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

There is no time for good deeds.

"Put them in prison first." Shen Ze waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to take Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng down.

Feng Zizhang was punched on the left side of the face, and one eye was swollen to the point where he couldn't open it. Jiang Yizheng was supporting him, but a disciple violently pulled him away.

"I can't die, hurry up!"

Jiang Yizheng staggered a step forward, gritted his teeth, but didn't reply.

Shen Ze looked at Lu Shen who was dragged up from behind with a smile, tilted his head and asked the people next to him, "What's the name of the new cook at Ruogufeng Ling Canteen?"

"It seems to be Xie, hey, why is Xie?" The man frowned.

Lu Shen's face was very ugly, "What did you ask him to do?"

"Look at how stunning that cook is that makes my Junior Brother Lu so worried." Shen Ze snorted.

Lu Shen suppressed his anger and said, "Friend Daoist Xie and I are friends of gentlemen, so don't slander us!"

Shen Ze raised his eyebrows, sat on the chair and raised his legs, raised his eyebrows and said: "Are you not interested in him?"

Lu Shen said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you, the two fellow Taoists just now are also innocent, you are just looking for money."

"I'm not only interested in money, I'm also interested in sex." Shen Ze curled his lips, "Bring me that cook named Xie!"

"Shen Ze!" Lu Shen angrily sacrificed his natal sword, "Don't bully others too much!"

Shen Ze clapped his palms and laughed, "Come on, get out of the way, I want to see how capable he is!"

Lu Shen was quite good-looking, but his skills were really mediocre. Before Shen Ze had tried ten moves, he was slashed on the back with a sword, and then someone tripped him, and he fell to the ground.

"Guard Shen, the cook surnamed Xie brought it here." A disciple stepped forward and said.

"Oh? Just right, bring it up." Shen Ze kicked Lu Shen in the stomach, kicking him until he spat out blood.

"Fellow Daoist Lu!" Jiang Yizheng grabbed the railing violently.

Although she and Feng Zizhang were locked up, they happened to see the outside through the iron railing. Seeing Lu Shen's miserable state, both of them felt angry.

At this moment, a person walked in from the outside.

This man was tall and tall, with fine features, gentle temperament, and sparkling peach eyes. Even wearing a gray robe, he could not hide his temperament at all. It was hard to believe that he was just an ordinary cook.

When he came in and saw this scene, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he clasped his fists to Shen Ze who was sitting in the main seat and said, "Thank you for drinking in Xialing Canteen. I heard that Manager Shen is looking for me?"

"Thank you for the wine?" Shen Ze raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "You look really good."

Xie Jiu glanced at him calmly, "Guan Shen is absurd."

Jiang Yi was looking at this person outside, feeling familiar, and whispered to Feng Zizhang next to him: "Have we met this person before?"

Although Feng Zizhang could only open one eye, his gaze was not bad. He asked in surprise, "The person we kidnapped from the Yunzhongmen Xunjie Hall?"

After Feng Zizhang said this, Jiang Yizheng recalled it, and asked suspiciously: "Why did he come to Wushizong?"

"It should be invited by the Wushi Sect. Many disciples of the Linggu Sect will be invited by other sects to be cooks, and they will earn a lot of Lingshi." Feng Zizhang said with a sad look: "Such a big thing happened in Thirteen Peaks , the outer disciples have all gone to other peaks, and there is no need for any cooks."

Recalling the past, Feng Zizhang is still inevitably sentimental.

Jiang Yizheng patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, it's over."

"I can't get through this." Shen Ze sneered, stepped on Lu Shen's face, bent down and said, "Do you still remember how you humiliated me back then? Don't bully young people and be poor, Lu, teacher, brother. "

Xie Jiu looked down at the disciple who was trampled on the ground, "This is—"

The surroundings were silent for a moment.

Immediately there was a burst of laughter.

Shen Ze stepped on Lu Shen and laughed, "So he doesn't even know you! Lu Shen, you're so affectionate!"

