I am beautiful alone [Rebirth]

Ning Yu is a person who makes everyone unpredictable.

He was born with the rarest spiritual vein in the world. If there is no mistake, he can ascend to the ascension after only a hundred years of swordsmanship, but to everyone's surprise, he worshiped the nameless Guihong Mountain.

Everyone said one after another that this child's path has been broken, it's a pity for this good seedling who has ascended.

There is also a person who returns to Hongshan. Although he is not as profound as other sects, the head teacher is also a sword cultivator with excellent spiritual veins. There is still a glimmer of hope in worshiping him as a teacher.

A hundred days after Ning Yu entered Guihong Mountain, at the apprenticeship ceremony, he chose the most lazy and inactive alcoholic in Guihong Mountain as his teacher.

Everyone: "..."

Fine.

The good seedlings in the Three Realms cropped up again and again, and soon no one paid attention to Ning Yu, who obviously had no way out.

However, in less than a hundred years, Ning Yu was famous all over the world for quelling the chaos in the four realms with a single sword.

Just when everyone thought that he was going to use his sword to enter Taoism and soar, he fell into a demon overnight in the wild sea of ​​flames.

Ning Jianzun fell into a demon, and the three realms and four realms shook.

Demon cultivators are inherently evil, and all the monks feared that the demon cultivators would make a comeback, so they gathered thousands of Taoists to break into the wilderness in an attempt to pre-empt the attack.

After arriving in the wilderness, everyone was astonished to find that Ning Jianzun, who had been possessed by the demon, had forcibly unified the wilderness demon cultivator with iron and blood in just a few days.

Everyone once again: "..."

Make it, make it, just be happy.

Since then, demon cultivators have seldom caused harm to the Four Realms, and the relationship between the Wild Desolate Realm and the other Four Realms has gradually eased.

Ning Yu seldom went out of the wilderness since he became a demon, and this was the first time Song Jingsheng saw him—the aura of a demon cultivator was evil, but he couldn't detect any evil in this person. With a frosty appearance, the aura around her is cold and frightening, making it difficult for people to approach easily.

Yi Xuefeng was numbly pushed by Song Jingsheng to stand in front of Ning Yu, and when she raised her head, she met those cold and gloomy eyes.

Yi Xuefeng shuddered unconsciously.

Ning Yu frowned and looked at him, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, the boiling water instantly condensed into ice, and even the porcelain cup was frozen with slight cracks.

The slight sound seemed to hit Yi Xuefeng's heart directly, and he said with difficulty: "Jianzun..."

Ning Yu looked at him for a while, and finally said: "16 years old, just formed a pill, is this what you said is a good spirit?"

Song Jingsheng looked at Ning Yu suspiciously, not quite understanding why he asked this.

Yi Xuefeng lowered his head, cowardly as a quail, he thought to himself: "The next sentence must be..."

waste.

Ning Yu was not polite, and said coldly: "Trash."

Song Jingsheng: "..."

She looked at Yi Xuefeng tentatively, and found that the boy who had been scolded was not as distraught as before, but looked a little dejected.

Lin Fanjun only mentioned Lin Fuyu's recognition of Ning Yu as his adoptive father back then, and Song Jingsheng wanted to test Ning Yu's attitude towards Lin Fuyu when he said it, but Ning Jianzun was so rude.

Even though Song Jingsheng had a keen mind, he couldn't tell whether Ning Yu's attitude was disgust or intimacy.

Yi Xuefeng didn't react much, anyway, what does your scolding Lin Fuyu have to do with me, Yi Xuefeng?

After Ning Yu finished cursing, he turned his gaze to the lake outside the pavilion, as if he was too lazy to talk to him.

At this moment, a disciple came from outside and whispered something to Song Jingsheng. Song Jingsheng narrowed his beautiful eyes, thought for a while and then said silently to Yi Xuefeng: You are here to entertain Sword Master, I have to leave first .

Yi Xuefeng nodded.

Song Jingsheng greeted Ning Yu a few more times before turning and leaving. During this period, Ning Yu still did not respond, very cold and hateful.

Yi Xuefeng hadn't seen Ning Yu for many years. As soon as Song Jingsheng left, he quietly raised his head and stared at Ning Yu's indifferent profile.

Ning Yutong hasn't changed much a hundred years ago, but those eyes that are always full of ice have turned into sinister magic pupils, and his black hair has also turned into vicissitudes of white hair, making Yi Xuefeng a little unreal in a trance feel.

Ning Yu tapped lightly with his fingers, without turning his head, he said coldly, "Look what I'm doing?"

