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

Rows of wooden shelves are placed in the lobby in an orderly manner, and there are a variety of goods on them, such as medicinal pills and talismans, vestments and treasures, and even roast ducks in the carrier building painted with fresh-keeping symbols... In short, there are so many things to see , can meet the various needs of the monks, very grand.

Of course, the price of the spirit stone marked above is also very impressive.

Many monks shuttled among them, picking out the goods they needed to buy, and when they looked around, they couldn't see the end at a glance.

"The ranking of Zongmen Family Records has been updated!" Someone shouted enthusiastically holding a jade plaque.

"Hey, it's only updated once every 100 years. The top ten sects and eight aristocratic families are the ones who rank first. It's nothing to watch." Someone said in a lack of interest: "It's not as interesting as the changes in the Tianji list every ten years."

"The top ten powers on the Tianji list have changed every ten years." The man disagreed and said, "The record of the sect's family will undergo major changes every time it is updated."

"Eh? How did the Silent Court sect become the third?" The other party was surprised: "Still being squeezed out by the Wang family?"

"The Zen Master Baiyu of the Ji Ting Sect has fallen. Two months ago, he took several disciples of the Ji Ting Sect to Linjiang City to participate in the Linjiang Meeting. He was lucky to survive. Last month, he took people to a small secret realm, and none of them survived. Come down." Someone sighed: "This is luck."

"Tsk, it's probably fate."

"Hey, have you guys heard? The Wushizong general election will start tomorrow!"

"I know, I know, there is no general election once every 100 years. Every time the Zongmen family record is updated, they will have a general election. I'm afraid people don't know that they are ranked first."

"If someone has that ability, if our sect is number one, the head of the sect may be elected once a year..."

Feng Zizhang listened to the conversations of the people in the lobby, and put ten middle-grade spirit stones on the counter, "Trouble, ten Yangyuan pills."

"Fellow Daoist is here again?" Behind the counter is a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing two buns and two red string pendants tied to them. She is swaying in the air with her movements, which is really cute. . "Is your family still ill?"

"It's already a lot stronger, and I almost woke up this morning." Feng Zizhang took the small porcelain bottle she handed over, and asked, "Is Wu Shizong going to have a general election?"

"That's right, once in a hundred years, many monks are waiting." The little girl lowered her head and flipped through the paper at hand, "Do you want a recruitment form from Wushizong? Only three low-grade spirit stones."

"Let's have a copy." Feng Zizhang took out another spirit stone to add, and took the thick stack of paper she handed over, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The little girl smiled and said, "Welcome to come again next time."

Feng Zizhang nodded kindly, and took the medicine and the recruitment slip out of the gate of Endless Workshop.

Genfu is mountainous, and the two prefectures are different. Liuzhou has high peaks, but Zhangzhou has many hills. In comparison, Zhangzhou's towns are much more prosperous than Liuzhou.

At least Feng Zizhang had never seen such a big Endless Square in Liuzhou.

He took the recruitment slip and walked on the winding road. Although he patiently memorized the shops along the way, he almost got lost several times, and finally turned into the small yard they rented.

Pushing open the door, he saw Jiang Yi practicing his sword.

"Bought it back?" Seeing him coming back, Jiang Yizheng put away his sword and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This Endless Square is really too black-hearted. Ten Yangyuan Pills cost ten middle-grade spirit stones." Feng Zizhang closed the door and said, "It's half cheaper to buy directly at Qingdan Hall."

"I heard that the Qingdan School is not dealing with Zhangzhou's Hanyan Sect, that is, they will not open the Qingdan Hall in Zhangzhou." Jiang Yizheng caught a glimpse of the thick stack of papers in his hand, "What is this?"

The two walked into the room together, and Feng Zizhang handed her the stack of papers when he heard the words, "There is no enrollment instruction sheet for Shizong's general election."

Jiang Yizheng said in surprise: "So thick? I don't remember that there were not so many lists three years ago?"

"You said that it is a small election for each peak in the Wushi sect. The small election is held every ten years. This is the general election of the Zongmen's eight classics. It only happens once in 100 years." Feng Zizhang recalled: "But the small election recruits It’s not too thin, last time I watched it for a long time with my seniors.”

Jiang Yizheng said happily: "I don't know if they will recruit handymen for the general election."

"Let's see later." Feng Zizhang lifted the curtain, and the two walked into the inner room.

There was a strong medicinal fragrance in the inner room, and the big and small lying on the bed were all sleeping with their eyes closed.

"It's been almost a month." Jiang Yizheng said worriedly: "Senior, that's all. Xiaoshan is only a little bit, what can he do if he doesn't eat or drink."

The senior didn't tell them Ning Xiu's name, so the two of them simply gave it a nickname, which was easy to pronounce.

"I saw senior move his hands this morning, he should be waking up soon." Feng Zizhang took out the Yangyuan Pill and shared it with Jiang Yizheng.

