The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Bai Hong moved in Song Ningqing's hand, and Song Ningqing regained consciousness from deep meditation.

It's just that Bai Hong faintly asked in his hand: Draw the sword, draw the sword, draw the sword?

Song Ningqing laughed, put Bai Hong back on her back, and buckled it with her sword belt.

"Not now." Song Ningqing reassured.

Song Ningqing sat cross-legged near Xiao Heng, watching Xiao Heng settle down.Rabbit monkeys and hamsters who patrolled the field to deliver food boxes saw Song Ningqing and opened the food box and gave him a fried cake.

"I didn't want to buy it?"

"Chiu Mi!"

The rabbit carrying the cloth bag first shook his head helplessly, then waved his hand very generously, and made a movement of his three-petal mouth, which means "send you off"!

"Hey, thank you, I will definitely take care of your business next time."

Song Ningqing smiled slightly, and saw the group of small animals running away bouncing around, and immediately blocked the way for anyone passing by to let the other party spend a fortune.

"Tianji Visualization guessed that Xiao Heng would be in meditation for three days, and it really was three days.

It's just that Song Ningqing didn't expect that three days later... Xiao Heng would form a pill.

No matter how clamoring "Tianji Contemplation" said, Song Ningqing only thought about how to arrange Xiao Heng.

It's too late to move back home or somewhere in the cave, Song Ningqing draws a white rainbow to draw a boundary line, please come around or study or watch or just have nothing to do, all brothers and sisters, step back, so as not to be hit by the robbery.

But there was still a person standing nearby, Song Ningqing thought about it, and walked over.

"Master A Miao...brother."

A Miao folded her hands in her sleeves and looked up at Xiao Heng who was still in meditation.

There are already dark clouds in the sky here, and more dark clouds are gathering here in the distance. Presumably after three quarters, thunder will start to burst.If it succeeds in crossing the catastrophe, it will trigger the spiritual rain. If it fails, it will return to the foundation building at least, or lose its life at worst.

"Is he still young, can he do it so early?" A Miao asked lightly.

"...I also think it's too early, but he completed the foundation a year ago, and he has always been smart, so it's unknown if he has gained some insights from the experience at the foot of the mountain."

Song Ningqing stood in front of A Miao, turned around to get out of the way, and smiled politely at A Miao.

"Senior brother, move back a little bit, the tribulation thunder will come after a while."

A Miao then walked on the path Song Ningqing gave way to, but deliberately stopped for a while when she passed in front of him.

"I stood there on purpose, waiting for you to come and talk to me."

Seeing Song Ningqing didn't know how to reply, A Miao smiled and walked forward again.

"cute."

Song Ningqing understood it completely now, he remembered reading the storybook with his seniors before, and there were some bullies in the stories in the storybook, that's what they said.

"Little lady is so cute, come with me."

Song Ningqing shuddered, and continued to ask the surrounding fellow disciples to stay a little further away.

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato flew over worriedly because they hadn't been home for a few days, and sure enough, they saw that worrying little fat...was about to form a pill? !

"Twitter~" It was earlier than Ningqing's time~

"Twitter!" Yes!

Two fat little tits landed on Song Ningqing's shoulders and chirped at Song Ningqing.

"Well, yes, Xiao Heng is about to form a pill. Huh? I didn't give him anything wrong. It's because he has reached his realm and mood, so he will naturally pass the tribulation."

Song Ningqing explained to the two little tits little by little, and then the little sweet potato nodded chirping, looked at Xiao Heng in the distance, and waved its wings together with the fat potato.

This is what "Come on, come on, come on" means.

Song Ningqing's face was calm, but her hands covered by her long sleeves were tightly clenched.Why was he more flustered than the first time he formed alchemy? How did he form alchemy when he was 15 years old?

It's been a long time, and he actually forgot...

It was vaguely like when he saw a crane fighting with a snake in a spring in the mountain behind the peach blossoms, he suddenly felt the suffering of this creature.

People who are cultivating immortals are like cranes and snakes. One tries to step it into the soil, while the other struggles to wind up and win the round.

Song Ningqing had a thought in his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, the surrounding flat ground was struck by lightning and turned into scorched earth.

Patriarch Bai was sitting on a boulder not far away, holding the crane and snake in his hands, spreading them out for Song Ning to see clearly.

"As soon as you called the thunder, these two little things were frightened. There are many creatures in the mountains, and the smart ones ran away long ago. They just wanted to see if you were killed."

"Master."

Song Ning Qingchao Patriarch Bai bowed his hands, and saw Patriarch Bai put down the crane and snake, out of Da Neng's control, they couldn't help but fight immediately.

"This is the law of nature, but if you are willing to fight, it may not be impossible."

Patriarch Bai walked up to Song Ningqing, looked at this talented young man, and patted him on the shoulder.

"After passing the Golden Core, you will be an adult. Let's move out of the quiet room today and find a place to live in the mountains."

"Yes," Song Ningqing thought for a while, "I will miss you."

"Oh! You stupid baby! You can't even speak!" Patriarch Bai patted the top of Song Ningqing's head angrily, "I don't think Master will come and see! I'm not dead yet!"

Song Ningqing couldn't help laughing when she saw Patriarch Bai blowing his beard and staring.

"But how did you get there?"

Song Ningqing muttered to herself, but still didn't remember.It feels... so fast.