-

"Er Treasure, you can't eat this." The female cultivator who was holding the child took a small wooden toy away from the child, "If you eat it, worms will grow in your stomach."

The child looked at Ning Xiu two times older, grabbed his mother's fingers, and repeated in a childish voice: "Mother~ eat~ There are worms in my belly~"

"That's right, so you can't eat it." The nun coaxed him with a smile, "Your father went to buy you some snacks, let's go find him, shall we?"

"Okay~" The child's eyes lit up, and he smiled and pointed in the direction, "Daddy~Daddy~"

"Little troublemaker." A purple-clothed monk came striding forward from the front and hugged him from the female nun's arms. "Are you obediently listening to your mother?"

"Yes~" The child was moving around in his father's arms, "Dim sum!"

Then he accidentally kicked someone passing by.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The male cultivator who was holding the child hurriedly turned around and apologized. When he turned his head, he saw a very handsome monk looking at his son. He didn't look displeased. Light or not—"

"It's okay." Ning Buwei looked away, "How old is he?"

"One and a half years old." The monk smiled.

Ning Buwei looked at the child, "How good is he at talking?"

"It will be around one year old." The child's mother came over and touched the child's head, "Friend Daoist, do you have children in your family?"

"Yeah." Ning Buwei nodded, "It's been three months."

"I'll be better in three months." The female cultivator smiled helplessly, "After the talking teacher left, he was very naughty."

Although she spoke with distaste, she still wrapped a small cloak around him very gently, and tugged at the small pants that were wrinkled by him.

Ning Buwei recalled that every time he had wrapped his son in swaddling clothes roughly, he suddenly felt that the child was still taken care of by his mother.

I don't know if his son's beautiful father is okay.

Ning Buwei was thinking like this, when the missing person talisman in his hand moved, he looked down and narrowed his eyes.

There is no time, but good deeds.

Why did those two little fools go to Wushizong again?

Anyway, he was the one who brought them out, at least he couldn't let these two little idiots get into trouble with him.

Although there was no Chu Xin to lead the way this time, Ning Buwei sneaked into the mountain gate familiarly, and made a trick, and changed his black clothes into the white clothes and ink gauze of Wushizong, which was originally tied at the back of his head at random. Her black hair was also tied up by a jade-colored headband.

The originally evil and arrogant person suddenly transformed into a well-behaved disciple of the sect, even his hair was tied up meticulously.

He awkwardly tugged at the jade pendant hanging from his belt, looked at the snow-blue headband that had been replaced for a while, and stuffed it in the hem of his clothes casually.

Although he couldn't use too much spiritual power, Ning didn't think he was leading the formation with talismans, and quickly sneaked into the periphery of the Shangong Department.

Wushi Sect’s Shangong Department is the place where Wushi’s disciples come to exchange for resources or spirit stones after completing the mission of the sect. Generally speaking, this kind of place is very luscious. Dafeng and Dagu are closely related.

Shangong is located in Jinlin Peak, one of the 72 peaks of Wushizong. The aura of the spirit veins is above average.

I am afraid that others will not know that they are rich.

The main hall of the Shangong Office was crowded with people, and most of them were disciples who came to exchange resources or spirit stones after completing the missions of the sect. There were also some wandering around, usually to exchange resources, but relatively speaking, it took some time.

Ning Buwei walked among them in white and ink gauze, except for the lack of a flying sword, he was not very eye-catching—at least not as eye-catching as the one in bright red.

A drop of bright red was mixed between the pure white and the black color, not only would you rather not do it, but the steward on duty at the Shangong Department also attracted the attention, stepped forward and asked, "May I ask, is this fellow Taoist a disciple of the Timeless Sect? "

Chu Jun manipulated his avatar and nodded slightly. He had a headache from being quarreled by a group of people, so he spoke very coldly, "Have you ever seen someone bring two casual cultivators back?"

He followed the group of disciples all the way, but Ning Xiu cried suddenly in the middle. It is a bit difficult for him to control three bodies at the same time at the current Jindan stage, so he lost his attention for a while.

