“He borrowed your flesh and soul to be born, naturally there is your family’s inheritance imprint, but that is just—” Yan Lanpei looked at him, seeing Ning Buwei’s face tight and holding the child tightly, he didn’t have the heart to continue speaking, and sighed, “Xingyuan always complains to me that you are too soft-hearted and can’t cultivate the ruthless way.”
Ning Buwei gave him a cold look, and was about to stand up holding Ning Xiu.
Yan Lanpei held him down with one hand.
“For a baby with a natural golden core and a Linglong bone, if those cultivators notice that he has Linglong bone like Dulu, do you think they will show mercy because he is a child?” Yan Lanpei said, “When you went to the Chongzheng Alliance to get the Linglong bone, did you intend to raise it as a child?”
Ning Buwei fell silent.
When he went to the Chongzheng Alliance to steal the Linglong bone with great difficulty, he naturally coveted the treasure of Linglong bone itself—
For ordinary people, life and death, flesh and blood, reshape the foundation, and live forever.
For cultivators, the cultivation base soars, shatters the void, and ascends to immortality.
Among the seventeen states cultivators, who doesn’t want to comprehend the Dao and ascend? If you don’t want to, go to the mortal world to be a rich and idle person, no need to fight and kill, isn’t it free and easy?
Ning Buwei naturally wanted to ascend, and he would even do whatever it took for this.
“You just killed Dulu and have over-consumed your spiritual power. The meridians that were originally broken are now almost shattered. There is not a trace of spiritual power in the sea of consciousness. You can’t even protect him, let alone yourself.” Yan Lanpei pointed to Ning Xiu in his arms and said, “Linglong bone can save you.”
How to save?
Naturally, it is refined to repair the meridians and Dantian.
At the beginning, Ning Buwei let this child die in the rain, and this was the method he thought of. Compared to life and ascension, it was simply insignificant.
When he was lying in the autumn rain and was about to die, there was such a warm little thing lying on his chest, which was useless, but it made him struggle to find a cave.
He was not afraid of rain, but in the cave, it was always more comfortable.
Ning Buwei looked up at Yan Lanpei and said coldly, “His name is Ning Xiu, he is my son, not some broken bone.”
Yan Lanpei looked surprised, “You named him.”
Ning Buwei sneered, “You even named yourself.”
Yan Lanpei: “…”
Ning Buwei’s broken mouth, it’s hard for him to live for five hundred years.
With a name and a surname, and the imprint of Ning’s family bloodline inheritance, even if the former patriarch of the Ning family crawled up from the ground, he would have to admit that Ning Xiu was the seed of the Ning family.
Moreover, now the Ning family was left with only Ning Buwei alive, even if he gave a dog a name and surname Ning and drew it into the family tree, no one could stop him, who made the current Ning family patriarch and master all him.
Ning Buwei was determined to do things, and even eight cows couldn’t pull it back. He understood it better than anyone else. Seeing this, Yan Lanpei no longer persuaded.
Ning Buwei lowered his head to look at Ning Xiu in his arms. Ning Xiu was still working hard to send his golden light to his bleeding wound. His originally rosy little face was pale, clutching his clothes and choking as if he wanted to cry but didn’t cry. Seeing him looking down at himself, he also happily called him, “Ah~”
Father~
Ning Buwei pinched his little face expressionlessly, “Don’t send it anymore, eating you is not enough to fill the gaps of my teeth.”
“Ah?” Ning Xiu tilted his head and blinked his beautiful eyes.
Ning Buwei chuckled, bent his legs casually and leaned on the vine, with a wild look that he was okay and he could fight another ten.
But in fact, his mind was already chaotic and he couldn’t hear what Yan Lanpei was saying.
Yan Lanpei’s condition was not much better than him. The severe pain came from his back again, and spiritual power was leaking out. The vine propped up outside Linjiang City was trembling.
The big formation left by Dulu finally fell with a bang. Ning Buwei summoned the broken Suzaku fragments to resist, but was protected by the suddenly surrounded vine.
