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

The floating flower was picked up.

Ning Chengfeng felt that he had finally won the game, and stared at the eyes behind the opponent's mask arrogantly.

He has always thought those eyes are very beautiful, clear and indifferent, with a little grayish blue under the sun, and they are particularly deep when looking at people.

He looked at Chu Jun, and said provocatively: "I have completely repaid the grace of saving my life, and I will not show mercy to you in the future."

The eyes behind the mask seemed to smile, maybe the smile was too short, maybe the sun dazzled, Ning Chengfeng was not sure.

But he was sure that he would have to deal with this annoying guy with peace of mind in the future.

Chu Jun suddenly stretched out his hand and patted him on the head, the force was very light, and the touch was instant, but Ning Chengfeng stayed where he was in shock.

The door closed in front of him.

After that day, Chu Jun disappeared from Wanxuanyuan.

"Elder Jinghe has something to leave, and the next swordsmanship class will be taken over by other elders." Hao Zheng announced the news to them.

Ning Chengfeng sat below, looking a little dazed.

Chu Jun left?

He actually left without even saying hello?

Immediately, he became angry again. He had worked so hard to find the floating flower for him from the floating land, and he accepted it without saying thank you, but he just left without saying a word! ?

He remembered the last time he met Chu Jun who took advantage of his unpreparedness to slap him on the head. He was angry and annoyed. He felt that he had lost his momentum. He had thought of more than a dozen ways to get revenge in class——

Ning Chengfeng crumpled up the talismans and seals that he had drawn all night, and threw them into the wastebasket.

It was only a year since Chu Jun taught them. Ning Chengfeng didn't realize that he had been circling around Chu Jun this year. He just felt that once Chu Jun left, the class seemed meaningless.

There is a strange feeling of emptiness, invisible and intangible, but it is like a kitten's paw teasing him from time to time, thinking of it occasionally hates him, and occasionally feels lost.

All in all, Chu Jun has successfully squeezed out Hao Zheng, and topped the list of the most hated teachers by Young Master Ning.

It's just that the temperament of a young man always becomes very fast. Ning Chengfeng was very depressed for a while because Chu Jun didn't say goodbye, but was soon drawn back by Hao Zheng, and he resumed the previous Wanxuan Courtyard's frenzy. daily.

Forget about that weird, dull ugly mask.

In the early winter, because he and Cui Ciwen successfully pasted three little bastards on Hao Zheng's back in the wild, the furious Dean Hao drove him home to reflect.

When I returned to Danhuai Courtyard, it happened that Ning Xingyuan was at home, and it was snowing outside. His brother was leisurely cooking tea under the verandah. The green vines had a fight.

After ten days of self-reflection at home, he either fought with Ning Hao or Lvteng, and then went to the dark area with Cui Ciwen in the wild before Shi Shiran returned to Wanxuanyuan.

Practicing, attending classes, skipping classes, doing homework, tinkering with talisman formations, being trained, copying books... Young Master Ning always feels that this unchanging life is very boring, and he does everything possible to find fun for himself. After a while, he ran away after accepting his flowers. When he goes to Wushizong in the future, he must give Chu Jun a good meal and vent his anger.

The new year was celebrated in Wanxuan Yuan as usual, and it was very lively. He and Wen Zaiye Cui Ci secretly drank the spiritual wine that Hao Zheng had buried for 300 years. Hao Zheng chased him from the east end of the island to the west end, and almost exploded it halfway with fireworks. A Myriad Xuan Yuan.

Just after the New Year's Eve, he received a letter from Ning Xingyuan, urgently calling him back to Ningcheng, Xun Mansion, so he hurriedly packed his things and prepared to go back.

Cui Ci nested on the bed and played chess with Wen Zaiye.

"Chengfeng, didn't your brother tell you why he asked you to go back?" Cui Ci stretched out his hand to catch some sunspots in the wild.

"No." Ning Chengfeng stuffed the black jade under the pillow into the ring, and was about to go back and ask Ning Xingyuan to carve another paperweight for himself, and the piece of spiritual jade from Ruogu Peak that Ning Xingyuan carved for him when he returned home last time It just happened to be a pair.

Wen Zaiye patted Cui Ci's hand trying to recruit more sons angrily, and looked at Ning Chengfeng, "Ning's family is so big and has many affairs, maybe I want you to go back and help?"

"Maybe, it's probably fine." Ning Chengfeng was not surprised.

