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

"The eight prefectures and sixteen prefectures in the realm of comprehension are set up on the basis of gossip formations, and Zhongzhou's yin and yang are concentrated in the center, so it's better not to turn the sky up, but it won't be a big climate!" The green-shirted monk put his wine glass, " Xiaoer, another jar of peach blossom wine!"

There was a lot of voices in the restaurant, someone heard him say this, and then he said: "Daoyou, what you said is wrong! The formation of the eight trigrams was broken 500 years ago, and the second state of Canshang in the southeast Xun Prefecture is still barren of grass. The disappearance of spiritual energy is the masterpiece of the Ning family."

"Damn the Ning family! Let out some deviant characters!" Someone yelled loudly: "He should be killed!"

"The Ning family was the largest clan in Seventeen Prefectures 500 years ago, and it was the only family that dared to compete with the Wushi clan. The Ning family has long since disappeared!" Someone gloated.

A man in plain clothes and plain appearance was leaning against the window looking at the peach blossoms in full bloom outside, he was puzzled and said: "Na Ning Buwei was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy 500 years ago, when the spiritual veins of the Xun Mansion were exhausted, he was still alive." Don't know what's going on."

"You!" The green-clothed monk slapped his long sword on the table and said angrily, "Why are you speaking for that devil!?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't be angry." The man smiled and cupped his hands at him, and said kindly, "I'm just hearing the story."

"Zizhang, don't make trouble." The person next to the monk in green shirt advised him.

The monk who was called Zizhang snorted coldly: "In the battle of Xingluoya a year ago, the demon head Ning had already died without a complete body. Then you can live in peace."

"Speaking of the battle at Xingluoya, it was extremely tragic. The 120 sects of the Chongzheng League gathered more than 500 disciples, and the venerable Wang Haizong was in charge. Unexpectedly, no one came back alive!" Someone said with emotion, " How terrifying is the cultivation base that I would rather not do?"

"Nanshu is a venerable who ranks in the top ten of the list of secrets. His sixteen-story demon-shocking pagoda can move mountains and fill the seas to shake demons and demons. He would rather not be in the top ten of the list of secrets, no matter how powerful he is, let alone five More than a hundred masters of Jindan Nascent Soul stage helped out—” The man leaning on the window looking at the flowers questioned, “How could he kill all these people?”

"Ning Demon's Suzaku Knife is at the top of the list of divine weapons, and it is a township treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Ning family. Moreover, that demon especially likes to delve into the evil talisman, and his methods are vicious and treacherous. Otherwise, he would not be so rampant in the Seventeen States. Many years!" Zizhang sneered and said:

"Under Xingluoya is the dark realm, and there are countless demons and monsters among them. Who knows what sorcery the devil used? Get back the slightest trace of the souls of those 500 people."

"Hmm." The man admiring the flowers turned his head and said to him, "It's so."

Probably because he felt that this famous person really didn't know, and felt sorry for throwing anger at him before, Zizhang nodded and cupped his fists at him, and said: "Feng Zizhang in Yunzhongmen, Liuzhou, Xiagen Mansion, dare to ask your friend's name?"

The man returned his salute with a smile, "I have no family, no school, a loose cultivator, Yan Lanpei."

Feng Zizhang saw that there was a wooden slip on his table, and asked, "Yan Daoyou also came to Zhongzhou to attend the Linjiang meeting?"

Yan Lanpei smiled and said, "That's right, Daoyou Feng is also going to the Linjiang meeting?"

Feng Zizhang nodded, "Senior brother and I have accepted the mission of the sect. We haven't found a herb yet, so we will try our luck when we come to the river."

"I wonder if it is convenient to disclose what kind of herbal medicine it is?" Yan Lanpei said, "I have a little knowledge of medicine, so I may be able to help you find it."

Feng Zizhang's eyes lit up, but the monk next to him tugged his sleeves under the table, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yan, for your kindness. This herbal medicine is not too difficult to find, so I won't bother you."