“Yan Lanpei!” Ning Buwei shouted angrily.
Countless vines were uprooted and condensed into a ball. Under the impact of the large array, they turned into layers of black powder. The two collided, and the vine ball kept shrinking and shrinking. In the end, it completely consumed the remaining large array, leaving only a ground full of flying ash.
Outside Linjiang City, there was a noisy crowd, but inside Linjiang City, it was silent.
Above the Endless River, two people were sitting on the bridge propped up by the entwined vines, one was dying, and the other was at the end of his strength.
“Chengfeng, you came back too late that year.” Yan Lanpei looked at him, his expression helpless and fortunate, “Fortunately, you came back late.”
Ning Buwei’s ears were buzzing, and Yan Lanpei’s voice was sometimes far and sometimes near, but he still heard it.
“What happened that year?” Ning Buwei asked.
Yan Lanpei shook his head, “What I know… is not more than you, I just saw Dulu kill Ning Xingyuan with my own eyes.”
“I’ll show you…”
Ning Buwei’s face changed, and he opened his mouth to stop him, but saw Yan Lanpei shake his head at him.
“I can’t hold on for long, at least before I die… let me see him again.”
At the end of life, one could perform soul tracing.
Going back to the past, seeing old friends again, letting go of obsessions, and going to the netherworld.
But soul tracing could only be performed on the dead person himself, except for accelerating the flow of life, it had no practical use, so few people use it.
It was said to let go of obsessions, but the dying person had a lot of nostalgia for the world.
“Fortunately…the old friend is dead—”
Ning Buwei’s eyes flickered, and suddenly he returned to the Danhuai Courtyard of the Ning Mansion back then.
Unlike the Heart Confusion Array of Dulu before, his consciousness was clear at this time, like a wandering soul returning home after many years.
The Danhuai Courtyard was still the way he remembered it, with an elegant and simple courtyard. There were two osmanthus trees on both sides of the door, and outside the winding corridor was a piece of jade-colored nine-leaf lotus. There was a winding path made of bluestone in the middle, which extended all the way to the gate of the courtyard. As soon as one looked up, one could see the green Chenyue Mountain.
“Such a small child.” A somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.
Ning Buwei turned around abruptly, and saw Ning Xingyuan standing under the corridor, looking a little troubled.
But obviously it was not him who was talking just now. Ning Buwei took a closer look and saw a green vine coming out of Ning Xingyuan’s wide sleeve. There were serrated leaves on it, and it climbed to his shoulder along Ning Xingyuan’s arm.
It was Yan Lanpei who had not yet transformed.
And it’s much thinner than he remembered.
He followed Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei’s gaze, and found a boy about five or six years old squatting in a patch of nine-leaf lotus, expressionlessly stuffing petals into his mouth.
Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth.
That was himself who had just been taken to the main house of the Ning family.
But he didn’t remember such a scene.
Ning Xingyuan’s mouth did not move, but Ning Buwei heard his voice, and realized afterwards that this was the conversation between Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei in their sea of consciousness.
“It should be able to survive.” Ning Xingyuan said.
“You haven’t raised it before.” Yan Lanpei said, “His arm is not as thick as mine.”
Ning Xingyuan said seriously, “I raised Dulu.”
“You picked up Dulu when he was twelve, it’s not the same as a little kid.” Yan Lanpei said, “I heard that such a small child even needs to be fed.”
Ning Xingyuan frowned, “That also needs to be raised, all the people in his collateral line are dead, and he was taken by Ning Fan to cultivate the ruthless way.”
“Isn’t this nonsense? What kind of ruthless way does such a small child cultivate, he doesn’t even know what the ruthless way is.” Yan Lanpei disagreed, “Then we still raise him.”
“He doesn’t talk to me.” Ning Xingyuan tried to walk forward, and the child squatting in the nine-leaf lotus retreated vigilantly.
Yan Lanpei enthusiastically gave him an idea, “If you have a straight face, he will naturally be afraid, you smile.”
Ning Xingyuan said stiffly, “How to smile?”