Before Ning Xingyuan wanted him to go back, he would send a letter to Hao Zheng, purposely wording something serious so that Hao Zheng could let him go, this time it is probably the same.

Without going to class, Ning Chengfeng suddenly felt that it would not be troublesome to rush into the teleportation array.

"Chengfeng, remember to bring me a roast sparrow from Linggu Sect when you come back." Cui Ci yawned and swallowed, "I really want to eat it."

"You asked him to go around from the southeast to the northeast and then back to Wanxuanyuan just for one sparrow?" Wen Zaiye criticized him bitterly, "Cui Ci, do you still have a conscience! Chengfeng, don't listen to him, help bring twenty sparrows ,Thanks."

Ning Chengfeng smeared the clothes in his hands on their faces, "I might as well just roast you two!"

Having said that, when he entered the formation, he really calculated that it would take a few days to go to Lingguzong when he came back, and he planned to take a detour to buy it when he returned from Xun Mansion, but before he could finish his calculation, the teleportation formation would come out. problem.

He vaguely remembered seeing a strange blue light before passing out, and then completely lost consciousness.

Later, he met Wan Li in the swamp wasteland.

He was seriously injured and couldn't move. It seemed that he and Wan Li were the only ones left in the endless swamp and wasteland.

Sunrise and sunset, every day is long and boring, but because there is a companion who can depend on each other, it gives birth to a lot of joy.

The wilderness is cold at night, leaning on the rocks is not as warm as Wanli's cloak.

Holding the small piece of mahogany, he raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing for me?"

"It's cold outside." Wan Li lifted his cloak, the meaning was self-evident.

Ning Chengfeng was always thinking about his heavy cloak, but he couldn't bear it anymore. Now that the other party offered to give him the steps, he naturally hit the snake and followed him with the stick, wrapped himself in the cloak confidently, and his whole body was instantly surrounded by warmth , He suddenly narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Wan Li was always wrapped in a cloak, so he couldn't see his figure at all, but Ning Chengfeng always hugged his waist secretly, and he seemed very thin.

For example, now he hugged Wan Li's waist without any notice, Wan Li's whole body froze, but he pretended not to notice, and yawned lazily.

Wan Li had a light and bitter fragrance. Ning Chengfeng always thought it smelled good. He lowered his head and sniffed at the hem of his clothes, "Have you been taking medicine? You smell bitter."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone pinched the back of his neck and lifted him back.

"Sleep." Wan Li's tone was very cold.

"Your tone really resembles the head teacher I hate the most." Ning Chengfeng's eyes slipped across Wanli's torn front inadvertently, and he saw some collarbone as he wished, but he didn't continue to look at it very gentlemanly, and said: "If It's not that you have such a nice voice, I almost thought you were him in disguise."

Wan Li was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and said, "Am I similar to him?"

For some reason, Ning Chengfeng heard a bit of surprise in his tone.

He said in his heart that sometimes he was very similar, but he said on his mouth: "You are much better than him, I hate him very much, but for you—"

Ning Chengfeng suddenly got stuck.

"Huh?" Wan Li's questioning voice was close at hand, like a feather lightly scratching his heart before falling into his ears unhurriedly.

The itching got worse, but it couldn't be realized.

Ning Chengfeng reached out and rubbed his itchy ears, cleared his throat and continued: "I like it very much."

Wanli suddenly fell silent.

It took Ning Chengfeng a while to realize that what he said was ambiguous. He wanted to make amends but felt that there was no silver 300 taels here, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep.

Not long after, an arm wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

Ning Chengfeng hooked the corners of his mouth, and fell asleep with the faint bitter fragrance from the tip of his nose.

When they woke up the next day, the two packed up and continued on their way.

"... Wanxuan Academy's homework is very boring, and I still have four years to finish." Ning Chengfeng's brain hurts when he thinks about being trained by Hao Zheng for another four years, "Wanli, I can draw talismans very well. Okay, do you want to watch it?"

Wan Li looked down at him, "You shouldn't use your spiritual power right now."

"Oh." Ning Chengfeng stretched out his hand and tugged at the strap of his cloak, shaking it intermittently, and raised his eyelids to look at him, "Do you still remember where home is?"

"I don't remember." Wan Li let him shake the belt without any annoyance.

Ning Chengfeng's eyes lit up, "Why don't you go back to Xunfu Ningcheng with me? The head of the Ning family recruits many guests every year, and the salary is also very good. I will ask my brother to arrange you by my side."

