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

Ning Buwei's eyes froze, and then his five fingers transformed into claws, and spiritual power surged out, crushing it directly. Under the water mirror, the person's body was just a dry peach blossom branch, which suddenly turned into powder and dissipated.

A stream of light emerged from the dead branches and rushed towards Changsheng Cliff, Ning Bu wanted to chase, but Feng Zizhang said loudly: "Senior, be careful behind your back!"

Ning Buwei turned around sharply, just in time to catch a sword.

Holding the sword, Chen Zichu sneered and said, "Sure enough, it's not a good thing."

Just looking at the strong evil spirit around this person, it almost overflowed the Thirteen Peaks.

"Feng Zizhang, open your eyes and take a good look, this is the person you insist on bringing back!" Wu Zisong shouted angrily, "I'm afraid you brought back a devil!"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Buwei raised his sleeves, and the two of them were thrown out, and then hit the tree heavily.

Feng Zizhang was naturally aware of this spooky aura, after all, he was still imprisoned by a huge skeleton, unable to move his hands and feet.

The one hundred and eight formations of the mountain protection formation complement each other, pulling a thread to move the whole body, Chen Zichu made a rash move, and Wu Zisong exposed his position, and the entire formation was exposed to Ning Buwei.

He made a formula with one hand and broke the formation with the other. The one hundred and eight mountain protection formations were washed away by the black mist flowing around. The inner disciples in the formation were all mentally wounded and fell to the ground like dumplings. Life or death is unknown.

"Senior!" Feng Zizhang called him, but Ning Bu ignored it and flew straight to the direction of Broken Heart Cliff.

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On Duanchang Cliff, Wen Heshen sensed that someone was coming, and immediately blocked Wen Zaiye's five senses.

He looked at the severely injured remnant soul, and frowned in disgust, "Why did you come out?"

"I'm just going to pass a message." Countless peach petals instantly solidified into a human form, revealing Dulu's gloomy face, and he said with a wicked smile: "If it wasn't for that little boy from Sijitang that Ning Buwei has been taking Girl, I really can't get close to him."

"Soul possession is such a low-level method." Wen He sneered coldly: "Why do you need to do so much?"

"If you really want to say it's unnecessary, I'm afraid it's not because you insist on resurrecting a corpse." Du Lu looked at the slow-moving Wen Zaiye, and grinned, "The walking dead made by three souls and seven souls——uh!"

Wen He grabbed his neck deeply, and said slowly: "When will it be your turn to intervene in my affairs? You have spoiled the interest of a good play. I promised to take you in, but I didn't promise not to kill you."

"I've died once before, but it's just another one." Du Lu suddenly scattered countless peach petals, slipped away from Wen He's deep palm, and solidified into a human form again, but this time he stood a little farther away from him, "Even so, we must show our young master what kind of talent Ning Xingyuan is."

"I don't care what you guys are going to do." Wen He said coldly: "Your rejuvenation formation is not as good as the demon vine's rejuvenation formation. Brother's body has been dead for 500 years and cannot carry his spirit. I want Linglong bone."

Du Lu smiled and said: "At that time, if you didn't notice Linglong Gu's aura outside Linjiang City, would you agree with your little apprentice to bring Ning Buwei back? Linglong Gu is the little baby in his arms, after refining it."

Wen He frowned deeply.

"Come on, Elder Wen." Du Lu sneered: "Why do you pretend to be so hypocritical now?"

"You sealed Wen Zaiye in an ice coffin for 500 years, meticulously repairing his remnant soul every day, and selected so many children who match his birth date as apprentices. You know what you are thinking." The smile on Du Lu's face was very joyful, "I heard that this piece of Suzaku knife in Jaye's body is just to wake him up early, if you really want to keep him in this world, you have to use exquisite bones to mold his flesh and blood, and then use Those one hundred and eight good apprentices of yours sacrificed to mend his remnants—"

"The Daoist of the seventeen states heard that He Shen is upright and hates evil like hatred. He is a rare upright and resolute person in the world." Du Lu laughed loudly: "What an upright and resolute person!"

Wen Heshen's eyes were full of killing intent, but Du Lu was not afraid, and even a little excited that he was about to have what he wanted.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and Ning Buwei, who was full of evil spirits, fell on the Broken Heart Cliff.

