The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Song Ningqing calmed down and looked at the fairy boy who was as stable as Mount Tai in front of him. Bai Hong slowly lifted up. This movement seemed extremely slow, but in an instant, the tip of the sword pierced through the air and touched the fairy boy's forehead.

But the tip of the sword can only stop at this step. The tip of the sword seems to be blocked by some invisible barrier. Song Ningqing looked forward along the tip of the sword, and a little black devilish energy spread lightly on Xiantong's forehead like a fan.

Song Ningqing sighed in her heart, her eyes met the fairy boy's pupils, and there seemed to be a little red light flashing in her strangely rolled eyes. , but the scenery has changed before my eyes.

In a fisherman's house by the Tranquil River, there was a scream of a pregnant woman. The scream lasted for a while before it subsided.Then there was a man's angry shout.

"Unknown! Monster!"

The door of the fisherman's house opened, and a man angrily grabbed a swaddle and ran out the door, then made a gesture to throw the swaddle into the river.Only at the last moment, the man stopped and picked up a wooden basin on the bank, put the swaddle in it, and pushed it into the river.

Until watching the small wooden basin go away with the waves of the river, a woman in a toga in the fisherman's family cried and pushed the door and crawled out, watching the river stretch out her hands to scratch.

"My boy, my boy—"

The man closed his eyes, turned around and dragged the woman back into the house, comforting her harshly.

"There will be children in the future, and there will be..."

On the river, above the wooden basin, a baby with pale skin was holding two small fists and crying, but his voice was too small, in the sound of the waves, no one could hear it.

After an unknown amount of time, an old woodcutter slowly descended the mountain singing folk songs.

The sky was overcast, the river was surging, the old woodcutter thought of the old woman waiting at home, he couldn't help but stop, and wanted to bring her a fish back, but with a long stick, he picked up the small wooden basin.

"Ah, who is so heartless?"

The old woodcutter picked up the tub and saw that there was still a small baby lying in it. He couldn't help but turn pale with fright. He hurriedly took the baby home.The old lady who was lighting a lamp at home wanted to make fun of the woodcutter when she saw the woodcutter, but the woodcutter handed her the wooden basin.

"Look at this doll, is there any help?"

The old woman's eyes were better than the old woodcutter's, and even in this light, she could tell that the baby was a white child.When she took the child out, she only dared to wipe the head, face and body with hot water, then wrapped it with soft cotton cloth, and then wrapped it with a layer of thick cloth. When the baby started crying again, she knew that he had warmed up.

After the old woodcutter boiled the water, he went next door to borrow a bowl of rice soup to feed the poor doll.Seeing that he could drink tons of tons, he was relieved.

"Fortunately, I thought of fishing today."

The old woodcutter touched the doll's tender face and felt that his rough hands would hurt him.

"Let's raise him. Those words... I don't believe it."

The old woman said that she only laughed when she saw the old woodcutter nodding her head.She had no children after marriage, and lived until she was sixty, thinking that the old man would not dislike her, so let's go on like this.But today a doll suddenly came, it was unknown what it was, it was a great gift from God to them.

This Baizi grew up in this small village like this. At first, the neighbors were worried that his unknown would ruin everyone's luck.It can be seen that this doll learned to speak quickly at a young age, and would help grandma pour water when she was able to walk, so she couldn't help but feel that she was a good boy.

When the baby was three years old, his grandparents felt that the child was finally taken care of, so they decided to give him a name.

"I'll just call you Shuisheng, okay?"

"it is good!"

Shui Sheng complied, opened his eyes, which he refused to open easily in front of others, and smiled with crooked brows.

It's just that Shuisheng didn't dare to tell his grandparents, although they always said that Shuisheng was just an ordinary doll, but Shuisheng asked when he was playing with other children, and no one could fall asleep.

Shuisheng visited the dreams of many people at night, knowing who had good dreams and who had bad dreams, who was good and who had bad intentions.He can even change dreams so that people can feel that they have really done these things after waking up from the dream.

He instinctively felt that this matter should not be told to others, otherwise why would his own parents throw him away?

It's just that when Shui grew up to be seven years old, war broke out in the world.Even this small village has suffered from war.The old couple hid Shuisheng in a water tank and ran up the mountain by themselves, but were overtaken by officers and soldiers and hacked to death.

Shuisheng could see it, he could see it all, he cried and climbed out of the water tank to find his grandma, but he met officers and soldiers at the door.

Those officers and soldiers saw that he was completely white, and they didn't even want to move their knives, for fear of causing bad luck.

"Since there is only one left, forget it."

The officers and soldiers said in a rough voice, and they flicked the blood on the knife, splashing Shuisheng's head and face, and rode away on tall horses.Shui Sheng watched quietly, seeing them leave the village, and even scrambled to find grandma.

