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

The gust of wind whizzed by the edge of the cliff, and when you looked up, you could look at the huge full moon, emitting a cold light.

When you look down, there are clouds and mist, and the gravel falls for a long time without hearing the echo.

Two people hang on the steep cliff.

Jiang Yi was grasping the broad sword stuck in the crevice of the stone, the veins on the back of his hand popped out, and the other arm tightly hugged the waist of the young man in blue to prevent him from falling off.

The boy's head was down, the dark green blood on the wound on his shoulder had solidified, his whole body was cold, Jiang Yizheng couldn't even feel his breathing, he had the illusion that he was dragging a dead person.

They have been hanging here for nearly six hours.

The young man passed out immediately after being stabbed in the shoulder by Wu Liang. She couldn't beat Wu Liang and Chen Feng's few foundations at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and was quickly defeated; The blatant murder actually knocked her unconscious and threw the fainted young man off the highest cliff of the Thirteen Peaks.

Fortunately, she knew she couldn't beat her, so she saved some spiritual power to pretend to be stunned. At the critical moment, she sacrificed her broad sword and pierced into the cliff, holding on to the boy tightly. The two of them fell for a long time before barely stopping. down.

The results were not much better.

The two of them hung on the bottomless cliff, all relying on her strength to hold on.

But there is always a time when strength runs out.

She refines Qi to the sixth floor and doesn't know how to use a sword. If she can barely climb up by herself, it is absolutely impossible to bring this young man with her.

The wind on the cliff was strong, and the two men were shaking like two dead fish in the strong wind. The broad sword inserted into the mountain wall was obviously loose, and small gravels were constantly falling down.

Jiang Yizheng's heart was half cold, his arms were sore and painful, he gritted his teeth, and looked down at the boy.

She couldn't tell if the other person was still alive.

If he was dead, there was no point in her dragging a corpse, it would drag herself down, let him go and she could climb up by herself.

let him go.

Let go.

Jiang Yi was persuading himself, but the next moment he said:

But he was only stabbed in the shoulder, and he might still be alive.

He saved my life and couldn't let it go.

I don't know how many times this kind of dialogue has been carried out in the six hours, and every time she wanted to let him go, she gritted her teeth and persisted.

If I can't stand it anymore, I will let him go.Jiang Yi was thinking, I also want to live.

But never let go.

If her father knew that she had done such an ungrateful thing, he would definitely not recognize her.

Just as Jiang Yi was thinking wildly, a gust of wind blew away the thick clouds under their feet, and she heard an extremely subtle "click".

Like a stone hitting the ground—Jiang Yizheng lowered his head suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

Less than a foot below her feet, a flat stone just protruded, like a stone platform specially built by people, even if she couldn't support the two of them falling, she would be caught by the stone platform.

It's just that the stone platform happened to be covered by clouds before.

And she gritted her teeth and persisted for nearly six hours, from life to death, from gravel to heaven, she had countless psychological struggles, and she was almost entangled with her inner demons-but she didn't want the way of life to be close at hand.

Jiang Yizheng: "..."

What a desperate situation, I am born and the sky never dies.

The strength in the arms was lost in an instant, and the two fell straight to the top of the stone platform, making two muffled sounds.

The surface of this stone platform is as smooth as jade, the temperature is suitable, and the strong wind blows, but it is a detour. If he hadn't just experienced life and death, Jiang Yizheng would be very happy to watch the moon here.

But the reality didn't allow her to think too much, she hurried to check on the boy's condition, put her finger under the boy's nose, not breathing at all.

Jiang Yizheng suddenly felt sad, and the benefactor was still dead.

However, before she could finish her grief, the boy opened his eyes faintly under the moonlight, staring at her blankly, the green in his eyes flashed past.

Jiang Yizheng was terrified, he rolled and climbed his whole body to the stone wall, looking at the boy in horror, howling in his heart.

Dad help me ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !

-

The mountain fog was damp and cold, and the door of the small kitchen was pushed open and closed.

Ning Buwei turned around with the child in one hand and rice cereal in the other, and looked at the person coming.

The man's eyebrows are warm, his long hair is scattered, he only wears obscene clothes, and an indigo coat is loosely draped over the outside, his eyes are sleepy.

