Grasping Evil

Ning Fan has not been so sleepy for a long time, and has never done such a dream. //Visit to download txt novels //.

In the dream, he is a butterfly of **, in a valley of flowers and fragrance, resting on a dark orchid.

Wake up, Ning Fan lies in the paintings in the center of the sea, wants to get up, but feels the arm pressure.

Over-the-middle, but Xu Qiu Ling, who has long since awakened, is clearly turning around, looking at Ning Fan, seemingly not enough.

Her **'s delicate body is not in the air, only covered with red 绣 绣 , , , 一 一 一 一 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁 宁Every morning.

"Linger got up early. It was rainy at the beginning of last night, exhausted, don't need to sleep more?"

Ning Fan looked at the beautiful face of Xu Qiu Ling, did not come, remembered the orchid in the dream.

He always felt that he should have seen Xu Qiuling, who had seen it a long time ago. What makes Ning Fan familiar is not his appearance, but the unique body fragrance of Xu Qiu Ling.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan can't remember, where did he see Xu Qiuling. His memory, as early as the reincarnation, was erased by the cycle.

"I don't get up early, protect the law for Zhou Gongzi, can Zhou Gongzi sleep well?"

She is not uncomfortable, not tired, just wants to protect Ning Fan, let Ning Fan take a good rest.

"It doesn't matter if I don't call me public?"

"No, it doesn't matter..." Xu Qiuling would have a thin skin and could not export.

"Can you call me a son again? Doesn't anyone know our relationship?"

"That, Linger wants to call you... Big Brother, um, yes, it’s Big Brother... There are many women in Gusu City, and they will also call the brother of the husband..."

Xu Qiuling was slightly ashamed, and she was bold again for her love. After all, she was a new woman and needed an adaptation process.

Ning Fan is not reluctant, and he is pity and treats Xu Qiuling. He has a feeling that he has never had before, a feeling that he has never had before.

owe…

This feeling is not obvious at the beginning, especially in this return to the open sea.

It is this sense of owing that makes Ning Fan's indifferent surname, but can accommodate Xu Qiu Ling's small surname.

"Alright, what do you like to call me, what is it? ** Still hurt?"

"No pain..." Xu Qiuling blushes, his eyes dodge, and a little lie.

"Is it?"

Ning Fan opened the thin quilt, and immediately, Xu Qiu Ling was exposed to the air with the scent of the joyful trace of last night.

Her eyes were secretly grotesque, and her hands were blocked in the chest. She only thought that Ning Fan would have to chaos, but she could not bear the joy.

When her legs were separated by Ning Fan, the soft and **** parts were seen by Ning Fan. She couldn't stand the shame, closed her eyes, gently gritted her teeth, did not resist, and did not want Ning Fan to be disappointed.

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

"..."

Ning Fan is speechless. In the eyes of other women, is he like an urgent person? Will Xu Qiu Ling just get rid of it and ask for it?

"Stupid girl, I am helping you to eliminate the blood..."

Ning Fan swept his heart and mourned his fingers, carefully groping the sensitive parts of Xu Qiuling, mana running.

Immediately, Xu Qiuling ** swollen and painful tears, only a sense of coolness floated on the body, the pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a very beautiful, happy feeling.

"Big brother is actually... helping me to swear... um..."

Xu Qiu is ashamed to be self-confident, but she will not refuse any request from Ning Fan, will not...

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

"Well... um..." Above the secluded sea, there is a glimpse of utterance, which is far and far away.

It takes a few months for Xu Qiuling to heal the wound. It takes five months to calculate it with Ning Fan. It is not difficult to take out the blade fragments. The trouble is to make up the weight of Xu Qiuling.

This is almost impossible for the other five-turn alchemists. For Ning Fan, it can be completed in five months.

With his surname, he rarely squats for a woman for five months, but when he sees the face of Xu Qiu Ling, Ning Fan will be inexplicably hurt, and he is not in a hurry for five months.

As for the location of the treatment, I would like to find a safe place with a surname, but seek stability. Most of the time, Ning Fan is a reasonable surname.

But Xu Qiuling, only wishing to live in the healing of the five months, live in this small bridge and the world without conflict. Xu Qiuling is a woman with a surname.

Her request, after Ning Fan’s indulgence, did not end up.

Just silently playing a flying flying sword, and telling himself and Xu Qiu Ling's whereabouts, and telling Dong Xu and Xu Rushan, so that they would not worry.

Ning Fan’s move to sing a flying sword has undoubtedly used mana and violated the rules of Gusu.

Shortly after the departure of the flying flying sword, there were five hidden hidden light coming from the air, which seemed to be a punishment for the monks who violated the rules.

