The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

[On the tenth day of the eighth month of the Inflorescence year, Baichuan Jun Xiaolei Yundong Mansion, the catastrophe arrived. 】

Song Ningqing put away "Tianji Contemplation", and then looked at Xiao Heng's situation, and then she knew everything.

Song Ningqing had no other choice but to hold Xiao Heng in her arms and pat him on the back.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Xiao Heng had a nightmare all night, and he felt that he was thrown into the sunless seabed. It was icy and cold. When he was almost out of breath, someone pulled him up and put him into the warm and soft bedding.There was an eloquent voice, chanting "Considering the emptiness is also emptiness, emptiness has nothing to do with emptiness; there is nothing without nothing, nothing without nothing and nothing".

That clear voice protected him until daylight.

When Xiao Heng woke up, the sweaty clothes all over his body had been changed, his whole body was dry, his mouth had a refreshing and sweet smell of medicine, and the high fever on his forehead also subsided.Song Ningqing held his hand, and seeing Xiao Heng finally woke up, she couldn't help but smile.

"are you hungry?"

Xiao Heng clutched the hot fairy seal on his forehead, first shook his head, and finally nodded.

Song Ningqing was afraid that Xiao Heng would not be able to eat, so she fed him porridge with a spoon, and Xiao Heng ate it obediently.After eating, Song Ningqing saw that he blinked a few times, he seemed to be sleepy again, so she asked Xiao Heng to lie down.

Song Ningqing cleaned up the dishes and got up, and was stunned behind her. Song Ningqing turned her head and saw that it was Xiao Heng who reached out and grabbed his clothes.

"what happened?"

Xiao Heng buried his face in the quilt and said softly.

"Thank you."

"Hey."

Hearing Song Ningqing's response, Xiao Heng shrank his hands under the quilt and said nothing.

Song Ningqing washed the dishes, and as soon as she walked into the yard, she saw Patriarch Bai walking in with a little Taoist boy in Tsing Yi outside the gate.

"Master?"

Patriarch Bai looked behind Song Ningqing, and saw that there was no movement, so he nodded in response.

"Did you make a fuss last night?"

"I got a fever at night, talked nonsense for a while, changed my clothes and wiped my body, and gave me some medicine."

Patriarch Bai pondered for a while, then looked to the south.In the distance, there are still large expanses of red blood-like fire clouds, and between the clouds, golden and purple flashes of thunder and thunder can be seen faintly, endlessly.

"When will this calamity be over?" Song Ningqing asked.

"Crossing robbery," Patriarch Bai stroked his white beard, "It depends on people, the sky, and fate. Who can say for sure?"

Patriarch Bai glanced at the little boy in Tsing Yi, who raised the tray in his hand, on which was a brass incense burner with a peach blossom engraved on the burner body.

"If he can't sleep well at night, give him some meditation incense. Poor baby, he's been skinny for the past few months."

Song Ningqing took the incense burner, and waited for Patriarch Bai to sway away before remembering to reply.

"Not thin, but fat?"

With the help of Jingxinxiang, Xiao Heng slept better at night.It's just that he doesn't want to read books and practice calligraphy these days, he just sits in the yard and quietly looks at the southern sky.

Song Ningqing didn't know what to say, so she applied not to go to morning class, so that she could spend more time with Xiao Heng.

The little tits, Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato, who often come to listen to Song Ningqing's lectures in the yard, seem to know that the new fat baby is in a bad mood.He often picked up small flowers on the trees and grasshoppers on the ground, and once caught a hamster spirit to relieve boredom.

The hamster shivered while hugging the sunflower seeds, which finally made Xiao Heng smile a little.

Three days later, Song Ningqing went out to the kitchen, wanting to get some candied date cakes, so as to coax Xiao Heng, who had lost his appetite recently, to eat more.Unexpectedly, as soon as he took the food box, he heard a frightening thunder in the air.

Song Ningqing hurried back, and as soon as she walked into her courtyard, she saw the bright daylight today, covered by thick black clouds. The huge red thunder that split the sky and the earth continued to fall from the clouds, and after a while, there was a torrential rain.

