Bu Wei

Ning Xiu was crying in a whimpering manner, squirming restlessly even when he was held. At first, Ning Buwei had some patience, gently patting his back and softly coaxing him, “Go to sleep.”

“Ah!” Ning Xiu’s little face was scrunched up, his feet kicking up a big bulge in the swaddle.

Ning Buwei looked at him in confusion, “Are you hungry? Or thirsty?”

Ning Xiu clenched his little fists, refusing to stay still in his arms. Ning Buwei frowned and put him on the bed, but the child immediately started crying out loud.

Ning Buwei was completely baffled, thinking that he wanted to be held, so he picked him up again.

“Wah! Wah——” Ning Xiu was picked up, and as a result, he cried even harder.

Ning Buwei: “??”

He opened the swaddle, there was no poop or pee, and there were no wounds on the body. He got off the bed to pour water for him, feeding him with his favorite little yellow dog spoon.

Ning Xiu wouldn’t drink, squirming in his arms, wetting Ning Buwei all over.

He cut his finger to feed his son blood, but the crying escalated, almost deafening Ning Buwei’s ears.

The great demon, who originally had a pitiful amount of patience, was completely exhausted and scolded, “What on earth do you want to do?”

Ning Xiu squirmed in the swaddle, crying out in anger, “Wah——Wah——”

Gooey——my gooey——

He had only drunk half of it before, and Ning Buwei distracted him and he forgot about it. As a result, when he woke up from wetting the bed, his little head wasn’t very clear. He only remembered that his longed-for half bowl of porridge had been completely consumed by his father, and he became more and more angry, throwing a tantrum in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately, his justified complaints fell on the great demon’s ears and were reduced to just “ah ah” and “wah wah”.

Ning Buwei firmly believed that children should not be spoiled, so he put Ning Xiu on the bed, crossed his arms and watched coldly, “Cry, continue crying.”

“Wah——” There was no porridge, and father wasn’t coming to coax him, Ning Xiu immediately cried even harder.

Half an incense stick’s time later, Ning Xiu not only didn’t stop, but his crying became louder and louder. His originally fair and tender face was turning a faint shade of blue from holding his breath, and his throat was almost hoarse from crying.

Simply couldn’t stop at all.

Ning Buwei watched him coldly——but he couldn’t keep it up.

Seeing his son’s state, if he continued to cry, he was afraid he would suffocate himself.

With a dark face, Ning Buwei picked up his son and said in a deep voice, “I, this great man does not make note of a lesser man’s faults here, don’t think I’m afraid of you.”

(t/n: great man does not make note of a lesser man’s faults, can be also “a great man does not bear petty grudges”, “a person of great moral stature does not remember the offenses committed by one of low moral stature”)

Ning Xiu cried until he was out of breath, choked on his saliva, and started coughing violently.

Ning Buwei quickly stood up to pat his back, but he was afraid of using too much force. He held him in his arms and paced back and forth in the narrow woodshed.

As he paced, he thought: He was a carefree, and happy killer in earnest who didn’t blink an eye at killing. What kind of sin had he committed to end up in the situation of coaxing a child in the middle of the night?

After thinking about it, he could only blame his too great charm, and the unique style of the deeply affectionate female celestial——he hadn’t even seen her face, and she had “given birth” to a child for him first.

Unfortunately, no matter how irritable he was in his heart, he still had to patiently coax the little ancestor in his arms with a headache.

On the other side.

The deeply affectionate “female celestial” Chu Jun felt that it hadn’t been long since he had sent the father and son away. He hadn’t even started to meditate, and the child had run back on his own.

Ning Xiu accurately found the position of “Mother Bai Bai” in the vast sea of consciousness, and plunged into Chu Jun’s arms with his swaddle.

Ning Xiu cried miserably, his grievances mixed with anger, “Ah! Ah ah~”

Mother~ Father stole my gooey~

Chu Jun, who didn’t understand at all: “…..”

