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

The slender and sharp sword flew over the blue forest waves, startling a large number of birds.

Ning Buwei stepped on the sword, the wind whistled past his ears, the wine smelled light, and he felt a little drunk, he took out the jar of pear blossom wine from his sleeve, took a few sips of the wind, and felt refreshed Cool.

It's just that he seems to have forgotten something.

Ning Buwei was blown by the cold wind, Yujian spun around twice, except for birds singing and beasts howling, there was no one around.

He looked around blankly, and finally remembered that there was someone missing.

A streamer of light flew around in the air for a while, then staggered and landed on the ground, Ning Buwei sighed, his mind became extremely dull from the alcohol, and now he just wanted to find a place to sleep well.

After wandering around for a long time, he finally found a tree branch that looked relatively safe. He jumped on it and just lay down and closed his eyes when he heard an anxious female voice:

"Lingzhu, hide it quickly! Don't make a sound!" An anxious female voice came from not far away, followed by the sound of stumbling footsteps.

Ning Buwei frowned, turned over while holding the sword.

But the child's cries came and went, disturbing him, and after a while he finally opened his eyes impatiently.

Under the tree, a female cultivator was stuffing a child into the tree hole. The child shook his head and refused to go in, with a stubborn expression, and said: "Master, let's hide together, you will die."

The female cultivator patted her head, "Be obedient, you are the only hope of Immortal Medicine Valley, remember, you must live well."

However, before the child could be hidden, six monks arrived with swords. These people were all dressed in indigo-colored Taoist robes. The head of them had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "Yang Qianrou! What can you do if you run into the Floating Realm? I have already planted love Gu in your body, if you are sensible, just obediently follow me back to the Hanyan Sect!"

"Damn!" Yang Qianrou put the sword in front of her body, blocked Yang Lingzhu behind her, and said angrily: "Si Huachun, you are in vain as the chief disciple of the Hanyan Sect, and you are acting so nasty!"

"You guys are all dead now, and I took you in with good intentions, but you don't know what to do!" Si Huachun sneered, "If it weren't for your excellent medical skills and good looks, you think I would keep you till now?"

"That's right, it's your good fortune to be seen by our senior brother!" The disciple behind Si Huachun teased and laughed.

Someone else said with a smile: "Fairy Qianrou, you have never experienced the joy of double cultivation. You can't resist this love gu. If you double cultivate with our senior brother, you will definitely cry and refuse to leave!"

Yang Qianrou trembled with anger, and said angrily: "You shameless bastards!"

"Hahahaha, the little girl behind you, in two years we can also teach her the method of dual cultivation, and take care of teaching you, master and nephew, to be reluctant to leave—ah!" The man suddenly covered his eyes and fell to the ground in pain, "My Eyes! My eyes!!"

Yang Lingzhu stared at that person coldly, a small red snake coiled between her fingers hissing and spitting.

"Toast, don't eat fine wine!" Si Huachun looked gloomy, and slashed at Yang Lingzhu with his sword, but was blocked by Yang Qianrou.

Si Huachun took a step closer, with a surge of spiritual power, he cut off her sword directly, and was about to strike Yang Lingzhu's head with the knife, Yang Lingzhu hugged his little red snake and closed his eyes.

However, he didn't feel the pain for a long time, Yang Lingzhu opened his eyes, and saw that Si Huachun's sword was pinched off piece by piece.

Si Huachun was shocked, stepped back abruptly, and looked around vigilantly, "Who is it!?"

A lazy chuckle came from the tree.

The abstinence barrier was removed, only to see a man in black leaning on a tree with a wine jar in his hand, looking down at them condescendingly.

Even though she looks plain and ordinary, it makes people feel dangerous for no reason.

Si Huachun looked at him warily, and said displeasedly: "I advise fellow Taoists to keep your hands on your own business, so as not to risk your own life!"

Ning Buwei bent his legs and put his arms on them, smiled arrogantly, his head was still dizzy from the heat, "I will take care of this business today, Grandpa."

Knocking the wine jar on the branch, he sat firmly on the branch two fingers wide, and he jumped down from the tree.