Seeing that Ning Buwei was still holding a child in his arms, a flash of understanding flashed across his eyes, "Well, it turns out that Fellow Daoist is cooking for the child."

Ning Buwei glanced at him indifferently, feeling that this person was meddling in his own business, so he went to the table and sat down and began to feed Ning Xiu rice cereal.

Who would have thought that the man was familiar, and sat across the table without seeing anything else, and smiled at Ning Xiu who was in his arms, his eyes were full of love, "How old is the child?"

Ning Buwei was a little annoyed, but still couldn't help but make up his mind, "It's just been a full moon."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu finally ate the glutinous rice he had been thinking about, and clicked his small mouth in satisfaction.

The little yellow dog on the spoon was also visibly happy, and his tail swung quickly.

Ning Buwei: "..."

"It's so cute." The other party said with gentle eyes, "Can I hug him?"

Ning Buwei raised his eyelids to look at him, and ruthlessly refused, "No."

"Hmm." The other party smiled regretfully at Ning Xiu, "I just like children very much."

Ning Buwei felt that the person who came to the kitchen in the middle of the night was very suspicious, but he heard the next sentence: "Daoist friend, don't get me wrong, I just got up in the middle of the night to drink water, and I found my small kitchen with light, so I came to have a look."

Ning Buwei slapped the hand holding the spoon, "Your kitchen?"

The other party cupped his hands at him and said with a smile: "The disciple of the Linggu Sect thanked him for his wine. He was invited by Shisanfeng to be a cook a few days ago. This small kitchen is for me to cook some food for myself."

Ning Buwei fed Ning Xiu rice cereal without changing his face, "The kitchen is good."

Xie Jiu smiled, and said: "Fellow Daoist, you can use it, but I don't use it often on weekdays."

Ning Xiu, who drank only half a bowl of rice cereal, refused to drink any more, nestled in Ning Buwei's arms and yawned a little, his little mouth was still smeared with mush.

The fluffy little yellow dog on the spoon also yawned.

Ning Buwei took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then picked up the bowl and drank the remaining rice porridge in one gulp, and said to Xiejiu, "Thank you."

Get up and leave.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute." Xie Jiu also stood up, and asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist doesn't look like a disciple of Yunzhongmen, can you tell me his name? It's time to make a friend."

Ning Buwei said with a blank expression: "No need, my mother won't let me make friends."

After speaking, he left without looking back, leaving Xie Jiu alone in the wind.

Ning Bu was preparing to go back to the firewood room with Ning Xiu who was asleep. Suddenly, the handyman’s house in the dining room was brightly lit and very noisy. There were also many disciples coming with swords, and the spiritual power of the sword’s tail streaked across the road in the night. streamer.

There were also those who went to the firewood room behind the dining room, and they came fiercely.

Ning Buwei immediately changed direction and chose a hidden path.

Although he didn't know what happened, but according to his intuition developed over the years of making troubles, it's best not to go back now.

At this moment, the fragments of the Suzaku knife in his arms began to buzz and vibrate again.

Ning Buwei took out the fragment and looked at the direction it showed again, the position indicated by the day had changed—the fragment of Suzaku Knife was moving.

He originally planned to take a while to recover from his injuries, but judging by the situation tonight, it is obviously impossible, so it is better to make a quick decision, get the fragments and leave the place of trouble.

It's just that he has no spiritual power right now, and none of the four pieces of Suzaku Knife are in stock. He can't practice forcefully, and the pieces are moving, maybe they were carried by someone. He has no cultivation base and spiritual power, so I'm afraid he won't be able to get any good .

Ning Buwei searched all his belongings, but he threw them aside casually, and finally took out three Jade Spirit Pills.

Jade Spirit Pill, a high-grade heaven-grade pill, can be used to extend life when life is in danger. Taking it normally can boost your cultivation, and if you are lucky, you can even advance it. pieces.

Before, his dantian meridians were broken, and he was blind after eating.

If he eats it now, it will be somewhat useful, at least he has enough spiritual power, but unfortunately the inside of his dantian is still broken, which may damage his spiritual consciousness.

Ning Buwei usually would not do this kind of loss-making business, but the current situation does not allow him to hesitate, his spiritual knowledge can be cultivated slowly in the future, first get the shards of the Suzaku knife.