He looked up at the sky, and the sky was already covered with dark clouds, with purple thunder and lightning faintly shuttled through the clouds.The wind blew, and Song Ningqing's white hairband was blown high, Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato quickly burrowed into Song Ningqing's skirt, so as not to be blown away.

There are bursts of muffled thunder, which can be seen from as far away as Tingdao Mountain.

Patriarch Bai poked his head out and let out a laugh.

"You see, my apprentice is really talented. He is a golden core at the age of 13."

"Haven't started crossing the tribulation yet, why are you talking so much?"

Su Jiangxian lit the chessboard, signaling Patriarch Bai to play quickly.

Patriarch Bai looked at the unspeakable stinky chess again, speechless for a moment.

"It's a big deal, I'll beat Lei back."

He dropped a piece, raised his hand again and picked up a total of fifteen pieces of Su Jiangxian.

Su Jiangxian wanted to lift the chessboard.

"Nine-tenths of the sects in the world have sent replies, and the remaining one-tenth..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Patriarch Bai quickly changed the subject and pointed to the lark sleeping in the nest beside him.

"For the rest, I said that I need to send someone to look at the boundary seam, and then send someone to talk to me before I can decide what to do."

"Hmph! Looking for something to do! Those people are either out of their minds, or they are afraid that your peach blossoms will fall like you used to resist demons and order the world. Such a prestige, people who are greedy for power will naturally want it."

"... Alas," Patriarch Bai waved his hand helplessly, "If you want to help, you can help. Even without them, there are enough people to do all kinds of magic tricks. At worst, I will call those prodigal sons who go out and never go home to come back and let us go together." Please help."

Su Jiangxian listened quietly, moved his hands lightly, and was beaten by Patriarch Bai.

"No cheating!"

"I haven't moved yet!"

Immortal Su Jiang stared, but within a few words, the first thunder had already fallen in the dark clouds below the mountain.

It was Song Ningqing's first time to watch others cross the thunder calamity, but she didn't know that it was such a battle.

The purple thunder and lightning hit Xiao Heng's small body one after another like a dragon and a snake. The clothes on his body were not magic weapons for defense. Even with the protective aura, they were quickly scorched black by the thunder and lightning.

It's just that Xiao Heng was very stubborn, no matter how painful it was, he only bit his lower lip tightly, and refused to even groan, let alone ask for help.

Song Ningqing frowned, counting the number of times carefully, the senior brothers who were watching from the side couldn't bear it.

"Oh, don't count, Junior Brother Song, it's like hitting me."

Song Ningqing thought, isn't it the same as hitting herself?How many thunders are there? Even if this is a child, cut less?

When Song Ningqing was anxious, the falling thunder and lightning stopped suddenly.Dark clouds billowed in the sky, and the brothers who had seen many thunder calamities shouted, "The last one is here!"!

Song Ningqing couldn't help but took two steps forward, and saw a thunderbolt shooting towards Xiao Heng like a sharp sword!The sky and the earth in all directions were brightly illuminated by the last thunder. In the dazzling white light, Song Ningqing heard the sound of the thunder falling to the ground.

"Xiao Heng!"

Song Ningqing couldn't help shouting, but saw a faint figure walking towards Song Ningqing in the white light.He was born extremely tall, dressed in black clothes with dragon patterns, very dignified.Her long black hair was tied up high by a red headband, and half of her face was covered with a mask, covering her eyes and nose. Only the lower half of her face was exposed, and her contours were already handsome, with her two beautifully shaped thin lips gently pursed.

This stern king-like man slowly walked up to Song Ningqing's eyes. Because the white light was so bright, Song Ningqing could only squint his eyes slightly, watching the phantom reach out to him, and tie a red hair on his head... bring.

"You dropped something."

The man's voice is deep and elegant, like an old qin.He stretched out his hand and stroked Song Ningqing's long hair that fell on his shoulders, and sighed softly.

"...Who are you?" Song Ningqing asked.

The man laughed softly, and looked at Song Ningqing for a long time, and then the figure gradually moved away in the dazzling white light until it disappeared.

The white light suddenly dissipated, and Song Ningqing found himself on the ring. There was a sweet and slightly astringent smell in the air, and a little cold rain fell between his eyebrows.

... It's raining spirits.

Song Ningqing had no time to think about who the phantom was just now, and quickly looked down. Xiao Heng fell to the ground, and the cracked and scorched skin on his body was slowly healing after being poured by spiritual rain.

"Xiao Heng! Xiao Heng!"

Song Ningqing knelt down on the ground, bent down and patted Xiao Heng's cheek lightly.

Xiao Heng slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold Song Ningqing's hand on his cheek, it was soft and warm.

"I couldn't find you, I was so scared that Lei Jie almost couldn't survive."

"Then I heard you call me, and I woke up."

"Brother is here." Song Ningqing said softly.

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato also jumped out from Song Ningqing's skirt, squeezed into Xiao Heng's neck, warmed him up, and chirped, as if praising Xiao Heng for his job well done.

Xiao Heng immediately waved impatiently.

"Oh, it's itchy! I've already said it's itchy, why are you still here?!"

A Miao, who was standing not far away, looked at the scene of the two senior brothers loving each other, turned around and left with a wave of her sleeves, sighing softly.

"...What is this called?"