Xiao Heng stood quietly in the yard alone, not moving.

The rain was suddenly heavy, Song Ningqing hurried forward to take Xiao Heng's hand to go back to the house, but Xiao Heng stood firmly on the spot as if he had taken root on the ground.

Song Ningqing was stunned, and hurriedly took an umbrella to protect Xiao Heng from the cold rain.

The heavy bell rang, and the big bell on the top of Taohualuo Mountain was struck ten times. The next moment, countless flying swords carried people into the sky and flew towards the place where the thunder fell.

Song Ningqing raised the paper umbrella painted with pale pink peach blossoms, looked at it for a moment, and then murmured: "It's a sad calamity."

Song Ningqing suddenly felt a little pain in his left hand, and looked down, only to realize that Xiao Heng was squeezing his hand fiercely. Those beautiful eyes had a little water vapor at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fairy seal on his forehead really shed a drop at this moment. Blood comes.

"I want to see my father."

Seeing Xiao Heng's tears, Song Ningqing immediately hugged Xiao Heng, and summoned Fei Jian to chase after him.

"Don't cry, we'll be there soon."

When Song Ningqing arrived, the thunder had stopped, the robbery clouds had dispersed, and the sky had set.On the mountain peak at the crossing robbery, besides the people from Peach Blossom Falling, there were many disciples from other sects. Patriarch Bai and a group of brothers stood on one of the hillsides. The strong wind blew their green clothes and wide sleeves. People make sounds.

Xiao Heng stepped forward step by step, Patriarch Bai moved away, put his hand behind Xiao Heng's back and pushed, Xiao Heng saw a handsome man with white hair hanging down the hillside sitting cross-legged, he looked up at Xiao Heng, and smiled laugh.The beautiful phoenix eyes that were usually bright and introverted fell on Xiao Heng's body, and the eyes were obviously broken.

Xiao Heng ran down the slope. He ran too fast and fell to the ground. Song Ningqing followed Xiao Heng down as if he didn't hear Patriarch Bai's cry, and picked him up and put him in front of Xiao Leiyun.

Xiao Leiyun raised his hand to touch Xiao Heng's soft cheeks, and then touched the top of his head. His throat moved, the veins on his neck bulged, his teeth chattered, his lips and tongue opened tremblingly, and he barely squeezed out of his mouth. Say a word.

"Has grown tall."

Song Ningqing's eyes turned red, but Xiao Heng looked straight at Xiao Leiyun, his expression still, not daring to blink.

Xiao Leiyun seemed to want to say something else, he drew a picture on Xiao Heng's palm with his cold fingers, but he couldn't finish even this tiny movement.

Xiao Heng seemed to understand his unfinished words, and shook Xiao Leiyun's hand vigorously.

"Don't worry, father."

Xiao Leiyun finally showed a satisfied smile, and the drawing finger suddenly froze, and it turned into sand and scattered in Xiao Heng's small palm.

Song Ningqing hugged Xiao Heng tightly in her arms, but didn't dare to cover his eyes.

Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing looked at Xiao Leiyun's body like this, and under the warm sky, inch by inch, it turned into flying ash and dispersed.

Song Ningqing helped Xiao Heng kneel down and said, "Kowtow."

Xiao Heng put his head on the ground and kowtowed three times. When he lifted it up again, he found that Song Ningqing was also kneeling beside him and kowtowed three times.

"I'll take care of him." Song Ningqing stood up straight, looked at the bright sky and said softly.

The brothers of Peach Blossom Fall bowed together with Patriarch Bai, with solemn expressions, and beat the ground with their long sleeves.

Mr. Baichuan is a well-known gentleman in the cultivation world, who hasn't received his favor?

Great virtue and great kindness, what a pity.

