The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Seven days before Xiao Heng went to learn the sword, it was a bit difficult to wake up every morning.Patriarch Bai was too tired and had nothing to eat, his plump little face was dehydrated too much, and he looked thinner.

But as soon as Xiao Heng opened his eyes, he immediately got up, washed up quickly, sat at the dinner table and began to eat.While eating, he patted the table, shouting "I must make him satisfied today".

Before Xiao Heng went out, he was already able to dress himself, but he was not very good at tying his hair. Song Ningqing helped him tie up the red carp's headband. Seeing that Xiao Heng had cleaned up neatly, she wanted to take him to Ting Dao Mountain.

"I don't need you to send it off today, and I don't need it to pick me up tonight, and I won't need it in the future."

Xiao Heng shook his head, moved his eyes to the right, saw the sword marks on the blue glass wall in the courtyard, and pursed his lips.

"Master said, you were younger than me back then, and you could go to and from get out of class by yourself, so can I!"

Xiao Heng let out a roar, jumped out of the threshold, and ran away.On the road, a few young boys wearing the same blue clothes, seeing Xiao Heng running so fast, thought that he would be late for the morning class, so they hurriedly chased after him.

Song Ningqing stood at the door, waved her hand belatedly, and saw a bunch of short radish heads in front of her, hidden into the stone steps around the corner.

"Go to and from get out of class by yourself," Song Ningqing smiled, "That's because I lived in the quiet room with Master back then."

Thinking of Patriarch Bai's joke-loving temperament, Song Ningqing sighed softly, turned around and locked the door, and went to Wangyue Huaiyuan Building to attend morning class by herself.

The morning class was still Qu Huaiyuan's "Tao Te Ching".Song Ningqing had no Xiao Heng by her side, and Ye Mang was no longer at the same table.

Sitting next to Song Ningqing is the 360-year-old Senior Brother Cheng Liuzhi who is trying to challenge Yuan Ying.Cheng Liuzhi is a gossiper who likes to lead Song Ningqing to talk from time to time.

"Junior Brother Song, do you know where Ye Mang has gone?"

"I don't know." Song Ning said clearly.

"Didn't we rotate the sects guarding the border of the Demon Realm once every 100 years? This year it's our turn to fall, do you know?" Cheng Liuzhi asked again.

Song Ningqing wasn't even born 100 years ago, not to mention 20 years.When the peach blossoms fell, Patriarch Bai followed him closely to practice, not letting him be disturbed by common affairs.Of course I still don't know.

Cheng Liuzhi became a little excited, grabbed Song Ningqing's shoulder and shouted.

"Let me tell you! I really want to go this year! It's a pity that the lottery didn't draw me! Demon Realm! It's as hard to see as the legendary fairy palace in the sea of ​​clouds beyond the sky! If I..."

The sound of fingers tapping on the table was heard, and Qu Huaiyuan pointed at Cheng Liuzhi.

"What are you doing? If you feed the bird, you can feed the bird. If you don't like to listen, you won't come. When you come, you like to talk so much. Why don't you talk about it?"

Cheng Liuzhi shook his head hastily, and opened the "Tao Te Ching" on the table that had been read tens of thousands of times to cover his face.

"No, no, you are still the most familiar with the Tao Te Ching."

Qu Huaiyuan snorted, picked up the small jade comb and continued to comb his beard that fell to the ground, while talking about "benevolence", "the way of heaven" and "responsibility".

Cheng Liuzhi breathed a sigh of relief, while Song Ningqing propped her chin with her right hand, thinking that Ye Mang went to the border of the Demon Realm, and wondered what he was doing now.

Because of Cheng Liuzhi's interruption, today's morning class was delayed by Qu Huaiyuan for another half an hour, not many people were still awake in class.Song Ningqing packed her textbooks and was about to leave class, but was stopped by Qu Huaiyuan at the door.

"Ningqing, come here."

Song Ningqing agreed, and waited at the door for all the seniors to wake up to finish class, and then Qu Huaiyuan walked out slowly.He was on crutches, and because his beard was too long, he hired a few rabbit spirits to help support his beard.Originally, I was looking for hamster spirits, because they like to lie on soft things, and they fell asleep on the beard after a short time.

