The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

What kind of sect is Falling Rain into Poetry?Those who don't know much, only know that the other party is rich, and those who know a little more, also know that they not only cultivate immortality, but also like it, and some even go to the imperial examination and become a prime minister in the mortal world.

The only ones who know the basics are Taohualuo and Beiqingluo, the old school who cut off the ladder with Taohualuo's ancestor and went to the world of mortals together.

In the beginning, the patriarch who fell in peach blossoms invited Xibiejuan, the real gentleman of Xibiejuan, who was born in the rain into poetry, to occupy a hilltop together. Anyway, Xibiejuan was lonely and did not accept disciples. How lively everyone was next to each other.Xibie scrolled left and right to look at the bare mountain top at that time, then pinched his fingers and said, ugly, or not.

So Zhenjun Xi traveled all over the mortal world, left him to live long, fly fast, and see the world in a few years.

But Xibiejuan still didn't find his favorite place, he has too many, and his biggest hobby is to sit and think about romantic and sad things.He was really tired after being forced to move for so long this time.

Xi Biejuan sits on a high mountain in the south, watching the flying cranes, and the bobcats occasionally jumping around the tall treetops, seeing the setting sun, reflecting the earth as if scattered all over the ground broken gold.

He suddenly had a feeling, and started to paint on the ground.Under a round of red sun, there is a vast and endless sea with blue waves, and there are all kinds of ghosts, monsters, fishes, and magical creatures in the sea.

Under the vast sea, there is a vermilion pavilion as exquisite and detailed as a fairy palace, with scattered heights, and as vast as an underwater city.

After Xibie Scroll finished painting, he smiled and threw the scroll down the mountain.When the scroll fell to the ground, endless sea water gushed out suddenly, and the originally barren, dry, and empty land was soaked by this sea water layer by layer.The seawater moistens the soil, and the layers rise up, forming a picturesque blue sea at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the changes in the blue sea haven't stopped yet, swimming fish, sea shrimp, red clam and giant crab all of a sudden gushed out of the turbulent sea water, and then they were swallowed up by the Dragon King Whale and all kinds of beasts lurking in the bottom.

A new sea is born in the mortal world, and vitality is promoted, and the heavens send rain on the stream.

Xibiejuan saw the spiritual rain falling into the sea, pouring real power into it. Originally, the spiritual power in his writing could only gather the sea. Today, Dao Yusheng, he saw the sea fog floating, creating countless mirages of Qionglou Yuyu.There are flying birds and wild apes screaming in the forest, sharks holding pearls and singing, the sea is divided into two, and a sea dragon slowly rises with a vermilion pavilion like an underwater city on its back.

Xibiejuan laughed loudly, at this time there are not many living beings in the mortal world, everyone can hear his voice transmission.

"I painted scrolls into the sea at the southernmost end of the mortal world, and the heavens rained rain on the blue sea. It was like a poem and a painting, and I thought it was very beautiful. Therefore, I decided to build a school here, called——Poetry from falling rain."

Peach Blossom Falling Patriarch was still squatting on the top of the hill waiting for the peach blossom trees to germinate, when he heard that the Xibiejuan and even the sea had been built, he couldn't help clapping his hands and sighing.

"There are so many talents."

Although the two factions are far apart, the friendship between them will not be weakened.As the number of disciples of the two factions increases, they will always send people to each other. Because the rain has become poetry, the South Sea is surrounded by countless pearls and silks. This wealth accumulates over time and becomes more and more extensive.

Some emperors in the world mistakenly think that the rain that makes poetry is the legendary place of immortality, and they keep sending people there to search for immortals and ask for medicine, and every time those people come back, they can't say a word, wandering around in the sea For several months, I was chased by monsters and sea monsters, and I heard the fairy voice in a daze: "Don't bother me, I won't live forever, there is no medicine."

The emperor sighed, saying that immortals are useless.

The day after I said this, it was the palace examination, and the number one scholar was deeply loved by the emperor.Then the number one scholar was promoted all the way, from the official to the prime minister, helping the emperor to achieve hegemony.

After the emperor was drunk, he praised the prime minister as the most capable person in the ages, but the prime minister said softly: Then you said before that people are incapable.

The emperor was startled. After waking up from the wine, the unpredictable prime minister had disappeared.

The patriarch of Taohualuo said: They are all very popular.

It is better to have a strong temperament than to have a strong temperament. Even if Xibiejuan is in the human world, he will ascend earlier than the people above the sea of ​​clouds outside the sky.