The two of them really have little knowledge and limited ability. They only know that the senior lacks spiritual power. It just so happened that Ning Buwei gave them a few words before, so he remembered the method of injecting spiritual power into the Jiuwei point, so this month the two of them The person desperately poured spiritual power into Ning Buwei's Jiuwei acupoint, and the dying person actually recovered visibly with the naked eye.

The only disadvantage is that it consumes too much spiritual power, and the two of them have low cultivation bases, so it is difficult to use spiritual power to heal Ning Buwei every time.

Feng Zizhang sat at the end of the bed, stretched out his hand to hug Ning Xiu and poked his little face lightly, "Wake up quickly, my brother will cook some stuff for you when you wake up."

The sleeping little doll twitched its mouth.

Feng Zizhang smiled, looked at Ning Buwei who was still awake, and couldn't help sighing.

Jiang Yizheng, who was sitting by the bed and flipping through the general election recruitment instruction sheet, looked at it for a while, and said in shock, "There are more than 300 pages!?"

"Wushizong has 72 peaks, 99 valleys, 130 six caves, 310 places of eight blessings, plus countless secret places of different sizes and mountains with spiritual veins. The sect spans the first and second states of Zhenfu. The endless river to the east is the inland river in the sect One." Feng Zizhang said quietly: "Our Yunzhongmen can barely add up to one of them."

Jiang Yizheng: "...Okay, that's amazing."

At first, she thought Linjiang City and Four Seasons Hall in Zhongzhou were too big, but she didn't know how big the formal sect was until she went to Yunzhongmen. Just a meal in Thirteen Peaks shocked her for a long time, until she saw Wu Shizong's ridiculously thick recruitment list.

With incomparable awe in his arms, Jiang Yizheng turned to the first page, the magic talisman flickered, a golden light appeared, and a dense directory as tall as a person was projected in midair.

Jiang Yizheng: "!!!"

She continued to turn to the next page.

The rune changes instantly, and the projection that has been reduced by dozens of times covers the entire room. The mountains stretch, the palaces are foggy, the rare and exotic beasts are everywhere, and the purple air is condensed. With just a touch, the mountains and rivers can be enlarged, even A thoughtful introduction to this place appeared next to it, and the room was filled with golden light for a while.

Feng Zizhang was also shocked, this is completely different from the recruitment list during the primary election!In other words, this golden talisman alone is more than three low-grade spirit stones! ?

The largest golden letter on this page reads the word "Main Peak", and it is written in Xiaozhuan. Jiang Yizheng touched it, and a few lines of words appeared:

Main Peak Peak Lord: Chu Linyuan.

One inner disciple is recruited, the qualification is limited to Luo Tian Spirit Body, Golden Core Stage, under 15 years old.

There are two disciples from the outer sect, whose aptitude is limited to the body of the heavenly spirit, the golden core stage, and under the age of 30.

A guest Qing, in the stage of transforming gods.

There are three servants in the inner sect, qualifications B above, Jindan stage, under [-] years old.

Five handymen from the outer sect, qualification B, Jindan stage, under [-] years old.

Clicking on it again is the corresponding preferential treatment.

But what is the concept of the body of the spirit?

In the realm of comprehension, monk qualifications are divided into four grades: A, B, C, and D, and each grade is subdivided into three categories: upper, middle, and lower. The upper category of A and above is the so-called body of the heavenly spirit. The highest body of the heavenly spirit is Luo Tian spirit body.

Feng Zizhang of the first level of Foundation Establishment in Qualification B: "..."

Jiang Yizheng, who is on the sixth level of Qi Refining Level C: "..."

It’s really not enough to go to someone’s place to sweep the floor.

After flipping through a few pages, after reading the requirements of the various peak masters, the two began to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Wushizong calmly, and stopped looking at the glittering recruitment requirements. Their eyes hurt and their hearts hurt even more.

"It's really worth seeing such a beautiful scenery with three low-grade spirit stones." Jiang Yizheng smiled.

"Yes... This spirit beast looks so strange, I've never seen it before." Feng Zizhang touched the furry spirit beast, and the projection suddenly enlarged.

While cultivating their spiritual power, the two happily looked at the beautiful scenery while flipping through the recruitment list. They had completely given up any hope of going to Wushizong to be a handyman.

"Hey, this page is so strange." When halfway through the page, Jiang Yizheng suddenly paused, "Why doesn't this Yijian Peak have the name of the peak owner?"

The peak master line is blank.

"Why are these three characters silver inlaid with gold? It looks so luxurious." Feng Zizhang poked the three characters, and suddenly two lines of characters popped out.

Recruit two handymen.

"No more?" Jiang Yizheng was stunned, then poked again, and a line of words appeared behind the handyman:

One hundred low-grade spirit stones per month.

Jiang Yizheng: "... I can still get a thousand low-grade spirit stones a month in the Four Seasons Hall."

Feng Zizhang: "One hundred low-grade spirit stones can't even buy a dish of food in the carrier building."

The two suddenly lost interest.

