The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Song Ningqing said something from the bottom of her heart, but was ridiculed by dozens of "ha" words in "Tianji Guanxiang".

[Too sincere? 】

[You don't need to know who that person is. 】

[I want to know the spoiler and clean up others in advance, and I don't weigh myself. 】

【Xiao Heng is smarter than you, knowing that he has chased him to the foot of Peach Blossom Falling Mountain. 】

【I will definitely come to him again, don’t you work hard to learn swordsmanship from your master? 】

Song Ningqing didn't understand that "Tianji Contemplation" was ridiculing him, but instead became happy for Xiao Heng.

"Master's swordsmanship is very good."

[Don't be compared to yourself, it would be a shame if you can't even beat a fat man. 】

After the last line of ink appeared on the page of "Tianji Guanxiang", it was slowly closed and hidden into the Lingtai. No matter how Song Ningqing tried to provoke it, he ignored it.

"Ugh."

Song Ningqing sighed softly, then picked up Baihong and went to practice sword in the courtyard.

"You have to measure your ability...meaning, am I far inferior to him now?"

Song Ningqing murmured, and then swung his sword fiercely forward. There was no Baihong with spiritual power, and what he swung was just the sword wind that ordinary warriors could use.

It's just that the wind of the sword was extremely fast and sharp, cutting off the green leaves falling in front of him, the swaying grass, and the sturdy bushes.The sword wind still didn't stop, and when it hit the blue glass brick wall of the courtyard, there was a clanging sound of gold and stone, and a deep sword mark was drawn.

If you take a closer look, the wall is full of such mottled marks.This is Song Ningqing's sword marks from her childhood to the present.One thousand times, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, one million times, the solid blue glass has been changed no matter how many times.

Until now, Song Ningqing's swordsmanship can be called "useful" by Patriarch Bai.

Footsteps came from outside the courtyard. Unlike ordinary children, the footsteps were a bit heavy, which naturally had something to do with the owner's weight.

Xiao Heng patted the gate of the courtyard and shouted "I'm back", then opened the door and walked in.

"what are you doing?"

Xiao Heng walked to Song Ningqing's side, tilting his head to look at the sword in his hand.

"Practice sword again?"

Song Ningqing nodded, and sheathed Bai Hong's sword.Xiao Heng folded his hands on his chest with a proud expression on his face.

"Hmph, I will be as good as you in the future. Master promised to teach me how to practice swords."

"This is rare, you must work hard."

Song Ningqing patted Xiao Heng's head, her spring-like eyes narrowed with a smile.

Xiao Heng looked at Song Ningqing's smiling face, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, his chubby face flushed a little.

"Of course! Then I can protect you!"

"Oh? Isn't it for revenge?" Song Ningqing asked.

"If you can't even protect you, how can you take revenge!"

Xiao Heng put his hands on his hips and answered very naturally.As if he suddenly remembered something, he took out a small token the size of a palm from the red carp purse hanging around his waist.

The token is red, with ink characters on it, and the word "lore" is written sharply.

Xiao Heng raised the token high with his bare hands and showed it to Song Ningqing.

"Master put three tokens on the ground and asked me to choose one."

After Patriarch Bai agreed to Xiao Heng just now, he placed a wooden carved lacquer plate on the floor of the quiet room in front of Xiao Heng's knee.On the long black plate, there are three tokens, one white, one blue, and one red.

"Hey, choose by yourself, whichever one you choose, we will learn what."

Huh... huh?Xiao Heng covered his head with a puzzled expression, and finally reached out and picked up the red piece.

"I like the color of this token."

"Oh, okay."

Patriarch Bai stroked the beard on his chin and nodded happily.

"Why is Master so happy?" Xiao Heng asked Song Ningqing puzzled.

Song Ningqing took Xiao Heng's hand and walked into the bedroom.He turned around and rummaged in the glove box in the corner, and then picked out a red token, and put it on the desk together with Xiao Heng's token.

"We really are brothers."

Song Ning counted two tokens, the same color, the same ink, but one said "lore" and the other said "not allowed".

"Master's swordsmanship is the main kill, and these two swordsmanship are compatible with him. I am naturally happy that there is one more person to inherit the mantle."

"Well, the one on your token has tassels, I want the same, and hang it on my waist tomorrow!"

Xiao Heng patted the token with fat hands, Song Ningqing opened the cage to find something, and wove tassels for him very virtuously.

"Master told me to eat well and rest well when I come back, and I want you to come pick me up every evening from now on."

Song Ningqing's knitting hands froze, as if remembering something unbearable to look back on, her eyes were a little empty.

"Ah, ah, yes, what does Xiao Heng want to eat tonight?"

"Lotus leaf chicken! Sweet and sour fish!" Xiao Heng raised his hands.

"Don't you eat vegetables?"

"Don't eat, don't eat!"

"Well, let's have some carrots and green vegetables."

"Brother likes to be vegetarian so much! Be a monk!"

"Hey, we are cultivators."

……

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng answered one by one, and the little sweet potato and the fat potato nestled on the tree in the yard combed each other's fine feathers with their small mouths, and yawned lightly.

It was really tiring to play with me for a few days~

In the evening, Xiao Heng ate dinner, meditated and circulated the aura for a few days, and then fell asleep with his pillow in his arms.Song Ningqing covered Xiao Heng with a quilt, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"How did you get this token? Master is really bad."

On the second day, Xiao Heng didn't want to be called, so he stood up under the quilt, looking very energetic for sword practice.

Song Ningqing asked him to wash himself, let him cool the porridge, put the pickled melon in, and tore the fritters into small pieces. Of course, Song Ningqing tasted the soy milk and it was sweet.