Qu Huaiyuan was forced to sit on the roadside stone several times, waiting for the hamster spirits to wake up before leaving.

Now the rabbit is better, Qu Huaiyuan is very satisfied, seeing Song Ningqing obediently waiting at the door, he smiled and pulled out a carrot to feed the rabbit from his cuff.

"Ningqing, do you want to eat?"

"Hey, thank you."

Song Ningqing took it and put it back in her cuff.Qu Huaiyuan took Song Ningqing upstairs, Song Ningqing seldom went upstairs, and she didn't know that the top floor was so high.

After climbing to the top of Wangyue Huaiyuan Building, Song Ningqing could even see the quiet room of Tingdao Mountain on the left.

A bean-sized figure was practicing sword, not daring to stop.

"You practiced there back then, and you were so big in the blink of an eye."

Qu Huaiyuan also looked over there, laughed, and grabbed Song Ningqing's wrist and walked to the gate of the top floor.

"The disciples who haven't arrived at Yuanying don't know that there is a library on the top floor of Mochiyue Huaiyuan Building."

Qu Huaiyuan knocked on the door with his crutches, and the door opened.It was clearly daytime and the sky was bright, but it couldn't shine into this inner room.It was dark inside, as if... It was another space.

"I see that you only practice swords all day long, and Bai Zhanfeng has nothing to teach you. Since you have completed your golden core, you should read more books and practice yourself."

Song Ningqing was a little surprised, and couldn't help but thank you.

"Thank you."

"What to thank and how much you have learned is up to you."

Qu Huaiyuan tapped Song Ningqing's shoulder with his cane, motioning him to go in.

Song Ningqing nodded, and before stepping into the inner room, she turned to Qu Huaiyuan to borrow a pen and paper, folded it into two paper sparrows, and sent it out.

Seeing the paper bird flying away, Song Ningqing turned her head and entered the inner room, and the door slammed shut.

Qu Huaiyuan leaned on crutches and went downstairs slowly. The rabbit spirits chirped, wanting today's reward.

Qu Huaiyuan slapped his forehead: "Oh, I gave Ningqing one, can I get credit for today's account first?"

He turned his head and took a look at the top floor, then found an aisle and sat down, then opened the "Tao Te Ching" and read it.

Song Ningqing walked in the dark inner room.He kept on stepping until he had walked five hundred steps, but he still hadn't reached the end of the road.I want to come here to create another space.

When Song Ningqing was wondering, he saw that the sky was bright and the water was murmuring. He was standing in a pavilion on the water, surrounded by bookshelves embedded in the wall.

Song Ningqing walked around these bookshelves, and suddenly felt something, and stopped in front of the bookshelf that said "Atlas of Hundred Wars".He raised his hand and took out a book called "Whale Sea Tide Life".

The moment the pages of the book were turned, great changes occurred suddenly.

The scene in front of Song Ningqing changed instantly, it was no longer water or a lake in front of him.In front of him was the sea of ​​clouds, and tens of thousands of cloud whales, which were bigger than pavilions and mountains, made magnificent calls, tumbling and shuttling in the sea of ​​clouds, and their huge tail fins hit the sea of ​​clouds heavily, setting off clouds and mist all over the sky.

Song Ning quietly looked at the scene that she had never seen before. The cloud whales never stopped, never looked back, and went forward indomitably, towards the unknown front.

Soft footsteps sounded and stopped on the left side of Song Ningqing.

Song Ningqing turned his head, and a young man in a black gown with a headband embroidered with a hundred flowers was standing beside him.

The man with a handsome face and a very beautiful demeanor, with a red mole on the end of his eyes, smiled at Song Ningqing.

"Are you Taohualuo's disciple?"

Song Ningqing nodded, and the man smiled again.

"Coincidentally, so do I. It's been a long time since a disciple of Peach Blossoms has chosen my book."

The man slowly pulled out the long sword carried behind his back. The blade was pitch black, and the tip of the sword was red, like the color of blood stained by too much killing.

"Back then, I felt that I had nothing to learn in Taohualuo, so I came here to fight these behemoths."

"It took 100 years to feel like I had made some progress."

