaves every day, and if he plucks a leaf of mine, I'll pull out one of his hairs." Yan Lanpei said earnestly: "Let him see the dangers in the world, and the vines can't be bullied."

Ning Xingyuan said helplessly and amusedly: "He should be on vacation on the day of the vernal equinox. I'll ask him to come back and watch your transformation."

"I want to be the first to see you, and the second to see him." The vines on the giant vine got entangled in his hair, and he pulled out one quietly.

Ning Xingyuan: "Yes...but don't pull my hair."

"You are incapable of discipline and let Chengfeng pick up my leaves. You two are guilty of the same crime."

Ning Xingyuan smiled and said, "You vine is really stingy."

One person and one vine watched the moon set on the top of Shenyue Mountain, chatting until midnight.

"I plan to teach Du Lu the rejuvenation array." Ning Xingyuan said.

Yan Lanpei was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say that riding the wind is more suitable than crossing the deer?"

"Chengfeng wants to cultivate the way of ruthlessness, and he won't listen to any persuasion. Now teaching him the rejuvenation array is harming him." Ning Xingyuan said: "Although Dulu's temper is somewhat flawed, he has a kind heart and a firm heart. Teach him It can also keep one side safe."

"But his surname is not Ning." Yan Lanpei reminded him. "The law is not passed lightly."

"Tao does not hide selfishness." Ning Xingyuan said: "Besides, he is my only direct disciple."

"How old are you? You're only 99 years old." Yan Lanpei said, "You're still a brat among monks."

"It's a long life in the mortal world." Ning Xingyuan stood up and said with a smile, "I'm going down the mountain. I'll pick you up on the vernal equinox."

Yan Lanpei's voice was very happy, "Call Chengfeng, but let him go behind you, I want to see you first."

"Okay." Ning Xingyuan walked for a while, then turned his head to stare at a small green vine crawling on the ground, "You are not allowed to go down the mountain before the spring equinox."

"Oh." The little vine crawled back aggrievedly, and turned to him after climbing halfway:

"Ning Xingyuan, you both have to come on the vernal equinox."

"all come."

"I want to see you first."

"rest assured."

Ning Xingyuan turned his head and glanced at the vine, "It doesn't need to be too tall, just a little shorter than me, Chengfeng can't grow very tall."

"Okay." Yan Lanpei happily waved the leaves at him.

The sun and the moon are full, and it is the vernal equinox in a blink of an eye.

Yan Lanpei, who turned into a human form, sat on the top of Shenyue Mountain, waiting for Ning Xingyuan and Ning Chengfeng to pick him up.

The vines turned into a human being, with a tall figure and a beautiful appearance. His stature was exactly one inch shorter than Ning Xingyuan, but a few inches taller than the young Ning Chengfeng. Except for this not very heroic face, everything else was very impressive. Vine is satisfied.

But he waited from sunrise to moonset, but no one came.

Ning Xingyuan set up a barrier on Shenyue Mountain, and he worked hard to break through the barrier from inside. He was going to scold Ning Xingyuan and Ning Chengfeng, two heartless people, but he froze in the air .

Under the orange-red sunset, there is a blood-colored Ningcheng.

He flew through the air, and there were broken arms, stumps and bones everywhere, and the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood bleeding and drifting in the oars were not enough to describe the tragedy here.

When Yan Lanpei arrived at the location of the Ning Mansion, the huge Ning Mansion had been turned into ruins, and he suddenly panicked.

"Ning Xingyuan!"

"Ride the wind!"

"Walking deer!"

He called the names of the people closest to him, but there was no response for a long time. He rushed to the place of Tan Huai Yuan and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Among the sapphire nine-leaf lotus bushes, there was a man standing there with his back to him.

Seeing the familiar figure, Yan Lanpei immediately felt relieved, and said the first sentence after his transformation:

"Ning Xing—"

puff.

A blood-stained long sword pierced Ning Xingyuan's neck, and the blood dripped onto the cyan petals.

"Ning Xingyuan!" Yan Lanpei called out to him in shock.

