Grasping Evil

It's been a long time since I've slept so well, let alone dreamed so much.

In his dreams, he was a white butterfly, resting on a pitch-black orchid in a floral valley.

Dreaming, Fan laid in the center of the sea painting, wanting to get up, but feeling the weight of his arms pressed.

Too much, but it was Xu Qiuling, who had long awakened, his eyes turned bright, and he looked at Ning Fan obsessively, as if he could not see enough.

“Linger got up early. I can't describe last night. Don't you need to get some sleep? ”

I prefer to look at Xu Qiuling's beautiful face. I have no reason to think of the orchids of my dreams.

He always felt he should have seen Xu Qiuling, long time ago. What makes Ningfan familiar is not his appearance, but Xu Qiuling's unique body fragrance.

Unfortunately, Ningfan can't remember where he saw Xu Qiuling. His memories were erased long before he was reincarnated.

“I don't get up early to protect Mr. Chow. Can Mr. Chow sleep safely? ”

She's not sleepy, she's not tired, she just wants to protect Ningfan and give Ningfan a good rest.

“Doesn't it matter if you don't call me husband? ”

“No, it's okay...” Xu Qiuling also met with thin skin and couldn't call it out.

“But call me son again, don't they know about our relationship? ”

“Well, Linger wants to call you... Big brother, well, yes, that's right... Aunt Sucheng has a lot of women, but she will also call her husband, Brother Jun...”

“Fine, you can call me whatever you want. Does it still hurt? ”

“It doesn't hurt...” Xu Qiuling blushed, his eyes dodged and lied.

“Really? ”

“Wait! Brother... you... be gentle...”

“ … ”

Is he so unspeakable in the eyes of other women? Will Xu Qiuling just not be able to describe it?

“Silly girl, I'm just helping you with one, two...”

“Mmm... hmm...”

…

In order to heal Xu Qiuling's injuries, it will take several months, and it will take five months at the earliest. It is not difficult to remove the shards of the sword blade, the trouble is to replenish Xu Qiuling's life-grade gold gas.

This is almost impossible for the other Five Transformers, and for Ningfan, it will be done in five months.

With his personality, he rarely spent five months in detention for a woman, but when he saw Xu Qiuling's depressed face, his heart would ache, and he was not in a hurry for five months.

As for the place of healing, to be more personal, I am looking for a safe place, but I want to be safe. Most of the time, Fan is rational.

But Xu Qiuling, only willing to live in the five months of healing wounds, in Aung Su, in this bridge flowing water, the world without dispute. Xu Qiuling, is an emotional woman.

Her request, preferred to be silent, was ultimately not rejected.

Just a silent sounding sword was struck, and the whereabouts of Xu Qiuling and Xu Qiuling were reported to the hollow, Xu Shan knew, lest they should be worried.

Ningfan's move to strike the sounding sword undoubtedly used his powers, in violation of the rules of Gusu.

Shortly after the departure of the Sound Sword, five hidden lights broke into the air, seemingly to punish the broken monks.

They did not know that Ningfan had provoked the magic or had fought for the sound of a flying sword. Otherwise, they would have known that Ningfan had become a monk of God and would not dare to build a second time.

They have lived in Aunt Su for a long time. Their names are hidden. Hundreds of years are like a day. Even less do they know who the culprit Zhou Ming is. Otherwise, how dare they question Ning Fan?

Five elderly people surrounded the painting, dark surprise, the hidden effect of this painting is astonishing, if not deliberately hidden at this moment, five major monks as the cult, definitely did not know there is a painting here.

“Don't you know what Aung Su's rules are?" If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, don't blame me for waiting to kill! ”

One of the old men just asked and immediately walked out of the sea, one man and two women.

The woman was wearing a black shirt and black was an ominous color, but she didn't care what the world thought. I just feel that black is more suited to me and more like its skin is white.

The men attacked in white and no longer wore black. He was the one who attacked the white clothes. For the sake of the paper crane, he put on the black cloak and went into the demon. For Xu Qiuling, he took off his feathers and turned into a fan.

Hiss!

At the moment of Ningfan's appearance, the five elderly people took a cold breath, even without a breath of force.

Ningfan's gaze was like cold electricity, sweeping through five elderly people, and instantly, five people almost felt see-through.

