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

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh——" Feng Zizhang yelled in horror, holding the sword and hiding behind Ning Buwei, grabbing on Ning Buwei's body like an octopus.

Ning Buwei used the old thing's spiritual power very smoothly, easily shook Feng Zizhang away, and stretched out his hand to push open the window.

A blood man rushed in, rolling and crawling, with another person on his back, rolling to the ground like a rag.

Feng Zizhang saw the jade on the opponent's body clearly, and hurried forward, "You Daoist Chu?"

He turned the man over, and it was Chu Sun who was unconscious.

Another blood man got up from the ground, put his two fingers together and performed a cleansing technique, and spit out a mouthful of dirty blood from his mouth. Only then did Feng Zizhang see her appearance clearly, "Jiang Yizheng!? What's going on here?"

Jiang Yizheng picked up the teacup on the table and took a few sips. Then he came to his senses. Chong Ningbuwei said to Feng Zizhang: "The Chongzheng League and the Four Seasons Hall have gathered more than a hundred monks above the Golden Core stage. , trying to open a gap from the northwest gate to pass the news out, but more than half of the people got in."

Feng Zizhang said in astonishment: "Is it not enough for so many golden core stages?"

Jiang Yizheng shook his head, "I was searching and rescuing those mortals with a few people in the hall. I happened to see Senior Chu Sun lying in the pile of dead people, still alive, so I dragged him out of the vine."

Jiang Yizheng hadn't built his foundation yet, he was only in the Qi refining stage, but he was extremely courageous, and his heart was so kind that he managed to save Chu Sun from the mouth of the demon vine.

Ning Xiu was still crying at the moment, and Ning Buwei stood up and walked around to coax him. Now that he had plenty of spiritual power, he was not stingy, and used his spiritual power to pinch out a small bell and hang it on top of Ning Xiu's head, shaking it gently.

Ning Xiu was obviously attracted by the little bell, and stared at it with tears in his eyes, gradually forgot to cry, and patted Ning Buwei's clothes, signaling his father to look at it too.

Ning Buwei reached out and touched the bell, and the bell immediately made a crisp sound.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu grinned, "Ah~"

nice~

It's as good as that white and cold person singing~

Ning Xiu wanted to communicate with his father about the beautiful Baibai, but now he only knows what to do. He turned his head to look for Baibai, but he didn't find him. Staring at the blood man on the ground with big eyes, "Ah!"

Ning Buwei carried him away from the half-dead man, and rang the bell again.

Sure enough, Ning Xiu forgot to look at the people on the ground, and reached out to grab the little bell.

Ning Buwei snorted and put the little bell in his hand.

When Ning Xiu grabbed it, his eyes widened in surprise, "Ah~"

Daddy~

in vain~

The bell was pinched with Chu Jun's spiritual power, and the touch was the same as Chu Jun's spiritual recognition. Ning Xiu's spiritual sense slept in Chu Jun's arms for several days, and he was very familiar with his breath and spiritual power. Comfortable, and will sing to him——

Ning Xiu, who is naturally filial, really wants to share his happiness with his unreliable father. He has a strong desire to express himself, holding the bell and talking non-stop, and opening his mouth to chew.

Ning Buwei looked at his silly mockup, and stretched out his hand to pinch his face. Ning Xiu's spirit has not been very good these days, and Ning Buwei was a little impatient with his sad and unhappy appearance, and now he has finally returned to the past That little kid who only knows how to be silly, the big devil felt happy in his heart.

Ning Buwei is concentrating on pinching the bells for his son. A dozen of them, big and small, are strung together by spiritual energy. They hang on the bed and sway in the wind, making a crisp sound. little bell.

Over there, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng looked at Chu Sun, who was seriously injured and unconscious, with sad faces, and their heads were battered.

"I'm going to inform the people of Wu Shizong." Jiang Yizheng said: "Please ask Feng Daoyou to take care of him for a while."

"Okay." Feng Zizhang nodded, and took out the Jade Spirit Pill that Ning Buwei had just given him from his bosom, with a tangled expression.

Ning Buwei walked over, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you going to feed him?"

"This Jade Spirit Pill can save lives." Feng Zizhang struggled, "If you give it to Fellow Daoist Chu, he will definitely survive—"

Before he could finish speaking, his chin was pinched, and the Jade Spirit Pill in his hand disappeared, and it was stuffed into his mouth in the next second, and it melted in his mouth.

Feng Zizhang covered his mouth in shock, and before he could feel any taste, such a big Jade Spirit Pill went into his stomach.

"The things I gave you are for you to give away as favors?" Ning Buwei stared at him coldly, "You have only known each other for a few days? What if he gets greedy and wants to kill you to seize the treasure?"

Feng Zizhang was stared at condescendingly by him, his calves were trembling, "No, no, I didn't, I didn't plan to really give it to..."

Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth, "You can't give it now even if you want to."

Feng Zizhang wanted to cry but had no tears, he ate the expensive, big and useful Jade Spirit Pill by himself, it was not a life-threatening moment, what a waste!

"How did Wen Heshen raise such an idiot like you?" Ning Buwei was a little puzzled.

Feng Zizhang finally got smarter, and said in surprise, "You—you know my master?"

Ning Buwei sneered, and went back to the bed to tease the child.

Feng Zizhang came up curiously and wanted to touch the little bells pinched by spiritual power, but Ning Buwei slapped them away.

Feng Zizhang grinned and covered his hands, and asked tentatively, "Are you and your tutor old acquaintances?"

"Old acquaintances don't count." Ning Buwei looked at him with a half-smile, "There are some old enemies."

Hearing this, Feng Zizhang took a half step back vigilantly, and asked cautiously: "Dare to ask senior, how old is the old enmity?"

