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

Ning Buwei looked up at the moon, but felt that the moonlight was a bit dazzling.

Ning Xiu moved in his lapel, whining and chirping to express that he was woken up, Wen Zaiye turned his head to look at his moving lapel, his originally dull eyes were a little more curious.

Ning Buwei lifted Ning Xiu out, and asked in a somewhat blunt tone: "Do you want to hug him?"

Wen Zaiye saw him take out a white and tender baby like a magic trick, Wen Yan raised his hand and put it down awkwardly, "I...have never hugged a child before."

Ning Buwei said against his conscience: "It's okay, he is very good."

At best, get angry and kick people three feet away.

Ning Xiu looked at the big brother who was unfamiliar in front of him, he was even more curious than him, and shouted imposingly: "Ah~ah~"

my daddy~ me~

Wen Zaiye smiled faintly, and stretched out his hand again.

However, before touching the swaddle, nearly a hundred streams of light suddenly approached her eyes.

Ning Buwei waved his wide sleeves, and the invisible barrier spread open from the palm of his hand, blocking the menacing wind from outside the barrier, his eyes were unconsciously filled with killing intent, but the moment he saw the person coming, he put away the barrier , Annihilated the killing intent.

The movement was so fast that everyone didn't notice it at all.

And the only person who can perceive it is not on him.

The leader was wearing a dark blue robe with a cold look on his face. When he saw the young man in green, he raised his hand and signaled the disciples behind him to stop.

Wen Heshen stared at Wen Zainye on the stone platform, forced all the turbulent emotions back to the bottom of his heart, and shouted in a deep voice: "Brother."

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples with Yujian hanging in the air looked surprised.

They have never heard that Master has an elder brother, and this boy looks sixteen or seventeen at best!

All the disciples were in shock, especially Chen Feng and Wu Liang, who committed the crime, suddenly felt a burst of despair.

Both Jiang Yizheng and the young man are alive, and the young man is still the elder brother of their master!

If the other party points it out, they will definitely die this time!

Sun Zhi fainted from fright.

Regardless of how terrified Wu Liang and others were, Wen Zaiye himself on the stone platform was very calm, he bowed his hands to Wen He deeply and said: "I'm afraid this elder has admitted the wrong person."

This elder—Wen Heshen's eyes froze, and the corners of his lips were pressed down.

"Brother, follow me back first, and I will explain to you later." He deliberately slowed down his tone as if he was afraid of scaring the other party.

The disciples of the Thirteen Peaks had never seen their resolute and resolute master so gentle. Even Han Ziyang, who had always been prudent, gave Wen Heshen a surprised look.

Ning Buwei lowered his eyes and stood silently aside, almost turning into a rocky cliff.

Jiang Yizheng was overwhelmed by this mighty battle, and stayed for a long time before moving a little behind Ning Buwei, and he immediately felt relieved and gained confidence in his heart.

Her father could have narrowly escaped death in such a dangerous situation in Linjiang City, so there is nothing to fear in such a small scene now.

"Master, what about the handyman father and daughter?" The second disciple Chen Zichu received his younger brother Chen Feng's plea for help, and before everyone could react, he asked, "Should we take them down first?"

Jiang Yizheng's complexion suddenly changed, relying on Ning Buwei to be here, he boldly said: "Why did you take us down? It was clearly Wu Liang and Chen Feng who pushed me and this senior off the cliff, my father—"

Her father, why did her father appear here?

She stumbled, turned to look at Ning Buwei for help, but her father obviously kept silent as if he had nothing to do with him, and had no intention of helping her at all.

"I haven't been going back. My father came to look for me because he was worried!" Jiang Yi was trying to get his wits about him, pointing at Wu Liang, Chen Feng and Sun Zhi, and angrily said, "They're going to kill me and my father in partnership. Buping came to help, but they pierced his shoulder with a sword, and he lost too much blood and passed out!"

Hearing that Wen Zaiye was injured, Wen Heshen's face suddenly became very ugly.

"If you don't believe me, look, the wound is still there—" Jiang Yizheng turned his head and pointed at Wen Jaeye's shoulder, his indignation instantly turned into disbelief.

Wen Zaiye's shoulder that was pierced before was intact, only the clothes were torn, not even bloodstained...it was simply unconvincing.

At the critical moment of the confrontation, Jiang Yizheng anxiously said to Wen Zaiye: "Senior, please say something!"

As a result, Wen Zaiye frowned and said, "I...don't remember."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yizheng was dumbfounded, and Wu Liang and Chen Feng felt as if they had been pardoned.

"Master! This disciple dares to swear to the sky, it is definitely her who fought with this senior on the edge of the cliff and caused the senior to fall off the cliff. We originally wanted to dissuade Nai, but we were a step too late! Master, please learn from me!" Chen Feng said loudly: " Even now she doesn't know how to repent and confuse the public, this kind of person must not stay in Thirteen Peaks!"

"Jiang Daoyou is definitely not this kind of person!" Feng Zizhang said suddenly: "Master, I can guarantee Jiang Yizheng that she will never kill anyone for no reason!"

"Then do you mean that Master's elder brother wants to kill her?" The second senior brother Chen Zichu caught the loophole in his words and gave him a cold look.

"That's not what I meant. There must be some misunderstanding..." Feng Zizhang suddenly lost his temper.