"No need." Wan Li rejected him, as if seeing that he was unhappy, he paused and said, "I still have things to do."

Originally, he only mentioned it casually on a whim. He always felt that the position of Ke Qing was not worthy of Wanli, so he didn't mention it again, but his mood was still not high.

When Wanli sent him out of this swamp and wasteland, the two of them might be separated. Seventeen states are vast and there are many living beings. I don't know when they will see each other again.

When they walked in this swampy wasteland for about a month, something seemed to be wrong with Wan Li's body.

Ning Chengfeng realized that they were walking more and more slowly these days, and he couldn't help worrying, so he gave Wanli all the pills on his body, "You take care of your body first, and then we can go on our way."

Wanli confiscated those pills, but his voice was unusually reassuring, "I will take you out."

Ning Chengfeng didn't know why, but he was always restless in his heart, even a little anxious for no reason, always feeling that something would happen, this anxiety finally made him unable to hold his breath, and began to practice secretly in the middle of the night, trying to mend his dantian.

The result was naturally very tragic. The spiritual power in the meridians ran wildly. Not only did he almost go mad, but he almost exploded to death. Just as he was trying to suppress the spiritual power in a panic, a warm hand covered his on the forehead.

"Follow me." Wanli's voice sounded in his ear.

With a gentle warmth, the crimson spiritual power walked through his meridians without haste, leading him to mend the deep and shallow wounds with ease, and finally stayed at his dantian, and began to be patient and meticulous to mend.

Although Wan Li was already very gentle, but his injury was too serious, it was naturally painful to mend it, he only felt that his whole body was torn apart and crumbled, and stitched together again, his face was pale and his whole body was trembling.

Wan Li's movements paused slightly, and he didn't know what method he used, the piercing pain suddenly eased by half, although it was painful, it was bearable.

Ning Chengfeng forced himself to open his eyes, his eyelashes were wet with sweat, Wan Li became a little blurry in front of his eyes, and he unconsciously grabbed Wan Li's sleeve.

Warm fingertips brushed against the corners of his eyes, and Wanli's calm and gentle voice was a bit indistinct.

"It's okay, don't be afraid."

He suddenly felt relieved, no longer supported his body, and fell forward, but was hugged in his arms.

Ning Chengfeng was in a daze for a long time, and would always be woken up by the pain. In a haze, he saw the wrist wrapped with a red rope, and he reached out and grabbed it.

"It hurts?" Wan Li lowered his head and asked him.

Ning Chengfeng took the opportunity to rub his wrist at such a time, and said indifferently: "It's just a small injury."

Although the pain drenched his clothes, he still had to maintain his "strong" image when he woke up.

Wan Li let him take advantage of him, "It will be over in another six hours."

Ning Chengfeng forced himself to divert his attention, and said jokingly, "Only my Taoist companion can enter my sea of ​​knowledge."

"En." Wanli responded lightly.

It was obviously in pain, but Ning Chengfeng was so happy that he cleared his throat and said, "I practice the way of ruthlessness."

"Ah."

"But I will never kill my wife to preach." Ning Chengfeng said firmly: "My mind has always been firm."

Wan Li seemed to laugh.

Ning Chengfeng couldn't help but ask, "What way do you cultivate?"

In the past, he had never been interested in what other people practiced, and it was a very personal question. After all, he only asked his brother, but now he couldn't help being curious about Wanli.

Wan Li shook his head, "I only vaguely remember that it was very unpleasant."

Ning Chengfeng was about to speak, when a sharp pain suddenly came from under his right rib, and he uttered a sound of pain.

Wan Li put his hand under his right rib, "Your side is being regenerated, it might hurt a little."

Ning Chengfeng gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Can't you... tell me in advance?"

"The more afraid the more it hurts." Wan Li reached out and patted his head.

Ning Chengfeng froze for a moment, and then said angrily: "Don't touch my head."

"Ok?"

Ning Chengfeng said: "The president is not tall."

Because of the inexplicable bet with Luteng, he is always very concerned about whether he can grow taller in the future, and others will blow his head if he touches it.

The last time that annoying Chu Jun touched his head, he was still very angry when he thought about it, but Wan Li... he reluctantly allowed him to touch it once.

After Ning Chengfeng recovered from his injury, he wanted to go on his way with Yujian, but was stopped by Wanli.

