The whole cultivation world wants to rob my son

A swordsman, a soldier, is born to kill.

Liuyuan sword was born in the thunder, to punish evil, eliminate demons, and the ice and snow sword will sweep away all directions.

For a long time, Ye Xingchen thought that the sword was the murder weapon of the master, and it had nothing to do with the word "delicate", but the sword spirit born in the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder turned into a soft little ball, hugging In my arms, I couldn't help but my heart melted.

The magic weapon that is nourished by essence and blood is not without spirits. The sword sect has stood in the human world for many years, and there have been sword spirits. It is unheard of in Qi Ling.

Maybe... this little guy is not a sword spirit.

Seeing the happy little doll crawling around on the jade bed after waking up, Jianzun Fuyu had a hint of worry in his brows and eyes.

There was no warning in the form of exile, and it suddenly and completely eliminated the evil energy that had plagued him for nearly a hundred years, which was almost harmless to him.

From then on, he no longer had to worry about losing control because of the devilish energy, and his cultivation base would never retreat again. Back then, he was able to touch the threshold of the Mahayana period. After experiencing so many changes, it would not be difficult to cultivate back.

The child absorbed the magic energy without any discomfort, and at the same time, his body was full of spiritual energy, and he was transformed into his own body. From this point of view, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Ye Xingchen pinched the center of his brows, the more harmless it looked, the more uneasy he was.

In the battle with Duan Yonglu back then, although he was at a disadvantage, he seriously injured the Demon Lord with his life.

In the following hundred years, the devilish energy became more and more intense, and his dantian was also occupied by the devilish energy. If the child hadn't suddenly transformed into a form, within ten years, there would be no more Ye Xingchen in the world.

He will become a lunatic who is eroded by demon energy and only knows how to kill, a lunatic without any reason. .

On that day, when he commits suicide, he will not allow his body to become a tool for killing.

Ordinarily, there is a solution to the intrusion of devilish energy into the body, but the master of the devil world has no way to delay his life-threatening counterattack. If not, he would not be trapped in Fuyu Mountain for 200 years.

If possible, who wouldn't want to live a good life?

He is the proud son of heaven, and he has never had any setbacks since he entered the way of swordsmanship. Because of the invasion of the demons, he was originally going to enter the realm of Mahayana, and he couldn't even save his life.

Complaining is useless, it is worth it to exchange his life for thousands of creatures in the human world.

During the whole journey of cultivation, he was supposed to be in harmony with the sky. There are countless people who are astonishingly talented but died halfway, and he is probably just one of them.

Having lived alone in Fuyu Mountain for 200 years, Ye Xingchen is no longer as young and energetic as he was back then, and his state of mind is more difficult to improve than his cultivation. Now he is like this, but it is a blessing in disguise.

Since he entered the way of kendo, except for the wooden sword he used at the beginning, he has only carried the Liuyuan sword with him. He thought that it would take thousands of years to cultivate the spirit of the weapon, but he did not expect to absorb the magic energy by mistake, and he took the form of the body directly. up.

How can spiritual energy and magic energy coexist?

Is it a blessing or a curse to be like this?

For 200 years, he has been staying in Fuyu Mountain to recuperate his wounds, and Liu Yuan has never left the jade bed. Even from the moment the sword was stained with devil blood, Liu Yuan has never seen the outside world, let alone the little one. The child has just transformed.

Gathering up the messy clothes made by the child, Ye Xingchen hugged the little doll with only a thin bellyband in his arms, thought for a while, then took out a robe, and took a lot of effort to wrap the child Everything is wrapped in it without leaking.

After doing this, Ye Xingchen, who finally had time to look at his body, went back to the jade bed and closed his eyes. His meridians had become tougher during the battle with the demonic energy. Qi, as long as there is enough aura, he can return to his prime, and even go one step further.

The aura in Fuyu Mountain is rich, and Ye Xingchen has no scruples in practicing now. The huge spiritual energy forms a cyclone on the top of the mountain, and then all of them rush into the cave.

The little doll sitting obediently at the side looked curiously at the man sitting next to him with his eyes closed, his eyes followed the ice crystals floating in mid-air, and he wanted to reach out to grab it but was bound tightly by his clothes.

The much larger black robe was bundled up on the body indiscriminately, the child's mouth was puckered, and a layer of mist appeared in the blood-colored eyes. Sword Master Fuyu had never taken care of children, and the baby was too young , Wrapping his clothes directly tied the child into a ball.

The feeling of not being able to move was very bad. The child looked at the man who was meditating with tears in his eyes, and his soft milk voice was crying, "Daddy, I feel uncomfortable."

The fabric of the clothes is soft and has a faint aura. The things used on Fuyu Jianzun are naturally not ordinary, but the child is impatient with restraint, so he will tear off the clothes indiscriminately.

With a pitiful cat-like voice, Ye Xingchen, who had almost woken up from his cultivation state, opened his eyes, and the rich spiritual energy in the room and the ice crystals condensed by the cold air dissipated instantly.

Looking at the child who tore off the clothes with his arms like lotus root joints, Sword Master Fuyu was a little helpless, the cave was cold and quiet, and the little guy was not resistant to cold and heat, so a thin bellyband would definitely not work.

Although he has a lot of things here, there is nothing that the little guy can use. Ye Xingchen wrapped the child's unfit clothes tightly again, and after thinking for a while with his eyes downcast, he touched the child's brow with his cool fingers, "Good boy, be obedient." .”

It's easy for him to be alone in this Fuyu Mountain, but it's not enough to be in a relationship. The child transformed by his painstaking efforts should have a relationship with him as a father and son.

The little guy was born with a mixture of demonic energy and spiritual energy, so there will inevitably be other hidden dangers. It is better for him to take the child to a nearby city to prepare some necessary things, and then return to Jianzong.

I haven't been back for many years, and I don't know how Master is doing now.

Tilting his head and looking at Father who tied him up again, the little guy opened his eyes wide in a daze, and moved his body to loosen his clothes again.

But it would be cold without clothes, and it would be uncomfortable to have clothes. The child was shivering a little from the cold that hadn't dissipated, and crawled back into the arms of their father after being wronged.

Seeing the child turn around and return to his arms, the corners of Ye Xingchen's lips raised slightly, and then mercilessly "tied up" the child with his clothes again.

Fearing that the little guy would tear off his clothes again, Ye Xingchen didn't let go of his hand, just carried him carefully and left the cave.

The child looked around curiously, with blood-red eyes full of childishness unique to children, as if he knew that the person holding him was not very skilled, so he huddled obediently in the unfit clothes and never struggled at all.

Ye Xingchen was not good at words, and he was relieved to see that the children were obedient. Fuyu Mountain was surrounded by thousands of miles and there was no one inhabited. If it was an ordinary person, it would take half a month to walk from the nearest city.

The snow falling in the mountains coincided with the time when the spirit beasts were roaming around. Even the monks who collected herbs would not enter the mountains at this time unless it was a matter of life and death.

Sensing that the child in his arms was trembling, Ye Xingchen tightened his arms and disappeared into the mountains in the blink of an eye.

One big and one small stepping out of the snow, the sea of ​​clouds billowed in the distance, and the purple air on the top of the mountain has not yet dissipated. Fuyu Mountain has been cold for many years, and now it is snowing again.

The obedient child nestled in Ye Xingchen's arms looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, her pink lips parted slightly, and her blood-colored eyes were full of joy.

It's snowing, Ruyuan likes snowing.