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

Many natural magic treasures inheriting the luck of heaven and earth can give birth to soul consciousness, which is called weapon spirit. The magic weapon with weapon spirit can be called spiritual treasure if it is above the heavenly rank. The battle is connected with the master's mind, and it is even equivalent to having an extra monk of the same rank Save your life.

However, there are very few magical treasures that are born with spirits, but their combat power is really eye-catching, sometimes equivalent to an extra life, so some monks have delved into the method of making Houtian Lingbao——

The sacrificial sword of a living person has been practiced since ancient times. It is necessary to ensure that the person who sacrifices the sword remains awake throughout the whole process. However, due to the extremely painful process, few people can last until the soul Not scattered, often hundreds of thousands of human lives are invested to make one successful. The real fire solidifies the soul and puts it in the sword, immortal and immortal, and becomes a weapon spirit.

Ning Buwei thinks that he has done a lot of evil, but he also hates such things as living people's sacrifice of knives. It is outrageous to sacrifice knives by three or four-year-old children, let alone using his own parents and children.

If someone uses Ning Xiu's sacrificial knife... Ning Buwei is so irritable that he wants to kill someone just thinking about it.

Chu Jun half-kneeled on the ground, and wiped the ashes on the child's face that had been caked with tears. As a result, the child shook into a sieve, froze and did not dare to move. He was about to faint from fright, so he had to let him go. He asked, "What are you doing hiding under the bed?"

Huanhuan's face was pale, she wanted to move but didn't dare to move, she said in a low voice, "Huanhuan... Huanhuan is hungry, looking for something to eat to fill her stomach..."

But because his father suddenly returned to the room, he was so frightened that he crawled under the bed.

Ning Buwei saw a plate of pastries on the table, reached out to offer it to him, and said in a slow voice, "Eat it."

Huanhuan looked at him timidly, swallowed hard as he smelled the scent of the pastries, wanted to lend his hand but dared not, and carefully looked at the expression on his face that he would rather not do it.

Ning Buwei picked up a piece of pastry and put it directly into his palm, "Eat."

Probably really hungry, the child took the pastry in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, and backed away while stuffing it, as if he was afraid that they would lose his temper suddenly, but he couldn't stand still and fell down, and the pastry in his hand fell on the ground. The ground is covered with dust, and the child is about to pick it up.

"Don't eat it." Ning Buwei's original intention was to give him a piece of clean food, but who knew that the child immediately withdrew his hands, knelt on the ground and shivered, with a ring of snack crumbs on his mouth.

Chu Jun got up to help him, but as soon as he stood up, the child fainted from fright.

Chu Jun and Ning Buwei looked at each other.

Ning Buwei was inconvenient to move now, Chu Jun picked up the fainted child and put him on the bed, Ning Buwei steered the wheelchair there, but saw that Chu Jun looked a little wrong.

"What's wrong?" Ning Buwei asked.

Chu Jun rolled up the child's sleeves, "Look."

The child was very thin, and there were many bruises on his pale arms, as if he had been pinched out by someone venting his anger. There were also a few bloodstains drawn by sharp knives, scabs had just formed, probably because he had moved too much just now, and was pulled away again. It's shocking.

Ning Buwei stretched out his hand to untie the child's clothes. The body of such a small child is full of scars from being abused, including bruises, knife marks and burns. The deepest one sticks to the throat. die……

"Beast." Ning Buwei's face turned black.

"He's afraid of me." Chu Jun went to the cabinet to look for the elixir, and finally found it in the next shelf, and went to the bedside to give the medicine to the child.

The child's performance just now is obviously extremely afraid of his mother, and extremely resistant to physical contact with him. Who caused this injury...It goes without saying.

Ning Buwei said coldly: "It's really useless to be a parent."

As soon as Chu Jun gave the child the good medicine, a young servant hurried in from outside, and he was surprised to see the two of them treating the child so well.

Ning Buwei was in a bad mood, so he said angrily, "What's the matter?"

The boy shivered in fright, "Master, everything you ordered before is ready, tonight, tonight..."

Two cold eyes fell on him, and the boy was under a lot of pressure, "Auspicious time, auspicious time to sacrifice the knife."