He swallowed two Jade Spirit Pills, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his dantian, which spread along his limbs, almost preventing him from hugging Ning Xiu.

But the surging spiritual power that followed made him feel happy even in the severe pain, the scarlet in his eyes flashed, and he showed an excited smile in the dark.

Taking out a sword casually from the pile of odds and ends, Ning Buwei stuffed the sleeping Ning Xiu into his front and pasted a talisman, taking advantage of the moonlight, he rushed into the sky with his sword and man silently.

Ning Buwei Yujian's speed is extremely fast, and he doesn't hide it at all, and of course the big devil doesn't bother to hide it.

Han Ziyang took people to the boarding house and the firewood house, but they didn't find anyone. Everyone was rushing back to the punishment hall with their swords, when suddenly a gust of wind passed by, rolling up countless clouds.

"What a strong wind!" Someone raised his sleeve to cover his face.

Han Ziyang frowned, "Did someone pass by just now?"

"How is it possible?" A junior brother said: "Who dares to use such a speed to control the sword, is it too long?"

"Someone is really a lunatic." Someone said indifferently: "Although Yujian is fast, it pays attention to using spiritual power to control the wind. If it is so fast, it is not afraid that the spiritual power will be exhausted and be counterattacked."

"Perhaps I was wrong." Han Ziyang nodded, "The father and daughter that Zizhang brought back both disappeared strangely, there must be something strange, let's go back and report to Master."

"Feng Zizhang will only cause troubles all day long." Someone said indignantly: "In my opinion, we are purely implicated by him this time, and the success is more than failure..."

Han Ziyang glanced at him, and the man dared not speak any more.

A group of people hurried back to the punishment hall with the sword, but found three furtive figures outside the hall.

"Who!?" Han Ziyang shouted.

Even if some disciples stepped forward to take those three down, they were none other than the outer disciples Wu Liang, Chen Feng and Sun Zhi.

"Big brother." Sun Zhi was the least courageous, thinking of the two people who were thrown off the cliff by them at noon today, his legs went limp.

Chen Feng cursed secretly that it was too much to reveal.

The three of them were going to attack that useless man tonight, but in the middle of the night, the miscellaneous service shed and the firewood room were brightly lit, they were in shock, afraid that the matter would be exposed, and saw many inner disciples coming out of the punishment hall, so they thought Come here to find out.

Originally they were far away, but they were caught by Han Ziyang who came back.

Others didn't dare to make too much noise because of their kinship with Chen Zichu, Wu Zisong and others, but Han Ziyang, as the chief disciple of Thirteen Peaks, was upright and decisive. Bind them into the punishment hall.

Wen He sat on the main seat, looking at the disciples who came in.

"Report to Master, that female cultivator is not in the handyman's house, and the father and son are not seen in the firewood room. The disciple has sent people to search around the Thirteen Peaks." Han Ziyang said.

Wen He frowned deeply. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the second disciple Chen Zichu's expression. Following his gaze, he saw Wu Liang and the others who were tied up. "Who is this?"

"Master, these three people are sneaking around outside the punishment hall, acting suspiciously." Han Ziyang told the truth, "I ordered someone to bring them in."

"Master, this disciple was wronged, and the three disciples were just passing by." Wu Liang pretended to be calm.

Chen Feng also agreed, and even Chen Zichu and Wu Zisong Wu Zichen came out to intercede. Wen Heshen was still manipulating the person-finding talisman and was not in the mood to deal with these trivial matters. The person-finding talisman suddenly lit up, and he stood up abruptly Come.

Sun Zhi, who was the least courageous, thought he had seen something, and was so frightened that he kowtowed and begged for mercy, crying, "Master, please forgive me! Master please forgive me!!"

Chen Feng and Wu Liang secretly thought it was going to be bad, and stared at Sun Zhi through gritted teeth.

"Say." Wen He was so powerful that Sun Zhi was frightened with just one sound.

"Duanchangya... at Duanchangya! Master, please forgive me!!" Sun Zhi kowtowed repeatedly.

In desperation, Chen Feng had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly cut off his words: "This afternoon we happened to see that female handyman fighting with a young man in the uniform of an inner sect disciple. Both of them fell off the cliff. Only, just want to come to the Hall of Punishment to repent and rehabilitate!"

In the abyss below Broken Intestine Cliff, even if the bodies of the two were found, there would be no evidence of their death, so they were determined not to be implicated.

