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

The 16-year-old Ning Chengfeng was hunted down by the Chongzheng League, and was rescued by Yan Jinzhou on the way. Soon after, he changed his name to Ning Buwei.

The word "not for" fully reflected Yan Jinzhou's sincere hope that he would be honest and not cause trouble, but it was obvious that Ning Buwei couldn't do it.

The entire Ning family was destroyed overnight. More than anyone else, he wanted to find out what happened, whether it was revenge, internal strife, or something else. He urgently needed to find a reason to fill the grief after the family was destroyed.

It completely ran counter to Yan Jinzhou's expectations of him.

Yan Jinzhou has a violent temper as he likes, and Ning Buwei is a pampered young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world. The two quarreled at every turn, and within a few months the conflict broke out again.

Yan Jinzhou said that if he continued to investigate the affairs of the Ning family, he would let him go.

So Ning Buwei simply rolled away.

He held the Suzaku Knife that Ning Xingyuan left for him, because he couldn't tame it, it was no different from holding a piece of scrap iron, but this piece of scrap iron was a bright target, as if he was waving at the people who worshiped Zhengmeng:

I'm Zhuquedao, hurry up and grab my surname Ning!

Without Yan Jinzhou's protection, the 16-year-old Ning Buwei was exhausted from being hunted down, and his life was hanging by a thread many times, but he didn't know whether it was because of good luck or other reasons, but he could always breathe.

He fled around and couldn't practice at all, his spiritual power was exhausted, his dantian was exhausted, and he couldn't even eat a full meal for many days. He was tense all the time, fearing that he would be discovered by the people of the Chongzheng League, and he would also pursue the Ning family's extermination The truth of the truth, the string in my mind is faltering.

Wen Zaiye kept sending letters to him, but he didn't reply once, but when he passed by the town at the foot of Yunzhongmen Mountain, he couldn't help but reply a letter.

Originally, he just wanted to borrow some spirit stones, but when he met his friend's earnest and worried eyes, and was dragged by Wen Zaiye to walk towards Yunzhongmen, he wavered.

He thought: I'll take a rest, I just want to have a good sleep, and I'll leave immediately after waking up.

Then, because of his stupidity and selfishness, Wen Zaiye was killed.

Wen Zaiye's spine was crushed by the mountain guards, and he gave him a way to survive with his life.

His tense nerves finally broke, he ran to Xiaoqiu Mountain, sat on the top of the mountain, blowing the cold wind all night, the Suzaku knife was put on the neck several times and was taken off again.

In the final analysis, I am still not reconciled.

This month when he turned 17, he ran into Yan Jinzhou who had disappeared for a long time.

Ning Buwei was dressed in a tattered gray robe, with his hair tied back in a mess, and squatted on the side of the road holding the Suzaku Knife while gnawing dry biscuits while slapping a poor-quality hemostatic talisman on his arm with a big gash.

Someone walked towards him slowly.

Ning Buwei quietly touched the Suzaku Knife while biting the cake as if nothing had happened.

Although he has not completely tamed the broken knife, it is not a problem to use it to kill an ordinary monk.

But when he raised his head, he saw Yan Jinzhou who had disappeared for nearly a year.

Yan Jinzhou looked worse than him. His clothes were covered with blood clots and dust, his boots were half rotten, and the soles of his feet were covered with mud and dead grass. One of the swords was rusty.

As if escaped from somewhere.

"Hey, it's an excuse to eat pancakes." Yan Jinzhou sat down on the steps next to him, and unceremoniously snatched his remaining half of pancakes.

Ning Buwei remained silent with a sullen face. When she was staring at the other cake in his hand, he hesitated for a moment and handed the cake to her.

"Thank you." Yan Jinzhou wolfed down a piece of cake, wiped his mouth boldly, stood up and exhaled, "Let's go."

Ning Buwei sat on the steps and did not move.

Yan Jinzhou slapped him on the head. Although she was a female cultivator, her gentleness had nothing to do with her at all. Ning Buwei almost slapped half of the cake he just ate.

"Let's go?" Yan Jinzhou asked him angrily.