"It really is you, Dulu." Ning Buwei looked at the half-human, half-ghost Dulu in front of him, and said in disgust, "Yan Lanpei shouldn't use the rejuvenation array to meddle in other people's business."

It would be fine to resurrect those insignificant people, but Dulu also had a glimmer of life.

Unexpectedly, when Du Lu heard his words, he was furious, "I can survive only because of the rejuvenation array I learned by myself!"

Ning Buwei sneered and said, "It's up to you?"

The contempt in the voice made Du Lu so angry that he almost lost his mind. He pointed to Wen Zaiye beside him and said, "He was also resurrected by me!"

Wen Zaiye, who lost all five senses, stood quietly on the edge of the heartbroken cliff, not breathing, his movements were slow, and his face was pale.

Seeing that Ning did not come here, Wen He immediately recovered Wen Zaye's five senses, stood beside him and said, "Brother, did you see it? This is Ning Chengfeng you rescued—"

"The big devil who everyone can get and punish now, I would rather not do it."

The person who showed his evil spirit in the water mirror just now appeared in front of him, Wen Zaiye looked at Ning Buwei in disbelief, "Chengfeng?"

Ning Buwei pressed down the corners of his lips and remained silent, the spiritual power in his body was draining rapidly, but he didn't want to make a move.

Wen Heshen was not forgiving, and stared at Wen Zaye, "You remember it, right? Back then you were just like that idiot Feng Zizhang! You took the badge to save him! You are besieged, he would rather Chengfeng He is so precious, you must risk your life to protect him!"

Numerous pictures flooded into my mind like a flood, Wen Jaeye hugged his head in collapse, his eyes were red, "Don't say it...you don't say it..."

"I want to say it!" Wen Heshen grabbed the young man's pale and slender neck, forced him to look at Ning Buwei, gritted his teeth and said, "You left Master and me, and died for your friend!! You died do you know!?"

Wen Zaiye was trembling all over, "No, I didn't intend to abandon you and Master..."

The voice was sobbing, but the eyes were still empty, not even a drop of tears could flow.

"Wen Zaiye, ask yourself! Who are you worthy of!?" Wen Heshen looked sullen and pressed on every step of the way.

"Enough!" Ning Buwei snorted coldly, Suzaku smashed his knife and slammed at Wen He's arm that was holding Wen Zaye deeply, "Can't you see that he doesn't want to hear it!"

Xianfeng sword came out, and the strong spiritual power blocked Suzaku Broken Knife, Wen He said in a deep voice: "Is it your turn to say this? Why don't you think about who made him into the half-dead state he is now!?"

Ning Buwei suddenly fell silent.

Wen Heshen smiled sarcastically when he saw this, "So you also know that it was you who did it!"

Xianfeng Sword rushed towards Ning Buwei, but Ning Buwei just blocked and did not attack, and was soon forced to retreat step by step.

Wen He pressed forward to him, his face full of disgust, "Ning Chengfeng! If you still feel a little bit ashamed, hand over your Linglong bones! Let my brother be completely resurrected! You owe him this!"

Ning Xiu, who was tucked in the lapel, moved a little, but obediently did not make a sound.

Ning Buwei looked at Wen Heshen expressionlessly, and said coldly, "I owe him my life, but I don't owe you."

"Then you give it back to him!"

As its name suggests, Xianfeng Sword is as swift as the wind and as heavy as a thousand jun.

However, in an instant, the wind and cloud changed suddenly, billowing black mist poured out from the fragments of Suzaku, and countless white bones accumulated into a thick barrier, which stubbornly blocked the sword.

Countless white bones shattered all over the place, and then gathered again, and the ghosts cried and howled endlessly.

The spiritual power was about to be exhausted, and there was a sharp pain from the sea of ​​self-knowledge. There were several cracks on the outside of the dantian that had just been repaired, and there were faint signs of shattering.

Ning Buwei took the time to think, what a pity for that fairy's good craftsmanship, fortunately there is no need to say goodbye, otherwise the other party will definitely annoy him.

Seeing that Ning Buwei was exhausted, Du Lu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, could no longer hold back, and flew straight up to Ning Xiu who was in Ning Buwei's front.