The long sword was unsheathed, the blood filled the air, and the screams were endless for a while.

Yang Lingzhu hugged his little red snake, watching Si Huachun's head rolling to his feet, the eyes on that head were still wide open inconceivably, and he couldn't rest in peace.

Yang Qianrou covered Yang Lingzhu's eyes, and the hand holding her trembled slightly.

The warm bloody smell mixed with the smell of alcohol made it a little disgusting, Ning Buwei kicked the headless corpse strung on the sword away, squeezed the big cleansing technique three times, and barely suppressed the nausea, put it away Jian walked forward, not forgetting to carry the half jar of pear blossom wine.

"Engong, please stay!" Yang Qianrou pulled Yang Lingzhu forward, and gave Ning Buwei a big gift, "Thank you for your rescue, and please tell me the name of the sect, so that I can repay your great kindness in the future!"

Ning Buwei paused, his eyes swept across Yang Lingzhu's small face, and he felt familiar, but now he was dizzy and couldn't remember, even Yang Qianrou's voice was fluctuating from far and near.

"No need—" Ning Buwei only felt the ground shaking in front of him, "My girl is about the same age as her, and she draws her sword to help when the road is uneven... Where is my sword?"

Yang Qianrou and Yang Lingzhu looked at each other, and when the person staggered away, Yang Lingzhu said: "Uncle, the benefactor smells so strong of alcohol, is he drunk?"

Yang Qianju said: "A real person doesn't show his face."

Ning Buwei didn't expect that this immortal drunk had such a strong stamina. He was only slightly drunk at first, but after he used his spiritual power to kill someone, his whole head seemed to be stuffed into a pile of cotton, as if he had been dropped by someone, top-heavy , walking a little staggering.

He looked up at the steep cliff, clapped his hands, tucked his front hem into his belt, and began to climb up lightly. Halfway through the climb, the wind suddenly became stronger, almost throwing him off. It was only when he stepped on the raised stone beside him that he barely stabilized his figure.

Ning Buwei lowered his head and looked down, feeling even more dizzy. After a few vertical jumps, he finally found a remote and quiet place where he could sleep. Crooked ready to sleep.

He didn't believe that someone could disturb him like this.

After half a stick of incense, Ning Buwei's spiritual consciousness was forcibly awakened in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Buwei moved the knife before opening his eyes, and stabbed the audacious spiritual consciousness who dared to break into his own sea of ​​consciousness, and said coldly: "Which impatient bastard dares to break into your grandfather's sea of ​​consciousness?"

"Chengfeng." Chu Jun clamped the knife, looked at a certain spiritual consciousness in front of him that was about to turn red, and said helplessly, "Where are you now?"

Ning Buwei glanced at him drunkenly, took the knife back and held it in his arms, snorted coldly, turned a corner and went behind the broken wall and remained silent.

Chu Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and followed him behind the wall.

Ning Buwei sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the knife tightly in his arms, and silently turned his back to him.

Chu Jun had no choice but to go up to him and squat down, put his hand on his shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "Let's make a pact with spiritual knowledge for a while, and I'll come to you, okay?"

Ning Buwei's mind was nothing but a mess, and the complicated past drowned him like a tide. He squinted his eyes and stared at Chu Jun for a long while before he said slowly, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Chu Jun was helpless and funny, "Why am I angry?"

Ning Buwei looked away uncomfortably, his voice muffled, "You have been waiting for me in Xiaoqiu Mountain for a year, and I... didn't look for you."

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and imitated him and sat opposite him, "Not angry."

Ning Buwei lowered his head, frowned and said, "I didn't mean not to look for you."

"I know." Chu Jun reached out and touched his head.

Ning Buwei slapped his hand away with a fierce voice, "Don't touch it."

Chu Jun put down his hand and said with a smile, "Okay, don't touch."

Ning Buwei grabbed his hand domineeringly, and was relieved when he saw that he hadn't been photographed popular, and threw it away in disgust.

Chu Jun was helpless, and stuffed the drawn spirit deed into his hand, "Stay where you are, I'll go find you."

