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

Jiang Yizheng heard someone calling him, opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Ning Buwei looking at him.

"Father, are you real or fake?" Jiang Yizheng's nightmare was full of Ning Buwei's cold face ready to kill someone, his tone was sad and weak.

Ning Buwei was silent for a moment, then reached out and patted her on the head.

Jiang Yizheng's eyes were terrified, he backed away one after another, and wailed: "You are really a fake!?? Dad, help me——"

Ning Buwei: "...If you howl again, I will throw you here."

Jiang Yizheng immediately shut up, looked at the eerie tombs around him and the terrifying ice coffin, and was so frightened that he almost burst into tears.

Ning Buwei sighed, "How did you get in?"

Jiang Yizheng looked at him cautiously, and whispered: "I can't see or hear the fake ones."

Ning Buwei's tone was gloomy: "...Jiang Yizheng."

This familiar tone——Jiang Yizheng stretched out his hand tentatively, and poked the back of Ning Buwei's hand. It was warm, and it was human.

"Wuuuuu father!" Jiang Yizheng hugged Ning Buwei's arm, and the tears that were only rolling in his eyes surged out, crying earth-shatteringly, "Scared me to death, what the hell is this place? The kid in the coffin in the ugly skirt looks exactly like me when I was a kid, and your name is engraved on it!"

Ning Buwei's ears were almost deafened by her howling, and he looked at her with tears and snot on his sleeve with a dull face, and asked in a delicate tone, "Is this dress... ugly?"

Jiang Yizheng hiccupped, wiped his face vigorously, sobbed, "The colorful ones are so ugly, so scary!"

Ning Buwei was silent for a moment, "Then what do you think looks good?"

"Hi!" Jiang Yizheng looked at him in horror, and stiffly let go of his arm, turned around and was about to run, but Ning Buwei grabbed the back of his collar.

"Let me tell you! My father would rather not do it! The big devil would rather not do it! I can recognize you even if you transform into him! Let my father know that you are finished!" Jiang Yizheng threatened at first, and then And said in despair:

"Big brother, I really don't mean to offend! You, you, you, just let me go. I'm just an innocent and poor little monk passing by! Woohoo, I don't want to die yet!"

Ning Buwei later realized that the timing of her question was inappropriate, and seeing Jiang Yizheng was about to go crazy with fright, he touched his nose guiltyly, pasted a few peace talismans on her back, and The man was taken out from the tomb.

Jiang Yizheng was once again bathed in the sunshine, and with the effect of the peace talisman, he seemed to come back to life, staring at Ning Buwei's familiar face, wanting to cry but not daring to cry, "Who the hell are you?"

Ning Buwei clicked his tongue: "How did you come to the floating realm from the flying boat?"

Jiang Yizheng murmured: "Xiao Hei's magic circle——"

"You're so stupid." Ning Buwei glanced at her in disgust, then turned and walked forward.

Jiang Yizheng finally got up from the ground and followed.

With this disdainful tone and impatient expression, it is undoubtedly her real father.

"Father, where is the Floating Realm?" Jiang Yizheng followed behind him and asked tentatively.

"A secret realm in the sky floating around." Ning Buwei said.

"Father, how did you find me?" Jiang Yizheng asked again.

Ning Buwei tossed her a length of rope, "Looking for people."

Jiang Yizheng took the piece of rope in a hurry, confirmed that it was the rope he often used to hang things, and asked doubtfully, "Father, what are you doing with the rope?"

Ning Buwei's back stiffened, and he turned to stare at her.

Although Ning Buwei's cold aura can bluff people, Jiang Yizheng felt that her father was guilty, "Father, one last question, the child named Jiang Ling in the tomb—"

Ning Buwei raised his hand to make a tactic, Jiang Yizheng quickly covered his forehead with his eyes and said loudly: "Father, you can't just seal other people's memories without talking about Wude just relying on your own strength!"

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes, "Who told you this is a sealed memory?"

