The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Song Ningqing didn't quite remember when she got this book.

It seems that when he was practicing one day, when he heard a plop, the book fell from his head.

Looking at the cover, it says "Contemplation of Heavenly Secrets", and when I opened it, it read:

[On the third day of September in the Sanye Year, Song Ningqing, two years old, fell into peach blossoms. 】

[On the second day of the seventh lunar month of the Year of the Dragon, Song Ningqing, three years old, learns to draw Qi into the body. 】

【On the fifteenth day of the fifth month of the Sufeng year, Song Ningqing, four years old, learned the chopping wind sword technique. 】

……

ah!How did the book know what I was doing back then?

Song Ningqing was still young at the time, and when she saw this thing that fell out suddenly, she didn't feel scared, but a little excited.When a child has something new, his first reaction is to show it off to others, and Song Ningqing is no exception.

Song Ningqing ran to Patriarch Bai with the book in his hands, but the book disappeared out of thin air as soon as he ran in front of Patriarch Bai.

Patriarch Bai thought Song Ningqing was hungry, so he gave him the snacks on the table with a smile.

"I'm not hungry." Song Ningqing was holding a snack with a confused look on her face.

"I think you're just hungry when you're hungry."

Patriarch Bai didn't talk too much, and stuffed Song Ningqing with snacks. He didn't realize what he wanted to say until Song Ningqing's belly was bulging.

"There's a book! Plop! Hi! Falling down like this!"

Song Ningqing performed with her stomach straight, while Patriarch Bai was still smiling, holding a glass of wine on the table.

Putting the index finger and thumb together, dipped the wine in the wine glass, flicked the fingers twice in the air, respecting the sky first, then the earth, and then tapped Song Ningqing's forehead with the index finger stained with wine.

"Let me see, if it's a good thing, let's accept it, if it's a bad thing...the master will burn it."

Afterwards, Song Ningqing only felt something cold scurrying around in his consciousness, and then slowly withdrew it.

Patriarch Bai stroked the beard on his chin, feeling a little perplexed.

"It seems... just a useless thing."

"hold head high?"

Song Ningqing watched as the master took out a dirty and tattered book, spread it on the table, and opened a page casually.

[In the year of Qingmao, I picked up an apprentice for nothing at the entrance of the village, ouch, so good! 】

"Hey, this is the diary, which records what happened in the past."

Song Ningqing slammed her chin on the stone table and nodded in a daze.

"Your book is similar to this thing. I thought the heavens had given you some powerful magic weapon. This, this book, probably... is to make you remember things."

Patriarch Bai reluctantly explained, but Song Ningqing was still happy.

"OK!"

"A monk can only have one magic weapon! With this diary, there is nothing else!" Patriarch Bai reminded.

"OK!"

Song Ningqing's good, it's good.He is already a golden core, with a sword in his hand, and this book that will not let him forget, everything is enough.

This "Tianji Contemplation" now records Xiao Heng's affairs, and he is the only person other than Song Ningqing who is recorded in the book.Presumably... it was because Xiao Heng was close to him, Song Ningqing thought so.

After Song Ningqing achieved the golden elixir, she didn't need to sleep for a while, so she could read scriptures at night while watching Xiao Heng, in case he kicked the quilt and fell under the bed.

When Xiao Heng woke up the next day, Song Ningqing had put a bowl of hot corn porridge, a wooden bowl of white soybean milk, a plate of sliced ​​deep-fried dough sticks, and Song Ningqing's pickled melon on the table.

Xiao Heng touched the washbasin beside him, the water inside was still warm.He washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and wiped the box of balm in distaste, lest Song Ningqing worry that his face would be blown to pieces by the wind.

You just cracked your face!Xiao Heng sat down on the stool angrily, and started to eat breakfast.The porridge is soft and glutinous, the soy milk is mellow, the fried dough sticks are crispy, and the pickled melon is also fresh and tasty.

I accidentally ate it all again.

After Xiao Heng had eaten, he looked outside the door and saw Song Ningqing sitting on a stone pier in the courtyard with his long gown hanging down.

Song Ningqing was preaching scriptures to two little tits sitting on tree stumps early this morning.

Taohualuo's food is very good, and tits are originally beautiful in their dexterity and slenderness. These two eat snacks at Song Ningqing's place every day, making their bodies round and round, with dense and thick fur, and their heads and necks are connected. They look like two The small thin claws supported a big green-gray ball of hair.