Ning Buwei pinched the spirit deed and looked at it twice, expressing his disgust, "Tsk."

Seeing that his spiritual knowledge was almost mature, Chu Jun was somewhat worried, so he suggested, "Let me help you use spiritual power to force out the alcohol first?"

Ning Buwei was dizzy and uncomfortable, frowned and stared at him for a while, then nodded.

But after a while, Ning Buwei not only didn't feel drunk, but his whole body was full of alcohol. Chu Jun touched his forehead and it was hot.

Seeing that the person was about to smoke, Chu Jun had no choice but to rush out of his sea of ​​consciousness and find someone first.

Ning Buwei squinted his eyes and stared at the spirit deed in his hand, bit his finger, added a few brush strokes on it, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then stuffed it into his bosom with satisfaction.

With his spiritual sense back in place, Ning Buwei tugged at his collar irritably and opened his eyes. Not only is he not sleepy now, but he even wants to find someone to have a quick fight.

Just at this time, a small mushroom growing in the corner suddenly moved, Ning Buwei pretended to lean against the stone wall unintentionally, but his peripheral vision was firmly on the mushroom.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a kind of spiritual creature called Treasure Hunting Mushroom. Its function was similar to today’s Treasure Hunting Rat. It could find treasures for monks. This treasure-hunting mushroom has no intelligence, and is extremely timid. It can be frightened to death with a slight fright, and it has completely disappeared in Seventeen States over time.

Ning Buwei's whole body is boiling at the moment, but he still barely remembers that he is in the floating realm - the most indispensable thing in this ancient secret realm is treasure.

He followed the unaware treasure-hunting mushroom furtively all the way, from the cliff to a deep ditch, looking down, it was full of tumbling magma.

Ning didn't feel the heat because of this, but now his head was in a daze, and he carried the Suzaku narrow knife and followed the treasure-hunting mushroom that didn't look very smart.

Sure enough, the tumbling layer of magma was just a realistic illusion. Under the magma, there was a large piece of grassland with singing birds and flowers, and in the middle of the grassland, a piece of almost transparent ice hairpin stood there, surrounded by countless attractive spiritual things, and that A treasure-hunting mushroom found a place not too far away and dug a hole, planted itself, and then greedily absorbed the aura emanating from that stone.

Ning Buwei glanced at the ice hairpin which was nearly one person tall, only the two characters 'beautiful' remained in his mind.

This clear, moist and cold temperament is almost like someone who is also very "good-looking".

He was carrying the knife and was about to dig out the hairpin, when a sharp claw slapped on the ground with a "bang" against his face, and many spirit creatures around who were scrambling to absorb spiritual power scattered and fled.

Ning Buwei flew back a few feet away, and saw a huge snow wolf standing in front of the ice hairpin, roaring at him.

Compared with the snow wolf, the ice hairpin is as big as its finger.

Ning Buwei's eyes lit up.

If this snow-white and fluffy wolf hair is used to make brush symbols—he couldn't help but see in his mind the image of Chu Jun holding the wolf hair brush with a hand that suits his heart, and licking his teeth vigorously.

Intoxicated by alcohol and misleading by beauty, I would rather not fight the snow wolf with the Suzaku narrow knife. In order to ensure the wolf's fur is fresh and soft, all kinds of talismans are thrown down as if they don't need money. The formation was drawn even more smoothly, and within half an hour, the wolf's head was trampled under his feet.

This time Snow Wolf was completely enraged, and with the aura of dying with him, countless flames spewed out of his mouth, trapping himself and Ning Buwei in the sea of ​​flames.

Ning Buwei was furious, how could he give it away when his hair was burnt! ?

-

on the flying boat.

Jiang Yizheng looked at his father who was resting with his eyes closed, looked at Feng Zizhang who was sleeping soundly with rhubarb in his arms, and looked at his two younger brothers who knew nothing but were playing with dead branches and stones, and sighed silently .

Their flying boat has been parked in the sky for three hours without moving. Does anyone really feel that something is wrong?

Concerned, she left the room and continued to look around.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu sat on the couch and handed Cui Yuanbai a small stone.