"Tai Zun taught us." Jiang Yizheng said proudly: "He even taught us the tricks of the mind!"

This confident look is completely different from the little brat who was trembling with fear just now.

Ning Buwei: "..."

Well, your surname is Chu.

His heartfelt voice was accurately conveyed to Chu Jun's heart through the Dao Deed. Chu Jun, who was holding his son and preparing to catch the dragon, said, "??"

Ning Buwei froze, then ignored Chu Jun's question as if nothing had happened, and began to concentrate on admonishing his daughter, "Where do you have so many questions?"

Jiang Yizheng looked at him aggrievedly, and muttered in a low voice: "But I really saw the big characters 'The Tomb of Jiang Ling, the daughter of Ningbuwei' engraved on the coffin...the words are just like the ones engraved by your own hands. ..."

When Ning Buwei taught her and Feng Zizhang to draw talismans on a whim, she would occasionally write annotations. Although her father's talismans were like dogs crawling, people couldn't understand them, but the writing was quite beautiful, so she was naturally impressed.

Ning Buwei glanced at her, turned around and strode forward.

"Father, wait for me!" Jiang Yizheng trotted after him.

Ning Buwei kept a dignified expression along the way and didn't speak, even Jiang Yizheng didn't dare to ask any more. She carefully tugged on Ning Buwei's sleeve, "Father, I won't ask any more, don't be angry."

Ning Buwei looked at her with complicated eyes, seeing her being so careful, he felt uncomfortable, "I'm not angry, the child lying in the tomb..."

He paused, and said, "He died more than 400 years ago."

Jiang Yizheng was stunned, "More than 400 years ago?"

"480 years ago." Ning Buwei said in a deep voice, "I—"

Just as he was about to continue, the blood-colored vein on the back of Feng Zizhang's hand suddenly flickered violently, and then had a faint tendency to break.

Obviously it is dying.

Ning Buwei grabbed Jiang Yizheng by the collar and threw her onto Feijian, saying: "Go and rescue Feng Zizhang first, we will talk about this matter later."

Jiang Yizheng nodded obediently.

Her brother's life was more important than satisfying curiosity.

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Feng Zizhang only remembered that he was chasing Xiao Hei with Huanhuan, but he accidentally appeared in this exquisite mansion. He really couldn't figure it out.

The furnishings in this mansion are luxurious and exquisite, but the shape and materials are something he has never seen before. Compared with the current standard, it is more simple and magnificent, and the continuous spiritual power wraps him, making him extremely comfortable.

But Feng Zizhang was still worried about his younger brothers and sisters, and just wanted to go out to find someone quickly, but before he walked out of this very luxurious hall, he heard an imposing voice suddenly sounded:

"Son, I see that your bones are very clear and your talents are excellent. Would you like to be the only closed disciple under the old man's sect?"

Feng Zizhang staggered in fright, and looked around vigilantly, "Who is that? Who's talking!?"

"My real body has already ascended to the upper realm, and this is the spiritual consciousness left behind by the old man." The voice said, "If you agree to be my closed disciple, this mansion and what the old man has learned all his life will be yours. Within a hundred years, it will definitely dominate the cultivation world."

Feng Zizhang: "...Thank you, but forget it."

The voice was obviously stunned for a moment, "Why? Don't you want to become stronger? Don't you want to ascend?"

"Uh..." Feng Zizhang scratched his head, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your kindness, senior, but my father always told us that there will be no pies in the sky, and I have mediocre talents, so I just want to live a good life."

Good luck was enough—that was the only positive comment from his father.

Persist in living and you will become stronger - this is the encouragement from Taizun.

Although Feng Zizhang is not smart, but remembering what his father and Taizun said, the specific performance is a salted fish of letting nature take its course.

If he is lucky, there is a high probability that he can survive, and if he survives, there is a high probability that he will become stronger, and there is nothing wrong with him.

