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

The blade condensed into tiny spots of light, refracting the dazzling sunlight at noon in autumn, and reflected in Jiang Yizheng's pupils that suddenly dilated due to extreme fright.

In a very short moment, the sound of sharp blades piercing through the air intertwined with distant bells, and the strange fragrance and the fragrance of grass and trees in the red maple forest rushed into his nostrils. Countless people and countless trivial fragments flashed in Jiang Yizheng's mind , and finally freeze on a strange yet familiar figure.

"Chi - bang!"

Branches slid across the sword body, and the wide sleeves of the green shirt embroidered with cranes and auspicious clouds passed before Jiang Yizheng's eyes. His movements were extremely fast but elegant, and he seemed to lift the sword easily, but he directly smashed the sword in Chen Feng's hand into the tree trunk .

The sword trembled a few times in mid-air.

Cold sweat drenched the uniform, and Jiang Yizheng looked at the young man in green shirt standing in front of him.

The other party looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing the uniform blue gown of the Yunzhongmen, tall and tall, with a straight back, a jade belt tied high into a ponytail, handsome and handsome, with a demeanor as bright as an autumn moon.

It's just that his face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes were lifeless and empty. After looking at it for a long time, it made people feel frightened and inexplicably horrified.

Chen Feng knocked off the long sword in his hand with a branch, the tiger's mouth was split open, and blood flowed into his palm. He looked at the young man holding the branch in front of him, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

The young man turned his head to look at him slowly and stiffly, his lips moved, but his voice was extremely weak, as if he was suffering from a deficiency, "Yunzhong... the gate, private fights... forbidden, hurting people's lives."

Chen Feng's palm was in severe pain, and the look of resentment flashed across his eyes. Wu Liang saw that he was wearing clothes that belonged to inner sect disciples, so he cupped his hands and asked, "I don't know which peak the senior brother belongs to? Which elder's name do you worship?" ?”

"Thirteen Peaks, Elder Wen Si." The boy replied.

Chen Feng and Wu Liang and Sun Zhi looked at each other, and they immediately laughed out loud.

"We are disciples of Thirteen Peaks, but we have never met you before!" Chen Feng said with a smile, "Furthermore, Venerable Wensi had already fallen 400 years ago, and there is only one disciple of Wen Heshen under his seat. Lies are not afraid of flashing their tongues!"

The boy stood there without moving, as if he didn't understand what he said.

The frightened Jiang Yizheng came back to his senses, and gave him a big gift, "Thank you for your rescue!"

The young man was extremely slow to react, and he was incompatible with his agile and elegant swordsmanship. He looked at Wu Liang, Chen Feng and the others, and said slowly, "Elder Wensi...has fallen?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Liang and Chen Feng expected him to be pretending to be a disciple of the Thirteen Peaks, they all laughed when they heard the words, but they were afraid of his extremely lethal blow just now, so they didn't dare to move for a while.

It seemed that the news of Wen Si's death had already hit the young man too hard. He stayed in place quietly for a moment, then turned around slowly, and walked forward stiffly.

Jiang Yizheng was afraid that Wu Liang and Chen Feng would trouble her again, so he quickly followed.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a stern look flashed in Chen Feng's eyes, and he decided not to let these two people get out of this maple forest, otherwise, if the law enforcement elders know about it, they will be driven out of Thirteen Peaks, and it will kill them It's no different.

Obviously Wu Liang thought so too.

The two jumped up almost at the same time, and rushed towards Jiang Yizheng and the young man in green clothes.

Jiang Yizheng was on guard all the time, and his reaction was faster than before, and he immediately sacrificed his long sword to block back. Unexpectedly, the reaction of the young man in green shirt who looked fierce was extremely slow. Before he could turn around, Wu Liang swung his sword pierced his shoulder.

The blood splashed onto Jiang Yizheng's side face, and there was that strange fragrance again.

But Wu Liang cried out in horror: "Blood... why is blood green!?"

The strange dark green liquid dripped down the blade and landed on the thick orange-red fallen leaves.

——The orange-red fallen leaves were hastily stepped on by black boots, and a few pieces were raised.

"Chengfeng, slow down!" Someone called him from behind.