Yi Xuefeng withdrew his gaze, staring at his feet non-stop.

After a while, he couldn't hold back, and whispered: "Jianzun, can I sit down?"

Ning Yu was taken aback, and turned his head to look at him.

Yi Xuefeng said: "The leg hurts."

Lin Fuyu's body really couldn't bear the slightest bit of crime, just standing for a while, her legs felt sore.

Ning Yu frowned, as if dissatisfied with his delicate manner.

Yi Xuefeng didn't wait for him to answer, she jumped a few times towards the chair next to her, leaning on the armrest to sit down.

Ning Yu tapped his fingers on the table, and the frost in the cup quickly spread to the entire table, and sharp icicles pricked the chair with a "swish".

Yi Xuefeng almost pressed one hand on the ice thorn, hurriedly withdrew his hand and took a few steps back, looking at him in shock.

Ning Yu said: "Didn't your father teach you the different ways of Taoism and magic? Don't come near me, sit next to me."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Appeared.

Familiar Daomo special way.

The last time I heard this sentence, Ning Yu was the sword master of Dao Xiu respected by thousands of people, and Yi Xuefeng was the Lord Demon Cultivator despised by everyone, but when they met again after a hundred years, their identities changed completely. .

It's just that even if Ning Yu became a demon, he would definitely not be abandoned by everyone like him. No matter where he was, he would never be controlled by people's temperament, but would use various means to make others obey him.

But the vicissitudes of life have changed, only this sentence "Tao and Demon have different paths" has not changed.

For a while, Yi Xuefeng didn't know whether to cry or laugh, that's not how good fortune tricks people.

Seeing the undisguised coldness in Ning Yu's eyes, Yi Xuefeng was not sure how Ning Yu would react if he confessed his identity at this time.

Yi Xuefeng tentatively said: "Didn't it mean that the wilderness and the four realms have shaken hands and made peace these years? Sword Master, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to use the word "different way" here?"

Ning Yu said coldly: "Your cultivation base is not high, but you are courageous."

Yi Xuefeng was about to speak again, Ning Yu, who had been watching him indifferently, suddenly trembled, and his eyes fell on Yi Xuefeng's hair.

Qie Yun stuck between Yi Xuefeng's hair and said suddenly: "Woo father! He's looking at me!"

Yi Xuefeng was stunned, and then suddenly realized that he came in such a hurry that he forgot to take Qie Yun down.

Ning Yu raised his hand and hooked it casually, Qie Yun let out a scream and was dragged flying by Ning Yu's spiritual power.

Yi Xuefeng wanted to catch him instinctively, but Ning Yu didn't give him this chance, Yi Xuefeng only had time to spread the word to Qieyun in a hurry: "Don't reveal my identity!"

Ning Yu's cold-faced and unpredictable temperament made Yi Xuefeng instinctively shudder. If he knew that Lin Fuyu's body had been taken away by him, would he think that he used evil spirits and heretics to forcibly occupy it? It is not yet known that this shell has been removed.

If he was really involved in his own death, then he exposed his identity, and Ning Yu would definitely not let him go.

Although he doesn't want to doubt Ning Yu, it's better to be cautious in everything before finding out the truth of the matter.

It was not easy to come back from a new life, and Yi Xuefeng didn't want to die so casually, let alone by Ning Yu's hands.

Qieyun let out an "ow" and was held in Ning Yu's palm the next moment.

"Linfan loves you, and even left Qieyun to you." Ning Yu played with the hairpin between his fingers, "But you are not worthy of using it now."

After the hairpin was removed, Yi Xuefeng's ink hair fell loose, and he hurriedly stroked it with his hands, but his hands were so weak that after a long time of straightening, instead of straightening it out, he made himself even more embarrassed.

Ning Yu tucked the hairpin into his sleeve, saw his disheveled hair, and said mercilessly, "It's so ugly."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Is it because of you? !

Yi Xuefeng endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, she raised her head and gave him a look without confidence.

"Give it back to me." Yi Xuefeng smashed the jar, "It was left to me by my father."

Ning Yu said: "Let your father come to me, and I will let him know who owns this sword."

Yi Xuefeng: "..."

Why has Ning Yu become even more of a jerk after not seeing him for a hundred years?

Yi Xuefeng was so angry that he pressed his chest, Ning Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, so he just waved his hand to signal him to get out.

His skills are not as good as others, and Yi Xuefeng couldn't go up to bite him, so he had to run out like the wind in his hair.

