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

Generally speaking, the higher the monk's cultivation level, the longer his lifespan will be. However, the continuous bloody struggle in the cultivation world is not peaceful. Many monks have fallen in the fighting, and a large number of monks have died because of the failure of crossing the catastrophe. .

Not to mention fighting for fate with the heavens all the way to cultivating immortals, the higher the cultivation level, the more dangers, and there are very few monks who can successfully overcome the calamity and ascend.

A [-]-[-]-year-old monk like Ning Buwei could barely be called an ancestor if he were placed in a family, not to mention a thousand-year-old power like Chu Jun.

Said that he Lao Ning didn't think he was wronged at all.

But seeing Chu Jun drooping his eyes as if sulking, Ning Buwei felt that this "foolish old man" was a bit inexplicable...cute.

"Then take a closer look." Ning Buwei held Ning Xiu in his arms, raised his wrist and brought it closer to his eyes.

Chu Jun stretched out his hand to pinch it, and the warm crimson spiritual power traveled along his wrist to his dantian, checking all the wounds on his body.

"In the early stage of transformation, the sea of ​​meridians and knowledge has expanded a lot." Chu Jun frowned, and said, "You are a little impatient."

In the case of restarting cultivation like Ning Buwei, the safest way is to quietly retreat for 200 years and take it slowly, but now it is only less than a year... According to Chu Jun, even if his breakthrough this time can not be achieved until the Yuan Dynasty. In the early stage of the baby, he was too aggressive, but who knew that he had the courage to jump directly to the stage of transformation to the god.

Just don't die.

"My cultivation method is different from yours, it doesn't matter how fast or slow it is." Ning Buwei didn't think it was an adventure, and even though only the last piece of the Suzaku Knife was left, Pei Heguang was unpredictable and the world of cultivation was full of dangers. You can't rely on Chu Jun for help every time.

Chu Jun held his wrist and remained silent.

Ning Buwei was suddenly blessed, and leaned close to his ear and said something with a low smile. Chu Jun glanced at him indifferently, but the tip of his ear was stained with a thin layer of red, "How decent is it?"

Ning Buwei just smiled at him meaningfully.

Ning Xiu put his arms around Ning Buwei's neck, looked at this and then that, blinking his eyes curiously, "Huh? Yeah?"

What are you talking about?Can I listen?

Ning Buwei stood a little closer to Chu Jun, and their stature was about the same height. Ning Xiu was hugged by Ning Buwei, turned around, lay on Chu Jun's shoulder, and leaned into his ear to listen, and asked in a low voice: "Da ? Dad~"

Chu Jun coughed lightly, and gently pushed his little head away, "Don't fool around like your father."

Ning Xiu, who was pushed away, tilted his head, turned to look at Ning Buwei, "Dad~ Dad~ eh?"

Ning Buwei said seriously: "Children, don't inquire about things."

Ning Xiu snorted depressingly.

unhappy~

However, his unhappiness flew away immediately when he saw a familiar figure not far away. He pointed to the figure in the distance, "Ah!"

Brother is back!

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The mountain forest is windy, the night is thick, the sound of insects and beasts are intertwined, and the sounds are far and near. In the dancing fire, the smell of burnt firewood permeates in the cool air.

Feng Zizhang smashed the burning wood into the middle of the fire with his sword, and then stuffed the small half of the Jade Spirit Pill he was holding into Chu Xin's mouth.

He has kept Chu Xin for nearly half a month, but there is still no sign of him waking up.

Chu Xin's breathing was very weak, and there was a wound extending from his brow bone to his temple, and turbid black air was blowing out. Feng Zizhang tried many methods, but he couldn't heal this horrible-looking wound.

He not only hoped that Chu Xin would wake up quickly, but also feared that his own life would be lost after Chu Xin woke up, so he carefully set up a trapping formation. It took an afternoon of stumbling to finish.

Probably the small half of the Jade Spirit Pill had an effect. The unconscious boy opened his eyes with some difficulty. When he saw Feng Zizhang, his expression was blank for a moment.

Feng Zizhang straightened his back nervously, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his fingers, and if Chu Xin made any changes, he would immediately run away with the sword.

Sure enough, after Chu Xin recognized him, his daze was gradually replaced by gloom, half of his face was covered with strange black lines, his forehead was bulging with veins, and he rushed towards him.

Feng Zizhang turned around and was about to jump on the flying sword to escape, but he tripped over the firewood he had put on the ground, and he knocked the flying sword hanging in the air aside.

Feng Zizhang sat on the ground and looked at Chu Xin who rushed forward in horror, and then watched Chu Xin as if he had hit something, and staggered back a step.

It turned out to be the formation he set up before.

Feng Zizhang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, got up from the ground and patted the ashes on the hem of his clothes, bent down to pick up the sword next to him, and looked at the embarrassed Chu Xin.

Chu Xin stared at him gloomyly.

Feng Zizhang saw that the wound from his brow bone to his temple started to bleed, gritted his teeth, and threw the remaining half of the Jade Spirit Pill to him.

Chu Xin quickly grabbed it, thinking it was some kind of hidden weapon, but it turned out to be half a pill, and raised his head to look at him again.