"Take me to see." Ning Buwei felt a thrill of excitement, as if his long-awaited wish had finally come true. This was obviously not his emotion, but the feeling of the owner of Ziyan Dao at that time.

He tried to find a little guilt or intolerance from it, but unfortunately there was none.

Chu Jun stood up and helped him push the wheelchair.

The young man muttered, "Is Madam going too?"

"Of course he's going." Ning Buwei looked gloomy, "Is there a problem?"

Although the boy felt something was wrong, he was just a spirit body formed by illusions and obsessions. He didn't have much brains. Under the fear engraved in his bones, he didn't dare to resist, so he could only lead the way honestly.

They followed the boy to the backyard.

This courtyard is quite large, and there is no one around, and it is bleak and gloomy everywhere. In the center of the original courtyard, a pond three feet wide and three feet deep was dug out. Inside was a churning real fire. The knives that are similar to Yan are said to be similar because there is no row of fishbone-like protruding bony spurs on the back of this knife, and the blade has not been sharpened.

The young man said: "Young master, the Patriarch said that as long as you can sacrifice the sword and sacrifice the spirit of the sword, your legs will be able to stand up again, and the position of Patriarch will naturally still be yours."

He glanced at Chu Jun and saw that Chu Jun was just standing there without hysteria, so he boldly continued: "Young master has been bigu for ten days, and he has been soaking the marrow pill. Originally, the soul guaranteed that there would be no impurities when sacrificial knives. -"

Ning Bu laughed instead because of his anger, "Xishuidan?"

"Yes, we have been doing according to your request, my lord, but my wife often obstructs it," the young man said and glanced at Chu Jun, with a flash of resentment. Threatened us by beating and scolding..."

Ning Buwei felt a wave of anger and resentment welling up spontaneously, he grabbed Chu Jun's arm almost uncontrollably and threw him away, angrily said: "You woman who has more success than success! If you ruin my good deeds, I will sacrifice you to the knife together!"

He is affected by the emotions of the original owner, and Chu Jun is naturally no exception. Even if they are superbly cultivated outside of obsessive illusions, they will gradually be affected by the emotions of the original owner after entering this illusion, and their hearts will gradually move closer to the original owner, so Changing the outcome of obsessive illusions is not easy.

Ning Buwei was so powerful in this blow, Chu Jun didn't know whether he didn't react or cooperated on purpose, his back hit the pillar and made a muffled sound.

Ning Buwei was stunned, most of the anger and resentment disappeared, and he said to the boy: "Get out."

The boy achieved his goal and ran away in a hurry.

Ning Buwei looked up at Chu Jun, frowned and said, "Are you hurt?"

Chu Jun's expression was indifferent, and the pink shirt that was incompatible with him was a bit elegant. He flicked his sleeves, "No problem."

Ning Buwei feels a little bit sorry, "I'm a little influenced by the original owner."

Chu Jun nodded, "I wanted to kill you just now."

Ning Buwei: "..."

She deserves to be the wife of the eight outer chambers.

Chu Jun said: "This mother abused her child, but she was reluctant to use the child's sacrificial knife."

"This father is very willing, and now he is excited and excited." Ning Buwei's tone was gloomy, and he was very angry at the original body's emotions, "A pair of scum."

Chu Jun said: "Since he has no guilt or remorse, what is it that makes him worry about it?"

"Husband and wife are not harmonious, and there is not much friendship between them, it's not out of love; he was excited when his son sacrificed the knife, and he must not feel guilty about his son." Ning Buwei rubbed his chin, carefully recalling what happened when he entered the hallucination "A person like him only cares about himself, could it be—"

"There is something wrong with the sacrificial knife." Chu Jun said what he wanted to say.

They went back to the room again.

Pushing the door open, he saw that the child had woken up and was struggling to climb up the chair to eat the snacks that Ning Buwei had put on the table before. When he saw them coming in, he was so frightened that he rolled off the chair.

Ning Buwei waved his long sleeves, rolled up the child from the ground, stretched out his hand and brought him to him, and looked at him.

The child was suspended by his limbs and looked at Ning Buwei in fear, "Father, father..."