He checked the child’s spiritual consciousness once, and there were no injuries, and he was even quite spirited.

But the child wouldn’t stop crying, kicking his two little legs in anger, looking like he had suffered a great injustice.

“Could it be that he was frightened?” Chu Jun looked at him in confusion, raising his hand to cast a calming spell.

In his anger, Ning Xiu’s divine light flashed. He recalled the scene of Bai Bai pinching a bell for him not long ago. He squeezed out a bit of his own spiritual power, and without a teacher, he plucked some of Chu Jun’s spiritual power just like his father did, and pinched it into three foggy balls: one black, one white, and one gold.

“Ah~ Ah ah! Ah ah ah~” Ning Xiu waved his little hands excitedly, crying and gesturing to Chu Jun.

Father~ He pointed at the black foggy ball.

Stole my gooey! He pointed at the smallest golden foggy ball.

Mother, help me get back my gooey~ He pointed at the largest white foggy ball, excitedly directing the white fog to collide with the black fog. The black and white fog instantly merged together, indistinguishable from each other.

Ning Xiu felt that this description was very vivid and detailed, he even made the smallest golden foggy ball tremble to show that he was so wronged that he cried.

Chu Jun glanced at the tearful little spiritual consciousness who was still crying passionately, then looked at the two black and white foggy balls entangled together. He felt uncomfortable for a moment, and looked down at Ning Xiu with a complicated expression.

“Others have both a father and a mother, but you only have one. You’re very sad and want me to find him?” Chu Jun asked Ning Xiu in his arms seriously.

Ning Xiu: “??”

Chu Jun tried to reason with him, “I don’t know your father, it’s not appropriate to go rashly.”

And he was in a critical moment of seclusion, he absolutely couldn’t leave at this time, otherwise, his efforts for the past five hundred years would be wasted. But the child wouldn’t understand this.

“Ah~” Ning Xiu, who didn’t understand what he was saying, grabbed a corner of his clothes in grievance, sobbing and burrowing into his arms, looking very pitiful.

Gooey~

The soft little thing was about to become a ball of grievance. Chu Jun reached out to wipe his tears, and educated him earnestly, “You have to be strong.”

“Wuwu~” Ning Xiu sobbed, looking at him with teary eyes, confused and pitiful.

Although Chu Jun had practiced the ruthless way for a while, he didn’t consider himself a cold-hearted person. He said in a slow voice, “I will leave seclusion as soon as possible.”

The child’s origin was unknown, and the identity of the child’s other father was a mystery. He naturally had to leave seclusion to investigate this matter clearly, but he couldn’t rush at this moment.

But obviously, his son was in a hurry.

Seeing him sitting there unmoved, obviously not going to help him ask his father for porridge, Ning Xiu suddenly cried out again with a “wah”.

——

Feng Zizhang was on the verge of tears.

He had been kneeling in the Punishment Hall for an entire afternoon and night. His legs were numb, but he dared not stand up.

In the vast main hall of the Punishment Hall, all the inner disciples were kneeling upright on their mats, reflecting on their mistakes.

Although they didn’t know what they had done wrong.

At noon, the Thirteenth Peak bell suddenly rang, summoning all the inner disciples. His master, Wen Heshen, was known for his bad temper, but it was the first time Feng Zizhang had seen him so angry.

He still felt a chill on his scalp when he thought back to the situation.

His two senior brothers, Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen, who were kneeling next to him, were whispering.

“Who is the damn fool who sneaked into Qingfeng Pavilion?” Wu Zisong said unhappily, “We all have to be punished because of him.”

“Master has always forbidden anyone from entering Qingfeng Pavilion. There are defensive formations and multiple locks outside. Last time, the thirty-sixth junior brother tried to sneak in out of mischief and almost had his root bone wasted by Master…” Wu Zichen frowned, “Who would dare to be so reckless?”