"You're clearly taking sides with them! This father and daughter have unknown origins and are acting suspiciously, yet you're still on their side?" Wu Zi Chen Xinhan looked at him disappointed again.

Feng Zizhang's eyes turned red, and he murmured, "No, I—"

"Enough!" Wen He sternly stopped.

The noisy disciples suddenly quieted down, leaving only the whistling of the wind.

"The matter will be discussed later, and the person involved will be taken back to the Xingjie Hall for custody." Wen He said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Han Ziyang knew that the master did not listen to anyone's words, and for some reason he breathed a sigh of relief for Junior Brother Zizhang.

Ning Buwei held Ning Xiu in his arms, and rarely resisted. Together with Jiang Yizheng, they were imprisoned by the inner disciples of Yunzhongmen and put into the dungeon of Xingjie Hall.

The dungeon is surrounded by large defensive formations, and dense incantations are engraved on the railings to prevent the people inside from escaping. After the lock is locked, the malfunctioning formations in the prison will be activated immediately, Jiang Yizheng felt that the spiritual power in the sea disappeared in an instant, and he was stunned. for a long time.

On the other hand, Ning Buwei looked like the master came to inspect the dungeon. He carried Ning Xiu in his arms and walked around the prison unhurriedly. He lifted up his clothes and sat cross-legged on the hay.

Seeing this, Jiang Yizheng picked a place not too far away, squatted down against the wall, sucked his nose hard, and after a long time, he whispered:

"Senior, what I said is true, I didn't lie. Wu Liang and Chen Feng bothered me before. On the way back to the restaurant, I heard that they were plotting to kill you, but I accidentally found out. Saved me, he was really hit by a sword..."

Jiang Yizheng became more and more wronged as he talked, and couldn't figure out why things turned out like this.

Lying in his father's arms, Ning Xiu looked at the big sister with red eyes, and comforted her kindly, "Ah~"

don't cry~

Ning Buwei raised his eyelids and gave her a neutral look.

Jiang Yizheng thought that he was going to speak up to make an idea, and looked at him expectantly.

Ning Buwei looked down at Ning Xiu's drooling, stretched out his hand to poke, the old god was there, and didn't jump out a word.

Jiang Yizheng: "..."

What a ruthless father.

The dungeon was damp and cold, with only a dimly lit candle on the wall. The old stone slabs were full of cracked lines, extending around and cut off by a few scattered dry grasses.

Jiang Yi was looking at the thick brown blood stains on the stone slab, and thought to himself, this dungeon has been built for hundreds of thousands of years, and there may be countless people who died in it.

There are not many more unjust deaths of her.

As she thought about it, she caught a glimpse of a petal on the ground out of the corner of her eye, stretched out her hand and twirled it, her eyes puzzled.

When will Yunzhongmen start to grow peach blossoms?

-

Thirteen Peaks Qingfeng Pavilion.

Han Ziyang put a brand new set of robes by the bed, and the young man sitting by the table said, "Master, this is the change of clothes that Master ordered for you."

The boy's reaction was a bit slow, and it took a long time before he responded, "Thank you."

"Disciple, leave." Han Ziyang saluted him as a disciple, and then went out.

"Wait." Wen Zaiye called to stop him, and asked slowly: "The people at Changshengya..."

Han Ziyang froze for a moment, "Master is talking about Broken Heart Cliff, right?"

Wen Zaiye said: "Isn't it always called Changshengya?"

Han Ziyang was about to answer, but the door was pushed open from the outside, he hurriedly saluted, "Master."

"Go down." Wen He said deeply.

"Yes."

Han Ziyang stepped back and closed the door, only Wen Heshen and Wen Zaye were left in the room.

Wen Heshen walked to the table, poured him a cup of tea, put it in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Drink tea, brother."

Wen Zaiye looked at the rising tea mist for a long time, and looked at him with strange eyes, "My younger brother Xiaohe...is only ten years old this year, elder, I'm afraid you are...really mistaken."

He still didn't speak very sharply, always with unnatural pauses, but when he mentioned his younger brother, he had a gentle smile on his face.

Wen He clenched his hands deep in his sleeves into fists, his nails dug into the flesh of his palms, but he couldn't feel any pain.

"I'm Xiaohe." Wen Heshen tried to smile at him, but he could only twitch the corners of his mouth stiffly, half crying, half smiling, half smiling, extremely embarrassing.

Wen Zaiye's eyes were puzzled, and he doubted, "Why are you... so old?"

"I am 510 years old this year, which is very old." Wen He said deeply.

Wen Zaiye was puzzled: "But I'm only sixteen this year, why are you older than me...almost five hundred years old?"

"I also want to ask you why." Wen Heshen raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, "You clearly said you would be back soon."

Wen Zaiye was stunned for a moment, "What?"

Wen He twitched the corner of his mouth deeply, "You really don't remember."

Wen Zaiye frowned, "I really forgot many things."

"Do you still remember Ning Chengfeng?" Wen Heshen asked again.

"Of course I remember." Wen Zaiye said: "Chengfeng is my friend."

"What about Wen Heshen?"

Wen Zaiye said with a smile: "Xiaohe is my real brother, the only relative I have in this world."

"But you don't want him anymore." Wen Heshen's voice carried a bitter coldness in the autumn and winter air.

"You abandoned him and let him live alone in this world for 500 years."