It's just that the master uncle has always been used to being an elder, and there is a sense of oppression when he speaks. The first time the steward saw such a rude person, he was taken aback for a while, but soon realized that this was just an ordinary Jindan stage monk. , suddenly felt unhappy, and his tone was not very good, "Do you have the sect badge of Wushizong? Which peak do you belong to? Who did you learn from?"

Even the little monks who are just getting started know that they should not mess with someone who has good deeds, because this person doesn't know what to do.

Chu Jun frowned slightly, "Waist card?"

Didn't Wu Shizong always use divine perception to identify people?

It's a pity that the master uncle hadn't had time to ask, and the steward sneered, "Heh, since you don't have a badge, who are you? How did you get in here!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Chu Jun caught a glimpse of the jade plaque on the waist of the passing disciple, moved his fingertips slightly, and then handed the jade plaque to the steward expressionlessly.

The steward stretched out his hand to take it, and saw that it said: Yijianfeng, Chu Shan.

The steward was stunned for a moment, "Yi Jianfeng? Chu Qiu?"

Ning Buwei, who happened to be passing by, heard Yi Jianfeng's footsteps pause slightly, turned his head and met the other's plain face, and leaned back slightly.

In all fairness, this face looks a bit too sloppy.

Naturally, Chu Jun also saw Ning Buwei, and this guy had changed into the uniform white shirt and ink gauze of Wu Shizong, which could barely give people a feeling of "righteousness".

Ning Buwei smiled slightly, "May I ask who is Yijian Feng Chushan?"

Chu Jun: "..."

He had promised the other party before that Yijianfeng was the only one, so he just casually made up another Chu Qiu.

"Chu Shan is my elder brother." Chu Jun said without changing his face.

Ning Buwei looked at him with a complicated expression, "Are you brothers?"

"I have practiced outside for a long time, and I just returned to the sect," Chu Jun nodded, and made amends for the past: "Brother always thought that I had fallen."

Ning Buwei had a hard time imagining how there could be such a big difference in the appearance of brothers who were siblings from the same mother, and his expression became more complicated, "...Your brother must be very happy that you are not dead."

Chu Jun: "...Thank you."

The steward handed the badge back to him, and his tone was still bad, "Change back to the disciple's uniform immediately, how ostentatious it is to dress so ostentatiously!"

Chu Jun took the waist card and glanced at him indifferently, "When did the Department of Good Merit be so lenient?"

The steward didn't know why his back felt faintly cold, but he still held up his momentum and said sharply, "Hurry up and change it!"

Ning Buwei twitched his brows slightly, although this Chu Qiu looked a bit shabby, but no matter what, he was also the child's mother's younger brother, a serious uncle...

The light in his hand moved slightly, and he patted the manager's shoulder with a smile, "Don't be so loud."

The steward's eyes froze for a moment, and after a while he nodded stiffly, "Okay, okay, okay."

Chu Jun looked at his hand, and found that the tied knot on it looked familiar - so familiar that he seemed to tie it for the other party himself.

You don't need to think about it to know that it is the masterpiece of his "obsessed" spirit.

"There are two more casual practitioners here?" Ning Buwei continued to ask.

"Yes, Shen Ze is interrogating them in the prison underground in the apse." The steward said with dull eyes and a stiff tone.

I would rather not lift my foot and leave.

The steward stood there motionless.

With a flick of Chu Jun's fingers hidden in his sleeves, a gleam of light fell on the manager's shoulders, and the evil spirit left behind by Ning Buwei was rolled into his sleeves, and then followed.

Ning Buwei went all the way as if he had entered a land of no one, and black evil spirits sprinkled all the way. Chu Jun followed closely, and wrapped all the scattered evil spirits into his sleeves. Many disciples who were touched by Ning Buwei just looked It froze for a moment and then returned to normal, completely unaware of what happened.

Chu Jun held his sleeves full of evil spirits, and thought that this guy might not be trying to attract all the elder peak masters of the 72nd Peak, but the overflowing evil spirits alone would be enough for them to start a big battle.