"Looking for death!" Ning Buwei flipped his wrist, and the hilt of the Suzaku knife, which had been silent for a long time, finally saw the light of day, and the black mist that was a hundred times thicker than before instantly swept Du Lu into it.

Countless ghosts and ghosts imprisoned Dulu's remnant soul, pulled him out of the human form condensed from the petals and dead branches, screamed and laughed, and sealed the frightened Dulu's remnant soul into the handle of the knife.

However, Ning Buwei's remaining spiritual power was completely exhausted at this moment, countless skeletons and ghosts died down, and the evil spirit hanging over the Thirteen Peaks was instantly emptied.

The Xianfeng sword slashed down with strong spiritual power, he only had time to protect Ning Xiu in his arms, and tried his best to roll to the side, but the movement was a little slow, Wen Heshen took advantage of the victory and pursued, and stabbed his sword at his throat.

The red blood talisman was tightly held in the palm of Ning Buwei, but he did not respond to the enemy for a long time. Unexpectedly, the Xianfeng sword stopped in mid-air.

A pale hand firmly held the blade, dark green blood dripped into the dust, and a strange fragrance emanated from the surroundings.

Ning Buwei and Wen He were both stunned.

The owner of that hand straightened his back, standing on a messy heartbroken cliff, with a strangely calm expression.

He turned his head to look at Wen Heshen, and said slowly: "Chengfeng owes nothing to anyone. I was the one who wanted to save him back then, so naturally I should bear the karma of this choice."

"Wen Heshen." Wen Zaiye's tone became the same as that of ordinary people, with a bit of regret in his gentleness, "I bought you chestnuts fried in sugar, but... I didn't have time to peel them for you and take them back. "

"Why Changsheng Cliff was changed to Broken Intestine Cliff, I also know—"

500 years ago.

Gen Mansion Liuzhou Yunzhongmen.

Wen Zaiye drew another messenger talisman and sent it out through the window.

"Brother, why aren't you asleep yet?" Wen He climbed off the bed sleepily, hugged his pillow in his bare feet, and ran to Wen Zaye's bed with a smudge on his face. Red marks from the pillow.

A ten-year-old child doesn't know much, except that his elder brother seems to be preoccupied.

"Go to bed now." Wen Zaiye closed the window, reached out to hug him and stuffed him into his quilt, and said with a smile, "How old are you, you still want to squeeze me?"

Wen He laughed twice, hugged his brother's arm, and arched his brother's arms against his hair that was ruined like a chicken coop.

Wen Zaiye habitually patted him on the back to lull him to sleep, but he himself did not feel sleepy.

Now the whole southeast Xun Mansion is in turmoil, the master called him back from Wanxuan Yuan early and ordered him not to go down the mountain, and as early as a month and a half ago, he broke contact with Ning Chengfeng.

There was no response to the letter sent out, and Wen Zaiye sighed.

"Brother, are you worried about Brother Chengfeng?" Wen He asked in a low voice.

Although he and Ning Chengfeng have always been at odds, every time they meet, they are bullied and cry, and they refuse to even say a word in front of their faces, but in private, they always want to call Chengfeng brother Chengfeng brother.

And Ning Chengfeng collected any interesting things and asked him to give them to him. Every time he clamored to see Xiaoniao, but when he saw him, he bullied others with his mouth and hand, and vowed not to stop until he made people cry. I really can't understand the way these two people get along.

Wen Zaiye didn't want to talk to him at first, but after all, he was only 16 years old, young people are always impatient, "Chengfeng has a quick temper. The young master has fallen, the Xun Mansion is full of tricks, the vine demons are in chaos, and there are countless casualties... A month and a half ago, Chengfeng said that he was about to arrive at the Xun Mansion, but now there is no news, I am afraid-"

Wen He thought for a while and said, "Isn't Mr. Xingyuan the elder brother of Brother Chengfeng?"

"Yeah." Wen Zaiye thought of Ning Chengfeng's amazing and brilliant genius brother, and still couldn't help feeling sorry, "Mr. Xingyuan is only 99 years old, and he is already a Mahayana Dzogchen. Master also asserted that Mr. Xingyuan would not be born in two years. A hundred years old will surely ascend."

