The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Xiao Heng got up early in the morning and sharpened his sword in the courtyard.The blade of the sword was polished bright by him, and the dust and stains on the sword were also wiped clean by him.Xiao Heng raised his sword and blew lightly, and he could hear the pleasant sound of the sword.

"Twitter?"

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato woke up, and seeing Xiao Heng below, they flew towards him chirping.Xiao Heng looked at the two fat tits that seemed to be standing on his sword, and gave a faint reminder.

"When it falls, the claws will disappear."

"Twitter!!!"

Ouch!Can scare the bird to death!The two fat tits came to a sudden stop with all their energy, flapped their little wings and landed on Xiao Heng's shoulders. After their paws caught Heng Xiaopang's shoulders, they patted their chests with their little wings in peace.

But... Xiao Heng was sharpening his sword here early in the morning, and he seemed very energetic.The two little tits started chirping and asking again.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Xiao Heng, who grew up with these two tits, could already understand what they said like Song Ningqing.

"...Well, I'm going to the sword competition."

Xiao Heng lazily replied, and he heard the tits on both sides screaming harder. He immediately grabbed them one by one with each hand, put them on the stone table, and put on a menacing face.

"Why ask so many questions!"

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato laughed chirpingly, and Doudou's eyes turned into little moons.

Song Ningqing heard the noise, and tied her hair with a hair band while walking. Xiao Heng turned around and saw it, and asked Song Ningqing to sit at the stone table.

"Brother, let me tie your hair for you."

Song Ningqing nodded, sat down on the stone bench, and handed the cyan hairband embroidered with white feathers to Xiao Heng.

"Thank you."

Xiao Heng stood behind Song Ningqing, first combed Song Ningqing's hair with a comb, and then gathered the satin-like rich and smooth hair into his hands.

"You were unhappy when you were young, and you would pull my hair."

When Xiao Heng's fingers stroked Song Ningqing's head lightly, Song Ningqing couldn't help but think of Xiao Heng's childhood.

"...Before, I was ignorant, did senior brother hate me?"

"A bit."

As soon as Song Ningqing said the words, she immediately felt a chill rushing down her back, and couldn't help laughing.

"Just kidding, I know you're smart, you must have made a fuss to go home."

"...Father won't let me go back, so I won't go back. I'm just losing my temper."

Xiao Heng tied Song Ningqing's headband, and seeing the cyan headband hanging down on his shoulders, it made Song Ningqing's jet-black hair and snowy skin even more perfect.

"Peach Blossom Falling...where my senior brother is, is my home."

Hearing this, Song Ningqing turned her head away. Xiao Heng had let go of his hair, like letting go of a fluttering butterfly, and sat on another stone bench, putting the sword back into the scabbard.

"I'm going to the ring."

Xiao Heng stood up, and Song Ningqing naturally stood up too, just looking at the long sword tied behind Xiao Heng's back while walking, and asked aloud.

"Is there a name for your sword?"

"...No." Xiao Heng replied.

"The spirit sword got its name, so it is more connected with your mind."

Song Ningqing said slowly, while Xiao Heng looked at the mountain road ahead as if hesitating.

"I just... haven't decided yet."

Xiao Heng shook his head, then quickened his pace and walked towards the ring.If that Xi Qianzhong arrived earlier than him, Xiao Heng would feel that he had lost something.

It's a pity that it is impossible for the young master, who has fallen rain to become a poem, to arrive early.

The arena was still lively, but because the sword match was coming to an end, the red silk list beside the arena had written the rankings densely, so there were many fewer people.

It's a pity that Song Ningqing also wanted to compete this year, but for some reason, things happened one after another, and the brother who asked him for a sword competition earlier didn't know where to go. A good sword repair wizard, just sat on the bench like this.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng sat on the bench under the ring and waited. Because they came out early today, neither of them had breakfast.Fortunately, the rabbits, monkey boys and hamsters who work hard to make money get up earlier than chickens.

