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

In the world of comprehension, those who can become furnaces are mostly difficult to improve their cultivation due to their extremely negative physique, but they can help other monks to speed up their cultivation. They are usually very beautiful, so there are countless ways of cultivation, and they cannot escape the miserable fate of being molested. , It is very easy to be taken away by evil cultivators and used as a tool for cultivation.

Ning Buwei went out of the customs sometime, so he heard rumors that he had kidnapped hundreds of beautiful furnaces, locked them in one place and tortured them every day, very tyrannical, so angry that he chased and killed that person for three days and three nights.

His original intention was to scare the two children casually, but he didn't want to be caught by Chu Jun.

For a moment, the four eyes met, and Ning Buwei froze for a moment.

Even if it's a joke, it's blatantly frivolous to talk about kidnapping and making a stove, not to mention that Chu Jun once served as his head teacher, and they had an unclear period hundreds of years ago, and now a child suddenly appeared... ...Everything he said, it seemed that he had been rebellious and harbored evil intentions towards Chu Jun.

But Ning Buwei had already practiced a thick-skinned face after going through the storm, and asked in a natural tone: "Why did you come back so early?"

"It's nothing important." Chu Jun's response was also very calm, as if he didn't hear what he said.

Because Chu Jun's expression was too calm, Ning Buwei even felt a little bit of guilt, Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng hadn't had time to put away the frightened expressions on their faces, so they heard Jing and Taizun say: "Just now—"

Ning Buwei looked serious, frowned and said: "Ning Xiu seems to be crying, I'll go and have a look."

After speaking, he turned around and strode into the room.

Chu Jun paused for a moment, then entered the room without haste.

Jiang Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in confusion: "Did I read it wrong? Taizun just...was he laughing?"

Feng Zizhang nodded with certainty this time, "You read that right, Tai Zun is just smiling."

Fortunately, Ning Xiu was not held back by his father, and lay on the bed with tears in his eyes. When he saw his father walk in, he groaned, and stretched out his small arms to Ning Buwei, his voice was soft and sleepy as if he had just woken up "Ah~"

Daddy~

Ning Buwei reached out to hug him up, and wiped his tears with his hand, "Huh? Scared?"

"Woo..." Ning Xiu opened his eyes wide and looked at him, sobbed aggrievedly, reached out and patted his belly, looked down at himself, then raised his head to look at Ning Buwei, his little eyebrows frowned, He said to him: "Ah~"

Daddy, I feel sick to my stomach~

"What's the matter?" Chu Jun opened the curtain and came in, and saw the father and son looking at each other seriously.

Hearing his voice, Ning Xiu turned his head away, and repeated the action he did to Ning Buwei before, his voice became even more aggrieved, humming as if he was coquettish with Chu Jun, "Ah~"

Mother, my stomach is not feeling well~

"Uncomfortable stomach?" Chu Jun walked over, reached out to help him touch his stomach, and covered it with a layer of subtle spiritual power.

"Ang~" Ning Xiu frowned, nodded vigorously, looked at Ning Buwei, then at Chu Jun, still reaching out to touch his belly, and said pitifully: "Woo~"

Stomach is still uncomfortable~

"Are you scared?" Ning Buwei understood what his son meant, but checked his meridians and sea of ​​consciousness, and found nothing wrong.

"Probably not." Chu Jun gently rubbed Ning Xiu's stomach, "It seems that there is some accumulated food."

Ning Xiu was hugged by his father and his belly was rubbed by Mother Bai, and he sighed decently.

Ning Buwei: "...Did he sigh just now?"

Chu Jun looked down at Ning Xiu, and sure enough, seeing the little guy frowning tightly, he said in a gentle voice, "He's worried."

Ning Buwei was immediately overjoyed, and stretched out his hand to poke Ning Xiu's cheek, "What are you worrying about, little thing?"

There are people waiting for you to eat, drink, and drink. You don't have to do anything every day, and you are still worried.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu stared at the two of them, holding back for a while, before regaining the familiar feeling, and plunged his little spiritual consciousness into Chu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing that both of them looked stagnant, Ning Buwei asked Chu Jun, "What's wrong?"

"His spiritual consciousness has entered my sea of ​​consciousness." There was a trace of doubt in Chu Jun's tone.

Ning Buwei was also very puzzled, now that they are all by Ning Xiu's side, why are they still diving into Chu Jun's sea of ​​knowledge?

"He wants to pull me out now." Chu Jun paused, "Huh?"

Ning Buwei stared at him, "What's wrong?"

"He wants to pull me into your sea of ​​consciousness." Chu Jun said calmly.

Ning Buwei: "..."

He looked at Ning Xiu with a half-smile, and there was a hint of threat in his eyes.

Chu Jun looked at Ning Buwei, "Is the injury in your dantian healed?"

"Okay." Ning Buwei didn't look at him, and said solemnly: "Thank you earlier."

"You're welcome." Chu Jun replied politely, but there was a hint of ambiguous emotion in his gaze towards Ning Buwei.

He had never seen such a silent and distant Ning Chengfeng. In his memory, Ning Chengfeng never knew what politeness was.

It was only at the moment when he entered the door and listened to him laughing and teasing that Chu Jun suddenly matched up with the boy in his memory.

Ning Xiu sighed sadly, his mother refused to go to his father's sea of ​​consciousness, in fact he didn't like to go to his father's sea of ​​consciousness either, so he could only wrong himself to go into his father's maze-like sea of ​​consciousness with all his might, The consciousness was pulled out.