Ning Buwei stared at her blankly, silent.

"People from the Chongzheng League are in the next street. If you don't come with me, I'll report you." Yan Jinzhou said with his hands on his hips.

Ning Buwei pursed her lips, accepted her threat, "Let's go."

Although Yan Jinzhou looks worse than him, but he has traveled in the seventeen states all the year round, and has much more means and knowledge than him, especially the attainment of the formation method has reached a high level, and he has basically never lost to the people of the Chongzheng League.

So Ning Buwei was very puzzled how she made herself into such a miserable state.

Yan Jinzhou would see through every time he tried to cliché.

"Don't worry about adults' affairs, children."

Ning Buwei said, "I'm seventeen, not a child."

Yan Jinzhou rolled his eyes, "Children who are sixteen or seventeen are the most annoying. They feel that they are the most omnipotent in the world, and they only cause trouble."

Ning Buwei always thought he was talking about him, but later every time Yan Jinzhou came back from some embarrassment, he would talk about it, and he began to suspect that Yan Jinzhou also had an uneasy apprentice outside.

"Do you have other apprentices outside?" Ning Buwei put the pill bottle heavily on the table, his expression tense.

Yan Jinzhou clicked his tongue twice, then mercilessly raised his foot and kicked, "Damn it, you make me want to hang myself every day, and I won't be able to live with another one! You bastard! Scoundrel! Sooner or later you will be angry!" kill me!"

Ning Buwei ran and hid, but no matter how aggressive he was, Yan Jinzhou kept his mouth shut.

He gradually got used to Yan Jinzhou disappearing every two years.

He followed Yan Jinzhou in the seventeen prefectures and practiced. He learned a lot of Yan Jinzhou's arrogance and cruelty. Instead of provoking and threatening, he has become a ruthless character that the Chongzheng League has a headache to deal with.

Yan Jinzhou sometimes looked at him with a sad face and sighed: "If your brother knew that his upright and kind brother was raised by me as a little devil, would he be so angry that he would climb up from the ground and stand by my bedside? "

Ning Buwei kicked away the head that rolled to his feet, and said coldly: "Then tie it up and ask him what happened to the Ning family."

Yan Jinzhou sighed first, and then rubbed his arms pretendingly, "I'd rather not do it, you are so vicious, you will definitely be a villain who deceives teachers and destroys ancestors in the future."

Ning Buwei stared at her quietly.

Yan Jinzhou laughed out loud.

He had long been used to Yan Jinzhou being secretive about the Ning family's affairs. He didn't ask, and Yan Jinzhou didn't mention it.

Just like that, 20 years have passed in a daze.

When Ning Buwei was 36, Yan Jinzhou said that he would go back to his hometown to have a look.

"My younger sister and my ex-fiancé are getting married." Yan Jinzhou crossed his arms and said, "Although that Yan Liuguang is not as good as our Mingsang's hair, I'm just very upset."

The corner of Ning Buwei's mouth twitched, "Master Mingsang is a bald donkey with no hair."

Yan Jinzhou slapped him on the back of the head, "Then he is also the most beautiful bald donkey in the world! Can you call a bald donkey!"

After beating him, he put his chin on his face and smiled, "Hey, my mother will get him sooner or later...

Ning Buwei handed her a handkerchief.

Yan Jinzhou raised his eyebrows to express his doubts.

Ning Buwei said seriously: "Wipe the drool."

"Ningbu is tired of working for you bastard, isn't it!"

Yan Jinzhou chased him all the way to Licheng.

Ning Buwei fought with his master in various formations, big and small, and finally stepped into Licheng half a foot ahead of Yan Jinzhou.

"It's good that you have made progress, and you can already become a teacher." Yan Jinzhou nodded with satisfaction, "Even if I die now, you can travel to the Seventeen States by yourself."

I don't know why, when Ning Buwei heard this sentence, a bad premonition surged in his heart, but before he had time to refute, he was hit on the calf.

He lowered his head to look, and saw a thin and dirty child looking up at him, with an inexplicable stench emanating from his body.