In the morning, with a food box on his head, and a backpack on his back with sesame seed cakes, fried dough sticks and soy milk, the paddock was selling.

"Yeah, it's you."

Song Ningqing waved her hand and called a little rabbit over. Looking closely, it looked like the rabbit that gave him something for nothing that day.

"Chirp? Chirp!"

The little rabbit also recognized Song Ningqing, this time it fluttered its big eyes, tilted its head and opened the cloth bag on its body for Song Ningqing to see.

Song Ningqing picked up fried dough sticks, two bowls of beef noodles from the food box above the hamster's head, and two bowls of soy milk from the monkey boy.

"I'll give you Lingyu first, and we'll put the bowls and chopsticks under the tree over there as soon as we finish eating, and you can come and pick them up later."

Song Ningqing put the Lingyu in Xiaotu's palm, Xiaotu immediately responded with chirping, chirping, and went to find the next guest with the entourage behind her.

Xiao Heng held the bowl and began to eat with a sigh.When he first came to Taohualuo, he was still very reserved, and he never ate at home or places other than the cafeteria.He always thought it was weird for others to look at, but he found that everyone here was so casual and busy, and didn't have time to talk to a child about his etiquette, so he was completely relieved.

The fairy palace prince who stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, raised his hand and was fed, and opened his mouth to be fed, turned into a simple child once the peach blossoms fell.

But when the two of them ate and put away the bowls and chopsticks, they still didn't wait for Xi Qianzhong.

"What's the matter with that person?" Xiao Heng snorted coldly.

Song Ningqing remembered how many times before she lived in Luoyu Chengshi and had breakfast with Xi Qianzhong.

When Xi Qianzhong gets up, he needs to burn incense and take a bath.After the meal was served, he was not in a hurry to eat, but read a hundred pages first.After reading it, let the idle boy play the flute, or the girl play the piano.

He ate some while listening, then put down his chopsticks, waited for someone to fetch water to rinse his mouth, and then ate some spiritual fruit or ice skin snacks.After eating, read another hundred pages for digestion, and then frowned and drank today's soup.

If there is something to do later, I will change my clothes and go out.

There are so many things, it will probably take more than an hour.

Seeing Xiao Heng's energetic appearance, Song Ningqing, who forgot about Xi Qianzhong's habit for a while, couldn't make a sound at this moment.I was afraid that Xiao Heng would go to Jiuchi Qionglin and overturn Xi Qianzhong's dining table.

Fortunately, it didn't take long to see Meng Zhongfeng hurriedly rushing towards Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng.

"The young master has something to do today, so I'm afraid I won't be able to come and compete with Immortal Master Sword."

Xiao Heng was discouraged at once, and saw Song Ningqing take a step forward, quite worried.

"But sick again?"

Meng Zhongfeng bit her lip, walked several steps forward with Song Ningqing, and then whispered the sound transmission.

"You know that falling rain forms a lineage of poetry. It has always been able to paint on paper and turn the imaginary into reality. The young master got up last night and painted according to the stars in the sky, but I don't know why..."

Meng Zhongfeng sighed lightly and clenched his fists tightly.

"The young master suddenly stopped writing, and the stars in the painting rose into the sky from the scroll. The young master spit out a mouthful of blood immediately when he saw it, and asked me to burn the scroll. Then... went to find the master Bai overnight, Haven't returned yet."

Song Ningqing's face darkened, and she said to Meng Zhongfeng that she knew.Meng Zhongfeng hurriedly turned around and returned to Jiuchi Qionglin to wait for the return of the young master.

"What happened to him?"

Seeing that Meng Zhongfeng was gone, Xiao Heng approached Song Ningqing, who shook his head and looked in the direction of Tingdao Mountain.

"Looks like something bad happened."

Listening to Daoshan, in a quiet room.

Sujiang Immortal, Patriarch Bai, Zhaoti and Xi Qianzhong are listening to the news from the larks flying back from all over the place.