The owner of that voice obviously couldn't understand his twists and turns, and said angrily, "You don't even want such a rare opportunity! You can't carve such a rotten wood!"

Feng Zizhang respectfully gave a junior salute, "May senior find his successor as soon as possible."

After speaking, he was about to go out, but the door was slammed shut in front of him.

"Since you don't know good from bad, don't blame me for being rude!"

Feng Zizhang was shocked, "Is it still possible to forcefully buy and sell something like taking an apprentice!?"

"Ignorant child, it's an honor to be seen by the old man!" Suddenly there was a strong wind in the hall, and it wanted to drag him directly into the inner hall.

It was a sudden force that grabbed his belt and pulled him out of the strong wind.

Feng Zizhang fell to the ground in a daze, as if something was pinching his body, he was about to make a sound, when a soft hand covered his mouth, and a voice transmitted into his mind, "Fellow Daoist, don't make a sound!" .”

Feng Zizhang opened his eyes wide, and saw a woman looking at him solemnly, and beside her, there was an eight or nine-year-old girl.

"Yang Qianrou in the Immortal Valley of Immortal Medicine." The woman said: "Fortunately, the Taoist friend didn't listen to the old monster's words. This person has been trapped in this battle for many years, and he just wanted to find a substitute to replace him, but the other party had to be voluntary." , here are all monks who were unwilling to be brutally killed by him."

Feng Zizhang looked down and said, "How do you know—"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he saw that there were fragments of skeletons all around him, and there was still a warm corpse at his feet.

Very good, now he knows how Yang Qianrou knew.

"Where are people!? Come out! Come out!" The voice gradually became crazy, "You can't escape! If you don't want to, you will only die! Come out!"

Feng Zizhang swallowed nervously, looked at Yang Qianrou, "Is there a way, fellow Taoist, to get out?"

Yang Qianrou shook her head, "My nephew and I have been trapped here for a day and a night, and every time we try to escape, we will be discovered by him."

Yang Lingzhu hugged his little red snake, "We can find a way to kill him."

Yang Qianrou reached out and touched her head, "We can't beat him."

Feng Zizhang took out the Xuelian Armor from the ring, "We can hide it here temporarily."

Feeling the rich spiritual power of this treasure, Yang Qianrou thought secretly, "Fellow Daoist, quickly put it away!"

However, before she finished speaking, that strange old voice sounded behind them in an instant, "Okay, I have found it! The old man was trapped by Yan Jinzhou for 480 years! Enough is enough!"

"Run!" Feng Zizhang pushed Yang Qianrou and Yang Lingzhu out, holding the Snow Refined Armor to forcibly resist the opponent's blow, but because of his lack of cultivation, he was knocked flying out.

"Ignorant child!" The man roared, and countless iron chains came out from all directions, binding Feng Zizhang's limbs, and he wanted to drill into Feng Zizhang's eyebrows, wanting to seize his body against the sky:

"Your body is just right! Hahahaha just right! God is helping me! When I go out, Yan Jinzhou must be torn to pieces! How dare you trap me here for so many years! And her apprentice Ning Buwei... I Let her and Ning Bu live rather than die!"

"Om-"

A Buddha's words came from the sky, and the Buddha seal with its golden light suddenly pressed down from the air. No matter Feng Zizhang, Yang Lingzhu and Yang Qianrou, they were all dizzy from the shock, and the haunted old monster yelled mournfully , do not know where to hide.

The monk holding a Zen stick slowly landed in the empty courtyard from the air. He had handsome eyes, a red mole between his eyebrows, slightly drooping eyes, and a compassionate expression. A huge and majestic Dharma appeared behind him.

Half of them glared at King Kong, half of them were pitiful, but they didn't violate the harmony at all.

"Amitabha." He raised his hand, lowered his eyes slightly to Feng Zizhang and the others, and performed a Buddhist salute.

Yang Qianrou looked excited, she recognized the fleeting Dharma face, "You are Zen Master Mingsang!?"