The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

When Xiao Heng returned home, he reluctantly washed up, then fell asleep on the bed.

Although the injuries on his body were healed by Lingyu, his mind still seemed to be exhausted.

Song Ningqing didn't bother him, and exited the room, Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato were huddled next to Xiao Heng's pillow, and she took a soft cloth to make a nest, and fell asleep with Xiao Heng.

As soon as Song Ningqing was about to close the door when he arrived in the yard, he saw the brothers who were passing by bowing their hands at him.

"You formed the alchemy earlier than you, did you secretly drink the Dragon King's blood?"

The brothers were joking, and then sincerely gave the gift box in their hands to Song Ningqing.

"He is very diligent. Some of the disciples who were lazy before, some older than Xiao Heng, are still building foundations. This time they all said that they must work hard."

Song Ningqing took the box, and smelled a tangy and refreshing medicinal fragrance, and knew that it was the medicinal material for cultivating the soul, so she thanked all the brothers and sisters.

One of the brothers pointed to several houses and an open space in front of him.

"Junior brother Xiao is already a golden core. Although he is still small, he can live in a room by himself. There are a few empty rooms in Zhongnanwang in front of your house, which are left by the disciples who have gone down the mountain to settle down. Empty is also empty. It should be Live in Renluo."

"...Yeah," Song Ningqing smiled, "It's so fast."

After delivering the gifts, the seniors also took their leave.Song Ningqing took the gift box into the courtyard, closed the courtyard door, and sat down at the stone table in the courtyard.

He reached out and touched his long hair hanging on his shoulders, and then pulled off the hair tie, and the satin-like long hair poured down like a waterfall. The hair tie in his hand was white.

And in that burst of white light, the hairband that the man tied on him was red.

Who is he?Song Ningqing was thinking, and her eyes wandered to Xiao Heng's room.It is said that when some people cross the catastrophe, they can activate the way of heaven and reverse time.So that person...could it be the grown up Xiao Heng?

"But how did it grow like that?"

Song Ningqing sighed leisurely, she has lost a lot of weight, does she not like to eat anymore?

When the old father, Song Ningqing, was making useless guesses, he suddenly heard the sound of a bird flapping its wings in the air.

Song Ningqing raised her head, and a snow-white skylark carrying a blue cloth bag landed on the stone table and stretched out its wings towards Song Ningqing.

"Senior Brother Qiu asked me to pass the message. Senior Brother Ye Mang woke up after drinking. Do you want to come and see?"

"Naturally."

Song Ningqing went back to her room and filled a small bag of melon seeds for Skylark, and went to drink four by herself.

The skylark flew all the way around Song Ningqing, chattering.

"Our Taohualuo's disciple is generous, and Luo Yuchengshi doesn't even drink his saliva! Sure enough, the richer you are, the more stingy you are!"

"Falling rain becomes poetry?" Song Ningqing looked up at the skylark, "Have you gone to Mu Nanhai?"

"What?" Yunque landed on Song Ningqing's shoulder, and moved her head closer, "Do you know the people over there? Friends?"

"It's not considered a friend." Song Ningqing shook her head and chuckled, "Every time that person sees me, he seems very angry."

Song Ningqing stopped talking, Yunque knew that this person was an ignorant clam shell, even if he could pry it open, there might be nothing inside.

Drinking wine four quickly arrived, the long stone steps on the mountain path are all dressed in snow-white gowns, wide robes and big sleeves to describe the wild brothers.Everyone carried a medicine basket on their backs, and a medicine gourd hung on their waists.

As Song Ningqing walked, he clasped his hands. The older senior brothers were very fatherly, grasping Song Ningqing's hand to get a pulse, shaking their heads, grabbed a handful of medicine from the gourd and gave it to him.

"Your disease needs to be cured."

"What's wrong?"

Song Ningqing asked blankly, but saw that the other party went down the mountain without looking back.Song Ningqing raised her hand and smelled it, and smelled the scent of chamomile and fen in it, so she couldn't help but look at the skylark on her shoulder.