The two hair balls were walking on the tree stump with small claws, and they nodded with their fat bellies following Song Ningqing's voice of chanting.Song Ningqing looked cute, and lightly tapped their heads with two fingers.

"Do you understand?" Song Ningqing asked with a smile.

"Twitter, chirp, chirp!" The two little tits waved their wings, as if they were going to debate the scriptures with Song Ningqing.

Song Ningqing laughed out loud, showing two rows of big white teeth. She raised the cloth of the bamboo basket beside her and wanted to give them white sugar cakes.

"It seems to understand."

Song Ningqing paused, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, and then handed the white sugar cake she got to Xiao Heng who came behind her.

"Let's eat, it's just been steamed in the kitchen."

"……Humph."

Xiao Heng took the white sugar cake, he was indeed not full.

The chickadees were unwilling to be lonely, and chattered aside, Song Ningqing tore some white sugar cakes and sprinkled them on the tree stump, and the two chickadees instantly turned into woodpeckers, pecking fiercely at the crumbs on the tree stump!

"Isn't it all for me?" Xiao Heng pouted, and when he came to Peach Blossom, this little fairy boy really gained a lot of weight.

"How can you eat so much?" Song Ning counted Xiao Heng's stomach, "It's all bulging."

Xiao Heng became angry from embarrassment, hey he jumped up, but no one was surprised, Song Ningqing looked at him with his chin propped up, while the chickadee just buried her head in eating her snacks.

Xiao Xiantong couldn't wipe his face away for a moment, turned his head and left angrily.

"I'm leaving! I'm never coming back!"

Song Ningqing didn't see that Xiao Heng was angry, and suddenly remembered the kitchen master's instructions, and shouted at Xiao Heng's back.

"Eat eight-treasure duck for lunch."

Xiao Heng paused for a while, then without turning his head, he shouted with a firm face.

"It's all mine!"

Only at noon, Song Ningqing brought the Babao Duck back, and cut the duck open as if attracting prey. The duck meat was already overcooked, and the flesh and bones fell apart with a light touch, revealing the soft glutinous rice and chestnuts inside, and the stuffy meat. Ham in oil.

The mouth-watering aroma of meat wafted out of the nostrils, and the two small tits swelled into two small balloons, chattering non-stop beside them, wanting to beg for some glutinous rice.

Song Ningqing covered the Eight Treasure Duck with an empty plate, and rubbed the forehead of the little tit with her fingers.

"Why hasn't he come back yet? He's ready for the meal."

Song Ningqing sat on the sidelines for a while, but couldn't hold back his anxious heart, always worried about what happened to Xiao Heng.

"Little Sweet Potato, Fat Potato, please, help me find it together?"

"jijiji!"

The little tits named Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato flapped their wings and slapped their chests, almost knocking themselves down with too much force.

Song Ningqing picked them up and threw them into the air, and saw these two fat little tits, whirring and flying far away, and then disappeared.

Song Ningqing also hurriedly stepped forward, halfway the book "Contemplation of Heavenly Secrets" suddenly jumped out by herself, landed in Song Ningqing's palm, and opened a page.

Words slowly emerged on the snow-white paper:

[On the tenth day of the eighth lunar month of the Inflorescence Year, Xiao Heng went behind the peach blossoms to pick peaches and eat them! 】

[Who would have encountered a monkey who stole the peach and stole the peach!Xiao Heng was furious, unexpectedly! 】

The ink blots stopped suddenly, just like Mr. Storyteller, began to create an atmosphere.Song Ningqing also held her breath, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

Ink reproduction on paper:

[Fight against that peach-stealing monkey for thirty rounds! 】

[When Xiao Heng bent down to pick up a stone, he was pushed hard by the stolen peach monkey! 】

[I fell and ate shit! 】

The ink marks ended here, and Song Ningqing was in a strange mood at this moment, not knowing what to say.

This book will record what happened in the past, so Xiao Heng is now... the state of dog eating shit?

Yeah, it hurts so much.

Song Ningqing thought so, but also felt that Xiao Heng was obviously a monk who had completed the Qi refining period, and it was a bit embarrassing to lose to the monkey in a fight.

The super-shameless Xiao Heng sat on the big rock on the mountainside, his body was covered in dirty mud, glaring angrily at all the rabbits and hamsters who were hiding in the bushes and grass and peeping at him.

The peach-stealing monkey had already run away, and Xiao Heng's stomach made a gurgling sound.