Ning Chengfeng stood still, turned around and looked at the pursuer with his sword in his arms, and said with a cheerful smile, "You shouldn't be called Cui Ci, you should change your name to Cui Wugui."

Cui Ci supported the maple tree with one hand and supported his knees with the other. Hearing the words, he raised his head and glared at him out of breath, "Well, you Ning Chengfeng, it's you who insist on climbing up from the bottom of the mountain to admire the fallen leaves, and you don't allow me to control the sword. Son hates me again?"

Ning Chengfeng said: "You are so weak, you should learn how to exercise from your uncle."

"Bah bah!" Cui Ci resisted, and said with disgust: "I don't want to become like him. Junior sister Yuan Yuan likes my graceful figure like a tree facing the wind."

Ning Chengfeng was surprised and said: "Hey, wasn't she still Junior Sister Lianlian before?"

"We have different views, so we can't talk." Cui Ci rested enough, and waved his hand coolly, "Since ancient times, there is only love and hatred."

Ning Chengfeng let out a laugh as a sign of ridicule, jumped up and grabbed a maple leaf from the tree, and walked up the mountain with Cui Ci while tearing the maple leaf.

"Why is the mountain in Yunzhongmen so high?" Cui Ci raised his head to look, and he couldn't see the end at a glance. Still not coming to pick us up?"

Ning Chengfeng dragged him up, "He must be entangled by his brother again."

"Tsk tsk." Cui Ci expressed his dissatisfaction while reaching out to snatch the maple leaf from Ning Chengfeng's hand.

Ning Chengfeng's big maple leaf was torn off in half, and his elbow hit Cui Ci's stomach, causing Cui Ci to cry out in pain. Ask me to make gestures.

Hee hee ha ha, all the way through the red leaf maple forest that stretches to the peak, and when we reach the peak, it is already the top of the forest on the moon.

Someone came with a sword piercing the clouds and riding the moon. A green shirt drew a beautiful arc under the cold moonlight, circled around the two of them chicly, and jumped off the sword with his hands behind his back.

Then he reached out and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his sleeves.

Cui Ci clapped his hands again and again, teasing with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Brother Wen is getting more and more flirtatious."

Wen Zaiye didn't know where to pull out the folding fan, his forehead was about to twitch, Cui Ci grabbed Ning Chengfeng's sleeve to block it, and the three of them immediately got into a mess.

Changsheng Cliff is on the top of Thirteen Peaks, and the huge and bright full moon hangs in front of you, as if you can touch it with your hand.

The autumn wind was cool, the three teenagers were sitting on the edge of the cliff, Wen Zaiye took out a large oil paper bag from his arms, spread it out on the grass, the fragrance immediately wafted into his nostrils, Cui Ci's eyes turned green.

"Knowing that you are coming, I went to the Linggu Sect next door to buy it. I added a thermal insulation talisman on it, and it is still warm." Wen Zaiye raised his chin and smiled: "It's not that I won't pick you up, it's really this roasted sparrow. It’s so popular, there’s a long queue.”

Cui Ci stopped paying attention to the etiquette of his family's children, reached out and grabbed one, took a bite, and said with satisfaction: "What kind of gods are there in the Linggu Sect, how can they make food so delicious!"

Ning Chengfeng reservedly picked up a sparrow and admired it for a while. He felt that the sparrow was too ugly to eat, but because the fragrance was so attractive, he was struggling, and a large mouthful of sparrow meat was stuffed into his mouth.

The mouthfeel was wonderful, and he chewed it involuntarily. After he realized it, he had already eaten half of it, and immediately glared at the culprit.

"Hahahaha!" Wen Zaiye and Cui Ci laughed out loud.

Although it was ugly, Ning Chengfeng ate very satisfied, and took out a jar of spirit wine from the ring, Wen Zaiye and Cui Ci took out the cups very consciously, Wen Zaiye said: "You secretly dig your brother's spirit again Alcohol."

Ning Chengfeng smiled slyly, "How can something between brothers be called stealing?"

Even if he doesn't dig it out, sooner or later that colored vine will be cheaper.

After drinking and eating, they lay sprawled on the grass and looked at the moon. The stars and rivers were shining under the sky, insects chirped on Changsheng Cliff, and maple leaves rustled.