"You have many wounds on your body that I can't heal, you...you can find a way by yourself." Feng Zizhang was so white-haired and sweaty when he saw him, he took two steps back, and grasped the sword in his hand, "This formation It will be invalid at dawn, so you can do it yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran into the woods next to him. After running for a stick of incense, he remembered to guard his sword. Flying in the air, he looked back vigilantly from time to time, and was relieved to find that Chu Xin hadn't chased him.

As the morning light gradually rises, thousands of rays of light fill the sky, Feng Zizhang jumps from the flying sword to the ground, sweeps his sleeves wet by the flowing clouds, takes out a glass ball to fix his position, and prepares to follow Chu Jun's instructions to continue looking for his own opportunities .

Looking away from the corner of the eye, he saw the little mushroom that led him to find the magic weapon before.

This mushroom seems to be very timid, and it will hide at the slightest sign of trouble. Now it hides behind a few grass leaves and pretends to be an ordinary mushroom.

Feng Zizhang took two steps closer, stopped and half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out a hand towards it, and lowered his voice very softly for fear of scaring it, "Come here, I won't hurt you."

The little mushroom hesitated for a while, then boldly jumped up and down into his palm, and after finding that the other party didn't intend to forcefully tame him, it rubbed his thumb affectionately.

The little mushroom is not very soft, but still a little damp, with the fragrance of soil and grass leaves, but it is very cute and cute. After touching it, Feng Zizhang asked, "Do you want to follow me?"

The little mushroom bounced in his palm, then jumped onto his shoulder, urging him to move forward.

Feng Zizhang originally wanted to take a break, but he was a little embarrassed to refuse, even though the other party was just a small mushroom, so he nodded and continued walking, talking to it while walking: "I have never raised mushrooms, but I have eaten... ah, no , It’s that kind of common mushroom, don’t worry, I won’t eat you, you look poisonous.”

Small mushroom:…………

"Don't all your mushrooms grow in the soil? How about I make you a pot." Feng Zizhang lowered his head and rummaged in the ring, only to find the bowl that Xiaojiang usually used to serve him. "How about — make do with it?"

After he dug some soil and planted the small mushrooms in the bowl, everyone fell silent.

The little mushroom jumped out of the bowl and returned to his shoulders, Feng Zizhang had no choice but to put the bowl back into Najie.

It didn't take a few days for Feng Zizhang to discover that this little mushroom seemed to be particularly sensitive to treasures, and he could find some good things he didn't know every time, but in just a few days, several rings had been filled to the brim.

After Feng Zizhang finished counting things, he pinched a bowl with his spiritual power for the little mushroom to chew on, and fell asleep without knowing it.

He dreamed that he was being strangled by someone, the air became thinner and thinner, and he opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was not dreaming.

"Chu..." Feng Zizhang wanted to speak, but he couldn't make any sound at all. Then he wanted to use spells, but later realized that the acupoints around him were sealed tightly, and he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power.

Chu Xin threw him against the wall, his voice was strangely hoarse, "Where is Ningbuwei?"

Feng Zizhang stopped struggling, and patted his pinching hand with difficulty.

When Chu Xin loosened his strength slightly, Feng Zizhang coughed violently, and it took him a while to recover.

"Speak." Chu Xin looked at him impatiently.

"I... I don't know either." Feng Zizhang felt that his mind was spinning so fast that he should be able to think of a way to escape, but in fact his mind went blank, and it was full of four big words "I'm going to die".

Sure enough, his father scolded him right, he was also killed by stupidity.

Chu Xin's eyes were filled with blood, and his voice was hoarse: "Feng Zizhang, why did you save me?"

"I, I..." Feng Zizhang felt that it was too difficult to do two things at once, and he couldn't think of a way, so he had to answer his question honestly, "You were the one who took us in in Linjiang City before."

Chu Xin sneered, with a sarcastic tone, "That was the stupidest thing I ever did. If I hadn't been blind and saved you, it wouldn't have caused all my masters and brothers to die tragically!"

Feng Zizhang was stunned, "How could—"

"How come?" Chu Xin gritted his teeth and stared at him, "You should ask Ning Buwei about that!"

Feng Zizhang was taken aback by the ferocity in his tone, and immediately frowned, "My father won't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"Ha." Chu Xin laughed mockingly, "This is really the funniest joke I've ever heard. You actually believe that a heinous devil won't kill innocent people indiscriminately?"

Feng Zizhang was aroused by his mocking tone, and choked back: "Then what evidence do you have that my father did it? And you're just like a cultivator now!"

There was a mocking smile on Chu Xin's face.

Feng Zizhang stared at him sternly.

Chu Xin twitched the corners of his mouth, "That's right, you're right, I'm just an evil cultivator now... an evil cultivator who uses all means."

The cold air surrounded him from all directions, and Feng Zizhang couldn't stop staring, "You, what are you going to do?"

"Since you don't tell me where Ning Buwei is, it's useless to keep you. Why don't you give me both your golden core and spiritual root, so that I can heal these injuries on my body." Chu Xin put his hand on Under Feng Zizhang's horrified eyes, his figure and face gradually distorted, turning into a young man who looked exactly like him.

"If your golden core and spiritual root are on me, do you think Ning Buwei will see through it?" Chu Xin's frightened expression was exactly the same as Feng Zizhang's, and even his tone was the same.

A stabbing pain came from the dantian, Feng Zizhang's eyes went dark, and he passed out directly.