The sun was in the sky, and it was already meal time. He wanted to go back to eat, but his legs and feet were weak.

Xiao Heng, who had lost all thoughts, basked in the scorching sun and stared blankly at the sky until a handful of green lotus leaves covered his head.

Song Ningqing held up the lotus leaf, poked her head out from the side, and smiled at Xiao Heng.

"You are here."

Xiao Heng immediately jumped up, patting the dirt on his body, and wanted to find a place to hide, but the dust piled up more and more, and finally Xiao Heng became angry from embarrassment.

"Why did you come here!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong."

Song Ningqing kindly asked Xiao Heng to sit down on the rock, and he also put down the food box.Take out the still hot eight-treasure duck, wax gourd soup, and japonica rice from the food box.

Xiao Heng was very hungry and was about to eat, but saw that his hands were also dirty.

Song Ningqing took out the handkerchief from his sleeve pocket again, he looked around for water, and a little rabbit spirit jumped over holding the leaves filled with water.

The little rabbit spirit waved its fur claws, pointed at Xiao Heng, and let out a few short screams.

"Ah, you want to send water to Xiao Heng, because he is too fierce, you are a little scared?"

Song Ningqing seemed to understand what the little rabbit spirit was saying, and thanked it, and the little rabbit spirit ran away bouncing around.

The handkerchief was stained with water, Song Ningqing wiped Xiao Heng's hands and face, and took off his coat when it was too dirty, Xiao Heng was finally able to huff and eat.

Seeing Xiao Heng eating well, Song Ningqing also heaved a sigh of relief, as if...he wasn't bullied too much by the peach-stealing monkey.

After eating, Xiao Heng stood up again, and took out a peach from the sleeve pocket of his coat.

"Here you are, I picked it."

This was the first time Xiao Heng gave Song Ningqing something, and Song Ningqing was very moved.

"You don't eat it yourself?"

"Hmph, I'm tired of eating!"

Song Ningqing, who had watched "Contemplation of Heavenly Secrets" and knew Xiao Heng was lying, smiled knowingly.

"What are you laughing at! Ugly!"

Xiao Heng's ears were red, and he walked forward angrily. When he saw the water-carrying rabbit spirit on the side of the road, Song Ningqing pulled him back.

Xiao Heng had been well-bred during this time, and although he was impatient at this time, he knew how to wave to the little rabbit.

"Thank you."

Hearing Xiao Heng's thank you, Little Rabbit Excitedly clapped his two short hands, and ran away chirping.

When she returned to Song Ningqing's courtyard, Song Ningqing boiled water for Xiao Heng to take a bath.Xiao Heng claimed to be an older child and refused to let Song Ningqing take a bath for him, so Song Ningqing had to sit outside the bath room and pay attention to Xiao Heng's movements all the time.

At this time, the "Tianji Contemplation" jumped out again, slowly unfolding the pages.

[On the tenth day of the eighth lunar month of the Inflorescence year, Xiao Heng took a bath by himself for the first time in his life! 】

【He thinks he's smart!However... it doesn't wash! 】

"..."

Song Ningqing, who closed the book, stood up, thought about several explanations, and finally shouted into the bathroom.

"Brother Xiao, senior brother dare not take a bath alone, can you take a bath with me?"

After a long time, a high-spirited voice came from the bathroom.

"Okay, you're stupid, you have to be taken care of."

Fortunately, Song Ningqing reacted slowly, and didn't quite understand the meaning of the irony. She just thought that today's task of taking care of her was finally coming to an end.

After taking a good hot bath, as soon as Xiao Heng went out, he was that white and tender little fairy boy again.

In the evening, Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng recited the "Tai Shang Wang Qing Sutra", until Xiao Heng fell asleep, and Song Ning Qing stopped talking.

The night was cool, Song Ningqing got out of bed and went to the window to close the window, but saw a red meteor streaking across the south, dragging an ominous red mark in the night sky.

Xiao Heng, who was already sound asleep behind him, suddenly let out a shrill cry in his sleep, and the red fairy seal between his eyebrows was as bright red as blood.The little child was deeply in a nightmare, even if Song Ningqing hugged him and recited the "Meditation Sutra" silently, Xiao Heng could only struggle and scream.

"Father! Father!"

The dim light came on, and "Tianji Contemplation" appeared from the void again, and slowly opened a page.

The author has something to say: Xiao Heng: I miss my father.

When you go home, can you also pack up the stupid senior brother?