Wen Heshen was still young, but he couldn't help feeling sad because of his regretful tone, "But he died."

Wen Zaiye fell silent.

Because of Ning Chengfeng's relationship, he had met Ning Xingyuan several times. He was a gentle and modest young man who was kind to others, but he was such a good person. did not live to be a hundred years old.

Even if it's just building a foundation, you can live to be three hundred years old.

"Brother Chengfeng's elder brother died, he must be very sad." Wen He nestled deeply in his arms and said, "I dreamed that you were dead, brother, and I cried for a long time."

"Dreams are always upside down." Wen Zaiye said with a smile, stretched out his hand and pinched his ears, "You are so young, you think a lot, go to bed quickly, or you won't grow taller."

Wen He looked up at him deeply, "Is it really the opposite?"

"Of course." Wen Zaiye said to him solemnly: "I want to live to be a thousand years old, and then I will take many apprentices in the Thirteen Peaks, and let them call you Shishu."

"Then if they can't recite the runes and mantras like me, can I train them like the master trained me?" Wen He asked deeply.

"Of course." Wen Zaiye laughed, "But you still have to be a good-tempered uncle, so that my apprentices will like you."

"Oh, then I won't train them." Wen He muttered deeply: "I have a very good temper."

Children have few things on their minds, so they forget about it when they say it, but Wen Zaiye waited until dawn with his eyes open.

A few days later, Wen Heshen was slapped on the palm by Wen Si because he didn't recite the method, and he hid on the Longevity Cliff crying out of breath.

Wen Zaiye found the crying man behind a thick maple tree, knelt down and wiped his tears with his sleeve, "Xiaohe, Master is looking for you everywhere."

"...Master is bad, he will definitely spank my ass again." Wen Heshen was still a little scared while complaining, sobbing: "Brother, I really can't memorize it, it's so long, why do I have to memorize these things I don't understand ?”

Wen Zaiye said with a smile: "You can practice and become powerful only after you know how to recite it."

"Is it as good as you and Brother Chengfeng and Brother Xiaoci?" Wen He took a deep breath.

"You should be stronger than us." Wen Zaiye coaxed him, "You are much smarter than the three of us."

Wen He's deep eyes lit up. For a ten-year-old child, the elder brothers who are fifteen or sixteen years old are the role models he most yearns for. They are neither as childish as their peers, nor as dull as their masters and uncles. Always in high spirits.

"Then I will study hard." Wen Heshen stood up, wiped his eyes, was held by Wen Zaiye and walked down the Changsheng Cliff, and halfway through the walk, he smelled the aroma coming from the dining room, and couldn't help swallowing Drooling, "Brother, I want to eat candied chestnuts."

"I'll buy it for you after you finish memorizing this."

"it is good!"

But the mental method was really too long, and the ten-year-old child stumbled and memorized it for nearly half a month before he managed to memorize it completely.

And the countless letters sent by Wen Zaiye finally got an answer.

He put the sugar-fried chestnuts he just bought in his sleeves, and hurried down the mountain.

He found Chengfeng in the town under Yunzhongmen Mountain.

The young man, who was always so expensive that he even had to pick out his hairband from Jinyi Pavilion for a long time, was standing in the narrow and cramped alley, wearing a tattered cloth, holding a knife wrapped in cloth strips, hiding in the shadows with an indifferent expression, The cheeks are so thin that they are sunken, but a pair of eyes are so stubborn that they shine.

The moment she saw him, her eyes were still blushing, and then her jaw tensed again, and her eyes lowered.

"Chengfeng!" Wen Zaiye ran over, looked him up and down, his eyes sore, "Great, it's great that you're fine!"

"I have received all your letters." Ning Chengfeng grabbed the knife in his arms, the back of the young man's thin hands showed veins due to excessive force, "It was not convenient to reply to the letter before, I just came...to see you, then Got to go."

Wen Zaiye grabbed his wrist, "Where are you going?"

"I—" Ning Chengfeng choked, but he really couldn't find a reason to lie, his whole body was like a sharp knife, cold and silent.

Wen Zaiye said: "You follow me back to Yunzhongmen."