Yan Lanpei nodded, didn't care, and continued leaning against the window to watch the peach blossoms.

Most of the people coming and going in the restaurant were monks, and there were also mortals mixed in. The sound of wine glasses colliding, the whispers of talking and laughing, and the high-pitched yelling of Xiaoer were intertwined. The air was mixed with the smell of wine and vegetables, and the greasy smell came from the restaurant. Doors and windows have been filled to the street.

This is the most spacious street in Linjiang City, Zhongzhou. The street paved with bluestone slabs is full of traffic, and countless wine flags and tea houses are swaying in the wind. On one side of the street, restaurants, shops, clothing workshops and grain warehouses are lined up in rows. On the other side is the Endless River that crosses Zhongzhou, along which there are endless peach blossom trees.

Different from the turbid and rushing river in Xinzhou, this endless river in Zhongzhou is wide and calm, with clear water, awning boats and cargo ships on the river, and winding corridors are built on the side of the river for pedestrians to rest. Many vendors shuttled through it carrying loads, or found an open space outside the corridor to set up stalls, leaning lazily on the trees and waiting for someone to pick them up.

"The monks in the Four Seasons Hall gave this peach blossom a little longevity technique, so it will bloom so vigorously all year round." Seeing that he was looking at the peach tree, Feng Zizhang casually mentioned it.

"Four Seasons Hall?" Yan Lanpei was a little puzzled.

"Fellow Taoist doesn't know Four Seasons Hall?" Feng Zizhang was a little surprised, and suddenly thought that the other party was a casual cultivator with no family or sect. He probably didn't know where he was practicing in a small mountain forest before, so he explained to him: "There are many disciples in Four Seasons Hall. There are not only monks, but also many mortal children, like this restaurant and many shops on the street are owned by the Four Seasons Hall, you will naturally understand after visiting Daoist Yan."

Yan Lanpei suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."

His gaze still didn't look back from the peach blossom, as if the flower was very beautiful in his eyes, Feng Zizhang was a talkative, said: "At first glance, it looks pretty, it looks like this all the year round, no matter how beautiful it is, I'd get tired of looking at it gone."

Yan Lanpei nodded thoughtfully, "That's true. Everything in the world has its own law of growth, so why force it?"

Feng Zizhang was taken aback when he heard it, and then smiled and said: "You Daoist Yan is right."

After Feng Zizhang drank a jar of wine, he and his senior brother exchanged glasses and were about to leave, but found that the person by the window had disappeared.

"Don't get too involved with casual cultivators." The brother warned him.

Feng Zizhang nodded, and went out of the restaurant with a few people, when he heard exclamations from around.

He followed the gazes of the crowd, only to see the endless peach blossoms on the edge of the endless river withering in an instant, and the sky filled with pink petals floating all over the city in the chilling autumn wind.

Standing at the door of the restaurant, Feng Zizhang seemed to feel something and turned his head to look, but he only saw a tall figure from the back, and when he took a closer look, that figure had been lost in the endless stream of carriages and bustling crowds.

"Zizhang, what are you looking at?" The senior brother pushed him.

Feng Zizhang suddenly came back to his senses, and said in a daze, "It's nothing."

"It's time to go, the Linjiang meeting is about to begin."

Feng Zizhang turned back to look again, but found that he could not remember the appearance of that person just now.

It was probably because the other party used some kind of cover-up, and what he saw in the restaurant just now was not the real one.

Feng Zizhang felt regretful, but he soon stopped thinking about it. A cultivator must not get involved too much. If there is a destiny, we will always meet again.

The fallen flowers floated out of Linjiang City and headed west along with the flowing water.

Ning Buwei squatted by the river and picked up a peach petal, handed it to the mouth of the child who was placed on the stone next to him, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The child didn't understand anything, and opened his mouth to chew when he handed it over, and then burst into tears after a long while.

