Grasping Evil

() Ning Fan hadn't slept so soundly for a long time, let alone had such a dream.

In the dream, he was a snow-white butterfly, resting on a pitch-black orchid in a valley with fragrant flowers.

Waking up from the dream, Ning Fan was lying in the painting boat in the center of the sea.

Turning his head to the side, it was Xu Qiuling, who had already woken up, with his bright eyes tactfully staring at Ning Fan, as if he couldn't see enough.

Her snow-white body had no strands, and only covered her body with a red quilt embroidered with Luanfeng. When she saw Ning Fan awake, she immediately avoided her eyes, as if she didn't want to let Ning Fan know. She Xu Qiuling had already stared at Ning Fan. one morning.

"Linger got up so early. I was exhausted from the rain and dew last night. Don't you need to sleep more?"

Ning Fan looked at Xu Qiuling's beautiful face, for no reason, he thought of the orchid in his dream.

He always felt that he should have met Xu Qiuling, a long, long time ago. What Ning Fan was familiar with was not his appearance, but Xu Qiuling's unique body fragrance.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan couldn't remember where he met Xu Qiuling. His memory, as early as when he was reincarnated, was erased by reincarnation.

"I don't get up early to protect the law for Young Master Zhou. Can Young Master Zhou sleep peacefully?"

It's not that she's not sleepy or tired, she just wants to protect Ning Fan and let Ning Fan have a good rest.

"Doesn't it matter if you don't call me Xiang Gong?"

"No, it doesn't matter..." Xu Qiuling was also thin-skinned and couldn't say it.

"If you call me Young Master again, don't others know about our relationship?"

"Then, Ling'er wants to call you... Big Brother. Well, yes, that is Big Brother... Many women in Gusu City can also call Husband's Big Brother..."

Xu Qiuling was a little shy. No matter how bold she is in love, she will eventually become a new wife, which requires a process of adaptation.

Ning Fan did not force it, his eyes showed pity, and when he treated Xu Qiuling, he had a feeling he had never had before, a feeling he had never had with other women.

owe…

This feeling was not obvious at the beginning, but it was especially intensified when I returned to the sea this time.

It was this feeling of indebtedness that made Ning Fan's indifferent personality. But it tolerated Xu Qiuling's little willfulness.

"Alright. Call me whatever you like. Call me whatever. Does your lower body still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..." Xu Qiuling blushed, her eyes dodged, and she told a small lie.

"Is it?"

Ning Fan lifted the thin quilt. Immediately, Xu Qiuling was exposed to the air with her snow-white body that had traces of last night's joy.

Her eyes were secretly resentful, and she put her hands on her chest, only thinking that Ning Fan was going to mess up again, but her lower body was in pain, and she couldn't bear it.

When her legs were separated by Ning Fan, and the tender and bloodshot spots were seen by Ning Fan, she could no longer bear the shame and closed her eyes. Gritting his teeth lightly, he did not resist, not wanting to disappoint Ning Fan.

"Big brother...you, you are lighter...don't go in, go in too deep..."

"…"

Ning Fan was speechless, in the eyes of other women, is he just like a person who is so anxious? Will Xu Qiuling ask for inexhaustible just as soon as he breaks down?

"Silly girl, I'm here to help you get rid of the congestion..."

Ning Fan swept away his thoughts, and carefully groped Xu Qiuling's sensitive parts with his fingers, and his mana was running.

Immediately, Xu Qiuling's lower body was swollen, sore, and torn, and only felt a cool feeling rise to the body, and the pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a trace of incomparably wonderful and joyful feeling.

"Big brother is... actually helping me blaspheme... um..."

Xu Qiuling was ashamed, but she would not refuse any request from Ning Fan, nor would she…

She waited for Ning Fan to look at her, for too long, too long...

"Um...um..." Above the secluded sea, a faint groaning sound floated far, far away.

…

Healing Xu Qiuling's injuries would take several months. According to Ning Fan's calculations, it would take five months at the earliest. It is not difficult to take out the fragments of the blade, but the trouble is to replenish Xu Qiu's life.

This is almost impossible for other rank five alchemists to accomplish, but for Ning Fan, it can be accomplished in five months.

