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

"Fellow Daoist, don't mind. I can see through people's aptitude and cultivation. It is the only thing Yan has seen in his life, and it is not malicious."

The man was wearing a simple cloth, with an ordinary appearance, sitting on a stool leaning against the window, and pinched a peach blossom in his hand, twisted it lightly, and the flower turned into fine powder and disappeared. "These peach trees have only rested for a few days, and the people in the Four Seasons Hall have performed a small longevity technique to make them bloom.

Ning Xiu grabbed his finger and put it into his mouth, Ning Buwei lowered his eyes and squeezed his small mouth.

The man pointed to the blooming peach blossoms outside and said to Ning Buwei: "If a person is born against the sky, he is not considered a human being, and sooner or later, the law of heaven will not tolerate it."

"Fellow Daoist, do you think what I said is true?" He asked Ning Buwei with a smile, as if there was something in his words.

"Your surname is Yan?" Not only did Ning Buwei not answer, but he also asked an irrelevant question.

"My lord, Yan Lanpei, has no family, no sect, and a casual cultivator." Yan Lanpei bowed his hands and saluted him, "I think fellow Taoists have cut off their meridians, lost all their cultivation bases, and their physique is not as strong as mortals. Help fellow daoist to recuperate."

"You guys surnamed Yan like to meddle in other people's business." Ning Buwei snorted coldly and ignored him.

Yan Lanpei didn't care if he hit a snag, but just lingered on the father and son for a moment, and leaned against the window to enjoy the flowers and poured himself a drink.

The little girl did things neatly, and quickly brought up a bowl of warm rice noodles, and put a small spoon thoughtfully, and handed a low-grade Na ring to Ning Buwei, "Guest officer, the rice noodles inside are all It has been ground, and has been divided into many portions for you, when you are hungry, you can feed a small packet."

Ning Buwei nodded, "Thank you."

"Hey, you're welcome." Even though Xiaoer had prepared these, there was still more than half of a middle-grade spirit stone left, so he was happy to serve him meticulously, "Just wait a moment, the food you ordered will be here soon."

Ning Buwei picked up a small spoon to scoop up the muddy mixture, and handed it to Ning Xiu's mouth.

Ning Xiu was curious about everything at the moment, opened his small mouth and ate it, his eyes lit up, "Ah!"

Fragrant!

Seeing that he loves to eat, Ning Buwei patiently fed him half a bowl, but Ning Xiu didn't eat enough, and still held the spoon with his mouth open.

Ning Buwei touched his belly and said to him: "I can't eat any more."

Ning Xiu turned his head to look at the delicious and beautiful dishes on the table, stretched out his small hand, and signaled Ning Buwei, "Ah~"

Ning Buwei didn't pay much attention to food and drink in the past. Before the foundation was established, he only liked light food. After the foundation was successfully established, he didn't even eat much food. But now he has lost all his cultivation, and his hunger is particularly strong. The food on the table is delicious.

Especially when a certain little unlucky guy can't eat anything, he tastes even better.

"Ah!" Ning Xiu yelled at him wrongedly, lying in his arms and staring helplessly, watching him eat so deliciously, his saliva drooled.

Ning Bu gloated for a while, picked up his chopsticks, dipped some fish soup into Ning Xiu's mouth, this soup is very delicious, it doesn't hurt to try it.

Ning Xiu's eyes widened in surprise, he babbled and made a small mouth, and smiled at Ning Buwei: "Ah~ah~"

Fragrant ~ still want ~

Ning Buwei only let him taste a little and refused to give any more. Ning Xiu pursed his lips and looked at his father eagerly.

Ning was not satisfied with the meal, seeing his son staring at him bitterly, he dipped his chopsticks in some wine and offered Ning Xiu a taste, Ning Xiu was so hot that he stuck out his tongue.

The big devil was in a happy mood, pinched his little face and said, "Are you still greedy?"