"You can't use your spiritual power for three months." Wan Li pulled him off the sword.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-olds are the most restless when they can't control their swords, and simply rushing on the road is really boring, so he tells stories with Wanli all over the place. Mrs. Ye, who buys tofu from the street next to Ningfu, raises a dog like From the orange cat like a pig, to the factional entanglements between the head of the Ning Mansion and various side branches, to how he skipped class with his friends to go to the mysterious world of Fuluo under the sea...

He doesn't like to talk very much on weekdays. Cui Ci always dislikes him for being cold-tempered and boring, but in front of Wanli, he always has endless things to say, as if he wants to tell him everything he has experienced since childhood.

Wan Li occasionally added a few words, but most of the time he listened quietly.

"Wanli, look there is a flower there!" Ning Chengfeng pointed at the thorn bush not far away and said, "Did you see it?"

"En." Wanli nodded, and handed him the rubbed fruit in his hand.

Ning Chengfeng took it and gnawed it in two or three bites, and Wan Li handed him a water bag.

He took a sip of water and said enthusiastically, "I'll go and pick that flower off."

Before Wan Li could open his mouth, he spotted a few dead branches floating on the swamp, tapped his feet, jumped a few steps, and arrived at the flower, stretched out his hand and pulled it off, and threw it into Wan Li's arms through the swamp.

Holding the flower, Wan Li asked puzzledly, "Why pick it?"

Ning Chengfeng smiled at him and said, "I'll let you pick it for fun."

Wanli: "..."

After being able to run and jump, Ning Chengfeng did many such boring things.

Another half month passed like this, and one day Wan Li suddenly said, "We're going out of the swamp and wasteland."

Ning Chengfeng's eyes lit up, who was eating the fruit.

"Chengfeng, I'm going to retreat." Wan Li said again.

Ning Chengfeng turned to look at him, "Now?"

"After sending you to the nearby city." Wan Li looked at him, "After returning to Ning's house, you must recover from your injuries."

"Understood." Ning Chengfeng kicked the small stone under his feet sullenly, "How long do you want to retreat?"

"It's as little as one month, as much as half a year." Wan Li said.

"Then will you recover your memory?" Ning Chengfeng asked him.

"I don't know."

"If you recover your memory, will you still remember me?" he asked again.

"...I don't know." Wan Li wasn't quite sure.

"Do you dare to forget me!" Ning Chengfeng tried to strangle him and beat him up, "Do you dare to forget?"

Wan Li let him hang on to his body to make trouble, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice, "I dare not forget."

On the day of parting, they stood at the gate of the bustling city to bid farewell.

Wan Li put the things he had packed up in the storage ring and handed them to him.

Ning Chengfeng took it, and confirmed with him again, "You are retreating on the hillside of the hillside on the edge of the swamp, right?"

"Yes." Wan Li lowered his head and tied the water bag to his body, and instructed: "If you can solve it with Lingshi, don't use your spirit power. Go back and ask your brother to help you check your body."

Ning Chengfeng stared at the red string on his wrist, "It won't take long for me to go back. My brother hasn't looked for me after so long. I guess there's nothing serious at home. I'll be back in half a month at the earliest. Don't run around."

"Yeah." Wan Li looked up at him, "I'll wait for you at Xiaoqiu Mountain."

Ning Chengfeng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he had clearly experienced many separations, but this time he was particularly reluctant.

He smiled and said, "We've been driving for so long, and you still refuse to show me your face, so now you can always let me take a look, right?"

Wan Li reached out to take off his hood, but Ning Chengfeng grabbed his wrist.

"...Forget it, wait until I come back." He reached out and touched his nose, and said firmly: "I will definitely come back before you retreat, don't run around."

"En." Wanli nodded.

Ning Chengfeng raised his chin at him very coolly, "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he strode neatly towards the teleportation formation, and waved his hand at Wanli without looking back.

Amid the din of people, they parted ways in an ordinary morning.

The 16-year-old Ning Chengfeng regards parting as a very ordinary thing, and he also takes it for granted that he and Wanli will meet again soon, and then return to Wanxuanyuan and spend four years with Wen Zaiye Cuici.

He wished he could grow up and be free overnight.

On the day of the vernal equinox, he left the teleportation formation with great interest, but saw a devastated Xun Mansion.

Overnight, the world was turned upside down.

He was stuffed with a Suzaku knife, and before he had time to react, he was forced to start his escape career.