He finally knew why the child's father was fighting every day.

Ning Buwei naturally noticed the movement of the person behind him, so he would not be so thoughtless to spread evil everywhere, but at first the other party swept away the evil spirit and kept quiet, which made him a little curious, so he couldn't help but want to tease him.

Unexpectedly, he let it go all the way, and rolled it all the way to the convenience, without missing a trace.

But still silent.

Not to mention beating and killing him.

If it were any other Wushizong disciples, they would have already shouted for someone to kill demons.

Ning Buwei thought it was interesting. There was almost no one in the corridor of the apse. He stopped and turned to look at the other party with a half-smile, "Why are you following me?"

Chu Jun frowned and said, "Don't be so ostentatious."

Ning Buwei felt that it was more interesting, and he took a few steps towards Chu Jun with his arms folded, "Know me? Did your brother tell you?"

Chu Jun: "...um."

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "What did he tell you?"

Chu Jun looked at him expressionlessly, "Say you are the child's other father."

The smile on Ning Buwei's face gradually widened, "Didn't I tell you that I am an evil cultivator? You, an orthodox cultivator, dare to follow me to get rid of my evil spirit?"

Chu Shan had entered his sea of ​​consciousness, so he naturally knew what he was cultivating, and no fool would mistake the dark evil spirits in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Jun manipulated the red-clothed body and grabbed his wrist, stuffed the large cloud of black air collected along the way into his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't mess around."

By now, he could see that this guy did it on purpose.

Ning Buwei subconsciously took back the cloud of evil energy, and then shook off the opponent's hand.

What the hell is wrong with one or two of them grabbing other people's wrists at every turn!

Hearing this tone, those who didn't know thought he was the ancestor of the Ning family.

The big devil was very upset when he heard that, he would not teach others to be cheerful if he was unhappy, he curled his mouth, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Forget it, for your brother's sake, go back quickly .”

The tone was quite subtle, but it was hard to tell where the subtlety was. Before Chu Jun could react, the man in front of him said with dignity: "After all, he gave birth to a son for me."

Chu Jun's eyes froze, "Give you... a son?"

Ning Buwei was noncommittal, gave him a meaningful look, turned and left.

-

Apse Dungeon.

"Brat, didn't you hear when I told you to open the ring?" Someone snapped.

"This is mine!" Feng Zizhang held Najie tightly in his hand.

"Tsk." Shen Ze kicked him on the chin.

Feng Zizhang fell to the ground like a dead fish, Shen Ze walked over and grabbed his hair, and said in a low voice: "Boy, hand over the things, and I will spare the lives of you and your sister. Know the time—"

"Although your younger sister doesn't look very good, she can barely look at it." He laughed lowly.

The others laughed tacitly when they heard the words.

Behind the iron railing, Jiang Yizheng and Xie Jiu were trapped together, while Lu Shen next to him had been beaten to death. Jiang Yizheng couldn't hear what they were saying, but he instinctively sensed the danger from the disgusting eyes of those people.

"How dare you!" Feng Zizhang suddenly raised his strength from the ground without knowing where it came from, and smashed his fist on Shen Ze's face, angrily said: "I'll kill you!"

A crystal-clear exquisite ball was thrown from his palm, and then it exploded in size in an instant, and the radiant fairy energy immediately filled the entire dungeon. Taking advantage of the time when everyone was in a daze, he broke through the heavy lock of the dungeon with a single sword. , grabbed Jiang Yizheng's arm and pushed her out, "Go!"

Jiang Yizheng ran outside without saying a word.

"Crack!"

A long sword slashed the exquisite ball into pieces, Shen Ze sneered angrily, "Fancy things!"

Feng Zizhang raised his sword and went up to meet him. After a few moves, he was stabbed in the thigh by a sword. Shen Ze twisted the hilt of the sword violently, and the wound burst open suddenly. Feng Zizhang let out a scream.