Although under the influence of the original body now, Ning Buwei really wanted to throw the child into the fire pit in the backyard, but he suppressed that thought in disgust and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Five years old." The child wanted to hide, but he held him in mid-air with nowhere to hide, and his eyes were red.

Ning Buwei saw that he was still trembling with less clothes on, so she put him on her unconscious leg, covered him with a wide sleeve, and looked at Chu Jun.

Chu Jun said: "Zishi sacrificial knife, we still have three hours."

Hearing the word "sacrificial knife", the child lay on Ning Buwei's body and shivered.

Ning Buwei paused and asked, "What should I do?"

Chu Jun said, "It's up to you."

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes, "What if I just want this Ziyan knife?"

"Then it will end the obsession of the previous owner of this knife, and help him make up for the shortcomings of the sacrificial knife." Chu Jun looked indifferent.

Ning Buwei poked the child lying on him, "Probably because of his mother's obstruction, the child didn't wash the marrow cleanly, which made the child's soul impure during the sacrificial knife. Nian is that the original body has not been able to stand up from the beginning to the end, and has not successfully become the head of the family."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a strong unwillingness and resentment surged in his chest, wanting to force Ning Buwei to pour the whole bottle of marrow washing pill into the child.

Ning Buwei sneered and lazily patted the child on the back.

The pain of washing the marrow is unspeakable, even an adult monk may suffer from life and death, let alone a five-year-old child. I heard the boy said to use the marrow washing pill before, probably because he was afraid that the child would be tossed to death, but I guess It can't go anywhere lightly.

He raised his eyes to look at Chu Jun, "Before the sacrificial knife, pour a bottle of marrow washing pill into the child, and then throw it into the fire pit to sacrifice the knife, refining the flesh and bones, and ensuring that the spirit will last for 81 days. This obsession is resolved."

Chu Jun looked down at him, and said calmly: "As early as ten thousand years ago, this child has already suffered from this and became the sword spirit of this Ziyan knife. You and I are only in the illusion, no matter what choice we make , will not change what has happened, it will only determine whether you can get the Ziyan knife."

With the approval of the previous master, the spirit treasure above the heaven rank would rather not do it, then he would have an extra life.

Ning Buwei rested his head lazily, and smiled, "That's very good."

Chu Jun's eyes did not move away from him.

Ning Buwei sneered, "Is it possible that Taizun still expects me to change my mind? You also said that this is just an illusion, and this little thing is not my son."

"Here." Chu Jun handed him a porcelain bottle.

Ning Buwei raised his eyebrows, "What?"

"Xishui Dan." Chu Jun said, "I picked it up on the road."

Ning Buwei: "..."

Ning Bu has been doing evil for so many years, this is the first time I have realized what it means to kill someone, someone hand out a knife and set fire, and someone adds firewood.

He lowered his arms uncomfortably, cleared his throat and said, "You are a well-known man—"

At least criticize him for his insane behavior.

Chu Jun said coldly and objectively: "It's just an illusion."

At this moment, the child lying in Ning Buwei's arms came out from under his sleeve, and grabbed Ning Buwei's hand timidly, "Father, father, can I eat a small piece before offering the knife?" dessert?"

He hadn't eaten for ten days, and he was really hungry.

Ning Buwei looked at him with a sullen face.

The child shivered with fright.

After burning the incense, the child devoured the food on the table, almost choking several times, and Chu Jun pushed the water to his hand.

He was startled at first, then glanced at Chu Jun quietly, and after making sure that he would not do anything, he slowly picked up the bowl of water and drank most of it.

Huanhuan knew that he was going to die, and it might be more uncomfortable than dying, but his parents didn't beat and scold him for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel a little more joy in his heart.

Children always remember to eat but not to beat.

"Don't eat, it's easy to accumulate food." Seeing that he had eaten a lot, Chu Jun stopped him with a voice.

Huanhuan immediately put down the half-gnawed chicken leg in his hand, and sat on the stool at a loss, looking at Ning Buwei and Chu Jun. He didn't understand what they said just now, but he knew that he would be used as a sacrifice. In addition to being afraid of the knife, a sliver of courage also appeared.