Wen Heshen's expression changed, "Does that young man have a badge?"

"No, no." Chen Feng stuttered when he stared at him like this.

"Take them and follow me to Broken Intestine Cliff!" Wen He shouted coldly.

-

The gust of wind that passed over Han Ziyang and others just now was already standing on the edge of the cliff.

Although the dantian was about to burst in pain, the big devil finally flew freely again, feeling very happy.

But after he landed on the cliff indicated by Suzaku Broken Knife and recognized where it was, his smile slightly subsided.

Here is the highest cliff of Thirteen Peaks - Changsheng Cliff.

When he was young, he and Cui Ci came to find Wen Zaiye, and they liked staying here the most, with the sea of ​​clouds rolling under their feet, and the bright moon visible when they looked up, lively and noisy.

Now the bright moon and sea of ​​clouds are still there.

The backs of the people on the cliff are desolate, and the people below the cliff are trembling.

Jiang Yizheng swallowed nervously, staring at the pale boy in front of him, and asked, "You, are you still alive?"

But the young man didn't seem to hear his words, he raised his head and stared blankly at the bright moon, and murmured: "Here... the moon is the best to see, Cheng Feng and Ah Ci... both like it."

Hearing the word "Chengfeng", Jiang Yizheng said in a daze, "Do you know Senior Li Chengfeng?"

"No, Chengfeng's surname is Ning." The boy turned his head and smiled at her, "Ning Chengfeng, the young master of Ningcheng in Xunfu, is my best friend."

Jiang Yizheng didn't know Ning Chengfeng, but since he was a child, he knew that Ning would be beaten by everyone in the cultivation world, so he didn't dare to answer, and said with a dry smile, "That's it."

Then he changed the subject and asked the boy, "Are you a disciple of Yunzhongmen?"

The young man nodded, "I've heard this from you, my teacher has heard from you."

Jiang Yizheng didn't think about it in panic before, but now she has calmed down. Although she has only been in Yunzhongmen for a few days, she has heard other servants mention that the current peak owner of Thirteen Peaks is Wen He Elder Shen is the only direct disciple of the previous peak master Wen Si.

It has never been heard that Wen Si has another disciple named Wen Zaiye.

Moreover, Elder Wen Si passed away 400 years ago, and the young man in front of him looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the time was wrong——

Just as she was about to continue asking, someone suddenly jumped off the cliff and landed on the stone platform gracefully, wearing black clothes with wide sleeves and awe-inspiring killing intent.

Jiang Yi was staring in shock at the handsome man in front of him who was cruel, arrogant and unrestrained, his mouth trembled as soon as his mouth twitched, "Daddy, daddy!?"

Ning Buwei's eyes swept over her lightly, Jiang Yizheng suddenly became as quiet as a little quail, immediately shut up and obediently stuck to the cliff wall and pretended to be dead.

The vibration of Suzaku's Broken Knife became more and more intense, and it pointed directly at the young man in green shirt whose back was facing him.

The Suzaku Broken Knife is on this person!

A gleam of interest flashed in Ning Buwei's eyes, ready to kill and grab the knife.

A cold light flashed across the blade of the sword, and just as he was about to strike, the young man in green suddenly turned around.

Under the bright moon, the sea of ​​clouds is churning.

In the howling mountain wind, after 500 years, the old man was caught off guard and reunited.

Ning Buwei suddenly froze the wanton and arrogant expression on his face.

Wen Jaeye still looks like the boy he was 500 years ago, still a little immature and ignorant, and overlaps with the bloody and hoarse figure in his memory in a trance, but there are strange strangeness in some places.

Wen Zaiye's empty eyes fell on this man who appeared suddenly, he looked at him for a while, smiled slightly, and said slowly: "Is this fellow Taoist also coming to enjoy the moon?"

The old man reunited but didn't know each other.

Under the moonlight like water, Ning Buwei suddenly thought, I must have changed a lot, and he didn't recognize me.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his astonishment and surprise, and thought, It's a good thing he didn't recognize me.

When his friend who died for 500 years returned to the world, he searched all over his body, but couldn't find any real joy.

Putting away the long sword, Ning Buwei looked at a loss.

"Yes, I... come to watch the moon too." He heard himself say.