Before leaving, he went to Taohualuo to meet the patriarch.

"Su Tao, according to your cultivation and state of mind, you should be the first among us to ascend to the upper realm."

Peach Blossom Falling Patriarch Su Tao Jun laughed.

"But I'm greedy for the world, and I don't want to fly up."

The two bid farewell, and five years later, Xibie rolled over and ascended. 300 years later, Mr. Su Tao drank wine and went to the border of the Demon Realm to kill the escaped monsters. He flicked the sword with his fingers, and the sound of the sword went straight to the sky.

After many years of revenge, the heaven and the earth will dissolve.

The contact between Taohualuo and Luoyuchengshi has been infrequent since then, but the friendship is still there.It's just that there are too many people, and their ideas are naturally different from those of the peach blossoms.

The young disciples were a little uncomfortable with each other.In Patriarch Bai's generation, the study of piano, chess and painting is no less than that of Luo Yucheng's poems. Seeing that the other party always looks like I am the best, I can't help being angry.

We'll still fight!Disciple Taohualuo argues and quarrels, but he doesn't like to talk to each other.

It's just that from time to time there is something, and the two sides will still contact each other.

When Song Ningqing was old, Patriarch Bai took him to live in Luoyu Chengshi in Mu Nanhai for a while.

Luo Yuchengshi's second-generation master was the child Xi Biejuan had with a mortal woman back then. This child was very promising, and after his father, Xi Biejuan, ascended a thousand years later, he also ascended.

However, the children were left behind.

This generation has been passed down from descendants to grandchildren, and how many generations it will be until Song Ningqing, Patriarch Bai can't remember clearly.

"Anyway, they are all surnamed Xi. It's also troublesome. I heard that the young master of this generation doesn't like to meet strangers."

Patriarch Bai brought Song Ningqing to Luoyuchengshi, and Song Ningqing couldn't help being dumbfounded when he saw this magnificent spectacle.Patriarch Bai forcibly covered his mouth and taught him a soft lesson.

"If you haven't seen the world, you have to pretend."

Song Ningqing closed her mouth, but her round eyes couldn't help but look around.

The master and the city lord who made poems in the rain, this generation of Xi Huaigu went to discuss things, basically they asked each other if they had any difficulties, gave each other special products from each family, and then compared paintings if they had time.

Song Ningqing felt sleepy while sitting, and it was already time for him to take a nap.Patriarch Bai didn't notice, the handsome and graceful Xi City Lord smiled and asked the maid to take him down to rest.

Song Ningqing followed the maid obediently, but the maid temporarily had to take two steps to get the incense burner, so that Song Ningqing could sleep comfortably.

"Can you wait for a while? The servant will return immediately."

The maid sister left in a hurry, and Song Ningqing didn't think of answering until after she left.

"Well, yes, I can actually sleep without an incense burner."

But the maid had gone far away, and Song Ningqing's voice could not be heard at all.

Song Ningqing blew on the stone steps on the side of the road, then dusted them off with her hand, and sat obediently on the stone steps to wait for someone.There are still some flowers and plants growing beside the stone steps, and some emerald green leaves are still falling on the ground.Song Ningqing looked left and right, picked up the fallen leaves, and tried to roll and fold them into some small animals, but he was always clumsy and couldn't fold them at all, so he had to hold the leaves and blow them.

As soon as the leaf moved, it fell to the feet of a half-grown boy not far away.

This young man was born like a pile of snow, with exquisite eyebrows that are difficult to describe with pen and ink, with a natural cold face, upright figure, straight back, wearing a satin white dress embroidered with cranes and spirit grass, he looks full of nobility.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked.

"... Blow the leaves and play."

Song Ningqing put her hands on her knees and answered obediently.

The boy was silent for a while when he heard the answer, then asked again.

"Are you Taohualuo's disciple?"

"Yes!" Song Ningqing looked at the boy with a smile, "Who is brother?"

The young man didn't answer, he looked at Song Ningqing for a while, and then stepped forward to pull Song Ningqing up.

"Who brought you here?"

"I'm sleepy, my sister said to take me to rest. But she wants to get incense, so let me wait."

Hearing this, the boy's face became even more serious, and he pulled Song Ningqing up and walked to another corridor.Song Ningqing turned her head while walking, and wanted to break away from the young man's hand. He had already promised the maid sister that he would stay there and wait.

"Come on."

The young man said in a deep voice, seeing that Song Ningqing was still hesitating.