A sigh sounded, and just as Song Ningqing pulled Xiao Heng up, he saw several monks in white clothes approaching.The one who walked in the front had a very beautiful appearance, fair complexion, high facial features, high nose and deep eyes, and his eyes were like water. He still had hair, but it was not tied up and hung behind him like this. His white monk shoes stepped on the ground, which made people see He was afraid that the mud would get his feet dirty.

Song Ningqing was wondering who this person was, when the beautiful monk suddenly spoke, his voice was as gentle as spring water.

"Xiaoheng."

Song Ningqing looked over, not knowing whether Xiao Heng should let Xiao Heng talk to him, then saw Xiao Heng respectfully said to the monk: "Master..."

"If you are not used to living in Taohualuo, then come to me."

The monk said again, Xiao Heng shook his head and hugged Song Ningqing's neck tightly.

"I want to follow my brother."

The monk didn't say much, nodded and led the others to recite the Mantra of Rebirth to the place where Xiao Leiyun crossed the catastrophe.

Song Ningqing took Xiao Heng to Patriarch Bai's side, and then asked in a low voice where the monks came from.

Patriarch Bai stroked the beard on his chin, and looked at the monks tucking their fingers into the reincarnation seal: "God ring lotus peak, recruit master."

Among the Buddhist cultivators in the realm of comprehension, only Lianfeng is the most respected.

Forging the body, cultivating the mind, and saving all sentient beings, there was a Lianfeng Buddha cultivator who soared in the sun with great merit, which has become a thousand-year-old legend in the world of comprehension.

This recruiting master is only about two thousand years old, and he is already one of the best in Buddhism.Usually, he would never go down to Lianfeng, but this time, he was willing to come personally for Lord Baichuan to cross the catastrophe.

"Guru Zhaoti is also Leiyun's good friend. I'm afraid he didn't want his son to become a monk, so he sent us here." Patriarch Bai sighed.

Xiao Heng hugged Song Ningqing's neck. He hasn't shed a single tear since just now.Song Ning knew clearly that he was probably hurt so badly that she couldn't even cry.When the people around said "poor baby", Song Ningqing whispered in Xiao Heng's ear, "There is still a brother".

Song Ningqing patted him on the back, and after Taohualuo said goodbye to the surrounding sects, they all boarded the flying sword and left.

The long and melodious sound of Buddha resounded through the heaven and earth. Song Ningqing looked back and saw the monks on the God Ring Lotus Peak pleading piously to the heaven and earth. The strong wind blew their white monk robes. Knot the seal of rebirth.

"I want to find the man who killed my father."

"Father told me to be good, don't worry about other things, but I...how can I ignore it!"

Xiao Heng raised his head, clasped his hands tightly behind Song Ningqing's neck, and whispered in Song Ningqing's ear, his phoenix eyes were gradually filled with red bloodshot eyes, and he looked a little scary.

Until a pair of gentle hands covered his eyes and rubbed him.

"Well, senior brother will help you."

Hearing Song Ningqing's affirmative answer, Xiao Heng smelled the body fragrance of Song Ningqing, which was clean and clear, like the cool air after the rain. He remembered the phrase "I take care of him" that Song Ningqing said before, and his tone was as gentle and powerful as usual.

He finally couldn't help crying loudly, and the tears leaked from Song Ningqing's fingers, as if the anguish and hatred in his life had finally found an outlet.

Song Ningqing thought that Xiao Heng thought of her father again, so she couldn't help hugging him even tighter, comforting him softly.

"Go back and give you candy cakes."

It's just that when Song Ningqing sent Xiao Heng into the house when he went back, he saw "Tianji Contemplation" slowly appearing, and the snow-white pages unfolded immediately.

[Xiao Heng, the son of Xiao Leiyun, after his father passed away, his mind was chaotic, and 300 years later, he became a world-destroying evil spirit. 】

[Piao Miao Sword Master Song Ningqing, destroy it. 】

Song Ningqing looked at the book, her knees softened, and she immediately picked up the firewood placed by the yard wall.

He raised his hand and lit the fire, it was about to burn the book.

The author has something to say: Contemplation of Tianji: The first life crisis of a scholar.