"You don't need to fight with them here, as long as you beat me with a sword, I will let you out."

Behind the man, a cloud whale jumped high and fell heavily into the sea of ​​clouds. The thick cloud tide rushed towards them wave after wave.Song Ningqing thought, what kind of experience is there for wanting to read books at first... So that's the case.

"My name is Song Ningqing, who is your Excellency?"

"...Chao Sheng."

As soon as Chao Sheng finished speaking, the red sword pointed towards Song Ningqing without any chance to breathe!

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, but this time it was not because Xiao Heng was too tired to hold the sword, but because the wooden sword in his hand could no longer bear the aura attached to the sword.

Xiao Heng thought, this is not his fault.He quietly looked back at Patriarch Bai, who happened to meet his gaze.

Patriarch Bai blew on his beard and signaled Xiao Heng to throw the sword to the wooden barrel aside.

"Get a new sword tomorrow, go back."

Xiao Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and saluted Patriarch Bai respectfully.

"The disciple retire."

It was only after he got out that Xiao Heng panted and sat on the stone steps to rest.Although he said that after the past few days, he would not be tired again, but it was really exhausting after a day.

The chubby group looked at the long stone steps of the association, and remembered that there was no senior brother to pick him up from today, so he encouraged himself and walked down slowly.

After leaving Tingdao Mountain, walk a little further and you will be able to go home.

Home... Xiao Heng has already regarded that small courtyard as his home.After his father left, he was in a panic. It was the senior brother who looked foolish who took him, protected him, and made him feel at home.

Xiao Heng pushed the door lightly, but it was locked. Xiao Heng opened the door with the key in his purse.

There was no one in the courtyard, and Xiao Heng's originally excited mood calmed down in an instant, Xiao Pangtuan sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard expressionlessly, picked up the teapot on the table and took a big gulp.

Where did you go?Xiao Heng was furious, but he felt something was pecking him at the back of his head. He turned his head and saw a familiar paper sparrow.

"Brother?" Xiao Heng picked up the paper sparrow and gently opened it.

A line of words was written on the paper: [Senior brother went to read a book, I don't know when he will be back, let Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato pick up the rice, so you won't be afraid of being hungry. 】

"What! Am I a person who is afraid of being hungry! Do I just want to eat!"

The little fat group jumped three feet high, and ate all the white sugar cakes on the stone table on the plate while getting angry.

There was the sound of wings flapping in the distance. Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato held a food box with their little paws and danced up and down until they put the food box on the stone table before rolling over and chattering from exhaustion. Chirp.

Xiao Heng poured water for them to drink from a small teacup, and Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato regained their strength, Little Wing pointed at the food box.

"Chat!"

"...don't eat yet."

"Twitter?"

Xiao Heng put his hands on the stone table with a serious face.

"I'll just wait here! Seeing how big he is, when will he come back!"

"Twitter..."

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato shook their heads. This morning they said they wanted to be self-reliant and self-reliant, tsk tsk tsk, the baby just couldn't believe it.

During the period, Xiao Heng went to take a bath by himself, brushing his back with the gourd flesh that Song Ningqing gave him, and it took him a long time to wash it.When he came out, he took out the vegetables in the food box, found a small tea stove, and heated up the vegetables.

It's just that he waited and waited, and when he fell asleep on the stone table, Song Ningqing didn't come back.

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Tudou couldn't carry the fat baby, so they took a thin blanket from the room and put it on Xiao Heng's body.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Song Ningchen knelt down on his knees, with his left hand covering his right shoulder, and the right hand holding the sword hung down in an unnatural shape, as if the ulna of his forearm had been broken.

"For the sake of you still holding the sword, let me let you go first. But if you can't defeat me with the next sword, I will cut off your right hand holding the sword."

Chao Sheng looked down at Song Ningqing condescendingly, the black sword was covered with blood, and the round blood beads on the red sword tip fell drop by drop.

The author has something to say: Spartan Education · Patriarch Bai:

Taohualuo's teaching purpose is like this, those who don't want to learn can just herd sheep.But once you say you want to learn, I'm sorry, but you have the consciousness to save your life!Oh hoo hoo hoo--

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