Ning Xiu was so angry that he went straight into his arms.

Ning Buwei laughed, reached out and patted his little butt, picked up the wine glass and drank it down.

After drinking and eating, Ning Buwei was going to find an inn to take a rest with his son in his arms. The streets were full of people coming and going, and there were people leading spirit beasts to parade through the city. Ning Xiu looked at the behemoth that was taller than adults and exclaimed. With a voice, he patted Ning Buwei's clothes for him to have a look too.

Ning Buwei hugged him higher and let him lean on his body to watch, said: "This is the snow-tailed beast that is abundant in Zhongzhou. It is as greedy as you, but it only eats grass."

The snow-tailed beast is nearly ten feet tall. Its fur is white, soft and fluffy. Its limbs are thick and powerful. When it is full, its strength is great and its legs move quickly. .

Ning Xiu was so curious that Ning Buwei just hugged him and looked at him for a while. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small green leaf on his swaddle, so he reached out to help him take it off, but when he touched it, he felt something was wrong.

A cold light flashed, Suzaku Broken Knife cut off a green seed by the middle, and Ning Buwei held the Broken Knife, and the broken seed fell to the ground, and instantly withered and turned into powder and disappeared.

Ning Buwei suddenly showed killing intent in his eyes, and looked up at the window on the second floor of the carrier building, but the person had long since disappeared.

When he looked away, he saw a handsome young man standing a few steps away from him and said in surprise, "We meet again!"

This young man was wearing a gray robe with a ponytail on his face, Ning Buwei frowned, "Who are you?"

Feng Zizhang pointed to himself and said, "It's me, we were talking at the gate of the city an hour ago, but you left without saying goodbye."

This person was very different from the gray-faced fool before, but his voice didn't change much, Ning Buwei remembered it, but he didn't want to talk to him, so he turned around and left with Ning Xiu in his arms.

"Hey——" Feng Zizhang yelled, but failed to stop him. He sighed and wanted to enter the restaurant in a low mood, but he saw a familiar figure from the back in the crowd. After a moment of hesitation, he followed with his sword in his hand.

Ning Xiu was full, and now he was sleeping soundly in Ning Buwei's arms, he didn't know what he dreamed, and there was still a smile on his little face.

The wind was a bit strong, Ning Buwei tucked him in his swaddling clothes, and walked into a narrow alley unknowingly.

This alley is narrow and dark, the mottled walls are covered with green slender vines, and the leaves sway slightly in the wind, but this alley is very quiet, there is no wind at all.

Ning Buwei walked a few steps and stopped.

The rustling sound came from behind the ground, and the next moment, the shrill sound of evil ghosts filled the whole alley. A fragment of the Suzaku knife was deeply inserted into the bluestone brick, and the cracks spread out like a spider's web. Cut off scattered vines.

At the entrance of the alley, Feng Zizhang, who was about to rush in to save others, suddenly retracted his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously, thinking that he had hallucinated just now.

Ning Buwei hugged the sleeping child, with countless black mist covering his back, and countless scarlet ghost eyes flickering in the black mist. He raised his head and looked at the person standing not far away.

Yan Lanpei said in surprise: "It's still a hidden one."

"If you don't know anything, get out and practice more. It's okay to plant seeds on those idiots in Yunzhongmen, but you still think about my son?" Ning Buwei looked at him as if he was looking at a dead thing.

Feng Zizhang at the entrance of the alley suddenly heard the name of his sect, and was taken aback for a moment.

Yan Lanpei looked at Ning Buwei with a sudden realization, "So it was you who intercepted and killed my prey."

"Don't kill them and wait for them to become your puppets?" Ning Buwei said with a hint of disgust in his tone.

Yan Lanpei said: "The four senior brothers have good aptitudes, but I have been looking for them for a long time, what a pity."