Ning Buwei picked up another peach petal from the river, put it in his mouth and chewed it, it was so bitter that he spat it out.

Then he pinched the child's mouth and pulled out the rotten peach blossom. After rinsing his hands in the river, he picked up the child, looked at the peach petals all over the river, and said angrily, "Which unscrupulous person has nothing to do? Sprinkle flowers in the river for fun?"

The child was still crying, Ning Buwei pinched his little mouth, and coaxed him casually: "Don't cry, when your father recovers, he will kill that wicked person to avenge you."

The child's mouth was pinched, and his face turned purple from being unable to breathe.

Ning Buwei let go of his hand mercifully, and stuffed his index finger into his mouth familiarly, and the crying stopped as expected.

Before Ning Buwei had time to be proud, a warm wetness came from his arms, and his whole body froze immediately, then glared murderously at the child in his arms, and said angrily, "Why are you peeing again!?"

The big devil who made the whole seventeen states frightened pointed to several clothes lined up on the stone, and asked the child in his arms angrily, "How many clothes have you peed on? I'm wearing the last one." pieces!"

However, his son had no intention of repenting, and looked at him pitifully with two tears in his eyes, not understanding why he was angry, and his little hand tightly grasped his fingers, "Ah~"

Ning Buwei: "..."

The big devil was angry for a while, and then he squatted obediently by the river and began to wash his wet clothes. The icy river water was so cold that his hands were red. It was obviously something that could be done with a small cleaning technique, but because of his loss of cultivation base, he couldn't do it. Had to suffer.

Ning Buwei has lived for more than 500 years without washing his clothes by himself. As a result, this little thing appeared less than ten days ago, and he has washed it [-] times.

The devil who made heaven and earth had never suffered such a big grievance.

After washing his clothes to dry on the stone, he sat cross-legged with his upper body naked, put the naked little boy on his lap, pointed at his nose and said viciously: "If you dare to pee again, I will castrate you."

The white and tender little feet stepped on his abdominal muscles. The child seemed to have discovered something interesting, and the two little feet kicked back and forth on his stomach.

Ning Buwei grabbed both of his feet with one hand, lifted the child upside down and hung it over the river, "Do you believe it if I throw you into the river to feed the fish?"

The child giggled, dangled his tiny arms in the air, and sneezed.

The autumn wind was still very cool, Ning Buwei frowned, carried the child back and put it on his lap, pulled a piece of clothes that were almost dry and shook them vigorously, it was still a bit damp, and put it on with a frown.

After a long time of touching and drying, he took it off, wrapped the naked child in his arms with his clothes.

Ning Buwei sat by the river and looked around, seeing the same dead trees and weeds,

This is the ninth day Ning Buwei woke up. At first he thought he had fallen into the dark realm, but there was an endless river beside him, and the river water became clearer as he went up. It was obvious that he had already left Duifu—— ——The Endless River passes through Zhenfu, Zhongzhou and Duifu from east to west. Only the Duifu section is turbid and bottomless, and the river water in Zhongzhou and Zhenfu is especially clear.

But the Seventeen States are so big, even if his cultivation base is still there, with the guide talisman in his hand, it will take more than a dozen large formations to cross a state, not to mention that he has lost all his cultivation bases now, and it may take more than ten years to walk. Can't leave a state.

Now autumn is fine, the weather is not so cold, he can eat some wild fruits, and occasionally roast a pheasant to eat, but the little boy can only drink blood now, it’s okay for a day or two, if it goes on like this, the little boy can’t stand it .

There were not enough clothes for him to pee.

Thinking about changing diapers would give him a headache, and he must find a town as soon as possible, change his clothes and take a good shower, now he only feels that his body smells like a kid's urine.

Ning Buwei put the child into his arms, saw that he was still blinking and looking at him, raised his eyebrows, "Daddy will give you a name."

"You were born in the autumn rain, why don't you call me—" Ning Buwei raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, "Pee."

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