After all, if you want to go to Wushizong to sweep the ground, you also want to pay a lot of attention to Lingshi Gao. This peak is really too stingy, and it only recruits two handymen. It doesn't make it clear about the inner and outer gates, so it doesn't look good at first glance.

Probably because the previous peaks were majestic, dignified and dazzling, this peak looks more and more shabby.

The two of them were about to continue to turn down when the person lying on the bed suddenly moved.

Jiang Yizheng turned his head abruptly, "Did our father move just now?"

Feng Zizhang held Ning Xiu in his arms, and said in a daze, "I don't know if my father moved or not, but my younger brother really kicked me."

In the sea of ​​consciousness where the wind was howling, Ning Buwei slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu hugged him warmly.

Ning Buwei hugged him subconsciously, and caught a glimpse of a white figure in the distance from the corner of his eye, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing, only the familiar broken wall in the sea of ​​consciousness.

That's right, his sea of ​​consciousness can be entered by anyone casually——

Ning Buwei looked down at the envelope made of spiritual power held by his son, and his gaze paused.

At the same time, he noticed that the shattered dantian in his body was repaired again with painstaking efforts. This time, he even tried to repair it for him. Careful nurturing, spiritual wounds have been healed almost, and even old wounds have been cared for...

Even because he knew that the wind in the sea was too strong, he used spiritual power to pinch a windproof barrier for him and his son.

At this moment, it felt a little subtle that the big devil who was so powerful was real.

He suddenly felt that the envelope in his hand was a little hot.

"Ah!" Ning Xiu hugged what Baibai Niang had left behind, happily wanting to share it with his father.

It's just that his father's expression is a bit strange.

"You brought your mother here?" Ning Buwei poked his stomach expressionlessly.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu looked at his father with a smile.

Ning Buwei: "...You little idiot, if your mother is not such a kind-hearted fairy, you will have no father."

It is a big taboo for Consciousness Sea to let others in casually, let alone a stranger to him, as long as he still has a little strength, he will definitely strangle the other party's spiritual consciousness.

However, the other party healed his wound without thinking of anything in return, and his kindness was unbelievably kind, even so caring and gentle... Ning Buwei felt a little awkward in a rare way.

He touched his nose a little irritably, stared at the letter for a while, and then slowly opened it.

It's best not to say something stupid to express your intention to become a Taoist couple with him. Although this fairy is kind-hearted, gentle, virtuous and deeply in love with him, he will never——

Ning Buwei stared at the upright handwriting on the letter paper, and was slightly taken aback.

Why... there is a kind of upright wind that is unique to the famous and righteous way?

After he read the contents of the letter clearly, his face became even more paralyzed.

'Within half a year, do not use spiritual power. '

'This son's three souls and seven souls are unstable, so he can recite the calming mantra for a while, once in the morning and evening. '

You can come to Wu Shizong to discuss the ownership of this son. '

Sign a Chu word.

Ning Buwei's expression darkened suddenly when he saw the word "Chu".

It turned out to be Miscellaneous with the surname of Chu from the Wushi family—from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of his fat and white son, and the big devil swallowed the curse words into his stomach.

He hated the Chongzheng League extremely, especially Wushizong, and in Wushizong, he hated the one whose surname was Chu the most.

The child is his mother's good, he insists on occupying all of them.

He couldn't figure it out, just how could the group of benevolent and moral old-fashioned bastards surnamed Chu at Wushi give birth to such an uninhibited woman who not only "give birth" to him a son, but also gave him repeated Healed his wounds once, and even had the audacity to invite him to meet Wu Shizong.

Could it be that this was a conspiracy planned by the group of people surnamed Chu from beginning to end?

Ning Bu was raging with the dark and vicious thoughts in his heart, but when he turned his head and thought, since the child's mother can enter his sea of ​​consciousness, he didn't get rid of him and quickly, but took the trouble to heal his wounds and mend his meridians...

Could it be that he is really an infatuated kind, and has a deep love for him?

The child's mother is as beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, kind-hearted, and bravely pursues what she loves, but is bound by the rigid dogma of Wushizong. , but he didn't want him to be dragged down by the child, so he carefully left him a letter asking him to see him?

Hiss... Ning Buwei felt the spiritual power warming and nourishing the wound in his body, and his mood was very complicated.

Ning Xiu nestled in his father's arms, took the envelope and took a bite, his eyes lit up.

Hey, it tastes the same as the little steamed buns made by mother~

His father was there imagining, and he gnawed at the envelope here, and after he gnawed more than half of it, his over-meaning father finally remembered the envelope, stretched out his hand and pulled out the envelope he had gnawed most of, and took it out. , Sure enough, a one-way locator was pulled out.

"Wu Shizong sees the peak?" Ning Buwei twitched his brows slightly.

I haven't heard of it at all, it should be an inconspicuous little peak.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Jiang Yizheng's voice next to his ear: "...Why doesn't this Yijian Peak have the name of the peak owner?"