Hearing his voice, Ning Xingyuan seemed to want to turn around. Someone pulled out the long sword, and blood gushed out immediately, drawing a beautiful arc under the dark sky, and he fell back weakly.

Ning Buwei, who was floating in mid-air, suddenly constricted his pupils, and subconsciously reached out to catch the person, but the person passed through his translucent body and fell heavily to the ground.

Behind Ning Xingyuan, Du Lu held the blood-stained long sword in his hand, with a panicked expression on his face.

"No, it wasn't me...it wasn't me!" Du Lu shook his head in horror, and threw the sword to the ground, "I didn't kill it, it wasn't me..."

"Crossing--the deer--" Yan Lanpei yelled out filled with grief and indignation, and his whole body turned into a towering giant vine rooted in the Danhuai courtyard.

Countless vine blades stabbed Dulu, and the panicked person turned into a phantom and disappeared, no matter how hard Yan Lanpei looked for it, he couldn't find it.

Ning Buwei uncontrollably raised the vines to the sky, but his gaze was fixed on Ning Xingyuan.

The gentle and handsome man opened his eyes, and the black long gown was spread among the green nine-leaf lotus bushes, staring at him blankly, his always smiling eyes were dimmed, reflecting the glow of the sky.

Do not look down.

Ning Buwei opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

This is Yan Lanpei's Soul Tracing Realm, he is just a wandering soul that followed Yan Lanpei in, these are only Yan Lanpei's memories.

And his own memory of Ning Xingyuan will always remain in the hasty glance before turning around before the New Year's Eve.

He left the paperweight to Ning Xingyuan to carve, and said goodbye in a hurry as usual, and life and death have been separated since then.

When he came back, everything was turned upside down. It was said that the Ning family had killed millions of people in Xunfu and Canshang Erzhou, the weird and terrifying demon vines, and Ning Xingyuan, who was trying to turn the tide but unfortunately fell...

Everyone yelled at the Ning family to kill them.

There are very few people left alive in the Ning family. How glorious it was in the past, how desolate it is now. He fled alone, and even Ning Xingyuan's body was never found.

The vines soared into the sky, and the dense vines stretched across Ningcheng, expanding outwards, and they tried their best to cover most of Xun Mansion.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, boundless scorched earth.

The vine demon wailed, heartbroken.

The rejuvenation formation is centered in Zining City, gathering the mighty aura of heaven and earth, trying to defy the sky and resurrecting from death.

Suzaku slays evils and rejuvenates, Ning Xingyuan slays countless demons by virtue of the two, has also saved countless lives, and accumulated immeasurable merits. Under the influence of his ears and eyes, no one sees more and understands better than Yan Lanpei.

But he was not Ning Xingyuan after all.

The failure of the Rejuvenation Formation was a backlash, and the people he rescued turned into puppets of half vines and half ghosts. The monks who were rushed over mistook them for evil spirits and killed them all.

Yan Lanpei was heartbroken and wanted to stop them, but the backlash was too much, and countless vines turned into dead wood. Since then, he lost his cultivation and his spiritual consciousness, and he turned back into an ordinary vine.

The scene in front of him disintegrated into dots of stars, and rather than regaining consciousness, he saw Yan Lanpei, who was exhausted from heart failure, sitting on the ground, with half of his body turned into black withered vines.

"I don't remember when I gave birth to spiritual consciousness again... I cultivated in an unnamed mountain, with the help of a spiritual thing left by a fallen predecessor... That person's surname is Yan, so I dared to borrow her surname and take the name of Lan Pei... …It wasn’t until half a year ago that I got a fragment of the Suzaku Sword by accident, and I succeeded in transforming into it…so I came to seek revenge from Du Lu…”

Ning Buwei's expression moved slightly.

"In the past 500 years, his cultivation base has soared... What kind of Four Seasons Hall did he create...Using the flowering technique that Ning Xingyuan taught him before to turn people into his puppets..." Yan Lanpei laughed at himself, "It's the same as my failed rejuvenation It's... exactly the same..."