“What a fix! This man is by no means a former baby monk... he is, a god! ”

The five eyes were terrified, they could not understand, a Shinto monk had been slaughtered, why come to Ausu Huafan?

What purpose did Yuan Baby come here for to cut off the gods and make them come?

And thinking about the abnormality of the Spiritual Array last night, the five people immediately decided that it must be the youth in front of them who almost broke through the false heart in the city of Gu Su!

Especially frightening to the five are not the mood of Ningfan, but the indifference of Ningfan's eyes.

That cold electric gaze gives five people an intuition… once Ningfan strikes, five people will instantly splash blood on the spot!

“No, not good! I was just waiting to denounce the gods! I'm waiting for the rules of the god, Aunt Zuti! Do Aunt Sue's rules work for the gods? He annoyed this man. He cleansed Aunt Sue of blood, but it was a matter of moments! ”

Almost for a moment, the five old men did not hesitate to bow down and bow to Ningfan.

“I didn't know that my predecessor was a master of the Divine God. His words offended me and I hope that my predecessor will forgive me! ”

“Humph! Why would Zhou forgive me? ”

Ning Fan shouted coldly and took a step forward. Weren't the five men in the past in a fierce mood? Didn't they still claim not to give an explanation, but to kill themselves and Xu Qiuling!

With his personality, he will never be merciful to his enemies.

However, Xu Qiuling caught his sleeve and looked at him strangely, even though he had not yet done so.

“You forgot what you promised me! No killing, no killing! Now you're a mortal! ”

Xu Qiuling's eyes implored, the temperature of her palm slowly dissolved Ningfan's cold mind.

“Okay, don't kill...”

Ningfan's eyes calmed down, the five old men immediately relaxed their hearts, but their backs had long been wet by cold sweat.

Terrible, horrible… they've never seen such a great master in their entire lives.

“100,000 taels of silver per person, hand over the silver money, then go...”

Ningfan's tone was calm, but he could not refuse. Five people looked at him and heard Ningfan ask only for silver. Each of them took out a storage bag and threw it at Ningfan, accusing him of sin. He left faster than before.

Silver two is just mortal money. We are so lucky to save our lives with some worthless silver two.

Almost as soon as the five elderly returned to Aung Su, they immediately sent a jade Jane to all the monks on the island in secret, mentioning Ning Fan's appearance, mentioning Ning Fan's surname Zhou, and mentioning that Ning Fan must never be guilty. As for Ning Fan Xiu, no mention is made.

Looking at the wolf shadow when the five people left, Xu Qiuling smiled.

“Big Brother is very prestigious... but in any case, you promised me you couldn't kill anyone in Aung Su. Um... by the way, why did you ask them for so much silver? ”

“Naturally you want to buy a big house to feed you, you want to hang out with me day and night on the river of Gusu? The moisture on the river is too heavy for your health. ”

Looking back at the island, looking back at Aunt Suu, his eyes softened.

Just this time, Qiu Ling is allowed to be a mortal for five months.

If you remove the debris from the Fallen Sword, Xu Qiu Ling will surely need five months of rest, while Ningfan can devour the debris from the Fallen Sword in five months to enhance sword remembrance.

If you have the chance, you can even understand the sword.

Although staying in Aung Su, Ning Fan still remembers cultivation in his heart.

Xu Qiuling glanced at it and seemed to see through everything in Ningfan's heart. He sighed with pity.

“It doesn't look like there's any way to really let go of practice… it's probably enough to give you five months of calm. ”

Half a day later, the painting sailed back to the coast and re-entered Aung Su. Unlike the previous arrival, the Black Armor guards guarding the coast, one gaze at Ning Fan, carried an unknown fear.

Without talking to them, Ning Fan bought a carriage and drove Xu Qiuling back to Aung Su.

Autumn Ring sits in the car with an eye view, while he sits outside the car whipping the car.

The mortals encountered along the way were not too afraid of Ningfan, but a monk who lived here almost immediately saw Ningfan's carriage and gave way in horror.

The largest residential compound in Augustus City was bought by a young couple.

The house smells bad in Aung Su, because there are many rumors that the house is haunted. An old man who used to live in this courtyard was struck and disappeared by a lightning bolt in a rainy night!

Therefore, the mortals of Aung Su City, who had little dare to buy this compound, have been vacant for a long time.

And some of the monks who came into Augustus realized that the more ordinary they lived, the better, they would never buy such a prominent residential compound.