With his personality, he seldom detained a woman for five months, but when he saw Xu Qiuling's haggard face, Ning Fan's heart felt inexplicably painful, and he was not in a hurry for five months.

As for the location of healing, with Ning Fan's personality, he would naturally find a safe place, but be safe. Most of the time, Ning Fan is rational.

But Xu Qiuling only wished to live in Suzhou during these five months of healing, in this world where there is little bridge and flowing water and no competition from the world. Xu Qiuling is a sensitive woman.

After Ning Fan pondered her request, she did not refuse in the end.

He just silently played a sound transmission flying sword, and reported the whereabouts of himself and Xu Qiuling to Dong Xu and Xu Rushan, so as not to worry about them.

Ning Fan's act of using the sound transmission flying sword undoubtedly used mana and violated the rules of Suzhou.

Not long after the sound transmission Feijian left, five hidden rays of light came from the sky, seemingly to punish the monks who violated the rules.

They didn't know that Ning Fan used his mana to play the sound transmission flying sword. Otherwise, they would have known that Ning Fan was a god-turning cultivator and would not dare to make mistakes.

They have lived in Suzhou for a long time, hiding their names for hundreds of years, and they don't even know who the fierce devil Zhou Ming is.

The five old men surrounded the painting boat, secretly surprised. The hidden effect of this painting boat was amazing. If it hadn’t been deliberately hidden at the moment, with the cultivation level of five great cultivators, they would never have known that there was a painting boat here.

"Which friend just used mana rashly, don't you know the rules of Suzhou! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, don't blame me for waiting for the murder to be ruthless!"

One of the old men just asked in a deep voice, and immediately, a man and a woman walked out of the painting boat in the sea.

The woman was wearing a black Luo shirt, black is an unlucky color, but she didn't care about worldly opinions. I just feel that black is more suitable for me, and it makes my skin fairer.

The man was dressed in white, no longer wearing a black cloak. He was originally dressed in white. For the sake of Zhihe, he put on a black cloak to become a demon, and for Xu Qiuling, he took off his feather cloak and transformed into a mortal.

hiss!

The moment Ning Fan and the others appeared, even though they didn't reveal the slightest mana, the five old men still took a cold breath.

Ning Fan's gaze seemed to be cold as he swept over the five old men one by one in an instant. The five people almost felt like they were being seen through.

"What kind of cultivation is this! This person is definitely not a Yuan Ying cultivator...he is, a god!"

The five people's eyes were terrified, and they couldn't understand that a god-turning cultivator had already killed the world. Why come to Suzhou Huafan?

Yuan Ying came here to cut the mortal and transform into a god, and what purpose did he come for?

And as soon as they thought of the abnormal state of the Great Spiritual Great Array last night, the five immediately decided that the young man in front of him who almost broke through the state of mind in Gusu City must be the young man in front of him!

What especially frightened the five of them was not Ning Fan's aura, but the indifference of Ning Fan's eyes.

Those cold eyes gave the five people an intuition... Once Ning Fan made a move. The five people will immediately splatter blood on the spot!

"No, it's not good! I was just scolding the ancestor of Huashen! Why did the ancestor of Huashen mention Gusu's rules! Are Gusu's rules useful to Huashen? It annoyed this person. He washed Gusu with blood. .But it's just a matter of moments!"

Almost for a moment, the five old men lowered their bodies without hesitation. He bowed deeply towards Ning Fan.

"I didn't know that the senior was a master of divine transformation, and the words I offended before, I hope the senior forgive me!"

"Humph! Why does Zhou want to forgive his sins!"

Ning Fan snorted coldly and took a step forward. Aren't the five men aggressive before, didn't they claim that they would kill himself and Xu Qiuling if they didn't give an explanation!

With his personality, he will never show mercy to enemies who come to seek trouble.

It's just that Ning Fan hadn't done it yet, but Xu Qiuling grabbed his sleeve with an angry look in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten what you promised me! Don't kill people. Don't do anything! Now you are a mortal!"

Xu Qiuling's eyes begged, the temperature in her palm slowly melted the coldness in Ning Fan's heart.

"Okay, don't kill..."