"Everyone in the city has been bewitched... I don't want to save them, I even want to absorb their spiritual power..."

"Ning Xingyuan saved so many people back then, but in the end...they hated him and taunted him after death...I don't want to be a good person..."

"But I saw you, and I thought I was wrong... They, they all said that you were possessed by a demon and died on Xingluoya a year ago... I don't believe it..."

"It's just that you are very cautious. No matter how I try to use the sepak takraw ball, I won't show my feet... If it weren't for the uncage seal, I wouldn't be sure... I know you hate me... You never liked me since you were a child..."

Ning Buwei tensed his jaw and looked at him with a pale face.

Yan Lanpei laughed: "But it's okay...you've seen it all, it was Ning Xingyuan who deliberately played tricks..."

"We're teasing you...you just love being serious..."

"Chengfeng, I like you very much..." Yan Lanpei looked at him with a smile, his voice gradually weakened, "Such a little baby has grown so tall...and so powerful..."

"Taller than your brother... Ning Xingyuan, a liar..." Yan Lanpei's consciousness was about to fade, and he was talking in a confused way, "Half a year ago, I got a fragment of the Suzaku knife... and the one that was pulled from you ...How can you throw away a child casually...The Wuqing Dao is not such a practice..."

There was a loud noise outside the city, and most of the barrier formed by the condensed vines collapsed. Yan Lanpei spat out blood suddenly, and stretched out his hand, with a withered seed lying on the palm.

"Your brother... was buried by me at the bottom of Shenyue Mountain... After I die, bury us together..."

Ning Buwei stared at him coldly and refused to answer.

"You are always so stubborn..." Yan Lanpei smiled and stuffed the seeds into Ning Xiu's swaddle, condensed the last bit of spiritual power, and transformed into a jade-colored leaf the size of a fingernail, hanging around Ning Xiu's neck.

"The child's three souls and seven souls are unstable... This piece of jade can help him stabilize temporarily, and at the same time cover up the aura of Linglong Gu... just treat it... as a gift for the child..."

"Chengfeng, you have to be good."

The hand that fell on Ning Xiu's swaddle also gradually turned into dead wood.

Finally there was no more sound.

Ning Buwei raised his bloody hand and touched the hand that turned into dead wood.

A drop of hot water fell on Ning Xiu's cheek.

Ning Xiuxiu stuffed the jade-colored leaf into his mouth and gnawed, startled by the hot water drop.

He was still too young to understand life and death in the world, he stared blankly at Ning Buwei's tense jaw, and asked a question: "Huh?"

As soon as the words fell, the overwhelming withered vines were all turned into dust, and the long sword outside the city finally condensed its final blow, but it was caught by Rourou the moment it touched the vines.

Countless phantoms of green vines linger in the dilapidated Linjiang City, turning into puppets of vines, monks who have lost their souls in the phantom formation, mortals crushed to death by the ruins, countless people who don't know their lives... It's like going back in time, and like The earth rejuvenated, resurrected from the dead under the boundless green spiritual power, and gently placed on the ground.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Many monks outside the city stood there in shock, watching the incredible scene in front of them.

Chu Bai was shocked and said, "It's a long-lost... Rejuvenation Formation."

The young monk didn't know why, and the older monks who had heard about or even seen Ning Xingyuan with their own eyes were all shocked and surprised.

Ning Xingyuan, a comprehension genius who jumped to the top of the list of secrets before he was a hundred years old, was famous for his superb Suzaku swordsmanship and the Rejuvenation Array.

With one hand, Suzaku cuts all evils, and with the other hand, it rejuvenates all life.

Two fragments of the Suzaku Knife fell into Ning Buwei's hands, together with the other two broken blades full of cracks, they were stacked in his palm, and the surging spiritual power inside followed his wound and barely closed his dantian, which was about to be broken. Lest he explode to death.

That spiritual power was even more consumed than the entire rejuvenation formation, like a silent preference and connivance for one's own children.

Countless monks lying on the ground woke up faintly, as if they were having a big, grotesque dream.

