The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Song Ningqing woke up early in the morning, washed up a bit, turned her head and saw that the door opposite was still closed, thinking that Xiao Heng was still sleeping.He went downstairs alone, Xiao Er served him breakfast graciously.

Song Ningqing was slurping the buns when she saw someone calling him outside the door.

"Yo, little friend! Little friend!"

Song Ningqing turned her head to look, Huang Miaoshan looked at his face, felt that she was right, so she ran up the stairs with a hey smile.

Xiao Er looked at Yan Sheng and bowed his hands to him: "Who is this?"

"Know each other!"

Huang Miaoshan pointed at Song Ningqing, and slid to Song Ningqing's desk.

"Hello, little friend, we meet again!"

"...Ah, you are that fortune-telling Taoist priest."

Song Ningqing recalled for a while, then nodded towards Huang Miaoshan.Huang Miaoshan immediately stroked the two mustaches on his mouth, and smiled to reveal two rows of big white teeth.

"Exactly! Oh, what a coincidence! Are you busy today?" Huang Miaoshan asked.

"...Probably nothing happened." Song Ningqing replied.

"Just right! You seem to be new to Mingyue City, and you probably haven't seen any delicious and fun places here! Let me show you around! No money required!"

Huang Miaoshan poked her head in front of Song Ningqing too enthusiastically, and Song Ningqing leaned back slightly.

"no need."

"You're welcome! I looked at you yesterday, and there seems to be a vicious child with a face that's a bit bigger than yours, and there seems to be a very fashionable mark on his forehead..."

Huang Miaoshan smiled and gestured at the position of his forehead.

"Oh, that's my junior brother."

Song Ningqing put the soy milk bowl in his hand on the table, probably a lot of saliva had been splashed in it.

And... It doesn't mean to be disgusted, Song Ningqing hesitated.

"What about the others? Let's play with him too!" Huang Miaoshan pointed to the Sleepless Palace not far away, "To be honest, it's the little golden boy, I want to talk to him! Your junior brother has great luck !"

Song Ningqing's mouth curled slightly, thinking of something.

"Junior brother is still resting." Song Ningqing stood up and looked at Huang Miaoshan who was stunned. "If you have anything to say, it's the same as what I said."

Is it the same?

Huang Miaoshan's mind was in confusion, suddenly seeing this soft young man staring at him intently, those eyes as soft as spring water made him dare not do anything wrong for a while.

Just talking, won't get into trouble, right?

Huang Miaoshan thought that he only had a few decades left to live, and became hardened for a while.When he walked out of Qixia Residence with Song Ningqing, he also told the guests at the door.

"I went out for a stroll with this fairy head. If the fairy head's younger brother wakes up, tell him that we went to Dianjintong."

Greeting guests again and again, seeing the two walking away, he poked another person who was dozing off beside him.

"A little golden boy... is it really that good?"

"That's not it, it's what you ask for."

The man responded and yawned again.

In the Palace of Sleepless, Xiantong does not need others to serve him, so he is the only one sitting alone in the huge palace.

Heavy curtains blocked the sight of outsiders, and someone kowtowed to express their wishes to him, and the clear and peaceful voice of the fairy boy came from behind the curtain.

"can."

"can."

"can."

Really responsive.The visitor was overjoyed, and wanted to speak again, only to see the vermilion gates behind him open one after another.

"I have a guest today, you go out first and come back in three days."

The man had no choice but to leave slowly and anxiously. When he walked all the way to the gate, he saw a Taoist priest in yellow and a handsome young man in green walking in.

Seeing someone, Song Ningqing turned to the side to let people pass first.After he and Huang Miaoshan entered the vermilion gate with both feet, the gate slammed shut.

"Oh, I forgot to kowtow outside..."

Huang Miaoshan, a false believer, just remembered that there seemed to be something unfinished, and he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

"nothing."

Song Ningqing said, he raised his feet and walked forward, and saw that the palace was covered in white, only the palace pillars were painted red, and beside each palace pillar stood a statue of a fairy holding flowers.

Song Ningqing counted as he walked, and there were 72 statues in total.When he got to the curtain, Huang Miaoshan quickly knelt down on the futon and kowtowed.

"The person you are looking for is still resting, this... this brother came by himself."

There was a moment of silence in the curtain before Xiantong's voice came.

"So, you come forward."

Huang Miaoshan was overjoyed, and immediately got up to brush off his clothes and was about to lift the curtain, but Song Ningqing pressed his shoulder.

"If you go, you will become the No. 70 three fairy statues in this temple."

"what?"

Huang Miaoshan was puzzled, and saw this elegant young man stepping forward, blocking him, not knowing how he did it, the thick and opaque white curtain was broken from the middle like this.

The white curtain slowly fell to the ground, revealing the fairy boy in white sitting on the futon behind him.

The child was about seven or six years old, and he was quiet and elegant, but no matter how good-looking he was, there was nothing strange about it, but Huang Miaoshan pointed at his hair and skin.

"You, are you Baizi?"

Xiantong's hair and skin were as white as snow, only a little red lips were colored, his eyes were tightly closed, and he opened slowly after hearing Huang Miaoshan's words, revealing a pair of rolled eyes.

"Yes."

Xiantong smiled, his eyes seemed to be invisible, but he could accurately focus on Song Ningqing.

"How did the immortal master see it?"

Song Ning looked at the little golden boy quietly, and raised her finger to the nearest stone statue.

"Dozens of statues in the front have been real fossils, but the last one is probably the one with the deepest cultivation, and it let out a breath when I passed by."

"Ah..." Xiantong nodded, looked at the stone statue, raised his right hand slightly, and stretched out his right fingertips, "I said that I always feel a little noisy these days..."

The sword light lit up, and Bai Hong cut off the spell released from the fairy boy's hand.

"Fortunately, I am the one who came today." Song Ningqing stepped forward slowly, "You fairy boy, what do you want from my junior brother after you killed so many people?"

Without waiting for Xiantong to answer, Huang Miaoshan ran out scrambling, shouting mournfully.

"Immortal Master, don't talk to him anymore! Let's go! Let's go! Bai Zi is unknown, he should have been drowned as soon as he was born!"

The vermilion gate was tightly closed, no matter how Huang Miaoshan kicked, beat and pulled, he remained indifferent.

Xiantong seemed to have admired Huang Miaoshan's struggle enough, so he smiled slightly.

"Xiao Heng is a demon, I want to kill him here."

Song Ningqing was shocked, but the "Vision of Heavenly Secrets" in the Lingtai immediately jumped out, and the snow-white pages rattled.

With Qixia in the middle, Song Ningqing thought that Xiao Heng, who was asleep, had already woken up.Kneeling in front of him was a servant dressed in black, with tiny golden dragon patterns embroidered on his sleeves.

"Please go back to sleep alone."

Xiao Jiu knocked his head to the ground, Xiao Heng glanced at him quietly, and stood up.

"I was hunted down by the monster that killed my father, do you want to welcome me back to the lonely bed?"

"Yes."

"Even if I'm underage, do you want to welcome me back to sleep alone?"

"Yes."

Xiao Heng left Xiao Jiu, opened the door of the room, and looked at the empty house in front of him, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Senior brother is gone, I'm going to look for him."