They don’t know that Ning Fan’s urging of mana is to make a flying sword, otherwise he will know that Ning Fan is a monk of the gods, and he will not dare to make it.

They have lived in Gusu for a long time, and they have been buried in the name of a hidden family. For hundreds of years, they don’t know who the fierce demon Zhou Ming is. Otherwise, they dare to ask Ning Fan.

The five old men are surrounded by paintings, secretly and strangely. The hidden effect of this painting is amazing. If there is no intentional concealment at this moment, it is absolutely impossible to know how to paint in this place.

"Which friend has just incited mana, don't you know the rules of Gusu! If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will blame me for killing people!"

One of the old men just asked, and immediately, from the paintings in the sea, one man and one woman came out.

The woman wore a black robe, black is an unlucky color, but she does not care about the worldly view. Just think that black is more suitable for you, and it is more lining up.

The man is in white and he is not wearing black. He was a white man. For the paper crane, he put on black sorrow. For Xu Qiuling, he took off his feathers and turned them into sorrows.

hiss!

At the moment when Ning Fan appeared, even if the mana atmosphere was not revealed, the five old men still took a cold breath.

Ning Fan's gaze is like a cold electricity, one by one sweeping five old people, and for a moment, the five people have almost the feeling of being seen.

"What is this repair! This person is by no means a Yuan Ying monk... he is, God!"

The five people are afraid of their eyes, they can't understand, and a monk of a **** has already been swearing. Why do you want to come to Gu Suhua?

When Yuan Ying came, it was for the purpose of smashing the gods and turning the gods forward, and for what purpose?

And as soon as I thought of the abnormality of the great spirits last night, the five people immediately decided that in the Gusu city, almost breaking through the meditation of the state of mind, must be the youth in front!

What makes the five people particularly scared is not the imposing manner of Ning Fan, but the indifference of Ning Fan’s vision.

The cold-like look gave the five people an instinct... Once Ning Fan shot, the five people will immediately splatter on the spot!

"No, not good! I just waited to blame the gods! I am waiting for the rules of the gods and ancestors! The rules of Gusu are useful to the gods? I am annoyed by this person, he is **** , but it is an instant!"

Almost for a moment, the five old people did not hesitate to drop the ** and bowed deeply toward Ning Fan.

"I don't know that my predecessors are masters of the gods. I used to sin before the words!

"Hey! Why do you want to sue for Zhou!"

Ning Fan coldly, one step, the previous five are not imposing, not to claim not to explain, you must kill yourself and Xu Qiu Ling!

With his surname, he will never be merciful to the enemy who is looking for things.

Only Ning Fan has not yet started, Xu Qiu Ling has pulled his sleeves and his eyes are strange.

"You forgot to promise me anything! Don't kill, don't let go! Now you are a mortal!"

Xu Qiuling’s eyes pleaded, and the temperature of her palms slowly solved the coldness of Ning Fan’s heart.

"Okay, don't kill..."

Ning Fan's eyes calmed down, and the five old men immediately had a loose heart, but the back was already wet by cold sweat.

Terrible, terrible... they have never seen such a powerful master in this life.

"One person, one hundred and two silver, hand over the money, then roll..."

Ning Fan's tone is calm, but can't refuse. The five people look at each other. When they listen to Ning Fan, they only ask for silver. They take out a storage bag and throw it to Ning Fan. They immediately sue and go away faster than when they come. .

Silver is just a mortal's money. It is really lucky to be able to save a little life with some worthless silver.

The five old men almost returned to Gusu, and immediately gave all the monks on the island a secret piece of jade, which mentioned Ning Fan’s appearance, and mentioned Ning Fan’s surname Zhou, and mentioned that he must not offend Ning Fan, as for Ning Fanxiu. For that, no words are mentioned.

Looking at the wolverines of the five people when they left, Xu Qiu Ling smiled.

"Big brother is very powerful...but in any case, you promised me, you can't kill in Gusu. Well... yes, why do you ask them so much silver?"

"Nature is to buy a big house for you to raise a disease. Is it because you want to stay up all night with me on the river of Gusu? The humidity on the river is too heavy, which is not good for your illness."

Ning Fan looked back at the island and looked back at Gusu. His eyes were soft.

After that, I will accompany Xu Qiuling as a surname and do a mortal for five months.

If you take out the fragments of the sword, Xu Qiu Ling will definitely need five months of recuperation, while Ning Fan will swallow the fragments of the sword in five months to enhance the sword.

If there is an opportunity, you can even understand the sword.

Even if he is staying in Gusu, Ning Fan still remembers the matter of **.

Xu Qiu Ling only looked at it, it was like seeing through all the things of Ning Fan, and sighed pity.