Feng Zizhang looked at the two senior brothers Han Ziyang and Zisong Zichen who had come back from the dead, his eyes turned red, and he burst into tears, and threw himself into the arms of the senior senior brother, weeping loudly.

Han Ziyang, who had just woken up, was still dazed, but was staggered by his junior brother and wiped away his tears.

Chu Sun looked at the fellow disciples and elders who had come back to life, and was filled with emotion, while Chu Xin was more honest than him, and jumped up directly.

The proprietress of the tailor shop looked at the ruined shop and touched the tattered clothes on her body, but there was no wound on her body.

The waiter in the shop was crying with joy as he hugged his newborn child and his mother-in-law.

The monk who thought he would die in the illusion looked at his intact spiritual consciousness in astonishment, recalling his behavior as if he lost his mind in the environment, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Qingyan and Zen Master Baiyu looked at each other, they both smiled wryly as they narrowly escaped death.

Countless bewildering seeds fell off their bodies, turned into fine powder and drifted away in the wind.

The monks from outside the city poured into Linjiang City, looking for their disciples and relatives, escaped from death, and reunited again. People always have a lot to say.

The greenery permeated the entire Linjiang City, and then quietly dissipated amidst countless cries of surprise.

Ning Buwei looked at everyone coldly, and put the withered seed in Ning Xiu's swaddle into his bosom together with the shards of the Suzaku knife.

Every time Yan Lanpei used the rejuvenation technique, she failed, but she finally succeeded once when she was about to die.

Saved a group of insignificant strangers.

Ning Buwei struggled to get up with Ning Xiu in his arms, passed through the lively crowd, and walked slowly out of the city alone.

"Du Lu deserved his death, but I didn't save Mei Luoxue and the group of people who robbed Ning Xiu. '

'I can't be a bad guy. '

But being a good person is really not reconciled. '

"Chengfeng, it's so difficult to be a human being." '

Yan Lanpei's distant voice rang in his ears, followed by a sigh, and finally completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

How difficult it is to live.

Behind Ning Buwei is the noisy and dilapidated Linjiang City, and in front of him is the endless sky.

Holding Ning Xiu in his arms, he staggered a step, his exhausted body finally couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground and passed out.

The sky is far and the earth is wide, and the autumn wind is bleak.

As the sun sets, the light orange and light purple sunset glow spreads layer upon layer, adding a bit of expansive warmth to the endless silence.

-

Ning Xiu dragged his lifeless father into his sea of ​​consciousness with great difficulty, and was so tired and wronged that he was about to shed tears, and moaned in Chu Jun's arms.

His father's sea of ​​consciousness was so scary, he searched for a long time to find his father, but his father was very vigilant and would not let him approach at all.

Fortunately, his father passed out, so he dragged him into his sea of ​​consciousness with difficulty.

He never wanted to enter his father's sea of ​​consciousness again, it was uncomfortable and frightening.

It's still in vain, warm and clean, and will sing to him.

Chu Jun froze when he saw a large cloud of black mist being dragged in by the little guy.

This cloud of black mist...why does it look so familiar?

If he was not mistaken, this black mist should be the monk who brazenly stole the spiritual power in his sea of ​​consciousness twice, was so courageous enough to use his consciousness to enter his sea of ​​consciousness, and even made a mistake with him.

For a moment, Chu Jun wanted to slash this daring bastard with his palm.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu in his arms patted his arm anxiously.

Hurry up in vain~

With frost on his face, Chu Jun looked down at the little guy in his arms, "Is he your 'mother'?"

Although the divine contact was hasty, he could feel that the other party was... a man.

Chu Jun was even more puzzled, how could a man give birth to him a son?

Could it be that he has been in seclusion for many years and has been unable to keep up with the development of the cultivation world?Can men have children too?

This weird thought made the nearly thousand-year-old ancestor feel his scalp tingling.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu patted him, twisting impatiently in his arms.

Save Daddy for nothing~

Chu Jun pinched his little feet helplessly