He climbed down from the stool, walked over to Ning Buwei and grabbed his sleeve, "Father, can you...can you..."

He lowered his head and muttered for a long time, and finally said: "Take Huanhuan and mother to see, to see lanterns?"

Tonight happens to be the Shangyuan Festival.

Ning Buwei looked leisurely in the wheelchair, Chu Jun pushed the cart for him behind him, and Huanhuan obediently walked beside the wheelchair, staring at the lanterns floating in mid-air with wide eyes.

"Hey, how did the disabled Cui Chenghong come out?"

"I heard that Mrs. Cui killed all the eight outer rooms he raised in a fit of anger today. They are still so kind?"

"This is their son Cui Yuanbai? Didn't he say he was seriously ill?"

"........."

The people around whispered, Ning Buwei heard the name "Cui Chenghong" familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

Chu Jun said behind him: "I told you."

Ning Buwei... Ning Buwei remembered that when he was in class at Wanxuan Yuan, Chu Jun taught them swordsmanship, and occasionally taught them swordsmanship. Give them examples of famous knives.

'Cui Chenghong was a monk of the Mahayana period ten thousand years ago. Although the patriarch of the Cui family is not good at practice, his Ziyan sword technique is superb. The spirit was refined by him with his parents and children, and he practiced with him for thousands of years, but Cui Chenghong became a heart demon due to a disease in his legs, failed to ascend through the tribulation, and died in today's Zhongzhou...'

Ning Buwei was not very interested in knives when he was young, and forgot why he listened to lectures instead of sleeping, but even if he did, who would remember these bits and pieces after 500 years? He didn’t think of it when he saw Ziyan Knife, but After Chu Jun mentioned it, he even remembered that it was snowing outside on the day Chu Jun was giving a lecture. He stopped him on the road, asked a tricky question, and succeeded in embarrassing the head teacher. He was proud for a long time.

The lanterns were alluring, and amidst the noise, a warm hand landed on Ning Buwei's shoulder.

Chu Jun leaned slightly, his eyes fell on the swaying lantern, and he whispered something in his ear.

The warm breath sprayed on the pinnae, and a light itch rose from the tip of his heart, which made him move his ears uncontrollably.

Chu Jun looked down at his slightly red ears, and unconsciously rubbed his fingertips.

Huanhuan was probably infected by the lively atmosphere of the festival, his eyes became bright, and he reached out and tugged on Chu Jun's sleeve, "Mother, I want a candied haws."

After he finished speaking, his face turned pale, and he froze on the spot at a loss, but he didn't want Chu Jun to buy two bunches of candied haws from the vendor and handed one of them to him. The child was immediately flattered.

Chu Jun handed Ning Buwei another bunch of candied haws.

Ning Buwei's face was paralyzed, "What are you doing?"

"For you." Chu Jun said.

Ning Buwei snorted coldly, "I won't eat."

He is a big devil, what does he look like eating candied haws that only children eat!

"It's just an illusion." Chu Jun stuffed the candied haws into his hands.

Ning Buwei was paralyzed on the wheelchair with long legs and feet, and was not in good shape when he was sitting. He was very dissatisfied with holding the bunch of candied haws that damaged his image, and stuffed them into the hands of the children next to him.

Huanhuan suddenly felt like he was in a dream. He hugged two strings of candied haws happily, licked a mouthful of candied haws, glanced at the lanterns, and looked at his parents around him, feeling satisfied.

When the three of them came back from the street and were close to Zizi, the child had walked too much and was so tired that he fell asleep and was held in Chu Jun's arms with a smile on his face.

The real fire in the sacrificial knife pit in the backyard was still burning, and the Ziyan knife was buzzing in the pit. The magic circles that had been set up all around echoed the Ziyan knife, waiting for the living soul to use to sacrifice the knife.

Ning Buwei's cold and narrow eyes reflected the fire in the pit, falling on the unformed Ziyan Knife, Cui Chenghong's desire for Ziyan Knife was churning in his heart, and was suppressed by him again.

Chu Jun stood beside him, and the child who was being held slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the Ziyan knife, but his expression was unusually calm.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

Under the black night, countless gorgeous fireworks exploded.