"Am I going to get angry?"

"Who knows!" Yunque rolled his eyes, "These crazy pharmacists secretly replaced my melon seed bag with honeysuckle last time, saying that I'm going to get angry!"

Song Ningqing laughed, rubbed Yunque's head with her index finger, and continued to walk up.

When they reached the top of the mountain, Qiu Huaping was already waiting there.

"Ye Mang is inside."

"how is he?"

Song Ningqing pointed to her wrist, and Qiu Huaping smiled contentedly.

"If you can pick it up within a month, what is it?"

"That's good."

Song Ningqing nodded, but Qiu Huaping pointed at her brain helplessly.

"It's just that I accidentally gave him some mushrooms, he's too energetic now..."

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of unrestrained laughter interrupted Qiu Huaping's words, Song Ningqing lifted the gauze curtain outside the house and looked inside.Ye Mang had already sat up on the bed in her pajamas, and was fishing for the small whitebait raised in the medicine pond with a self-made fishing rod.

"That's for sick people!"

Qiu Huaping stepped forward breathlessly, took the fishing rod away, and hid it in the corner of the wall.

"I'm a patient too!" Ye Mang muttered.

"You're ready!" Qiu Huaping looked at Song Ningqing, "Take him away!"

Only then did Ye Mang see Song Ningqing, and waved at him.

"Oh, Ning Qing, long time no see, how are you?"

"It's okay, okay, how about you? Where's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Ye Mang slapped his chest hard, and the sound was booming.

"I'm fine! Osmanthus cake... Osmanthus cake is eating osmanthus cake!"

"what?!"

Song Ningqing followed Ye Mang's line of sight and looked down. There was a small tea table in front of the hospital bed.There was a porcelain plate on the coffee table, and on the plate were three light yellow osmanthus cakes, and a little hamster hugging an osmanthus cake that was about the same size as him, eating non-stop.

As if sensing Song Ningqing's gaze, the little hamster turned around its fluffy body and waved its little paw at Song Ningqing.

"Chichi! Haha!"

Song Ningqing nodded, but saw Ye Mang jumping up again, trying to catch the whitebait in the pond.

...What kind of mushroom does Ye Mang eat too much?

Song Ningqing looked bewildered, and together with Qiu Huaping, asked Ye Mang to put on his clothes and bring his sword, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was also picked up and placed on Ye Mang's shoulder.

"let's go."

"So fast? How big am I?" Ye Mang couldn't help turning his head.

"very good!"

Qiu Huaping shouted angrily and pulled down the gauze curtain.Ye Mang smiled lightly and patted Song Ningqing on the shoulder.

"You see, this man gets angry easily when he gets old."

Song Ningqing thought for a while, and stuffed the dick she just got into Ye Mang's hands.

"Eat some too."

Ye Mang stuffed the pill into his mouth like eating jelly beans, and then went down the mountain with Song Ningqing, but he was not in shape when he walked, shaking and shaking.

"I heard that the osmanthus cake brought back a demon, and you were the ones who repelled it." Ye Mang asked softly.

"It's not us, it's Master's sword intent and senior Chilong on the mountain..."

"And thank you for not killing it on the spot."

Ye Mang pointed at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake lying on his shoulder, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake immediately got up and bowed to Song Ningqing.

"It's not the sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."

"It was me who was wrong." Ye Mang suppressed the sloppy smile before, and tightened the long sword on his back, "I want to leave Taohualuo and go to the border."

"Ah? But you just came back..." Song Ningqing asked to stay.

"Yes, but the other brothers are still there, so I can't go alone."

Ye Mang grabbed the osmanthus cake with one hand. The osmanthus cake seemed to know Ye Mang's intentions, and hugged Ye Mang's thumb tightly, and the fluff stood on end with anger.

"jijiji!"

Seeing this, Song Ningqing shook her head: "Osmanthus cake has been with you for the longest time, how can you take a step away from you?"