After half a stick of incense, Chu Jun and Ning Buwei's spiritual consciousness appeared together in Ning Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ah!" Ning Xiu was so tired that he didn't even bother to move his spiritual consciousness. He floated in the sky above his own sea of ​​consciousness, pointed around for his father and Bai Bai, and touched his belly.

Stomach upset!

Ning Buwei looked at his son's sea of ​​consciousness filled with all kinds of strange things, and said with a blank face: "It's weird that you stuff the sea of ​​consciousness like this."

Coauthoring his son is worrying about his stuffed sea of ​​consciousness.

The size of a monk's sea of ​​consciousness is usually determined according to his cultivation base. Generally speaking, the higher his cultivation base, the wider his sea of ​​consciousness. Just like Chu Jun's sea of ​​consciousness, it is vast and boundless. Although the sea of ​​knowledge of not doing anything is not as vast as Chu Jun's, it can still create a maze that Chu Jun can't get out of for a whole day.

Ning Xiu is now at the Golden Core stage, although he cannot take the initiative to cultivate, but Luo Tian's spiritual body is very heaven-defying, even when he sleeps, his spiritual power will flow through the meridians. It stands to reason that his sea of ​​consciousness is much wider than that of ordinary Golden Core cultivators. , but now he has nowhere to go.

Ning Buwei picked up a large piece of strangely shaped silver from the ground, and asked Ning Xiu who was floating in the air, "Why are you collecting such useless things?"

Chu Jun looked at the positive silver in his hand, and silently looked away.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu shook the small bell on his wrist.

Mother give it to me~

In fact, most of the things in this sea of ​​consciousness were shown by Chu Jun when he took Ning Xiu to him. Ning Xiu liked them, so he put them into his own sea of ​​consciousness. I can't let go of it at all.

So Ning Buwei and Chu Jun could only resign themselves to their fate and began to clean up the sea of ​​consciousness for their son.

This kind of thing is essentially formed by condensing spiritual power, so naturally it can't be thrown out all at once, and there are some things that Ning Xiu likes in it, and he refuses to let them move.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu leaned his entire little spiritual consciousness on a rock bigger than him and looked at Chu Jun tearfully.

like~

Jing and Taizun were silent for a moment, trying to reason with his son, "This thing is useless."

"He doesn't understand you when you say that." Ning Buwei threw out a large clump of reeds, walked over and stared at Ning Xiu condescendingly, and said solemnly: "This stone will burst your stomach, when you sleep, Bang it-"

He even made an explosion gesture for Ning Xiu vividly.

"Woo~" Ning Xiu pursed his lips, reluctant to float down from that big rock.

Ning Buwei raised an eyebrow at Chu Jun.

Chu Jun smiled lightly at him.

When the beauty smiles, it is as if the ink and wash are moving suddenly, and the clouds and fog are scattered, but it is so light and even that people dare not look directly at it.

Ning Buwei suddenly looked away, his whole body began to feel uncomfortable, and he almost threw out the ripped duckling dress that his son cherished so much.

"Ah!" Ning Xiu clapped his hands and feet on his little clothes and complained.

Ducks can't be thrown!

Ning Buwei raised his son's little spiritual consciousness, coughed lightly: "Don't throw it away, keep this."

His mind was full of Chu Jun's smile just now, and there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes: It's fine for a male student to be so beautiful, but he dared to smile at him?

Just now when Chu Jun heard that he was going to kidnap him to make a cauldron, he was not angry, and even came in with him obediently to see his son, and now he is still smiling at him like this... Ning Buwei's face suddenly became serious.

Is he trying to seduce me?

Ning Buwei was thinking like this, a hand suddenly fell on his shoulder.

He subconsciously clasped the life gate on the opponent's wrist, and then realized that it was Chu Jun, and his hand froze.

"What are you doing?" Ning Buwei's voice tensed up.

For a moment, he remembered what happened when he entered the other party's sea of ​​consciousness, and suddenly felt that his hand became a little hot, so he took Chu Jun's hand away and took a big step forward before turning around and looking at Chu Jun. he.

Chu Jun held a small emerald green leaf in his hand, with a calm expression: "It fell on your shoulder."

Ning Buwei stared at the small leaf and narrowed his eyes, "Let me see."

Chu Jun took a step forward and put the small leaf in his palm, "Is this the one Ning Xiu wore around his neck?"

"Well, Yan Lanpei gave it to him." Ning Buwei looked down, but his mind was not on the leaves, but on the light red scar on Chu Jun's wrist.

Chu Jun was about to ask him who Yan Lanpei was, but someone grabbed his wrist.

Ning Buwei held his wrist, frowned and asked, "How did this scar come from?"

It is extremely difficult for monks to leave scars on their bodies. Ordinary wounds can recover after healing. Those that can leave traces are usually fatal wounds. Like the wound on Chu Jun's wrist, which is still red until now, it may have hurt the soul.

Chu Jun was stunned for a moment when he was asked this question suddenly, and then he saw the scar on his wrist.

They are all in the state of spiritual consciousness now, and the cover-up method in the physical body will naturally not work.

Chu Jun tugged his sleeve calmly to cover up the scar, and said calmly, "I accidentally hurt it during retreat."

Ning Buwei stared at him unkindly, and snorted lightly: "Master Chu, how are you coaxing the children?"