It's just that when he found it, the grandma who always hugged him lovingly, talked to him, took him to play on the river, and gave him the best meals was already bloody and bloody, with his head and body separated.

"Grandpa... grandma..."

Shuisheng opened his eyes, tears were streaming from his eyes, he lay on his grandparents, as if they were still hugging him.It just kept crying until dusk, when the little baby sat up again and carried his grandparents back to the village bit by bit.

Shuisheng didn't drink or eat anything, he didn't feel hungry, he just kept digging in the ground, buried everyone in the village one by one, put stones on top, turned them out again, Inscribe the names of everyone in the village on small wooden boards with the only characters they know.

After all these things were done, Shuisheng sat quietly in front of his grandma's tomb in a daze.

I don't know how long it has passed, several cold and hot days, the village was always quiet and silent, until one day, the sound of gentle footsteps sounded in the village, and someone sat beside him, talking softly.

"You are pitiful."

"Do you want to bring them back to life?"

Shui Sheng hadn't moved for many years. Hearing this, he slowly turned his head and looked at the person coming.The man's face was unclear, as if shrouded in a cloud of white mist.

"How to do it……"

The man chuckled and touched Shui Sheng's chest with his fingertips.

"Born with a white son, it is a good material for cultivating immortals. You can build a foundation without being taught."

"It's just that you hate it, you've become a demon."

Shui Sheng felt his chest hurt like being pierced by a sharp sword, and then it felt like boiling water scalded his chest. He fell to the ground and rolled in pain, his little fingers clenched tightly on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----"

Song Ningqing stood aside, as if about to reach out, but his palm was already held by a small cold hand.

"Brother, that man said... I can kill grandma for a hundred years." Shuisheng stood in front of Song Ningqing, smiling quietly, "You also go to die, okay?"

Boundless blood energy spread out from Shui Sheng's body, and black devil energy, two viscous energy wrapped around his body, making him as ugly as a giant monster.

"How many people have you killed?"

Song Ningqing asked softly, Shui Sheng twisted his frightened face, but he could still see that he was smiling.

"who cares."

"It's those people who asked me to come true in their dreams, and then give me their lives, shouldn't they?"

These words carried a child's innocent smile, but Song Ningqing closed her eyes and said nothing more.

Outside the Sleepless Palace, Xiao Heng, who had heard the news from Xiaoer, stood at the door.

He can't get in.A strange force stopped him, and this aura made him feel familiar... like the devilish aura on Osmanthus Cake in the quiet room that day.

After suffering a big loss, Xiao Heng will also turn around at night, and occasionally ask other senior brothers.

"Demon energy? I'm most afraid of thunder, but it's slow to learn. You need to calm down and have the heart to kill..."

Xiao Heng looked at the barrier in front of him, took a step back, and pulled out his sword in a very quick movement. The long sword was unsheathed, and a clear sword sound rang out, causing the copper bells on the surrounding eaves to ring simultaneously. The people couldn't help but retreat back from the shock.

"There is something important to do here," Xiao Heng slowly raised his sword, pointing the tip at the sky, "Everyone, retreat ten feet away."

Xiao Heng's long sword vibrated faintly, with him as the center of a circle, when it reached the sky, dark clouds gathered faintly, and several golden lightning bolts passed through it like a dragon swimming.

Xi Qianzhong was watching in the guest room and raised his eyelashes slightly when he heard thunder outside.

"Someone made Lei Fa?"

In the dream, Feng bent down and poured tea with Xi Qianzhong, and nodded slightly.

"I don't know who it is..."

It's just that she didn't speak, the tea cup was not full, and Xi Qianzhong was no longer on the soft collapse.

The breeze brushed her hair that fell on her shoulders, she turned her head to look, just in time to see a golden lightning bolt coming towards Mingyue City in the sky with a devastating force!

"The five thunders rectify the law and destroy all evil spirits."

Xi Qianzhong was wearing a white fox fur, with his hands in his sleeves, watching the long sword pointing at the Sleepless Palace, the sword energy split all the 33 vermilion gates of the Sleepless Palace by lightning.

The gravel rolled on the ground, and a long scorched black trace stretched from the front of Xiao Heng's sword to the depths of the Sleepless Palace.

"Some skills." Xi Qianzhong said again.

Xiao Heng quickly put his sword back into its sheath, and walked slowly into the Sleepless Palace. He didn't hear the arrogant young man's voice until he was completely inside.

"Brother is inside."

The corner of Xi Qianzhong's eyes twitched, and with a thought, he was already standing in the palace of the Sleepless Palace.

Huang Miaoshan was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he peed. He watched the Jingya fairy boy suddenly turn into a monster full of blood and demonic energy. He opened his mouth to devour Song Ningqing, but the young man really had two brushes. He was stunned, but he was able to close his eyes and draw a sword, cutting off the monster's arm.