Ning Buwei leaned on the back of the chair and looked up, commenting: "The fireworks are really ugly."

A smile appeared in Chu Jun's eyes.

Ning Buwei's eyes fell on Ziyan Knife again, "This knife is also very ugly, not as good as Suzaku."

Huanhuan was hugged by Chu Jun, sleepy-eyed, and tugged on Chu Jun's sleeve, "Mother, don't you...sacrifice the knife?"

Ning Buwei said: "This one is alright, barely caught the eye."

"Yeah." Chu Jun agreed, and asked the child in his arms, "Which one do you think looks better?"

Huanhuan raised her head in a daze, looked at the fireworks all over the sky, suddenly sobbed softly, gradually the crying became louder and louder, and finally turned into howling.

"Oh!"

Another firework exploded under the night sky.

After a while, all the magic circles in the backyard became invalid instantly, and the real fire in the fire pit also quietly extinguished.

All the obsessive illusions shattered into countless star points, revealing the real scene of the space they were in.

Ning Buwei and Chu Jun stood side by side in front of a fire pit. In the pit, the real fire was always burning, and there was a young child sitting inside who was being scorched by the real fire all the time, and was crying with his knees hugged.

It was clearly just a sword spirit, and couldn't cry any tears, but cried hoarsely, as if the sadness and sorrow accumulated for thousands of years finally found a vent, and burst out, but because there were too many, it became Heartbroken and weeping blood, grief is uncontrollable.

This is not Cui Chenghong's obsessive illusion, but the obsessive illusion of Cui Yuanbai, his parent and son who was refined into a weapon spirit.

Thousands of years ago, Cui Chenghong's legs were disabled due to martial arts, and he was not able to walk since then, and then he was deprived of the qualification to be the head of the family. Cui Chenghong's wife, Wang Shiben, had a deep love for him, even if he was disabled. When I arrived in a small town in Zhongzhou, I planned to remain anonymous and not care about worldly affairs.

But Cui Chenghong was unwilling, so he looked around for a way to recover from his leg disease, and because of the depression in his heart, he became obsessed with women, and the husband and wife became estranged day by day. Wang's heart demon was born, and his temperament changed drastically since then. The scolding made Cui Chenghong even more disgusted.

When Cui Yuanbai was five years old, Cui Chenghong obtained from nowhere the method of sacrificing swords and spirits with living beings. After many failed attempts, he set his goal on his own son. Cui Yuanbai was born with a heavenly body and was intelligent. Precocious, with a tenacious personality, yet untainted by the world, with a clean and flawless soul.

So regardless of Wang's obstruction, Cui Chenghong ordered Cui Yuanbai to wash his marrow for many days. At the time of the night of Shangyuan, he threw a five-year-old child into a fire pit to refine his flesh and bones, and his soul was roasted and tortured by real fire. On the 81st, he finally refined the Lingbao Ziyan Sword. His wife, Wang Shi, couldn't bear it and committed suicide before the knife.

With this knife, Cui Chenghong became famous and withdrew from the Cui family's main family and established another Cui family. Later, the main family became extinct, but Cui Chenghong's family lasted for more than ten thousand years.

Cui Chenghong has practiced the Ziyan Sword for thousands of years, and has reached the realm of Mahayana. When he ascended, he was in a state of demons, and fell to Zhongzhou. The Zifu fell in Yumian Mountain, Leyuan City, Zhongzhou. Roasted by the real fire day and night, the obsession remained undisturbed, and it became an illusion of itself. It was not until ten thousand years later that the secret realm of the Purple Mansion was discovered.

Ning Buwei and Chu Jun were silent for a long time after watching Xiaoqiling's concrete memory.

Cui Yuanbai was only five years old when he was refined into a weapon spirit, and his soul, body, and mind would stay at the age of five forever. All his sadness and sadness were condensed into the ten thousand years of obsession——

It's just that he wants to have a full meal before he dies, and then go to see the Lantern Festival lanterns with his parents. It would be great if his mother would agree to buy him a string of candied haws.

He waited for tens of thousands of years before finally two people came.

One handed him the snack he wanted.

One bought him the candied haws he wanted to eat.

That's all what a child wants.