Ning Buwei instinctively wanted to cover his nose and step back, but out of respect, he didn't move.

Unexpectedly, the child's eyes lit up, he grabbed his sleeve, and shouted in a crisp voice: "Father! You are finally back!"

Ning Buwei and Yan Jinzhou were both taken aback for a moment, and then Yan Jinzhou burst out laughing.

Ning Buwei was a little annoyed by the master's smile, and said to the dirty little beggar with a calm face: "Let go, you have mistaken someone, I am not your father."

The little beggar numbly rubbed his eyes with his hands, and whispered with red eyes: "My father is dressed in black, tall and thin, he is the most handsome man in Licheng, you are."

Yan Jinzhou smiled and said, "Although my disciple is indeed handsome, he is still unmarried. How could he have a son as old as you?"

The little beggar shook his head, "I'm not a son, I'm a girl."

Yan Jinzhou was stunned for a moment, looking at her dirty little face, "Ah, I'm so sorry, little friend."

At this time, a passer-by said: "Two friends, don't pay attention to this little fool. She had a fever and burned her brain when she was a child. I don't know who told her that her own father was wearing black clothes, and those who wore black clothes were arrested. The man pulled and called Dad, you guys go away quickly."

"A-Ling is not a fool! Dad said, A-Ling is the smartest kid in Licheng!" The little beggar angrily rushed forward to beat that person.

"Go, go, go! Get out!" The man pushed her to the ground, "It's just stupid, you have such a bad temper, little bastard!"

After finishing speaking, he stopped meddling in his own business, spit on her and strode away.

The little girl named A Ling got up from the ground, and grabbed Ning Buwei's hand regardless of the broken palm, "Father, A Ling doesn't want to stay in Licheng anymore, can you take me away?"

Ning Buwei withdrew his hand, his face was expressionless, and his tone was very stiff, "I'm not your father."

After speaking, he strode forward.

"Hey, apprentice!" Seeing this, Yan Jinzhou quickly chased after him.

"Father——" Ah Ling ran after him, but he tripped before taking two steps. After a while, he got up from the ground and happily shouted to the man in black who passed by, "Father!"

"It's you lunatic again, get up and don't get in the way." The man kicked her aside and strode forward.

Yan Jinzhou glanced back, sighed, and quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Ning Buwei.

"Oh, poor little baby." She twitched Ning Buwei a bit, "Apprentice, your ruthless way is really ruthless."

Ning Buwei said: "You can live a long life by meddling in other things. There are many people who are more miserable than her. How can I help them one by one? I am not a bald donkey who cultivates the way of compassion."

"Hey, I found out that you have a lot of opinions on my monk." Yan Jinzhou raised his brows upside down, "What's wrong with the way of compassion? His way of compassion purifies all sentient beings with a soft and kind heart, and his whole body exudes the light of merit. Do you want it? .”

Ning Buwei said indifferently: "There is no light reflecting from the hair."

"Evil! I will beat you to death today!" Yan Jinzhou raised his foot and kicked.

The little beggar who casually recognized his father was nothing more than a trivial matter, Ning Buwei followed Yan Jinzhou to the Yan mansion, the whole mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful red silk, as if the air was full of joyful sweetness.

"My mother was cut to death by my father with a sword in this yard." Yan Jinzhou squatted on the wall and pointed it out to Ning Buwei, "I was 11 years old, and I saw it with my own eyes. In the end, she couldn't even cry. Only blood and tears."

Ning Buwei remained silent and did not speak.

"So it's too much for me to kill their family?" Yan Jinzhou asked with a smile.

"Not too much." Ning Buwei nodded.

Yan Jinzhou sighed while laughing, "If you kill your father, you will be struck by lightning. If I kill him, there is no hope of ascension...but I don't think I can ascend either."

Ning Buwei said: "I'll help you kill him."

Yan Jinzhou reached out and patted his head, "What's the matter, you two have no grievances, you are just my apprentice, and there is no need to bear such a big karma."

Ning Buwei frowned and said, "If you want him to die, does it make any difference who does it?"