"I've made a plan. Let's go from the teleportation array in Liuzhou, leave Gen Mansion, use the teleportation array directly to Zhongzhou, go west along the endless river, and then teleport to Xinzhou, Duifu." Wen Zaiye stretched out his hand and patted Touch Cui Ci's belly.

Cui Ci dishonestly kicked him and Ning Chengfeng's legs back and forth, proudly said: "My father thought I was fined to go home for ten days."

They were punished to go home for a month by Hao Zheng, an old man. When they separated, they made a unified confession and planned to spend the remaining 20 days to play around.

The three of them had been yearning for Xingluoya and Dark Field for a long time, and they had set this goal long ago.

"My father always keeps me from wandering around, but my mother said that when I was my age, he left the house to travel around." Cui Ci said unconvinced: "Now I have completed the foundation building. , and not allowed to go here or there.”

"My master won't let me in the early stage of Jindan, and I have to suffer Hao Zheng's training in Wanxuan Yuan every day." Wen Zaiye rolled around on the grass.

Ning Chengfeng sat up and said: "Ning Xingyuan created the Rejuvenation Formation when he was sixteen, but I am only in the middle stage of Golden Core now."

Cui Ci groaned angrily, "Your brother even made it into the top ten of the Tianji list when he was sixteen! Seventeen prefectures rarely produce a peerless genius in thousands of years, and I don't even deserve to be named alongside him."

Ning Chengfeng's eyes lit up and said: "No, I must become stronger, as powerful as Ning Xingyuan, uphold the righteousness and eliminate evil, slay demons and demons! Join the Chongzheng League founded by my brother!"

"Add me!" Wen Zaiye said with longing on his face: "Chongzheng League only recruits the top [-] sect families in the [-] states. I will be the head in the future, and I will lead the Yunzhong sect to the top [-]! !"

Cui Ci had no ambitions, so he cupped his hands at them, "You two elder brothers, don't forget each other even if you are rich!"

Wen Zaiye kicked him, "Who is your brother? My real brother is sleeping in the house!"

"Why does the little bird sleep every day?" Ning Chengfeng was eager to try, "I haven't seen him for a long time and I still miss him a little."

"Get lost! Every time you see him, you have to make him cry, and I have to coax him for a long time every time." Wen Zaiye hurriedly dispelled his dangerous thoughts.

Ning Chengfeng scolded him with a smile, and Cui Ci rushed to join in the fun. He raised his arm to block, but directly broke Cui Ci's neck, twisted into a strange posture, and smiled at him blankly.

Wen Zaiye next to him was suddenly covered in blood, and stared at him with wide-eyed horror.

Ning Chengfeng was shocked, jumped up from Changsheng Cliff, and ran into the room.

The bright moon was in the sky, spilled into the room through the window, and landed on the table——

The cracks on the table were mottled, and looked very old under the cold moonlight.

The person lying on the bed frowned, his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Ning Buwei stared at the azure bed curtain with a dazed expression.

When cultivation has reached a certain level, dreaming is not a good thing. Maybe it's the influence of Yan Lanpei's soul-retracing, or maybe it's because he is no different from ordinary people now, and even his dreams are so close to reality.

He has...hadn't had a dream for a long time, and he still dreamed about people and things hundreds of years ago-those things that seemed to him so far away in his previous life, and he didn't want to remember them.

Ning Xiu nestled in his arms and cried, but there were no tears on his face. Ning Buwei picked him up, and sure enough, he urinated again.

Ning Buwei was distracted while changing his diaper.

During the day, he sensed the traces of the Suzaku fragments and wanted to find them, but he still couldn't cultivate after trying. Although most of the dantian and meridians were repaired by the kind-hearted fairy, after all, the fairy's cultivation was limited and it was impossible to cultivate. Repair him inside and out, he can only heal gradually and slowly, the best way is to take good care of him.

So he held his breath and slowly healed his wounds with the help of the spiritual power in the existing pieces of Suzaku Broken Knife, but at some point he fell asleep and had such a specious dream.

Did he think about the old things when he saw the red maple forest in the daytime, or was this dream heralding something to him?

Ning Buwei looked serious, and Ning Xiu kicked his wrist.

When he lowered his head, the diaper almost covered his son's face.

"........."