"It seems that there is no way for you to really let go of the **... Well, it will allow you to enjoy five months of calm, perhaps enough."

After a long while, the paintings sailed back to the coast and re-entered the Gusu. Unlike the previous ones, the black armor guards on the coast looked at Ning Fan's eyes one by one, with inexplicable fear.

Ning Fan did not talk to them any more, bought a carriage directly, carrying Xu Qiuling, and drove back to Gusu.

Qiu Ling was sitting in the car and admiring the scenery. He was sitting outside the car and driving.

The mortals along the road did not fear the fear of Ning Fan, but the monks who lived here were almost shunned as soon as they saw Ning Fan's carriage.

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

This house is not good in Gusu, because there are many rumors that this house is haunted. An old man who used to live in this house was actually caught in a thunderstorm and disappeared in a stormy night!

Therefore, the mortal of Gusu City did not dare to buy this house, and it was vacant for a long time.

And some monks who enter the sacred life and realize the mortal life, the more ordinary they are, the better, they will not buy such a conspicuous house.

Therefore, this uninvited ghost house was bought by Ning Fan in thousands of silver.

The reason why he bought this house is because this house is in the whole city of Gusu, carved with gold and silver, is the most concentrated place of gold gas, suitable for Xu Qiu Ling to recuperate.

The rumor of the ghost house, Ning Fan only smiled, did not care.

Everyone is afraid of ghosts, but for the monks, driving the ghosts is just a magical power. I am sure that the old man who once lived in this house is a ghost monk. In this house, the ghosts are sneaked into the ghosts, so the haunted rumors will be heard.

As for the disappearance of the night of lightning, most of the old man is a ghost, and he left by the night.

After purchasing the house, it was almost the night, Ning Fan was in the camphor, for Xu Qiuling to carry out a very fragrant double repair healing, and took the opportunity to take a piece of residual sword from his body.

With the joy of double repair, Xu Qiuling barely felt the pain of taking the sword.

On the night, Ning Fan made a medicated bath with dozens of eternal elixir and bathed Xu Qiuling.

These eternal elixirs are all the best choices for gold, with the help of medicated baths, and by Ning Fan, the speed of Xu Qiuling’s life has been slowly recovering.

This is the best of many healing solutions that Ning Fan has come up with.

After all, the perennial medicine is too strong, whether it is alchemy or peony, it is not the body of Xu Qiuling's scarred Jin Dan can bear. .

The medicated bath and massage will last for almost one night, so Ning Fan can't leave Gusu for almost a moment, otherwise he will delay the treatment of Xu Qiuling.

Looking at the countless elixir in the tub, Xu Qiuling could not be moved.

Each of these Wannian elixir is a good material for refining the five-transfer medicinal herbs. It is a good thing that the cockroaches are reluctant to waste, but it was taken by Ning Fan to bathe her...

"Big Brother, I am in your heart, even more important than the Wannian Essence?" Xu Qiu Ling was a red face, shrunk in the bathtub and asked a silly question.

"Oh? Is Linger a fever? If not, how can you say nonsense?"

Ning Fan wrapped the power of the black star with one hand and pushed the sensitive part of Xu Qiuling. The other hand deliberately put on the forehead of Qiu Ling and laughed.

In this way, after a series of treatments, Xu Qiuling’s body finally began to improve, and as the life of the life was restored, the cultivation began to increase at a speed of terror, and it was almost necessary to break through the realm of Yuan Ying.

As soon as the night arrives, Ning Fan will treat Xu Qiu Ling Xiang Yan.

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

The blade is extremely extraordinary. Even if it is just a piece of remnant sword, the body of the corpse of the third place in Ning Fanyu’s life, after holding the sword, almost feels the physical collapse.

Ning Fan could not help but be shocked, and the fragments were still the same. If it was a real sword, even if Ning Fan’s mana was doubled, it would not be touched.

"This is one of the "Tian Tian Si Swords" of Ancient Heaven, and it is a sword!"

"If I swallow this blade of debris, the sea must be more stable, the sword will be enhanced, and the instant killing of the baby is a breeze..."

"Linger raises a disease, I will repair the sword, not only to repair the sword, but also to repair the sword!"

Sword meaning!

Ning Fan’s eyes flashed, his swordsmanship was not weak, and he had already realized that the sword was a silky technique, but he had never had the opportunity to completely condense his own sword.

Nowadays, Ning Fan is still a half-sword sword. If the real sword is condensed, the power of the sword can be doubled!

"This is an opportunity. In the five months of Gusu, it is the opportunity for me to understand the sword. The sword is the life, and there is a kendo in this sorrow!"

"Just, I want to start from, understand the sword..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes and thought of a scene of killing in his mind, recalling the enemies holding the sword, and gradually realized.