Yan Jinzhou shook his head and let out a long sigh, "It's different, you don't understand it now, some things can only be done by yourself, otherwise you won't be able to get over the hurdle in your heart... If you don't get past a monk, you will die."

The expression on Ning Buwei's face became more serious, "You will step over after killing your father?"

"I don't know." Yan Jinzhou grinned at him, "Maybe he stepped over, or he might trip over and die with a bang."

"So you never came to seek revenge on him?" Ning Buwei asked.

"Well, I'm afraid." Yan Jinzhou nodded frankly, "But I'm really unwilling—"

She suddenly turned her head to look at Ning Buwei, "The dead are dead long ago, revenge is just to make the living feel happy, do you understand?"

Ning Buwei looked at her, knowing that she was pointing at him, but asked her back: "Don't you want to make yourself happy?"

Yan Jinzhou smiled wryly and said, "I naturally want to feel happy, but sometimes getting revenge may not be happy, it may become a new hurdle to pass... Forget it, you don't understand if you have an ice cube brain. .”

Ning Buwei said sharply: "Do you know who did the Ning family's affairs?"

Yan Jinzhou said blankly, "Ah? What about the Ning family? Aren't we talking about the Yan family?"

Yan Jinzhou's ability to pretend to be stupid is first-rate, and Ning Buwei will not mention it in a sensible manner.

"The big wedding is the day after tomorrow, so you go and help me with something first." Yan Jinzhou said.

"Okay." Ning Buwei nodded.

Yan Jinzhou smiled and said, "You don't even ask what's the matter?"

"Anyway, you won't let me meddle in the Yan family's affairs." Ning Buwei looked at her.

"You, hey, you really don't look like your brother at all, just like a stick." Yan Jinzhou said helplessly, "Go to Yan's house and beat Yan Liuguang up for me, and say it was my wedding gift for him."

Ning Buwei responded and jumped off the wall.

Pear City is one of the most prosperous in the Seventeen States. It is spring, and pear blossoms are everywhere in the city, and thousands of trees are competing to bloom. It is too beautiful to behold.

"Pear Blossom Noodles! Pear Blossom Noodles from Shijifang!" The waiter in front of Chengyun Restaurant greeted with all his might, "Guest officer, come in and try it! It's rich in spiritual power and tastes great!"

Ning Buwei saw a few servants with the jade decorations of the Yan family's family go in, so he followed into the restaurant, chose a seat by the window and sat down, and soon someone came forward to say hello, "Guest officer, would you like to order something?" ? The pear blossom brew from our restaurant is sometimes sent by Jijifang, which is a must in the Seventeen States, and—”

"A jar of pear blossom stuffing." Ning Buwei said, "And a few more signature dishes."

As soon as Xiaoer heard this, he knew that the master was not short of money, so he went down to prepare with a happy face, and soon served a table of dishes and pear flower stuffing.

The servants at the table next to them ate and drank together, talking high-spirited, nothing more than private matters within the Yan family, Ning Buwei listened while drinking, it was not boring.

When he returned to Tanhuai Courtyard before, he would occasionally meet Ning Xingyuan drinking this kind of wine. He had tasted it a few times, but the taste was very bitter, which was inferior compared to the treasures in Ning's wine cellar.

But Ning Xingyuan drank happily.

"... I heard that our second son was destined to be the eldest lady of the Yan family. Unfortunately, that lady died early. Well, she is also unlucky." The words on the table next to him brought back Ning Buwei's thoughts.

"This... the eldest lady is a concubine, and our second son is not a son of a concubine, which is quite suitable... But it is very moral for the second young lady of the Yan family to abide by the marriage contract and marry..."

"Actually, our second son is not valued very much. Originally, the owner wanted to change to the fifth son. Guess what? The second Miss Yan didn't agree, so she decided on him, and even said that Feiyan Liuguang would not marry! Tsk tsk tsk .”

"But it's useless to ask the head of the family to disagree with her." Someone whispered: "I heard that the guest surnamed Pei from the house said a few words on behalf of the second young master to make this marriage possible..."