“He borrowed your flesh and soul to be born, naturally there is your family’s inheritance imprint, but that is just—” Yan Lanpei looked at him, seeing Ning Buwei’s face tight and holding the child tightly, he didn’t have the heart to continue speaking, and sighed, “Xingyuan always complains to me that you are too soft-hearted and can’t cultivate the ruthless way.”
Ning Buwei gave him a cold look, and was about to stand up holding Ning Xiu.
Yan Lanpei held him down with one hand.
“For a baby with a natural golden core and a Linglong bone, if those cultivators notice that he has Linglong bone like Dulu, do you think they will show mercy because he is a child?” Yan Lanpei said, “When you went to the Chongzheng Alliance to get the Linglong bone, did you intend to raise it as a child?”
Ning Buwei fell silent.
When he went to the Chongzheng Alliance to steal the Linglong bone with great difficulty, he naturally coveted the treasure of Linglong bone itself—
For ordinary people, life and death, flesh and blood, reshape the foundation, and live forever.
For cultivators, the cultivation base soars, shatters the void, and ascends to immortality.
Among the seventeen states cultivators, who doesn’t want to comprehend the Dao and ascend? If you don’t want to, go to the mortal world to be a rich and idle person, no need to fight and kill, isn’t it free and easy?
Ning Buwei naturally wanted to ascend, and he would even do whatever it took for this.
“You just killed Dulu and have over-consumed your spiritual power. The meridians that were originally broken are now almost shattered. There is not a trace of spiritual power in the sea of consciousness. You can’t even protect him, let alone yourself.” Yan Lanpei pointed to Ning Xiu in his arms and said, “Linglong bone can save you.”
How to save?
Naturally, it is refined to repair the meridians and Dantian.
At the beginning, Ning Buwei let this child die in the rain, and this was the method he thought of. Compared to life and ascension, it was simply insignificant.
When he was lying in the autumn rain and was about to die, there was such a warm little thing lying on his chest, which was useless, but it made him struggle to find a cave.
He was not afraid of rain, but in the cave, it was always more comfortable.
Ning Buwei looked up at Yan Lanpei and said coldly, “His name is Ning Xiu, he is my son, not some broken bone.”
Yan Lanpei looked surprised, “You named him.”
Ning Buwei sneered, “You even named yourself.”
Yan Lanpei: “…”
Ning Buwei’s broken mouth, it’s hard for him to live for five hundred years.
With a name and a surname, and the imprint of Ning’s family bloodline inheritance, even if the former patriarch of the Ning family crawled up from the ground, he would have to admit that Ning Xiu was the seed of the Ning family.
Moreover, now the Ning family was left with only Ning Buwei alive, even if he gave a dog a name and surname Ning and drew it into the family tree, no one could stop him, who made the current Ning family patriarch and master all him.
Ning Buwei was determined to do things, and even eight cows couldn’t pull it back. He understood it better than anyone else. Seeing this, Yan Lanpei no longer persuaded.
Ning Buwei lowered his head to look at Ning Xiu in his arms. Ning Xiu was still working hard to send his golden light to his bleeding wound. His originally rosy little face was pale, clutching his clothes and choking as if he wanted to cry but didn’t cry. Seeing him looking down at himself, he also happily called him, “Ah~”
Father~
Ning Buwei pinched his little face expressionlessly, “Don’t send it anymore, eating you is not enough to fill the gaps of my teeth.”
“Ah?” Ning Xiu tilted his head and blinked his beautiful eyes.
Ning Buwei chuckled, bent his legs casually and leaned on the vine, with a wild look that he was okay and he could fight another ten.
But in fact, his mind was already chaotic and he couldn’t hear what Yan Lanpei was saying.
Yan Lanpei’s condition was not much better than him. The severe pain came from his back again, and spiritual power was leaking out. The vine propped up outside Linjiang City was trembling.
The big formation left by Dulu finally fell with a bang. Ning Buwei summoned the broken Suzaku fragments to resist, but was protected by the suddenly surrounded vine.
“Yan Lanpei!” Ning Buwei shouted angrily.