"Oh, you clingy one."

Ye Mang had no choice but to let go, and saw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake jumping onto Ye Mang's head immediately, wrapped herself into a ball with a hair band, and lay motionless.

"Thanks to it coming all the way to ask for help this time, it won't let you die easily." Song Ningqing said.

"I know... just go to the border again, if the monster comes out again, I think I can recognize it."

"Ok?"

"I also told Master that the monster was wearing human skin, and I didn't notice anything wrong with its anger. When he suddenly made trouble, it would be too late."

Ye Mang took a few steps forward, turned around and cupped his hands at Song Ningqing.

"I am leaving."

Song Ningqing also cupped her hands towards him, and when she raised her head again, she saw Ye Mang flying out of the peach blossom with a free and easy face.

A youthful voice sang in the air:

"Who ever dreamed, who ever spoke wildly, who ever traveled every day."

"I once dreamed, I once spoke wildly, but I was defeated by a demon and a sword."

"A madman doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the world of mortals."

"Once I wake up from the dream, look around...he, he, he, is an ordinary person..."

Other senior brothers passed by on the road, and they thought it was very unpleasant, so they covered their ears.

"Have you ever learned the rhythm enlightenment, what is this singing?"

The little monkey boy who was following the senior brother to serve the qin also immediately put the qin under his arm, covered his ears with his hands, and made a helpless expression.

To rap...it's more like getting mad and whining.

Song Ningqing smiled, then raised her feet and walked home.

However, when Song Ningqing returned to the door of his house, he saw two little Taoist boys wearing blue Taoist uniforms and buns hiding on the stone steps of his house.

"You are?"

Seeing the visitor, Fu Cui and Yao Han immediately stood up and bowed to Song Ningqing.

"Senior Brother Song."

"Oh... I seem to have seen it at the mountain gate. It's called Fu Cui... Yao Han, right?"

Fu Cui and Yao Han nodded, and saw Song Ningqing squatting down, at eye level with them, and said with a smile.

"Is there a problem?"

"Well……"

Fu Cui hesitated and didn't know how to speak, while Yao Han handed the small basket behind him to Song Ningqing.

"This is the peaches and medicinal herbs that Fu Cui and I picked on the mountain, as well as the scriptures I bought with other senior brothers, for...for Senior Brother Xiao."

"ah."

Song Ningqing exclaimed softly, and took it from Yao Han's hand.Fu Cui also seemed to gather some courage, and said to Song Ning.

"Senior brother Xiao will bring us snacks and picture books every time he comes back from training. We gave him this. I hope he gets better soon. I... I will also form alchemy at the age of 13 like him!"

"impossible."

Yao Han complained mercilessly, and Fu Cui was so angry that he punched him with the flesh, but Yao Han was so agile that Fu Cui could not beat him at all.

Seeing the two little boys running down the mountain laughing and joking, Song Ningqing softened her expression and gently pushed the door open to enter.

Xiao Heng had already woken up and was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.

"Did you hear that? Why didn't you open the door?" Song Ningqing asked.

"...Before, it was just a matter of course."

Xiao Heng said indifferently, but his white jade-like ears turned red.

Song Ningqing handed the basket to Xiao Heng.

"Accept it, people's kindness is more precious than anything else."

"...It doesn't look like a senior brother to say such reasonable words."

As Xiao Heng said, Song Ningqing smiled.Seeing Song Ningqing's smile, Xiao Heng felt like a butterfly's wings were beating in his stomach, and he felt a little hot and itchy.

"Senior brother, you..."

Before Xiao Heng finished speaking, another skylark with a red ribbon tied around its neck flew up in the air, opening its mouth to say a series of words.

"The man who turns the rain into poetry lives a hundred miles away in Mingyue City, and needs someone to pick him up!"

"Who's going to pick it up?" Song Ningqing asked.

"Master said, the young master over there asked you to go by name!"

Yunque replied loudly, but Xiao Heng's face had already sunk.