Therefore, this unquestioned haunted house was bought by Ningfan in thousands of taels of silver.

He bought the house because it was the most energetic place for Xu Qiuling's sanatorium, carving gold and silver throughout Augustus City.

The rumors of the haunted house, rather than laughing, do not care at all.

Mortals are afraid of ghosts, but to a monk it is only a magical magic. The old man who must have lived in this compound was a ghost monk who practiced ghosts in this house and was seen by the ghosts, so that ghost rumors could be heard.

As for the lightning night disappearing, it was mostly the old haunted road, leaving by night.

After purchasing the mansion, almost that night, Ningfan was in Xiangzhi, perfectly fragrant double healing wounds for Xu Qiuling, and took the opportunity to remove a handicapped sword from his body.

With the pleasant feeling of dual cultivation, Xu Qiuling hardly felt how painful it was to take a sword.

On that night, Ningfan made a medicine bath with hundreds of thousands of years of psychotropic medicine to bathe Xu Qiuling.

None of these pills is a golden choice. By virtue of the medicine bath and guided by Ningfan massage, Xu Qiuling's vitality has slowly recovered.

This is the best of the many healing options that Ningfan has in mind.

After all, Ten Thousand Years of Psychotropic Medicine is too powerful. Neither alchemy nor medicine preparation can bear Xu Qiuling's scarred body.

The medicine bath and massage will last almost one night, so much so that Fan can't leave Gu Su for almost a moment, otherwise Xu Qiuling treatment will be delayed.

Looking at the countless magic pots in the wooden pot, Xu Qiuling couldn't help but be moved.

Each of these pills is a good ingredient for refining Wuzhangdan medicine. It's a good thing Dad couldn't afford to waste, but Ningfan used it to bathe her...

“Brother, in your heart, is it more important than a panacea?” Xu Qiuling blushed, shrunk in the bathtub, and asked a silly question.

“Oh, did Linger have a fever? If not, why are you talking nonsense? ”

Ningfan wrapped his hand around the power of the Black Star and held Xu Qiuling's sensitive spot. The other hand deliberately touched Autumn Spirit's forehead and laughed.

Thus, after several consecutive days of treatment, Xu Qiuling's body finally began to improve, and with the recovery of Jingqi Jingqi, the cultivation began to improve at a terrible rate, almost breaking through the realm of Yuan Baby.

At night, Ningfan will treat Xu Qiuling brilliantly.

Upon the arrival of the day, Xu Qiuling took medicine to cultivate, while Ningfan sat in the courtyard, carrying a dark red ancient sword blade.

The sword blade, extraordinary, even if it is only a broken sword, the body of the demon in the third realm of Ningfanyu, holding the sword, almost felt the collapse of the flesh.

Ningfan was shocked by his head, and the remnants were still so. If he was truly trapped in the sword, even though Ningfan was twice as powerful, he wouldn't dare touch it.

“This is... one of the ‘Four Swords of the Town' in the ancient heavens, the Sword of Immortality! ”

“If I swallow this shard of sword blade, the sea of knowledge will surely be more solid, and sword reading will be enhanced. Instant killing of Yuan Baby is an easy thing...”

“When Linger is sick, I will fix the sword. Not only will I fix the sword, but I will... fix the sword! ”

Sword!

Ning Fan's gaze flashed. His sword talent was not weak. He had long understood the art of turning swords into silk, but he had never had the opportunity to fully conjure up his sword's will.

Today's Ningfan, still a half-hanged sword, can more than double the power of its sword fingers if it condenses a true sword!

“This is an opportunity, in Aung Su's five months, for me to understand swordsmanship. The sword is life. In the dust of this aunt Su Fan, there is a sword lane! ”

“However, where do I start to understand the sword...”

Ning Fan closed his eyes and remembered a scene of killing. He remembered that enemy with a sword and gradually realized something.

Put away the wrecked sword and wield your palm. A gleaming sword emerges in your palm.

This sword, just a subordinate Fabo, I don't know which bad luck it's from.

But in the dust of Aung Su Fan, this sword is already an extinct soldier.

“Sword intent, in fact, is to convert the sword into intention. The stronger the sword, the weaker the will, and the weaker the sword to understand the strong will, is the right way. ”

Ning Fan silently elaborated the sword, and the surrounding body gradually rose to a touch of strength and stiffness.