Wen Zaiye knew that it wasn't as he said that it was inconvenient to reply to the letter before, but now that the Ning family members are yelling and beating, he must be afraid of dragging himself down, so he hesitated to reply to the letter.

Maybe he is really desperate now, Wen Zaiye thought.

Ning Chengfeng stood silently in the shadows without answering.

"Yunzhongmen has not joined the Chongzheng League, and it is far away from the Xun Mansion, not to mention my master is so powerful, those people will not dare to make trouble." Very powerful."

Young people are always naive and reckless, with unrealistic expectations and confidence in themselves and others.

In their eyes, the teacher who has been controlling them all day long is extremely powerful, otherwise how can they control them submissively, and they are all well-known names?

Ning Chengfeng pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were black and blue, he was already exhausted after working so hard these days, he really wanted a place where he could sleep well.

Maybe it was because Liuzhou was too far away from Ningcheng, maybe Wen Zaiye's tone was too firm, or maybe he was really exhausted, when Wen Zaiye dragged him up the mountain, he didn't refuse.

The road up the mountain was still long, and the fiery maple forest seemed to be on fire, but this time they were all very silent.

Wen Zaiye didn't ask anything about the Ning family, for fear of making his friend sad, he took out the chestnut in his sleeve and handed it to Chengfeng, "I just bought it, it's still warm."

Ning Chengfeng didn't have much appetite, but Wen Zaiye peeled a few grains for him and handed them to him.

"Xiaohe has been clamoring to eat for a long time, and I just bought it for him today." Wen Zaiye said: "But you came just in time."

Ning Chengfeng smiled, but his face was full of reluctance, he ate a few warm chestnuts, "I ate his chestnuts, I'm afraid he will make trouble with you again."

Seeing him laughing, Wen Zaiye felt relieved, "I will buy it for him tomorrow and it will be the same."

Thirteen Peaks people are not small, Wen Zaiye thinks about it, so he can only temporarily put him in the firewood room behind the dining room.

"There are very few people here. You should be wronged for a night, and after I report it to the master, let him settle you down." Wen Zaiye said with some guilt: "I should have gone down the mountain to find you."

Ning Chengfeng shook his head, "You are willing to take me in, I am already very grateful."

"We are good brothers. If you are so polite, I will be annoyed." Seeing his tired expression, Wen Zaiye took out all the pills and charms on his body, "I will find some for you when I go back. Go to the peak to find my master."

Ning Chengfeng nodded, and stopped him when he reached the door, "In the field, it's okay if your master doesn't agree, I will go down the mountain myself."

Wen Zaiye shook his head, and said firmly: "Master will never drive you away, don't think too much about it."

He hurried to Wen Si's residence and reported the situation to him.

Wen Si was three hundred years old at the time, and he was a strict and strict master. He listened to his senior apprentice explain the whole situation, pondered for a while and said: "This is a big matter, and it must be decided by the head of the sect."

Wen Zaiye was stunned, "Master, can't we hide him quietly? After the limelight passes, I will send him to a safe place."

Wen Si looked at him with an inexplicable expression, "In the eight prefectures and seventeen prefectures in the cultivation world, the Ning family monopolizes the Xun prefecture and the two prefectures of Shang and Shang. In its heyday, not to mention that there was no Shizong, even all the aristocratic families of the sects added up to be courteous. However, there is not a single grass growing in the Xun Mansion now... The huge Ning family can't protect him, and our Yunzhongmen can't even rank in the top [-] in the cultivation world. Outside, things are not as simple as you think."

"Is there any safe place in these seventeen states?"

It was the first time Wen Zaye saw his master showing such an expression, and it was also the first time he realized that the master and sect he thought were omnipotent were just ordinary ones among countless people and sects.

He returned to the room in a daze, Wen He jumped into his arms, and asked happily: "Brother, brother, where are my sugar-fried chestnuts?"

"Give it to Brother Chengfeng." Wen Zaiye never lied to him, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Wen Heshen didn't make a fuss this time, probably seeing that he was in a bad mood, so he asked cautiously, "Where's Brother Chengfeng?"

"In the firewood room..." After thinking about it, Wen Zaiye felt that Master's dignified expression was wrong, so he put Wen Zaiye down, and said: "You sleep well, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

Wen Heshen was carried to the bed by him, "Brother, I want to eat candied chestnuts."