Xiao Heng acted like a baby during the period, wanted to be fed, refused to eat porridge, drank soy milk and wanted to eat pastries, Song Ningqing also let him one by one.Xiao Heng was immersed in great happiness this morning. Since Taohualuo came, he hadn't enjoyed the days when he opened his mouth for food and stretched out his hands for clothes.

Regardless of Song Ningqing's gentleness and good temper, Xiao Heng has been exercising even in the shower recently.Worried about washing your back?It doesn't matter, the senior apprentice has dried a loofah and gourd pulp, rub it by yourself in the future.

Now Song Ningqing feeds Xiao Heng snacks, wipes the oil residue from her mouth with a handkerchief, and even complies with Xiao Heng's clamor to go to Daoshan behind his back.

Xiao Heng lay on Song Ningqing's back, watching Song Ningqing go up like an old man. He heard that Daoshan Mountain was originally in the depths of Peach Blossom Falls, and larger birds and animals did not dare to approach it. It is said that Patriarch Bai raised a dragon.The dragon usually sleeps on the top of the mountain. Although he has been sleeping all year round, his aura and coercion are still there.

It's just that when Xiao Heng came here, he didn't look so quiet yesterday, not even a bird poking his head occasionally.

As Song Ningqing slowly approached Patriarch Bai's quiet room, stepping up the stone steps step by step, Xiao Heng also felt that... murderous aura?

Xiao Heng was already smart, but now he seemed to understand something, and grabbed the clothes on Song Ningqing's shoulders.

"Master...is Master very strict?!"

Song Ningqing put Xiao Heng down, pushed him into the door of Patriarch Bai's quiet room, with a smile on his lips, and lightly waved his right hand.

"……be strong."

As soon as Song Ningqing finished speaking, the door of the quiet room suddenly closed automatically, separating Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing.

Xiao Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked back, and saw Patriarch Bai sitting in front of the screen in the quiet room.On the screen was a picture of him catching a snake with a golden sculpture called "Little Yellow Bird Eating Fat Worms" by the young Song Ningqing. Patriarch Bai wiped the body of his beloved sword Songfeng lightly with silk, and lifted it up after wiping. beginning.

"Xiao Heng is here?"

Patriarch Bai looked at Xiao Heng with a smile, but this time he didn't ask Xiao Heng to come over for snacks and tea like a grandfather did to his grandchildren.Instead, he raised his right hand and pointed to a row of hundreds of wooden swords placed by the wall of the quiet room.

"Choose one yourself."

Xiao Heng nodded, walked to the wall with a straight face, and picked up a wooden sword.

Patriarch Bai stood up holding his Pine Wind Sword, walked up to Xiao Heng, and signaled him to watch it.

Patriarch Bai stabbed forward lightly and deftly, this is the starting move of the Peach Blossom Falling Chop Wind sword technique "Yuyou".It's not like a move against the enemy, but more like a greeting to his opponent, he... is about to show his sword.

"Just practice this trick until I am satisfied."

Patriarch Bai put his sword back into its sheath, sat down cross-legged, and asked Xiao Heng to stand in a small open space outside the quiet room.

"How can you be satisfied?"

"do not know."

Hearing Patriarch Bai's words, Xiao Heng held the sword without saying a word, and practiced the sword move "Yuyou".

The quiet room was peaceful, with no insects and birds singing, even the existence of Patriarch Bai behind him seemed to have disappeared. Xiao Heng was the only one in this world, which was less than one mile in radius.

He kept swinging forward, but his speed was getting slower and slower. Even though he was a foundation cultivator, he had not cultivated to the point where he could escape from the physical body.Eight-year-old Xiao Heng was already feeling tired, with hot sweat on the back of his forehead and palms.

Patriarch Bai still didn't say he was satisfied.

When he swung the sword forward again, Xiao Heng's palms were slippery, and the sword in his hand slipped to the ground.The sound of the sword tip piercing the ground sounded so harsh to Xiao Heng for some reason. At this moment, Patriarch Bai suddenly shouted angrily from behind him!

"Pick it up! Who are you! How dare you let the sword go!"

Shocked, Xiao Heng immediately bent down to pick it up, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Patriarch Bai's expression turned icy cold.

Xiao Heng picked up the sword and continued to practice "Yoyo".

The sun in the sky above Xiao Heng's head slowly moved from east to west, but Patriarch Bai didn't let him stop during lunch or lunch break.Just keep reminding him to hold the sword!Hold on to the sword!Don't let go!

In the end Xiao Heng didn't seem to be conscious, he only knew how to swipe forward, a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times?Xiao Heng only felt in his heart... If this arm can still be moved, then swing it, if this body can still move, then move, if it can still see... then this sword will go forward forever!

"thump."

Xiao Heng fell to the ground, and he tried to stand up with his arms several times, but his already weak arms could no longer support him.

Xiao Heng looked sideways at the sky, breathing gently, it was already evening, and the setting sun melted gold.

Someone knocked on the door outside the quiet room, the door opened slowly, someone stepped in lightly, a black shadow covered Xiao Heng's body, and then someone picked him up.

"Xiao Heng is serious about practicing swords?"

"I never cried tired."

"ah?"

"He knows who to treat like a baby."

Xiao Heng listened to the repeated answers above his head, and when Song Ningqing wiped Xiao Heng's face with a handkerchief soaked in clean water when he left the quiet room, Xiao Heng raised his hand to hold Song Ningqing's wrist.

"I want to eat...chestnut chicken."

"it is good."

After Song Ningqing finished answering, Xiao Heng fell asleep.

Song Ningqing walked down slowly, thinking that this was just the beginning.

The author has something to say: Patriarch Bai: Super fierce!

Song Ningqing: Junior brother has worked hard.

Xiao Heng: Master, that smelly old man——

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