Feng Zizhang turned his head to look at his two senior brothers, wanting to speak but hesitating.

In the past, the three of them used to whisper together.

Now, both of his senior brothers ignored him.

“There seems to be something in Qingfeng Pavilion…” As soon as Feng Zizhang opened his mouth, he was given a cold look by Wu Zisong, and immediately dared not get close to them.

No matter how Feng Zizhang explained, in their eyes, it was Ning Buwei who had killed them. Even if they were lucky enough to be revived by the Rejuvenation Array, the shadow of death was not so easy to erase.

Moreover, the vine puppets that Feng Zizhang said were “annihilated in body and spirit” were all alive and well.

Although it was unknown why the master believed Feng Zizhang’s words, for Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen, there was a life-and-death feud between them and Ning Buwei.

And the junior brother who had been brought up since childhood actually stood on the side of outsiders, and even brought people back to Yunzhong Sect, which made them both angry and disappointed.

This was undoubtedly a betrayal.

Feng Zizhang knelt silently on the mat, looking at the upright back of Han Ziyang in front of him, and sighed.

If only he could be as decisive and firm as his eldest senior brother. Now, not only was his cultivation loose, but his interpersonal relationships were also a mess…..Thinking of this, Feng Zizhang lowered his head in frustration.

The Punishment Hall was located on the mountainside of the Thirteenth Peak, and the master of the many inner disciples, Wen Heshen, was standing in Qingfeng Pavilion, looking very upset.

The Search Person Array Talisman showed that the person was still on the Thirteenth Peak, but he had almost turned the mountain upside down, and still found nothing.

The young man with deep facial features had anxiety and anger in his eyes and was unwilling to use the array talisman again. Suddenly, the Shadow Projection Jade Stone lit up a few times.

Wen Heshen infused spiritual power, opened the jade stone, and saw Chu Bai’s figure appear.

Chu Bai was obviously taken aback when he saw the unfamiliar furniture background behind him, “Eh? Heshen, you’re not in Yunzhong Sect now?”

“I am, just temporarily changed my residence.” Wen Heshen slightly turned his body, blocking the distant vaguely revealed ice coffin, “Brother Chu, are you looking for me so late for something?”

Chu Bai nodded, “There is indeed something I want to ask you.”

“Heshen, you have seen it with your own eyes. The origin of that vine demon is very similar to the situation in Xun Prefecture five hundred years ago, and it can use the Rejuvenation Array of Young Master Xingyuan. These days, the people of the Chongzheng Alliance have been investigating in Linjiang City and found traces of the Soul Devouring Array. We suspect that Ning Buwei is still alive.”

Upon hearing the three words Ning Buwei, Wen Heshen’s face suddenly cooled down, “Then kill him again.”

Chu Bai smiled bitterly, “It’s not that easy. Now for this matter, the various sects within the Chongzheng Alliance are arguing endlessly. After all, they are afraid of Ning Buwei’s terrifying strength…”

Wen Heshen had something on his mind, and didn’t really listen to the words behind.

“Heshen?” Chu Bai called him.

“What?” Wen Heshen looked up at him.

“Is there anything unusual about the few people your disciple brought back to Yunzhong Sect?” Chu Bai repeated the question he had just asked.

“Just an ordinary person with exhausted cultivation, bringing two children.” Wen Heshen didn’t put the few people Feng Zizhang brought back in his heart.

“That’s good, but it’s best to be more vigilant.” Seeing that Wen Heshen was absent-minded, Chu Bai didn’t want to bother him anymore, and said, “You don’t look very well, take care of yourself.”

Wen Heshen did not dislike the concern from his friend, and after a few simple words, the projection was extinguished.

Thinking of the two people Chu Bai had mentioned earlier, trouble had started as soon as they arrived at Qingfeng Pavilion. Wen Heshen frowned and immediately flew to the Punishment Hall on the mountainside with his sword.