"Well, I'll bring it back for you." Wen Zaiye smiled and patted his little head, then turned and left in a hurry.

Wen Heshen thought about his sugar-fried chestnuts for a while, and thought about the difficult method for a while, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Zaiye went to the restaurant to buy chestnuts for his younger brother, and when he found no one in the woodshed, he knew something was wrong.

Ning Chengfeng was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Criminal Commandment Hall.

Wen Zaiye couldn't get in, so his first reaction was to go to Master Wen Si for a theory. He trusted Master so much, but when he turned around, Master put his friend in a dungeon.

However, Wen Si's deliberately lowered voice was heard outside the door: "...the people of the Chongzheng League have been notified, and they will arrive at dawn..."

"This matter is due to my ineffective discipline, which made Zai do something stupid. I will teach him a good lesson..."

"...he is young and doesn't know how to tell right from wrong...yes."

Wen Zaiye's eyes were stunned, and he staggered back two steps, only feeling that the tall and omnipotent image of the master in the past collapsed in his mind, Yu Jian hurriedly rushed to the punishment hall.

Relying on his acquaintance with the brother guarding the gate, he sneaked into the punishment hall.

The failure circle on the heavy lock exuded a cold light, and the cracked stone slab was covered with dark brown blood. Ning Chengfeng sat on the haystack with a few bloodstains on his face, but he was relieved when he saw him. In one breath, "Did I implicate you?"

Wen Zaiye was stunned, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Of course not, it was me... who exposed your whereabouts."

"There are people guarding outside, I'll lure them away later, you take the opportunity to escape." He said to Ning Chengfeng: "I will give you the waist card, use the waist card to open the mountain guard formation, and you can go out through the cloud gate , run as far as possible."

Ning Chengfeng frowned and said, "Then what should you do?"

"Don't worry about me." Wen Zaiye firmly stuffed the jade tablet engraved with cranes and auspicious clouds into his palm, and smiled at him: "Chengfeng, you must be fast, there is only one stick of incense time."

What happened next was very chaotic.

It was probably because Ning Chengfeng, an unlucky fellow, was so unlucky that he ran into the members of the Chongzheng League who came to Thirteen Peaks not long after he ran.

Xingjietang Wen Zaiye dragged on for a long time, but was finally noticed. Wen Si led everyone from Yunzhongmen to chase after them. There were wolves in front and tigers in back. Ning Chengfeng knew that he could not escape, so he could only hold on tightly. Holding the Suzaku Knife and staring at the people of the Chongzheng League fiercely, they will die together at worst.

He also has nothing to live for.

The original intention of the Chongzheng League was to capture him alive, so he was naturally hesitant not to kill him. This happened at the Yunzhong Gate, so Wen Si and the others naturally had to make a statement. They opened up the mountain protection formation, and Ning Chengfeng was bound to besieged there.

The young man who was driven to nowhere was like a mad trapped beast, his ferocity was aroused in despair, and it was the first time that he taught people to see the other side of the Suzaku sword.

The treacherous evil nature, on the contrary, aroused their determination to capture Ning Chengfeng.

No matter how powerful he was, he was only a 16-year-old boy in the Golden Core stage, who was not even a fraction of theirs at this age, and he was just careless and accidentally killed him.

Wen Zaiye rushed out at this time.

He is too familiar with the mountain guard formation of the Thirteen Peaks, and he has followed Wensi into it for countless times. Even though he is young, he can excel at Yunzhongmen and be selected into Wanxuan Yuan to become one of the best. It's up to me.

Most importantly, no one would have thought that he would have the courage to openly oppose Yun Zhongmen and Chongzheng League.

In order to open a way for others to survive, it is too stupid to risk their lives to win each other.

The mountain wind howled on the Longevity Cliff, and the young man in a blue gown straightened his back, propping up a door of life with his body, soaked in blood, and shouted loudly to his friends in the formation: "Ning Chengfeng! Go!"

With the bright moon hanging high, Ning Chengfeng raised his head in astonishment.

"Let's go!!" Wen Zaiye shouted angrily.