"The head of the Golden Bird Sect is dead."

"The head of Xiaotianzong is dead."

"Shang Miaoxing Venerable, dead."

……

After dozens of names were reported, Patriarch Bai raised his hand and stroked his beard.

"They all agreed with the sect that wants to subdue demons with ten thousand methods."

"It seems that the monster doesn't want to just wait to die."

With a wave of Sujiang Xiansu's hand, the peach blossoms fell and the white clouds in the sky slowly moved away. She could see the stars hidden in the daylight, and she saw a crack in the sky.

"Fortunately, I was notified by the young master last night, otherwise I'm afraid there will be a change."

Xi Qianzhong cupped his hands and said lightly: "It should."

Zhaoti looked at the sky, couldn't help but chanted the Buddha's name, he stood up and looked at the crowd.

"So, I can't wait."

Patriarch Bai also nodded in agreement, and led everyone out of the quiet room.

"You can take all the disciples who are useful, and the disciples who want to bring knowledge. If other sects don't respond, just leave it alone. If you wait any longer, everyone will be slaughtered by that thing."

Patriarch Bai fumbled for the Pine Wind Sword at his waist, with a trace of killing intent on his face.

"No matter what, you have to find it out and kill it!"

Su Jiangxian and the others sighed softly, and raised their hands to call Yunque to send a message.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng received a message from the skylark. The skylark may have flown many places and looked very tired.Song Ningqing quickly gave it a drink of water, and saw it cheered up and rushed to report.

"Pack up your things! The ancestor is going to take you to Yuwengyuan, and do all kinds of tricks to subdue demons!"

"Sure enough... something happened?" Song Ningqing asked.

"Hey, many masters of the sect of cultivating immortals are dead! They all promised to do ten thousand magic spells to subdue demons!"

After the skylark said this, it immediately flapped its wings and left, going to send messages elsewhere.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng looked at each other, and Song Ningqing quickly pressed Xiao Heng's shoulder.

"It's okay, Xiao Heng, it's okay."

"...Well," Xiao Heng responded, then turned around and walked into his room, "Senior brother, hurry up and pack your things."

Xiao Heng returned to the room, rummaged through the box, and then picked up the paper sparrow that had been used as a decoration on the table.

Inside the paper sparrow was sealed the bit of magic breath left by Xiao Heng from the monster that suddenly attacked him earlier.

"If you can't use it...it's God's will."

Xiao Heng put the paper sparrow into his Qiankun bag, carried the burden on his back, and quietly walked out of the room.In the courtyard, Song Ningqing had also packed up and waited there.

"So, how do we go?" Xiao Heng asked.

Song Ningqing pointed at Tingdao Mountain, and there was a familiar dragon roar on the top of Tingdao Mountain. The huge, overwhelming red dragon soared into the sky. Although the green phoenix behind him wanted to catch up, it was sprayed by the red dragon. Taking a breath, he stepped back helplessly.

The boundary array of Peach Blossom Falling suddenly unfolded, revealing a huge gap on the red dragon's head.The sea of ​​clouds churned, the water vapor rose, and the peach trees in the peach blossom drop suddenly grew like vines, entangled with each other, and a graceful peach blossom path was born from the ground to the air.

Patriarch Bai stood on top of the red dragon's head, looking at the screaming disciples amidst the falling peach blossoms.

"Bei Qingluo and Luo Yucheng's disciples will go with their master."

"Master Zhaoti has already gone to Yuwengyuan to arrange it first."

Patriarch Bai slowly drew out the Songfeng Sword, once the sword was released, thousands of swords roared in the sky and on the ground.The sea of ​​clouds around Peach Blossom Fall was shaken by the sword energy and collapsed one after another, revealing a bright blue sky!

Patriarch Bai looked at the disciples standing on the road of peach blossoms, his voice resounded through the heaven and earth.

"My disciple of Peach Blossom! Come with me on the dragon! Kill the evil spirits!"