Feng Zizhang was about to fall asleep when the several-meter-high gate of the Punishment Hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The coldness of the deep night instantly flooded into the spacious main hall, waking him up abruptly.

Nearly a hundred inner disciples kneeling in the Punishment Hall all held their breath and dared not move.

Wen Heshen strode up to Feng Zizhang and looked at him with a stern expression.

Feng Zizhang’s scalp tingled instantly, and he swallowed nervously.

“Zhang Zifeng, where are the two people you brought back?” Wen Heshen asked coldly.

Feng Zizhang was stunned for a moment, and stuttered, “Master, my name is Feng Zizhang.”

Wen Heshen was taken aback.

Many disciples behind him were holding back their laughter, their shoulders shaking constantly, but they dared not laugh out loud in front of Wen Heshen.

Wen Heshen’s face darkened, and he said sternly to Feng Zizhang, “Answer my question.”

Feng Zizhang shivered, “I, I arranged for Miss Jiang to do miscellaneous work in the Meal Residence, and Senior Li is in the firewood room behind the Meal Residence.”

“Han Ziyang.” Wen Heshen said, “Take a few junior brothers and bring the people along.”

“Yes!” Han Ziyang stood up at the command.

Feng Zizhang hurriedly said, “Master, Senior Li is seriously injured and may have difficulty moving—”

Wen Heshen stared at him expressionlessly, and Feng Zizhang immediately dared not speak anymore.

The “Senior Li” who was seriously injured was squatting in front of the stove in the small kitchen of the Meal Residence, making a fire with a sullen face.

The sweet aroma of rice porridge spread in the cool autumn night. Ning Buwei added a handful of firewood to the stove, staring at Ning Xiu, who was sleepy from crying in his arms, and said harshly, “No sleep.”

“Ah~” Ning Xiu blinked at the smell of the rice porridge, blew a bubble at his father, and was about to close his eyes sleepily.

“You cried for a whole half hour.” Ning Buwei gritted his teeth, “Just for your half bowl of porridge, if you don’t lick the bowl clean tonight, you don’t have to bear the surname Ning anymore.”

“Ah~” Ning Xiu laughed out loud, although he wasn’t crying anymore, his voice was still a bit hoarse.

Ning Buwei: “…”

Ning Xiu had cried for half an hour, and Ning Buwei, whose patience was completely exhausted, racked his brains before he remembered the half bowl of porridge that he had “accidentally” drunk at noon today.

This little thing wasn’t hungry, he was just throwing a tantrum.

The dignity of the great demon did not allow him to submit to a child because of half a bowl of porridge.

But this little thing was really good at crying, and his temper was as stubborn as a mule, insisting on not giving up until he got the porridge.

So Ning Buwei could only drag his half-crippled body, carry Ning Xiu into the small kitchen of the Meal Residence, and make porridge for him with a black face.

Ning Xiu must have inherited this stubborn temper from his mother.

Chu Jun, who had finally coaxed the little spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness, suddenly felt a little itchy in his ears, raised his hand to scratch it, and looked puzzled.

Who was speaking ill of him?

The person who spoke ill of him ladled half a bowl of porridge and took out a little yellow dog spoon from his storage ring. The silly little yellow dog on it seemed to be in a bad mood, listless, and its tail was not wagging as briskly as usual.

Ning Buwei stared at the dog in confusion. This was just a painting that could move with a talisman attached, why was a painted dog in a bad mood?

As soon as Ning Xiu saw him take out the little spoon, he immediately perked up, his eyes sparkling as he smiled at his dad, “Ah~”

Gooey~

Ning Buwei snorted coldly, “Isn’t it your turn to howl at me?”

“Ah!” Ning Xiu blew another bubble at him.

Just as Ning Buwei was about to tease him again, the tightly closed door of the kitchen was suddenly pushed open, and the damp cool mist of the mountains instantly dispersed the warmth of the room.