"In the wild!" Wen Si was shocked when he saw this, and hurried forward to stop him, but he was still a step too late, and only had time to protect half of his disciple's soul.

The large formation pressed down, crushing the young man's hard spine.

Ning Chengfeng, who had escaped from the Shengmen Gate, suddenly turned his head, only to see a stream of rich blood under Xiao Ran's moonlight, dripping and shattered, reflected in his pupils.

The sleeping child suddenly woke up.

"Brother?" Wen Heshen got up from the bed, subconsciously going to find his elder brother.

But the room was empty, his brother's half-drawn talisman last night was still lying quietly on the desk.

He was a little afraid of the dark, and he was dazed for a while before he remembered that his brother said before leaving that he would bring him fried chestnuts with sugar, and that he would be back soon.

The lights outside the window were brightly lit, and the voices of people were loud.

He just felt that there was a sudden emptiness somewhere in his heart, which made him feel uneasy, Wen Heshen stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and pushed open the door of Qingfeng Pavilion.

A small child walking in the crowd, very inconspicuous, although his aptitude is fair, but the master and elder brother are very used to him, after studying for several years, he barely learned a few mental methods and formulas, and now even Yujian can't Did not learn.

There were many more strangers in white clothes and red belts on the Thirteenth Peak, and many injured brothers from the same sect rushed down the mountain in a hurry.

"Brother, master, where are you?" He looked up at the people who descended the mountain in confusion, trying to find Wen Zaye and Wen Si.

"Brother... Wen Zaiye..." He shouted loudly, but the voice of a child was quickly lost in the crowd.

"Quick! Elder Wen Si was seriously injured! Hurry up and find the disciple of Yaofeng!" Someone hurried past with a sword.

"Master..." Wen He was taken aback, and hurried to the top of the mountain.

But I saw those monks in white clothes and red belts walking down in twos and threes.

"You actually told that kid Ning Chengfeng to run away...he took the Suzaku knife..."

"It's all because that little disciple from Yunzhongmen came out to make trouble, his brain is broken, he's looking for his own death..."

"Hey, I think his master is also stupid, and he even ran up to protect... Although the Cloud Gate is not very good, but the mountain guard array is really powerful, that kid's spine was crushed, right?"

"Tsk, stop talking, it hurts my teeth just thinking about it."

Wen He listened to their conversation in a daze, and struggled to climb up the mountain, "Master, brother! Where are you?"

"Where did you come from, little baby, get up, don't make trouble here!" Someone pushed him impatiently, and pushed him back, "Hurry up, someone help me!"

"Wen Zaiye is so fucking crazy! How many disciples were folded in for an outsider by playing tricks in the mountain protection formation! Wolf-hearted!" Someone cursed indignantly.

"It's just that I can't think clearly." Someone responded, "Hurry up, hurry up, Yaofeng is here!"

Wen Heshen heard his elder brother's name, grabbed the man and asked, "Where is my elder brother?"

The man didn't know him, "Who is your brother?"

"Wen Zaiye!" Wen He raised his head deeply, with tears in his eyes unconsciously, "Where's my brother?"

"Dead! He deserves to die!" The man spat and pushed him away with a sneer.

Wen He was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "You are talking nonsense! How could my brother die!? You are lying!"

"Heh, what did I lie to you for? The corpse is lying on the Longevity Cliff. I don't know whether to throw it under the cliff or throw it in a mass grave to feed the magic crow—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the ferocious child ran up the Changsheng Cliff and was knocked down many times. He heard others angrily scolding his brother and Ning Chengfeng along the way, but he never shed tears .

His brother was covered in blood, and his blue long gown, which was always meticulous, was in tatters. He was randomly thrown on the pile of rubble, lifeless.

"Brother?" He knelt down, shook Wen Zaiye vigorously, and called him, "Brother, brother."

Wen Zaiye was cold all over and remained motionless.

"Brother? Wen Zaye?" He knelt beside Wen Zaye and grabbed his cold hand, "Brother, brother, wake up, I'm Xiaohe."

There are noisy voices on Changsheng Cliff, and the moon is as cool as water.

The boy lying on the ground didn't respond for a long time, and he didn't act like usual, as long as he called brother, he would be picked up to coax him, and he would fly all over the Thirteen Peaks with Yujian.