Countless vines were uprooted and condensed into a ball. Under the impact of the large array, they turned into layers of black powder. The two collided, and the vine ball kept shrinking and shrinking. In the end, it completely consumed the remaining large array, leaving only a ground full of flying ash.
Outside Linjiang City, there was a noisy crowd, but inside Linjiang City, it was silent.
Above the Endless River, two people were sitting on the bridge propped up by the entwined vines, one was dying, and the other was at the end of his strength.
“Chengfeng, you came back too late that year.” Yan Lanpei looked at him, his expression helpless and fortunate, “Fortunately, you came back late.”
Ning Buwei’s ears were buzzing, and Yan Lanpei’s voice was sometimes far and sometimes near, but he still heard it.
“What happened that year?” Ning Buwei asked.
Yan Lanpei shook his head, “What I know… is not more than you, I just saw Dulu kill Ning Xingyuan with my own eyes.”
“I’ll show you…”
Ning Buwei’s face changed, and he opened his mouth to stop him, but saw Yan Lanpei shake his head at him.
“I can’t hold on for long, at least before I die… let me see him again.”
At the end of life, one could perform soul tracing.
Going back to the past, seeing old friends again, letting go of obsessions, and going to the netherworld.
But soul tracing could only be performed on the dead person himself, except for accelerating the flow of life, it had no practical use, so few people use it.
It was said to let go of obsessions, but the dying person had a lot of nostalgia for the world.
“Fortunately…the old friend is dead—”
Ning Buwei’s eyes flickered, and suddenly he returned to the Danhuai Courtyard of the Ning Mansion back then.
Unlike the Heart Confusion Array of Dulu before, his consciousness was clear at this time, like a wandering soul returning home after many years.
The Danhuai Courtyard was still the way he remembered it, with an elegant and simple courtyard. There were two osmanthus trees on both sides of the door, and outside the winding corridor was a piece of jade-colored nine-leaf lotus. There was a winding path made of bluestone in the middle, which extended all the way to the gate of the courtyard. As soon as one looked up, one could see the green Chenyue Mountain.
“Such a small child.” A somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded behind him.
Ning Buwei turned around abruptly, and saw Ning Xingyuan standing under the corridor, looking a little troubled.
But obviously it was not him who was talking just now. Ning Buwei took a closer look and saw a green vine coming out of Ning Xingyuan’s wide sleeve. There were serrated leaves on it, and it climbed to his shoulder along Ning Xingyuan’s arm.
It was Yan Lanpei who had not yet transformed.
And it’s much thinner than he remembered.
He followed Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei’s gaze, and found a boy about five or six years old squatting in a patch of nine-leaf lotus, expressionlessly stuffing petals into his mouth.
Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth.
That was himself who had just been taken to the main house of the Ning family.
But he didn’t remember such a scene.
Ning Xingyuan’s mouth did not move, but Ning Buwei heard his voice, and realized afterwards that this was the conversation between Ning Xingyuan and Yan Lanpei in their sea of consciousness.
“It should be able to survive.” Ning Xingyuan said.
“You haven’t raised it before.” Yan Lanpei said, “His arm is not as thick as mine.”
Ning Xingyuan said seriously, “I raised Dulu.”
“You picked up Dulu when he was twelve, it’s not the same as a little kid.” Yan Lanpei said, “I heard that such a small child even needs to be fed.”
Ning Xingyuan frowned, “That also needs to be raised, all the people in his collateral line are dead, and he was taken by Ning Fan to cultivate the ruthless way.”
“Isn’t this nonsense? What kind of ruthless way does such a small child cultivate, he doesn’t even know what the ruthless way is.” Yan Lanpei disagreed, “Then we still raise him.”
“He doesn’t talk to me.” Ning Xingyuan tried to walk forward, and the child squatting in the nine-leaf lotus retreated vigilantly.
Yan Lanpei enthusiastically gave him an idea, “If you have a straight face, he will naturally be afraid, you smile.”
Ning Xingyuan said stiffly, “How to smile?”