He is in Aung Su City... Enlightenment Sword! It's just distance to understanding, always missing something.

The monks passing through the compound, at first sight Ningfan, all left in horror.

Instead, it was a neighbor child near the residential courtyard. At first sight, Ningfan held the sword. He looked at the sword like a fool and was very amused.

“Eh? Didn't this man buy Uncle Zhou's house? Wasn't he possessed by ghosts? How can he look at the sword and not talk! ”

“Hee-hee, my mother said my uncle bought the house with a beautiful sister this week, maybe some big family ran away. ”

“Running away? Shame on you! ”

Several children smiled at Ningfan in the courtyard and even made up songs to make fun of Ningfan.

In confusion, a scene of slaughter came to mind, rather than a cold glance at this group of children, almost to kill.

“No! They are mortals, mortals should not be involved in the killing of the Brothers... and I promised Linger that I would not kill Augustus... kill! Leave me alone! ”

Ningfan bites his teeth, forcibly endures the killing, bites the tip of his tongue, a bite of blood erupts, stains the red courtyard flower grass.

But after this breath of blood erupted, the mind calmed down.

“They are mortals and should not be stained with the blood of the cultivation world. ”

Ningfan continued to carry Xiaoli sword and no longer looked at the children.

This group of children saw that Ningfan had a good end and suddenly vomited blood. He was a little scared and scattered.

However, after gradually walking away, he began to compose songs, laughing at Ningfan's weakness. He was exhaled by the child and threw up blood.

They could never have known that the children would have been dead had it not been for that rebellious breath of blood.

“My killing heart, it's too heavy...”

Ning Fan spoke to himself, he finally understood Xu Qiuling's pain.

Killing, it has nothing to do with right and wrong, on the road to repair the truth, if you do not kill, you will be killed.

But if you know only about killing, one day you will lose your heart and walk further and further along the path of truth.

“Wow, what a beautiful sword! My father is the most famous blacksmith in Aung Su City, but he has never built a sword so beautiful in his life! ”

After the other children left, only one child stayed and envied Ningfan.

Eighty-nine years old, with a total horn, is a tiger head tiger brain boy.

The other kids laughed at Ningfan, only he didn't do it.

Because of this child, he was attracted to the sword at first sight.

The obsession with the sword, even making him forget that Ningfan bought the mansion, is a ghost house, the most taboo place for Aung Su people to come.

“Is Uncle a swordsman? Was he hurt by the sword? I heard Dad say that a powerful swordsman, when he understands swordsmanship, if he is careless, he will be repelled by swordsmanship... is uncle a powerful swordsman? Can you beat ten people by yourself? ”

“Uncle is not a swordsman...” I'd rather shake my head, swordsman is a human concept.

He is not a swordsman, but... a monk! But he wouldn't tell a child.

Just to see the child obsessed with the sword's eyes, Fan's eyes not only echoed a few memories.

The child is a martial arts madman and a good material for practicing martial arts.

He was obsessed with the sword's eyes, just like Ning Lonely, who yearned to learn martial arts.

“Isn't he a swordsman...” The child is somewhat lost. If he is a swordsman, he is ready to go with Ningfan worshipper.

The dream of the child is to learn the art of darkness swordsmanship, light kung fu, walk aunt Su later, be a swordsman!

Unfortunately, he just couldn't find a good master...

“My name is Little Rock, uncle. Can I borrow this sword to bring it home?” The little stone begged.

“Take it back. ”

It's just a magic trick. It could be a lifelong dream for Ningfan, but for a child.

There was a shadow of Ning Lonely on Little Stone... In that year, Ning Lonely was still practicing martial arts, Ning Fan was still a mortal.

The colour of memories appeared in the eyes of Ningfan, which allowed his mood to improve slowly again.

Little stone was doomed not to understand Ningfan's expression, but he was promised by Ningfan and immediately took the sword and rejoiced to go home.

He decided to sleep with this sword tonight!

With a sword in his hand, Little Stone felt like he had become a warrior.

Though the so-called warrior, holding a ten kilogram sword, could not dance at all, and walking gasped.

Rather look at the back of the stone, he seems to understand something and seems to have not.

Little stones are mortal, but on him, there is something, preferably missing.

It is the lack of this thing that prefers not to congeal the sword...

“What's missing...” preferred to be caught in thought.