He planted seeds on the four brothers of Xiang Yunzhongmen in the Chengyun Building, and waited for the seeds to germinate in their bodies and slowly absorb the spiritual power of each other. He could only devour flesh and blood, and only Han Ziyang, who had the highest cultivation, succeeded in sprouting, and both his cultivation and flesh and blood had been used by him.

It's just a pity that the seeds on Feng Zizhang with the best qualifications never germinated.

"Feng Daoyou, since you're here, don't hide, come out and meet." Yan Lanpei waved his long sleeves without turning his head, and suddenly there was a monk wearing a green shirt and a lotus crown at the entrance of the alley.

"Senior brother!" Feng Zizhang recognized the jade pendant on Han Ziyang's body at a glance, rushed in from the alley, but took two steps back after seeing him clearly, his voice trembling, "Master, brother?"

I saw that Han Ziyang's whole face was wrapped with green vines, his two eyeballs protruded out, and tiny vine leaves continued to protrude from the eyeballs, which made Feng Zizhang's scalp feel cold.

Yan Lanpei didn't care about the extra Feng Zizhang at all, he stared at Ning Buwei in front of him, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Your ancestor." Ning Buwei sneered, and the black mist behind him spread instantly.

Yan Lanpei waved his long sleeves and took a few steps back vigilantly. Seven or eight puppets made of green vines stood in front of him and rushed forward to disperse the black mist.

The shrill screams continued for a long time in the alley, and when the black mist cleared, the father and son disappeared.

Yan Lanpei realized that he was being tricked, and immediately became furious, "Catch me!"

Ning Buwei ran on the roof with the child in his arms, Feng Zizhang Yujian followed closely behind him.

Seeing this, Ning Buwei said angrily: "Why are you following me?"

Feng Zizhang said loudly: "Did you kill my son Song Zichen Senior Brother!?"

The vines on the ground were about to catch up, and Ning Buwei didn’t have time to fight with him, so he jumped down from the eaves, rolled a few times and landed on another roof, smashing the tiles, and then continued Get up and run forward.

Feng Zizhang was still crying, "Why did you kill my two senior brothers!?"

The speed of the vines is getting faster and faster, Feng Zizhang is still sticky here, Ning Bu shouted angrily: "If you don't kill them, you can't live, they will only die and become puppets. If you die in my hands, at least you can be reincarnated. Are you It's not a stick!"

Feng Zizhang Yujian flew close to the roof, just in time to keep up with his speed, "Then who is Yan Lanpei? Why did he want to kill us?"

Ning Bu ran for his life in a hurry, and was about to be laughed at by this fool, "Go and ask him! What are you asking me for!?"

"I can't beat him." Feng Zizhang raised his sleeves and wiped away his tears, looking at him sincerely, "For the sake of keeping the soul of my brother Song Zichen, I thank you for them."

Ning Buwei thought this was a real fool.

If someone killed his fellow disciples, even for this reason, he would kill him to vent his anger. This fool actually thanked him solemnly, and he was not afraid that his two senior brothers would turn into ghosts and beat him up. .

The vines that had been stretching rapidly against the ground soared into the sky, and came straight towards Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei's hands, but were cut off by the icy cold light. Unexpectedly, the vines would not stop, and they were heading towards Ning Xiu from all directions. Not to be surrounded.

"I'll help you!" Feng Zizhang held out the glazed ball, and the colorful light instantly spread to cover them.

"Idiot! Stop it!" Ning Buwei was about to vomit blood from his anger.

Almost at the same time, the ground began to shake violently, and in the center of Linjiang City, a green vine several tens of feet thick rose into the sky, spreading rapidly in the air, causing the monks in the city to shake.

"Ah?" Feng Zizhang saw that all the seven-colored spiritual power was absorbed into the vines. The vines, which were originally as thick as arms, suddenly swelled tens of inches, tangled into a ball, and wrapped the three of them in it.

Ning Xiu woke up suddenly, the surrounding was cold and dark, and he burst into tears.