Ning Fan's eyes calmed down, and the five old men immediately felt relieved, but their backs were already wet with cold sweat.

Terrible, terrible... They have never seen such a powerful master in their lives.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver, hand over the money, and then get out..."

Ning Fan's tone was calm, but he couldn't refuse. The five of them looked at each other. When they heard that Ning Fan was only asking for silver, they each took out a storage bag and threw it to Ning Fan. .

Silver taels are just the money of mortals, and it is very lucky to be able to use some worthless silver taels to keep a small life.

Almost as soon as the five old men returned to Gusu, they secretly sent a jade slip to all the monks on the island, which mentioned Ning Fan's appearance, mentioned Ning Fan's surname Zhou, and mentioned that Ning Fan must not be offended. As for Ning Fan Xiu For, not a word.

Seeing the embarrassed voices and shadows of the five people leaving, Xu Qiuling burst out laughing,

"Big brother is very majestic... But no matter what, you promised me that you couldn't kill people in Suzhou. Well... By the way, why did you ask them for so many silver taels."

"Naturally, I want to buy a big house for you to recuperate. Could it be that you want to drift with me on the river in Suzhou day and night? The river is too humid, and it is not good for you to recuperate."

Ning Fan looked back at the island and Gusu, his eyes softened.

Forget it, this time, I will accompany Xu Qiuling to be a mortal for five months.

If the fragments of the trapped fairy sword are taken out, Xu Qiuling will definitely need five months of recuperation, while Ning Fan can devour the fragments of the trapped fairy sword in five months to improve his sword sense.

If there is a chance, you can even comprehend the sword intent.

Even though he was staying in Suzhou, Ning Fan still had cultivation in mind.

With just one glance, Xu Qiuling seemed to see through all of Ning Fan's thoughts, and sighed pitifully.

"It seems that there is no way for you to really let go of your cultivation... Well, it may be enough to allow you to enjoy peace for five months."

Half a day later, the painting boat sailed back to the coast and boarded Gusu again. What was different from the previous arrival was that the black armored guards guarding the coast all looked at Ning Fan with inexplicable fear.

Ning Fan didn't talk to them any more, just bought a carriage and drove Xu Qiuling back to Suzhou.

Qiu Ling sat in the car, admiring the scenery, while he sat outside the car and drove with a whip.

The mortals they met along the way were not afraid of Ning Fan, but the monks who lived in seclusion almost immediately avoided Ning Fan's carriage as soon as they saw it.

The largest house in Suzhou City was bought by a young couple.

This house is not well known in Suzhou, because there are many rumors that this house is haunted. An old man who used to live in this house was struck by a lightning bolt and disappeared in a stormy night!

Therefore, mortals in Gusu City basically did not dare to buy this house, and it was vacant for a long time.

And some monks who entered Suzhou and realized the mortal life. Naturally, the more ordinary the better, the better, and would never buy such a conspicuous house.

So, this haunted house that no one cares about was bought by Ning Fan with a thousand taels of silver.

Why did he buy this house? This is because this house is in the entire city of Gusu. It is carved with gold and silver, and it is the place with the strongest golden energy, which is suitable for Xu Qiuling to recuperate.

Regarding the rumors of the ghost house, Ning Fan just laughed and didn't care at all.

Mortals are afraid of ghosts, but for monks, driving ghosts is just a magical power. Presumably the old man who once lived in this house was a ghost monk who practiced ghost path in this house. Being spied on by ghosts. That's why there are rumors of ghosts.

As for the night of thunder and lightning disappeared. Most of them are old people who have mastered the way of ghosts and left by night.

After buying the house, it was almost the same night. Ning Fan performed an extremely fragrant double repair treatment for Xu Qiuling in the boudoir, and took the opportunity to take out a broken sword from her body.

With the joy of Shuangxiu, Xu Qiuling hardly felt how painful it was to take the sword.

That night, Ning Fan made a medicinal bath with dozens of ten thousand year elixir and bathed Xu Qiuling.

These ten thousand year elixir, all of which are rich in gold, with the help of a medicated bath, and Ning Fan's massage and dredging. Xu Qiuling's golden qi has been slowly recovering.

This was the best one among the many healing plans that Ning Fan had come up with.