"Huh? Huh! Help! Help! Immortal Elder!"

Huang Miaoshan glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw two immortal masters coming into the hall, he couldn't help but burst into tears of gratitude.Yes, yes, I heard lightning just now!This kind of monster should be killed by lightning!

Xi Qianzhong and Xiao Heng didn't move. Seeing that Song Ningqing had opened his eyes, as if he had escaped from the shackles, he looked at the howling and inhuman monster in front of him, and first went down to the world with his sword.

"Who is the person who made you a demon?" Song Ningqing asked.

"Go die die die—"

Shui Sheng roared and attacked Song Ningqing!Xiao Heng moved his toes slightly, but saw Song Ningqing, who hadn't used a sword in the past few years, swung forward.

In ancient times, it was said that the white rainbow penetrated the sun, but it is unknown.

Now Bai Hong's sword is like ice, like a thorn, like thunder, if you can't look back, it is a sword of killing!

The majestic sword energy scattered all the thick magic energy around Shui Sheng's body!Countless blood energy and demonic energy smashed towards the barrier set by Song Ningqing like broken black mud, but this sword did not stop, it was still destructive, breaking through layers of barriers and stabbing at Shui Sheng until his pale body was exposed. There is a flaming sore.

Song Ningqing's sword pierced through his chest, and was drawn back at an extremely fast speed. Shui Sheng only saw Song Ningqing's long sword seemed to be swaying towards him. The next moment, a drop of red and black demon was pierced on the tip of the long sword. Blood.

"If it's your grandma... maybe I hope you can live like a human being."

Song Ningqing lowered her eyelashes slightly, like a boy under the Buddha's seat, with a compassionate expression. After the devil's blood was picked out, Shui Sheng's body was like crumbling sand, gradually dissipating in the morning light.

Shui Sheng looked at Song Ningqing, and pointed at his futon.

"Grandma gave it to me there, burn it with me."

"The person who turned me into a demon... I can't see clearly, but there is a seal... on the back of his neck..."

Shui Sheng completely dissipated in the morning light, and in the faint morning light, there seemed to be a little white light flickering faintly.

Song Ningqing waved her sleeve to open the window with the white light, took out a yellow talisman from her sleeve pocket, bit her finger and drew a talisman inviting the judge with blood.

"This person is so treacherous and evil, he has committed countless evil deeds, and the ten hells have their own place."

"I just think that he fell into a demon when he was young, and misses his relatives. I implore the governor to allow him to meet his relatives."

The yellow talisman melted, and white smoke floated in the air.Song Ningqing knew it was Yun, so she sighed softly.Turning around and seeing Xiao Heng and Xi Qianzhong, Song Ningqing nodded and took out an extremely dilapidated "Three Character Classic" from under the futon.

In the underworld, on the crossing river, Shui Sheng was heavily shackled, and the ghost soldiers kept whipping him on his back, but they couldn't disperse his blood.The ghost soldier was cursing, and Shui Sheng suddenly turned his head, looking at the opposite side of the Naihe Bridge, there seemed to be a familiar figure.

He knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times to that side.

Qixia was in the middle, Song Ningqing was being scolded by Xiao Heng, and Xi Qianzhong sighed leisurely at the side.

"Reckless. If that person stays behind or is stronger than you, how will you treat him?"

Downstairs in Qixia Residence, monks from Mingyue City went to the Sleepless Palace and carried out the stone statues. The last one was rescued after using fossil water. The crowd burst into applause.

"...In any case, you can't escape." Song Ningqing said.

"Senior brother was in the boundary formation, what did you ask that person?"

Xiao Heng asked suddenly, while Song Ningqing stammered.

"No, nothing."

It's just that Huang Miaoshan, who had just changed his clothes, came over and spoke quickly when he heard it.

"That monster was looking for you! Your senior brother went for you!"

Xiao Heng's face darkened immediately, his chest heaved, he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Seeing Xiao Heng like this, Song Ningqing kept apologizing, and Xi Qianzhong snorted coldly.

"If you go, I'm afraid you will lose half your life."

Xiao Heng patted the table, and Song Ningqing hurriedly pressed him down.

"Don't worry, don't worry..."

And Xiao Heng turned his head abruptly, got up and left, Song Ningqing seemed to be sad when he saw the reddish corners of Xiao Heng's eyes.

Thousands of miles away from Mingyue City, a person stood up slowly and touched his chest. It was white and clean, with delicate texture and no trace of trauma.The inner soul and body are also as usual, there is no abnormality.

Last time, he sent a distraction like peach blossoms, and was injured by the three sword intents left by Bai Zhanfeng on Xiao Heng's body. The sword intents can create souls, even if he is here, he cannot be spared.

It's only been a few days now, and it's all good.

"Bai Zhanfeng...is getting old." The man said lightly.