Huai Chen was waiting for him outside, and was startled when he saw him in such a panic: "Little Xianjun, what happened?"

"It's okay." Yi Xuefeng brushed her hair back indiscriminately, didn't say much, but grabbed the door frame of the water pavilion, and carefully looked into the water pavilion.

Ning Yu turned his head again and stared at the lake outside the window in a daze.

This undefended appearance made Yi Xuefeng feel at ease, he squatted on the ground, gently poured out a subtle spiritual power from his fingertips, and sneaked towards where Ning Yu was.

Huai Chen was even more horrified. It has long been rumored that Manhuang Ning Jianzun is cruel, merciless, and ruthless. Just now, Xiao Xianjun was so frightened that he rubbed his sleeves hard. Now why is he so daring to attack Jianzun with spiritual power?

Yi Xuefeng was planning to take Qieyun back without anyone noticing it, but Ning Yu seemed to have eyes behind his back, and when the spiritual power sneaked towards his back, he suddenly grabbed it without lowering his head. That thin spiritual thread.

Seeing this, Yi Xuefeng immediately withdrew her spiritual power and fled quickly.

But his current cultivation base is really too weak, before he even took a few steps, he was wrapped around his waist by a wave of spiritual power, and flew into the air, the huge pearl on the skirt of his coquettish clothes was shattered, It was scattered all over the place.

Huai Chen screamed: "Xiao Xianjun!"

Ning Yu was still sitting in the water pavilion, and he could see the coldness in his scarlet eyes through the gap in the bamboo curtain.

With difficulty, Yi Xuefeng stabilized her figure in mid-air, she could bend and stretch, and said, "Master Sword, please forgive me, I know I was wrong."

He admitted his mistake too quickly, even if Ning Yu wanted to scold him, he was blocked by his words for a while.

Ning Yu withdrew his spiritual power, and Yi Xuefeng fell directly from the sky. When he landed, his legs were weak and he almost staggered to the end, but was supported by Huai Chen.

Ning Yu said coldly: "There will be another time..."

Before he finished threatening, Yi Xuefeng had already grabbed Huai Chen and ran away like a rabbit.

Ning Yu: "..."

When Yi Xuefeng returned to his residence, he was still in shock. Ning Yu is really more terrifying now than a hundred years ago. When the fierce spiritual power wrapped around him just now, it still made him tremble all over.

But after calming down, he was a little worried again, Qie Yun was an open-mouthed person, if he slipped his tongue and leaked something, Ning Yu might come over with a sword and kill him, a ghost.

"No, I have to bring Qieyun back." Yi Xuefeng was thinking, closing his eyes and planning to forcibly recall Qieyun like yesterday.

But he tried it several times, and Qieyun's spiritual power seemed to be imprisoned by something, no matter how he summoned it, it would not move at all.

Yi Xuefeng opened his eyes, a little dazed.

Huai Chen was by his side all the time, watching his face change, he boldly asked: "Did the little fairy have a bad fight with Ning Jianzun?"

Yi Xuefeng nodded vaguely, not knowing what it meant, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said: "You said today that Ning Jianzun's residence has been settled, right?"

Huai Chen didn't know, so he nodded.

Yi Xuefeng said: "Then where does he live?"

It was night, still cloudy and rainy.

Yi Xuefeng, dressed in black night clothes, leapt down from the wall as if startled, and landed on the corridor without a sound.

Ning Yu's residence was not far from him, and Song Jingsheng didn't arrange extra people to wait on him because Jian Zun liked to be quiet, only two secret guards at the door loyally guarded him.

Yi Xuefeng sneaked in easily, and when he got to a window, he crouched under the window sill, finally aware of Qie Yun's aura.

"Che Yun?"

Soon, Qie Yun's voice came like thunder: "Wow! Dad! You finally came to save me! The aura on Ning Yu's body is so terrifying, will he melt me ​​and recast the sword?"

Qie Yun was so frightened that his voice was trembling, Yi Xuefeng reassured him carelessly: "Don't be afraid, I will secretly bring you back."

Qieyun whimpered non-stop.

Yi Xuefeng said: "Even if your father and I lose our lives, I will definitely save you from the tiger's mouth."

Qie Yun was moved again and again: "Father!"

Yi Xuefeng: "Son!"

The two communicated with each other, full of affection.

The next moment, Qie Yun suddenly said: "Father, Ning Yu seems to have found you, now go to the window."

Yi Xuefeng made a prompt decision: "Son, take care!"

After all, it swept away like the wind.

Qie Yun: "..."

The author has something to say: plastic father-son relationship.