After all, the ten thousand year elixir is too powerful, whether it is alchemy or boiling, it is not something that Xu Qiuling's scarred Jindan body can bear.

The medicated bath and massage lasted almost overnight, so Ning Fan could not leave Gusu for almost a moment, otherwise it would delay Xu Qiuling's treatment.

Looking at the countless elixir in the tub, Xu Qiuling couldn't help but be moved.

Each of these ten thousand-year-old elixir is a good material for refining five-turn pills. It is a good thing that my father is reluctant to waste, but Ning Fan brought her to take a bath...

"Big brother, in your heart, am I more important than the ten thousand year elixir?" Xu Qiuling blushed, shrank in the bathtub, and asked a silly question.

"Oh? Does Linger have a fever? If not, how could she be talking nonsense?"

Ning Fan wrapped the power of Black Star with one hand, pushing and holding Xu Qiuling's sensitive area. The other hand deliberately touched Qiu Ling's forehead and teased.

In this way, after several days of treatment, Xu Qiuling's body finally began to improve, and with the recovery of the golden qi, the cultivation level began to increase at a terrifying speed, almost breaking through the realm of Nascent Soul.

When night came, Ning Fan would treat Xu Qiuling Xiangyan.

As soon as the day came, Xu Qiuling took medicine and cultivated, while Ning Fan sat in the yard, looking at a dark red ancient sword blade.

The blade was extremely extraordinary, even if it was just a broken sword, with Ning Fanyu's corpse demon body in the third realm, after holding this sword, he almost felt his body collapse.

Ning Fan couldn't help but be shocked. The fragments are still like this. If it is a real trapping sword, even if Ning Fan's mana is twice as strong, he would not dare to touch it.

"This is... one of Gu Tianting's 'Four Swords of Suppressing Heaven', the Immortal Trapped Sword!"

"If I swallow this fragment of the blade, the sea of ​​consciousness will definitely be more stable, and the sword sense will also be strengthened. Killing the Nascent Soul will be an easy task..."

"Linger recovers from illness, so I will cultivate the sword, not only to cultivate the sword intent, but also... to cultivate the sword intent!"

Sword Intent!

Ning Fan's eyes flashed, he was not weak in swordsmanship, he had already grasped the wonderful technique of turning swords into silk, but he had never had the opportunity to completely condense his own sword intent.

Today's Ning Fan is still half-baked with sword intent. If he condenses true sword intent, the power of his sword fingers can be more than doubled!

"This is an opportunity. During the five months in Suzhou, it was the opportunity for me to understand the meaning of the sword. The sword is life, and there is the way of swordsmanship in the world of Suzhou!"

"It's just, where do I start to understand the sword intent..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes, recalling the killings in his mind, recalling the enemies with swords, and gradually came to a realization.

Put away the sword of the immortal trapped, and waved the palm of the hand, a sharp sword with a gleaming blue light appeared in the palm.

This sharp sword is just a low-level magic weapon. I don't know which hapless ghost Ning Fan got it from.

But in Gusu Fanchen, this sword is already a peerless magic weapon.

"Sword intent, in fact, is to transform the sword into intent. The stronger the sword, the weaker the intent. The right way is to use the weak sword to comprehend the strong intent."

Ning Fan silently looked at the sword, and a stern and fierce temperament gradually rose from his body.

He is in the city of Gusu... Wu Jian! It's just the distance to comprehend, there is always something missing.

The monks who passed by the mansion all left in awe when they saw Ning Fan's aura.

On the contrary, the neighbor children near the house, when they saw Ning Fan holding a sword, looked at the sword like a fool. Amused.

"Eh? Isn't this Uncle Zhou who bought the haunted house? Has he been caught by a ghost? Why doesn't he look at Baojian and say nothing!"

"Hee hee, my mother said. Uncle Zhou bought the house with a beautiful sister this week. Maybe some big family eloped out."

"Elope? I'm not ashamed!"

Several children grimaced at Ning Fan in the house, and even composed children's songs to make fun of Ning Fan.

Amidst the confusion, scenes of the killings came to mind, Ning Fan swept towards the group of children with an indifferent gaze, almost trying to kill.