Give it to Brother Huanhuan~

Cui Yuanbai was very happy when he received a gift from Ning Xiu for the first time, holding the pebble in his hands, "Thank you Xiaoshan."

"Da!" Ning Xiu grinned, and handed him another dead branch, "Yeah~ stay~ goo!"

Give my favorite branch to brother Huanhuan!

Cui Yuanbai wandered around his purple mansion, and brought out a round white egg, "This is for you!"

"Ah?" Ning Xiu stretched out his hand to touch the egg, his little face was full of doubts.

"I don't know what kind of egg it is, it seems to be dead." Cui Yuanbai said to Ning Xiu seriously: "I tried many methods but failed to bring it back to life."

Ning Xiu wrinkled his small face, and a small ball of golden spiritual power instantly appeared in the palm of his hand, and he pointed it to Cui Yuanbai, "Da~"

I can do it~

Cui Yuanbai licked his mouth, "Grilled it? I don't know if it tastes good or not."

Ning Xiu couldn't help swallowing when he heard 'eat', "Yi~"

The two little guys stared at the big white egg and swallowed hard. Cui Yuanbai quietly glanced at his sleeping father, moved his position and turned his back to him, put his hands on the big white egg and quietly started toasting.

Ning Xiu saw it strangely, stood up with the help of the eggshell, and imitated Cui Yuanbai to inject spiritual power into the eggshell.

Daddy has fed him egg yolk several times, it is delicious~

Da Huang, who was sleeping, shrugged his nose, opened his eyes suddenly, and shook Feng Zizhang lying on his body.

Feng Zizhang was startled, and then moved his nose, "What is so fragrant?"

Then one person and one dog spontaneously joined together, and Feng Zizhang quietly asked, "Huanhuan, Xiaoshan, what are you doing?"

"Hush." ​​Cui Yuanbai gestured to him, and said in a breathy voice: "We are baking eggs."

Feng Zizhang sat cross-legged beside them, "I'll help you bake together."

"Wow~" Rhubarb also put a paw on it.

Take a bite~

Jiang Yi came in from the door with a serious face, and saw people and dogs surrounding a big white egg. He walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"

After a while, she also put her hand on it with great interest, injected spiritual power and started roasting. "I have seasoning and sauce here!"

"Let's move out to bake, don't disturb Dad's sleep." Feng Zizhang suggested very thoughtfully.

Four people and one dog successfully reached a consensus.

The entire airship became quieter than ever. The four people and one dog were on the deck watching the big white egg intently.

After a while, the egg finally moved, and a crack opened on it, and then quickly cracked open.

Rhubarb wagged his tail vigorously.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu called out childishly.

can eat~

Cui Yuanbai took out his chopsticks and bowl.

Jiang Yizheng took out the seasoning and sauce.

Feng Zizhang took out a gleaming dagger and prepared to share eggs with his younger siblings and rhubarb.

"Kacha~" There was a soft sound, and the eggshell shattered.

The four people and one dog were all dumbfounded.

"Wow!" Rhubarb screamed, turned his head and hid behind Ning Xiu.

Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang hugged Cui Yuanbai and Ning Xiu in their arms and moved away completely.

"What is this thing!?" Feng Zizhang tremblingly pointed at the long black strip curled up in the eggshell, the black scales on it rose and fell with breathing, and were dark and shiny.

Jiang Yi was looking at the strange antler-like thing on the long head, his voice trembling, "Do you think it is, is it possible that it is a dragon?"

Feng Zizhang broke down and said, "Didn't the dragon die out 3 years ago?"

Cui Yuanbai said disappointedly: "Dragon can't eat."

Ning Xiu tilted his head, "Huh?"

What about food?Where is my big white round egg?

The black dragon curled up in half of the eggshell slowly opened its eyes, raised its head to look at them, and lowered its head to gnaw on its own eggshell.

The person in the room who rested with his head on his head suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the surroundings were quiet. He opened the door curtain and went out from the room, and saw four children and a dog sitting on the plywood very obediently and blowing the air.