"That guy surnamed Pei looked weird. Once I was sweeping the floor in the courtyard, he suddenly asked me if I was willing? Damn, what can I do if I don't want to be reconciled, and I don't have spiritual roots. At least I can get the spirit stone back by sweeping the floor To support the family, I bah! You obviously look down on people, but you still have to pretend to be sympathetic..."

"That's right, Pei Heguang is really annoying. The day before yesterday I saw the maid next to Second Young Master smiling at him... Heh, isn't it just that he has a good-looking face? What's the big deal? Why don't you come to serve as a running dog for the Yan family! Everyday Run into the owner's yard, people in the mansion have been panicking lately..."

Ning Buwei was drinking at the side, not very interested in what they said about Pei and Guang, after listening for a few ears, he ignored it, and was about to get up and leave after hearing the news that Yan Liu Guangming was coming to Chengyunlou for a party to entertain his friends.

"Why are you an idiot again!" A table away, a young man in black shook his sleeves in disgust, "Don't touch me! Is it disgusting! Xiao Er! What's going on with you? Why did you let this idiot in again? !"

"Hey, Jiang Liu, isn't this a bastard from your family? How did it become like this?" Someone on the second floor laughed.

"She is not from our Jiang family. Her mother has been kicked out of Jiang's family long ago for her disobedience." Someone said in a gloomy tone, "If you dare to say such nonsense again, I will make you and her a fool."

"Aiyo is also a poor..." Someone whispered: "Her mother doesn't know who gave birth to her, but it turns out that she is not from the Jiang family, and she is not treated when she is sick, and her brain is burnt out..."

"Hey, it deserves it, the bastard deserves to die."

"You, she's a child and she didn't do anything wrong."

"If you are so sympathetic to her, then go help her and be her father. Hey, picking up such a big and stupid girl is for nothing."

"roll roll roll!"

Most of the people around were watching the excitement, but Ning Buwei didn't like to watch the excitement, and he didn't like to meddle in other people's business. After drinking the wine in the glass, he put the spirit stone on the table and left. Kicked and rolled to him.

A Ling slowly got up from the ground, patted his tattered clothes, and looked up along his clothes, his eyes gradually brightened, the corners of his bruised mouth were about to move, Ning Buwei said coldly: "Shut up." Mouth."

He has no interest in being someone else's father.

A Ling opened his mouth in a daze, yelling or not, there was still a half piece of sweet potato that was thrown by someone on his messy hair, and the sticky yellow color made his eyes hurt rather than hurt.

Then she bent her eyes and smiled at Ning Buwei.

He is obviously a little beggar that everyone hates, but his smile is cleaner and purer than those people, how strange.

Ning Buwei glanced at her, walked around her, but was grabbed by her sleeve again.

"A Ling is so hungry." The crisp childish voice was nasal, and she pointed to the barely touched food on the table, "A Ling wants to eat."

Before Ning Buwei could answer, the little beggar threw himself on the table and pulled a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, his little black hands were covered with oil.

Ning Buwei frowned, and walked quickly, only to hear Xiao Er's scolding and a child's cry coming from behind him.

Ning Buwei paused, but did not stop, and walked out of the restaurant.

He didn't have that much time to take care of others. He found Ning Fan about the Ning family's affairs, but Ning Fan didn't know if he was alive or dead, and the whereabouts of his clan members were also unknown. How did the owner of the side branch do it...

Ning Buwei was walking on the street, hawkers yelling endlessly, when passing by a stall, an oily little hand quietly grabbed his hand, Ning Buwei was startled, and he swung it suddenly, but the back of his hand just hit A dirty little face.

"Clap" sound.

"Hug—" Ning Buwei subconsciously apologized, and after seeing the person clearly, his temples throbbed, but he continued, "I'm sorry."

He thought that he was followed all the way by a little beggar without vigilance, and even...accidentally slapped her.

A Ling covered half of his face in pain, but still looked at him with a smile, and pointed at the roasted sweet potatoes on the booth with his other hand, Ning Buwei's gloomy and bewildered handsome face was reflected in his bright eyes.

"Father, Ah Ling wants to eat this."