"No! They are mortals, and mortals should not be involved in the slaughter of monks... And I promised Ling'er not to kill people in Suzhou... Killing intent, give me back!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth and forcibly endured the killing intent. A bite of the tongue. A mouthful of blood spurted out. Dyeing red garden flowers and plants.

After the blood spurted out, his mind gradually calmed down.

"They are mortals and shouldn't be infected with the blood of the cultivation world."

Ning Fan continued to examine the sword. Don't look at these children any more.

Seeing that Ning Fan was well behaved, the group of children suddenly vomited blood. They were a little scared and dispersed.

It was only after gradually walking away that he began to compose children's songs again, making fun of Ning Fan's frail body, and the child vomited blood in a fit of anger.

They would never know, if Ning Fan didn't spit out that mouthful of blood, these children might already be dead.

"My killing intent is too heavy..."

Ning Fan muttered to himself. He finally understood Xu Qiuling's painstaking efforts.

Killing has nothing to do with right or wrong. On the road of self-cultivation, if you do not kill, you will be killed.

But if you only know about killing, one day, you will lose your original intention and go further and further on the road of seeking truth.

"Wow! Such a beautiful sword! My father is the most famous blacksmith in Gusu City, but none of the swords he has built in his life are so beautiful!"

After the other children left, only one child remained, looking at Ning Fan with envy.

Eight or nine-year-old, with a head and a head, he is a boy with a head and a head.

The other children made fun of Ning Fan, but he was the only one who didn't.

Because of this child, he was attracted by this sharp sword at first sight.

His obsession with sharp swords even made him forget that the house that Ning Fan bought was a haunted house, the most taboo place for people in Suzhou to come.

"Is my uncle a swordsman? Was he injured by sword energy when he bleeds just now? I heard that a great swordsman, when he understands sword energy, is accidentally attacked by sword energy... Is uncle a very powerful swordsman? Can you beat ten people alone!"

"Uncle is not a swordsman..." Ning Fan shook his head, the concept of a swordsman as a mortal.

He is not a swordsman, but... a monk! But he would never tell a child this.

Just seeing the eyes of this child obsessed with swords, Ning Fan's eyes not only reverberated with a trace of reminiscence.

This child is a martial arts idiot, and he is also a good material for cultivating ordinary martial arts.

He was obsessed with swords, just like Ning Gu, who was eager to learn martial arts back then.

"Isn't it a swordsman..." The child was a little disappointed. If Ning Fan was a swordsman, he was going to apprentice with Ning Fan.

A child's dream is to learn swordsmanship with hidden weapons, lighten up internal skills, walk in Suzhou in the future, and become a swordsman hero!

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

"My name is Xiao Shi, uncle, can you lend me this sword to take home?" Xiao Shi begged.

"Take it back."

It's just a low-quality magic weapon, it's basically useless to Ning Fan, but for this child, it may be a lifetime dream.

There is a shadow of Ning Gu on Xiao Shishi's body... That year, Ning Gu was still studying martial arts under his apprenticeship, and Ning Fan was still a mortal.

A trace of reminiscence appeared in Ning Fan's eyes, and this recollection made his mood slowly improve again.

Little Stone was destined to not understand Ning Fan's expression, but after receiving Ning Fan's promise, he immediately took the sword and went home happily.

He decided to sleep with this sword in his arms tonight!

With a sword in hand, Xiao Shishi felt as if he had become a hero.

Although this so-called hero, holding a ten-pound sword, could not dance at all, and he was out of breath when he walked.

Ning Fan looked at Xiao Shi Shi's back. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to have any.

Little Stone is a mortal, but there is something in him that Ning Fan lacks.

It is precisely because of the lack of this that Ning Fan cannot condense his sword intent...

"What's missing?" Ning Fan was lost in thought.

(supplement the second update)

ps:

Thanks for the generous gift of the injury that cannot be controlled, thanks to the cynic ヾ Yuxi, the blue enchantress, the four teams of Beiwu, Lengyang Gufeng, and Sword Soul Fairy for the reward. Thank you for not being able to control your injuries, zjh520, don't be too mad, northwest \u0026 a wolf, smart 2002 monthly ticket support.