Chu Jun was busy looking for Ning Buwei, who was drunk in the floating realm, and focused most of his attention on the main body, and even set up an enchantment to stop the flying boat at a high altitude. It stands to reason that no accidents would happen.

But it was an accident in itself that these little guys in front of them were so quiet and well-behaved.

Chu Jun looked at some residue left on the deck, his eyes paused slightly, "What?"

Feng Zizhang swallowed hard, and tentatively said: "Father, can you accept more pets in our family?"

Chu Jun suddenly felt bad, "What pet?"

"For example, black..." Jiang Yizheng said.

"Long..." Cui Yuanbai added in a low voice.

"Ahh~" Ning Xiu raised his hand to gesture for him.

"This kind." Feng Zizhang pulled out a little black dragon about three feet long from behind, "It's very obedient and doesn't bite."

Chu Jun: "???"

-

Floating Realm.

Chu Jun finally found Ning Buwei in a bush.

Ning Buwei set up a full nine-layer concealment barrier outside. If it weren't for the temporary spiritual contract between the two of them, they would really not be able to find anyone for a while.

It took him some time to break through the nine-layer concealment barrier, and he saw Ning Buwei curled up in the nest "dug out" from the bushes, his clothes were torn, some were burned, some Scratched by the animal's claws, it hangs loosely, with a lot of blood around it.

Chu Jun's breath was stagnant.

He knelt down to check the wounds on Ning Buwei's body, except for those small wounds, the most serious one was a deep bone wound from the back of the waist to the shoulder.

Ning Buwei had a good fight and slept comfortably for a long time. Sensing the breath of other people, he opened his eyes impatiently, and met Chu Jun's beautiful eyes.

It's just that the eyes are not very kind.

Ning Buwei is still drunk at the moment, seeing someone angry, immediately admits his mistake positively, "I was wrong."

Chu Jun was silent for a moment and asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Ning Buwei looked away blankly, and took out a huge monster Neidan from his sleeve and gave it to him.

Just looking at the inner alchemy, one can deduce that this monster has at least a thousand years of cultivation. He is a monk at the golden core stage, even if he has some extraordinary skills, he will inevitably have a hard fight.

"For you." Ning Buwei took out a crystal clear ice hairpin from his sleeve and stuffed it into his hand.

Chu Jun looked down at the hairpin. The lines were smooth and the workmanship was exquisite, and it seemed to contain countless spiritual powers. He couldn't see the grade of the hairpin for a while, but he knew it was an extraordinary spiritual treasure, and said, "Give it to me?"

Ning Buwei nodded, with a touch of temptation in his tone, "Don't be angry."

"Not angry," Chu Jun was very helpless towards the drunk, with a gentle voice: "Don't drink next time."

Seeing that he was really not angry, Ning Buwei suddenly became arrogant and said with a sneer, "Oh, I'm not drunk."

Chu Jun: "..."

That is really drunk.

Ning Buwei frowned, then lowered his head and took out a brush from his sleeve, organized his words and said, "Although your talisman is poorly drawn, this brush suits you well."

Chu Jun: "...Thank you."

Ning Buwei waved his hand chicly, but ended up hurting his back, and gasped with a "hiss".

Chu Jun stretched out his hand to help him up, "Heal the wound first."

Ning Buwei staggered a bit when he got up, frowned and said, "Back hurts."

"Caught to death by a monster," Chu Jun said.

Ning Buwei put his shoulders on him, deliberately pressed half of his body on top of him, as if holding him in his arms, and said weakly: "Then can I still survive?"

Chu Jun said with a serious face: "It's hard to say."

In the face of beauty, Ning Buwei began to talk nonsense through drunkenness, "Then I have a wish before I die."

"Huh?" Chu Jun turned to look at him.

Ning Buwei suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry, and his eyes stayed on Chu Jun's lips for a moment, wondering in a daze, how does Chu Jun look...

Chu Jun was wondering why he was getting closer and closer, and was about to ask again, when the corner of his mouth was suddenly touched lightly.

The moment he touched it, it made him froze all over.

Ning Buwei blinked slowly, reached out and touched his face with satisfaction.

"...This dream is quite real."