Put away the sword of the fallen fairy, and wave a palm, a blue sword shining in the palm of your hand.

This sword is only a subordinate magic weapon. I don't know if Ning Fan got it from which bad luck.

But in the dust of Gu Sufan, this sword is already a peerless soldier.

"Sword meaning, in fact, is to turn the sword into meaning, the stronger the sword, the weaker the meaning, the weaker sword to understand the strong intention, is the right way."

Ning Fan silently looked at the sword, and the whole body gradually rose up with a fierce and fierce temperament.

He is in the city of Gusu... Wu Jian! It’s just a matter of comprehension and there is always nothing missing.

The monks who passed by the house were all stunned when they saw Ning Fan’s momentum.

On the contrary, it is a neighbor child near the house. When I saw Ning Fan holding a sword, it was like a nerd.

"Hey? This person is not the uncle Zhou who bought the ghost house. Is he being the ghost, he is not looking at the sword!"

"Oh, my mother said that this week, Uncle bought a house with a beautiful sister. It may be a big family who rushed out."

"Elopement? It's not bad!"

Several children grimaced at Ning Fan in the house, and even wrote songs to tease Ning Fan.

During the ups and downs, the past scene of the killing of the scene came to mind, and Ning Fan’s indifferent eyes swept to the children, almost to kill.

"No! They are mortal, mortals should not be involved in the killing of the monks... and I promised to pass the spirits, not killing people in Gusu... killing, give me back!"

Ning Fan bite his teeth, forcibly endure the killing, biting his tongue, a spurt of blood, dyed red garden flowers and plants.

The mind calmed down after this blood spouted.

"They are mortal, they should not be infected with the blood of the world."

Ning Fan continued to look at the sword, no longer look at this group of children.

This group of children saw Ning Fan's good end, and suddenly vomited blood, some feared, and scattered.

After gradually getting away, he began to arrange children's songs, making fun of Ning Fan's weakness, and he was vomiting blood by the child.

They can never know that if Ning Fan does not squirt that blood, this group of children may already be dead.

"My killing, too heavy..."

Ning Fan said to himself, he finally understood Xu Qinling's pains.

Killing, no matter what right or wrong, on the road of comprehension, if you don’t kill, you are killed.

But if you only know how to kill, you will lose your heart and go further and further on the road of seeking truth.

"Wow! Beautiful sword! I am the most famous blacksmith in Gusu City, but the sword he built in his life is not so beautiful!"

After the other children left, only one child left, and envy never looked at Ning Fan.

**The old-fashioned appearance, with the total angle, is a male boy with a tiger head.

Other children teased Ning Fan, but he did not.

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

The obsession with the sword, and even let him forget the house that Ning Fan bought, is a ghost house, is the most taboo place for the Gusu family.

"Uncle is a swordsman? Just bleeding, is it hurt by the sword? I heard that the powerful swordsman, when comprehending the sword, an inadvertent, will be countered by the sword... Uncle is a very powerful swordsman? Can you beat ten people by one person!"

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

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

Just seeing the eyes of this child obsessed with the sword, Ning Fan’s eyes not only echoed a trace of recollection.

This child is a martial art, and it is also a good material for martial arts.

He is obsessed with the sword's eyes, just like the Ninggu who was eager to learn Wu.

"Not a swordsman..." The child is somewhat lost. If Ning Fan is a swordsman, he is ready to worship with Ning Fan.

The child's dream is to learn the secret weapon swordsmanship, to do the light work, to walk behind the Gusu, to be a swordsman hero!

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

"My name is Xiaoshi, uncle, can this sword be taken to me to take it home?" The little stone begged.

"Get it back."

A piece of the magic weapon, it is a chicken-ribbed thing for Ning Fan, but for this child, it may be a dream of a lifetime.

On the body of the small stone, there is a shadow of Ninggu... In that year, Ninggu was still worshipping Wu, and Ning Fan was still a mortal.

In the eyes of Ning Fan, there is a trace of recollection, which is the color of recollection, so that his mood is slowly rising again.

The little stone was destined to not understand the expression of Ning Fan, but only received the promise of Ning Fan, immediately took the sword, and returned home.

He decided that he must sleep with this sword tonight!

A sword is in hand, and the little stone feels like he has become a hero.

Although this so-called hero, holding a ten-pound sword, the dance does not move a little, walking is panting.

Ning Fan looked at the back of the small stone. He seemed to understand something, and it seemed that he did not.

The little stone is a mortal, but there is something in his body that Ning Fan lacks.

It is the lack of this thing, Ning Fan can not unite the sword meaning...

"What is missing..." Ning Fan fell into thoughts.

(Supplement second) (to be continued).