"I am the young master here, and no one here dare not listen to me!"

Ah... So this is the young master that Master said he didn't like to see strangers.

The young master brought Song Ningqing into a room, and Song Ningqing was dazzled by the sight. The rare treasures that countless children had never seen before, and had never even thought about, were just casually placed in the room.Before entering the house, there is a whole pair of doors made of fish bones and colorful clam shells.

"...Is it Dragon Palace?" Song Ningqing asked.

The young man shook his head and let Song Ningqing sleep on the cloud bed made of clouds and mist collected from unknown where. Song Ningqing looked around curiously and touched it with his hands.

Feeling that although it is very similar to cotton, it is much softer than that, Song Ningqing wanted to climb to the top of the cloud and mist to have a look, but was stared at by the boy.

Song Ningqing lay down obediently and covered herself with the quilt.

After that, Song Ningqing stared at the young man, and finally Song Ningqing scratched his head.

"Brother, I don't need anyone to watch me when I sleep."

The boy stood up, put down the gauze, and walked out of the room by himself.

When Song Ning woke up, Patriarch Bai was already holding him on Yujian's way back to Taohualuo.Seeing that Song Ning was awake, she couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, you are so bold."

"Master, are we going home?" Song Ningqing asked.

"You still want to stay in Luo Yu Cheng Shi, but be their disciple?"

"No, I didn't even say goodbye to that...brother, that young master."

Song Ningqing thought about it, and always felt that this was wrong.

"Co-author someone to take care of you, and you don't even know their name?"

"do not know."

Song Ningqing answered obediently, and saw Patriarch Bai flicking his forehead with his fingers.

"His name is...Xi Qianzhong."

Song Ningqing listened, raised her hand and drew a bit, and seeing that Patriarch Bai was sure, she nodded seriously.

"See you next time, I want to thank you."

"Good boy." Patriarch Bai praised.

It's just that after Song Ningqing went to Luoyu Chengshi again, the young master Xi Qianchongxi didn't have so much time to see him. Although he wasn't free, he liked to give Song Ningqing some ingenious toys.

I heard that after Song Ningqing went back last time, Xi Qianzhong said to his father: Peach blossoms are really poor, and the baby can only play with leaves.

Song Ningqing was taken care of by Xi Qianzhong in this way, until Song Ningqing met again when she was 12 years old.

Xi Qianzhong was wearing the snow-white fox fur that the servants paid tribute to, and walked slowly on the long trail.Song Ningqing was ordered by his master to go out to play, so he obediently came out with his sword and found an open space to practice sword.

The 12-year-old Song Ningqing is already a very elegant boy. When he heard footsteps behind him, he turned his head away. When he saw the familiar face, he shouted like a child.

"elder brother!"

Xi Qianzhong held a folding fan in his hand and tapped his palm lightly, like a memory.

"So it's you, you've grown up."

Seeing Song Ningqing approaching, Xi Qianzhong took a step back for some reason, and opened his folding fan to cover half of his face, revealing only the eyebrows and eyes drawn in ink.

"Stay still, don't come over."

Song Ningqing didn't go there, Xi Qianzhong turned and left.After that, Xi Qianzhong would occasionally send some invitations to Song Ningqing, saying that they were invited to appreciate paintings or write poems together.

But Song Ningqing was not very interested in these things, so she answered all of them: Thank you, I won't go.

This seemed to have annoyed Xi Qianzhong, and every time Song Ningqing came to write poems in the rain, Xi Qianzhong would definitely slap her face and think of something difficult, but Song Ningqing couldn't read the winks and didn't care.

It's just that the title has changed from the previous "brother" to "young master".

The last time, Xi Qianzhong sent someone to send a piece of emerald jade leaves, saying that they would come to enjoy the flowers together, but Song Ningqing wanted to go back to Peach Blossoms with Patriarch Bai, but she still refused.

That seems to have completely angered Xi Qianzhong, so until now, they no longer have any contact.

"So that's how senior brother and that young master met."

Song Ningqing took a sip of tea, smiled happily, and said to Xiao Heng.

...is this nothing? !

Xiao Heng sneered, if Cheng Liuzhi was here, I'm afraid that the stories of the idiots and resentments in the two storybooks have all been written!

"Brother, how about I go with you this time."

"Okay, how easy it is for people to do things."

Song Ningqing smiled and said, after thinking about it, she took Bai Hong and got up.

"Mingyue City is a little far away, let's go now."