Wen He looked at him in bewilderment. He was too young and was too well protected by his master and elder brother. He had never faced death directly, but instinctively began to fear and grieve.

He couldn't find his master, so he grabbed the brothers of Yunzhongmen and begged them, "Hurry up and save my brother!"

"You guys save him!"

"Please save him!"

But no one paid him any attention.

Some people even taunted him unceremoniously, "I heard that you deserve it yourself, you deserve it if you die!"

"Do you know how many people in Yunzhong Sect he has implicated because of an outsider!? My junior brother also died! It's because he got involved with Ning Chengfeng!"

"I'm dead... I can't be saved..."

Seeing how unbearable he was, a senior brother who was acquainted wanted to take him down the Changsheng Cliff, "Xiaohe, your elder brother is dead, and your master was seriously injured in order to protect him, and he still doesn't know whether he will live or die. Come down with me."

"You're talking nonsense! My brother said before that he would live to be a thousand years old! He won't die!" He retorted loudly, broke away from his brother's hand, and ran to the side of Wen Zaiye's body.

Thinking of the words of those people on the road, he thought, he couldn't let those people throw his brother under the Longevity Cliff, and he couldn't throw him into a mass grave to feed the magic crows.

He carried Wen Jaye's body on his back and walked towards Qingfeng Pavilion.

Speaking of carrying, how can a ten-year-old child carry a corpse that is about to grow up?

Usually, his brother could not take his Yujian within a distance of a stick of incense, but it became out of reach.

There were fewer and fewer people around, and the moonlight was thin. He strayed into a large maple forest and couldn't tell the direction at all.

Wen He fell below his knee, wanted to cry but held back, shook Wen Zaye's shoulders, and called him in a crying voice: "Brother, get up quickly, I can't find my way, I'm scared."

He is timid and useless, always likes to cry when things happen, and there are always people to coax him.

But this time there was no one.

He dragged his brother around in the maple forest all night, but he still couldn't get out of the maple forest.

That piece of maple forest became his lingering nightmare.

After dawn, he found that the Qingfeng Pavilion was just around the corner, but he searched for it all night.

He tried his best to get an ice coffin, hid his brother in Qingfeng Pavilion.

Maybe his master Wen Si didn't know, maybe he knew very well.

After Wen Si woke up, he looked at him apologetically, "Xiao He, it was I who killed the family."

Wen He grabbed his sleeve deeply and shook his head vigorously.

He only has his master left, how could it be the master who killed him?

It was obviously Ning Chengfeng.

If he hadn't come to Yunzhongmen, nothing would have happened, his brother wouldn't have died, master wouldn't have been injured, and they could still be the same as before.

Why did Ning Chengfeng come to Yunzhongmen?The young Wen He couldn't figure it out.

As he got older, Wen Heshen understood many things, but he still didn't want to understand them, but he needed to find someone to hate.

Later, he was older than his brother, taller than his brother, and his cultivation base was far beyond his brother.

He sat in front of the ice coffin every day, looking at the young man lying quietly inside.

"Brother, where's my sugar-fried chestnuts?"

"Didn't you say you'd be right back?"

He would always ask a few questions, as if he could come back to life by smelling the wild.

Later, Wen Si fell, and he became the peak master of the Thirteenth Peak, and became the uncompromising elder of Yunzhongmen, but he still wanted to come to the ice coffin every day to ask his brother.

"I changed the name of Changshengya to Broken Intestine Cliff, which sounds nice,"

"Wen Zaiye, don't you regret it later?"

"Wen Zaiye, what were you thinking when you died?"

"Wen Zaiye, why are you so great, risking your life to save Ning Chengfeng?"

"Wen Zaiye, have you forgotten me?"

"Wen Zaiye, say something."

"Wen Zaiye, I have taken in many apprentices, they should call you uncle."

"Wen Zaiye, say something."

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"Brother, where's my sugar-fried chestnuts?"

Wen He thought about it for 500 years, and couldn't understand why Wen Zaiye left him and his master to save Ning Chengfeng.

Wen Zaiye held the Xianfeng Sword firmly, and changed its direction forcefully, "Master protected half of my remnant soul back then.