"It's just annihilation." Ning Buwei grinned, and his smile suddenly widened.

Feng Zizhang was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his face pale.

His master, Wen Heshen, is five hundred years old. He is an uncompromising elder in Yunzhongmen. He has a bad temper and is irritable. There is only one enemy he talks about on weekdays, and that is the Ning family who is famous in seventeen prefectures and has done a lot of evil. Remnants——

Would rather not.

He grew up with Wen Heshen since he was a child, and naturally hated Ning Buwei deeply under his influence, he would scold him if he had nothing to do, even if he accidentally tripped over a stone, he would scold Ning Buwei, God damn Ning Buwei Come to unwind...

Feng Zizhang began to recall whether he had ever said bad things in front of Li Chengfeng, and began to wonder whether he would rather die than surrender or beg for mercy on his knees, then he heard the other party lazily say to the child playing with bells on the bed: "In the future, don't Follow that idiot, believe what others say."

"Ah~" Ning Xiu yelled cooperatively.

Feng Zizhang breathed a sigh of relief, raised his sleeves to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, and said with a dry smile, "Senior...you really like joking."

Then hurriedly walked to the unconscious Chu Sun.

Ning Buwei who was behind him frowned at the bell.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Yizheng finally brought the people from Wushizong into the door, and what she brought was none other than Chu Xin who opened the window to save them earlier.

When Chu Xin saw his uncle's half-dead look, he immediately panicked and rushed up to shake him, "Uncle! Uncle, wake up!"

With such a desolate look, his uncle would have been shaken to death if he hadn't died.

"Why don't you find an adult?" Feng Zizhang asked Jiang Yizheng.

Jiang Yizheng said helplessly: "A total of five people from Wushizong came to Jianghui this time, and the elders who brought them were swallowed by the demon vine not long ago, and the two older ones turned into vines. There are people, and there is one who is seriously injured and can't move, so Chu believes in himself."

With red eyes, Chu Xin took out the elixir from his receiving ring, his hands were still shaking, he poured out all the elixir inside and scattered it on the table as if he didn't want money. The middle-level golden elixirs are rare and expensive elixir, which made Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng's eyes widen.

This kid really doesn't treat them as outsiders.

As long as there is a wrong-hearted person, he will immediately cut off his little foundation building period and take away the pills, and even use his uncle's life to threaten him to take out more.

However, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng were more upright than the other, staring foolishly at the baby on the table with greedy eyes.

"Feng Daoyou, Wushizong is really rich." Jiang Yizheng swallowed.

"There are more treasures than my elder brother." Feng Zizhang nodded, "No wonder everyone wants to run to Wushizong."

"I want to go too." Jiang Yizheng said sincerely: "You said that I saved fellow Taoist Chu Sun, can he recommend me to go in and be a handyman?"

"I think it will work." Feng Zizhang said.

Chu Xin was also uncountable, pawing on the table with red eyes, and asked Feng Zizhang, "Feng Daoyou, what kind of elixir should I give my uncle?"

In the past, he either skipped class or slept in the elixir class and medical skill class in the Zongmen. Now Chu Xin was so regretful that his intestines were almost green, and he wished he could go back to the past and slap himself twice.

"Nurture, raise Yuandan?" Feng Zizhang was not very sure, usually Zisong Zichen and his two senior brothers took care of him, and he listened to his master and senior brothers for any pills he took, and his own pills were so-so.

"Anyway, if you give it to your uncle, no matter what kind of pill it is, it will definitely be useful." Jiang Yizheng added: "It's still so good."

Jiang Yi is a disciple who was recruited by the Four Seasons Hall halfway. He has average qualifications. He has not worshiped his master so far, and only knows that good things can save lives.

The three of them fiddled with each other in a serious manner, discussing for a long time to drink the Yangyuan Pill and the Refreshing Pill together, and Ning Bu, who was next to him, could hear the veins on his forehead twitching.

"Are you planning to send him to die directly?" Ning Buwei looked at the three idiots with a mocking face.

Chu Xin didn't dare to stuff the elixir into the uncle's mouth immediately, and looked at Ning Buwei half fearfully and half expectantly. The reason for fear was that Ning Buwei's tone was particularly like those elders who taught them their lessons, with hatred Unable to be irritable, looking forward to it because the tone clearly means that he knows what to feed his uncle!

"Senior, senior!" Chu Xin bowed his hands to salute him as a disciple, almost crying with joy, and asked him, "In your opinion, how should I save my uncle?"

Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng also looked forward to it.

Ning Buwei: "..."

After a while, Chu Xin finally felt relieved seeing Chu Sun whose breathing was gradually steady, turned around and bowed to Ning Buwei to the end, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance!"

Ning Buwei pinched Ning Xiu's belly and ignored him.

"So you don't need to take the pills." Jiang Yizheng watched Chu Xin take back those precious pills, and stared at him reluctantly to relieve his greed. "As expected of a senior."

"This is the first time I've heard of the method of injecting spiritual power into Jiuwei Point." Feng Zizhang said with emotion: "Senior is so powerful."

"Senior" sat cross-legged on the bed indifferently, pinching his son's belly with great interest.

Ning Xiu was pinched by this unreliable Ning Buwei, so he stretched out his foot to kick him unhappily, but Ning Buwei would not let him kick him because of evil intentions, and even poked his stomach with his hands.

Ning Xiu was so angry that he burst into tears, and kicked his father's stomach hard with his little foot.

Amidst Ning Xiu's howling and Feng Zi, Zhang Jiang, Yi Zheng and Chu Xin's shocked gazes, Ning Buwei was kicked away by a white and tender little foot.

Feng Zizhang:! ! !

Jiang Yizheng:! ! !

Chu Xin:! ! !