The members of the Chongzheng League kept chasing after him, and he thought of going back to the swamp and wasteland to find Wanli several times, but he was completely suppressed.

He can't drag thousands of miles.

The first year was very difficult. He lived in fear every day, for fear that he would not see the sun tomorrow when he woke up. He didn't have time to think about why, and he was exhausted every day.

When he confirmed the news of Ning Xingyuan's death from other people, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He wanted to see Wanli again before he died.

Carrying the Suzaku Saber that refused to recognize the owner, he detoured for a long time, threw off countless people, and returned to Xiaoqiu Mountain alone, which he had agreed with Wan Li at the beginning.

It has been a whole year since they parted.

Was Wanli waiting for him, or had he already left because he missed the appointment?

He climbed up the small hill with a tiny hope.

I'm not too demanding, I just quietly take another look at him.

Ning Chengfeng thought so.

It's a pity that he searched Xiaoqiu Mountain for a long time, but he couldn't find any trace of Wan Li.

After all, I missed the appointment first, and it's good for him to leave, so as not to hurt him because of my recklessness.

After calming down, Ning Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the top of the mountain all night, patted the mud off his body and left.

He held Ning Xingyuan's Suzaku knife in his arms and blew the cold wind all night, and suddenly he didn't want to let go.

He wanted to survive, find out what happened to the Ning family, and avenge his brother and everyone in the Ning family.

He was going to send the array to Zhongzhou.

The young man was walking in the bustling crowd expressionlessly with the Suzaku knife on his back, passing by a monk in white, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red on the other's wrist from the corner of his eye.

Ning Chengfeng took a few steps forward, then turned around in astonishment, but the monk had long since disappeared.

He was about to look for it, but he saw the people from the Chongzheng League. Dang even turned his footsteps and stepped into the crowded teleportation array.

Since then, Wanli has completely disappeared from his life.

It was just a fad.

Hundreds of years have passed, and even every time in the Heart Slashing Demon Realm, Wan Li is just a vague shadow, and he doesn't even take a second look.

Once again, he was forced to relive his 16-year-old age. Seeing Chu Jun in Wanxuanyuan and Wanli in the swamp and wasteland merge together, and the face of the child's mother, who was astonished as a celestial being, appeared. A hint of rage was detected.

What kind of evil fate is this?

He suddenly turned back to the 16-year-old Ning Chengfeng back then, full of resentment and unwillingness, walking among the crowd with the Suzaku knife on his back, and insisted on rushing to Zhongzhou.

Once again, he brushed past the white monk with the red string tied around his wrist, but out of nowhere he stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

The man turned his head, and was slightly taken aback when he saw him, his beautiful red phoenix eyes flashed a little blankly, "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist?"

Ning Buwei stared at Chu Jun's face, it was always difficult to connect him with the annoying head teacher Chu and the gentle and steady Wan Li back then, but he felt that it should be so.

The so-called heart-slashing demon realm is nothing more than cutting off the desire in the monk's own heart.

If you don't want to let go, your mind will not be calm, and if your mind is not calm, your mind will be unclear.

Greed, hatred, ignorance, love, hatred, love and hatred, there are always all kinds of things that are difficult to let go of, and he cultivates the ruthless way, the most important thing to cut is love, and the most difficult thing to cut is love.

When they meet again after 500 years, Ning Buwei suddenly realizes that he also regretted that year.

If only he could be caught.

This person was originally his.

This thought spread rapidly in his heart like an enchantment, soaking through his limbs, penetrating into the marrow of his bones, and tightly entangled in his hand holding Chu Jun.

This hand... is very suitable for changing diapers.A strange thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

diaper?

Painful memories of changing his son's diaper suddenly flooded into his mind, causing the big devil to wake up in an instant, and the previous demonic and absurd thoughts suddenly receded, and his heart felt as still as water in an instant.

The past is over, and it is useless to force it.

The mind demon only needs a desire that even the monks can't detect, and the mind slayer also only needs a thought.

Ning Buwei narrowed his eyes, let go of his hand suddenly, and said calmly: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

As soon as the words fell, the howling wolves in the Fuluo Secret Realm, the floating floating flower that was handed out in the Wanxuan Courtyard, the two long footprints left on the swamp and wasteland, the bleak round of Xiaoqiu Mountain. The moon, the thin red string tied around the wrist... suddenly collapsed into countless light spots.

Heart demon realm broken.

The last tribulation thunder struck down with a bang.