"If you don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine, you will naturally become ownerless after you die." Shen Ze pulled out the blood-stained sword from his thigh, grabbed it with his palm, and smashed Jiang Yi who hadn't run far. Just as he caught her back, he grabbed her chin and dragged her to Feng Zizhang, condescendingly said: "By the way, let me show you how your sister was ruined to death."

Jiang Yizheng thought he was strong, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free. Instead, someone tore off her front, revealing a large piece of her shoulders.

"Let go... her!" Feng Zizhang's eyes were red, he was struggling to get up from the ground, but he was pinned to the ankle with a sword, and he screamed again.

"Stop! Stop! Let him go!" Jiang Yizheng shouted and cried, "Stop!"

"Oh, cut off his feet for me." Shen Ze grabbed Jiang Yizheng by the neck, tore off her clothes, and said in a cold tone, "Isn't your father so powerful that he can give you the Jade Spirit Pill? Why now? Not coming to save you? You should call your father."

Several disciples around heard the words and laughed.

"I'm afraid it's not a casually made up dad!"

"Two idiots deserve to fall into our hands!"

"Hey, actually, if you take a closer look, this girl looks pretty good—"

Shen Ze reached out and clasped her shoulder, "Tsk, there is a beautiful butterfly birthmark here, cry, your father won't come to save you even if you cry to death—"

"Bang!" The door of the dungeon was kicked open.

Before the people in the dungeon could react, a few pieces of broken knives flew towards them with a strong black air, and they were nailed into the shoulders of several people. The bright red blood instantly stained the white clothes, and the dungeon suddenly wailed. One sound.

Ning Buwei walked in with a sullen face, his eyes swept over the half-dead disciples of the Wushi Sect on the ground, and then at Feng Zizhang who was about to be maimed on the ground and Jiang Yizheng who was disheveled and about to cry in the corner.

The man in red who came in behind him frowned.

Ning Buwei stepped over the crying and rolling disciples, and walked in front of Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang.

Jiang Yizheng's nose suddenly became sour, and he raised his head and called him with sobs: "Father..."

Ning Buwei glanced at the birthmark on her shoulder, paused for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, and covered her body with a black toga, and said in an extremely cold voice, "Did they bully you? "

Jiang Yizheng poked his head out of the toga in a hurry, and wiped the tears on his face vigorously, "Not yet... But Zizhang, Zizhang was almost beaten to death by them."

Ning Buwei glanced at the half-dead Feng Zizhang on the ground, bent down and grabbed his belt to carry him up, and said to Jiang Yizheng, "Let's go."

Jiang Yizheng grabbed Feng Zizhang's Najie on the ground, gritted his teeth, and kicked the wailing Shen Ze fiercely before he pulled up the black robe that was too big for her, and followed Ning Buwei to reach out his hand.

When passing by the man in red, Ning Buwei stopped and looked at him unkindly, "You want to save them?"

Chu Jun withdrew his gaze indifferently, turned around and left the dungeon.

Ning Buwei snorted.

The moment he walked out of the dungeon, several blood-stained Suzaku broken knives flew back into his hands, and there were several heart-piercing screams from behind. Jiang Yizheng subconsciously wanted to look back, but Ning Buwei held his head Turned back.

"gone."

"Oh."

In the dungeon, Xie Jiu looked at the broken limbs scattered all over the floor with a pale face, warm blood dripped down to his feet along the ground.

Lu Shen was woken up by the screams, opened his eyes with difficulty, but was facing half of his head, and was splashed by the red and white mixture, and suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out again.

Outside the dungeon.

Ning Buwei looked at the strange red-clothed man in front of him, not in the mood to put on an air, "What are you trying to do all this time?"

The man in red took out two registration forms and handed them to Jiang Yizheng.

Jiang Yizheng took it with both hands, and found that the registration form that had been torn up by Shen Ze had been restored, and looked at him in surprise.

However, the other party's eyes kept falling on Ning Buwei, and his tone was indifferent, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted and so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary:

"I'm here to deliver the registration form to these two children."

"They were chosen."