The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Demon book!Demon book!

It turns out that the magic weapon that has been by my side for so many years is actually a demon book!

Song Ningqing lit the spiritual fire in his hand, and grabbed "Tianji Contemplation" with one hand to burn it, but the book seemed to come alive, and it immediately came out of Song Ningqing's hand, disappearing again.

This time, no matter how much Song Ningqing aroused, the book refused to come out again.

Song Ningqing was so angry that his well-raised junior brother just talked about it as a demon!There were footsteps behind Song Ningqing, Song Ningqing turned her head, and the little boy who came to deliver the meal was lying beside the door, staring at Song Ningqing with flickering eyes.

"Senior Brother Song, this is the soup and snacks that the fat master in the kitchen added to Senior Brother Xiao's meal."

"Oh, thank you."

The two thanked each other politely, the little boy bowed to leave, ran out of the yard, and then said innocently in a voice that he thought was soft: "Senior Brother Song seems to be crazy."

Song Ningqing, who "seemed to be crazy", carried the food box into the room with some embarrassment, while Xiao Heng sat staring at the candlelight in a daze.Seeing Song Ningqing coming in, she looked up at him, her eyes were still red and her nose was running a little.

Song Ningqing fetched water to wash his face, washed his fair and tender chubby face clean, and after applying balm, Xiao Heng kept a serious expression on his face.

"I won't cry anymore."

Song Ningqing arranged the chicken soup, noodles and snacks for him, and patted Xiao Heng's head.

"So nice."

Look, how could such a well-behaved junior become a demon?Then the diary should keep a good record of the past. What is it that really seems like a "secret"?

Xiao Heng didn't have a good appetite today, Song Ningqing didn't force him, after tidying up, he took Xiao Heng to take a bath.Xiao Heng still remembered that Song Ningqing was an adult who couldn't take a bath by himself, so he asked Song Ningqing to wash with him.

"……All right."

I told a lie, but I have to use countless lies to justify my words.

After everything was tidied up, Song Ningqing sent Xiao Heng into the room, and Xiao Heng sat cross-legged in meditation and practiced.

"If I don't work hard anymore, how can I take revenge, how can I be worthy of the immortal seal passed down by my ancestors?"

Xiao Heng touched the red fairy seal on his forehead. The Xiao family passed down several generations, and everyone had such a mark on their foreheads. The ancestors left a book, saying that it was left to the Xiao family by the immortal before he left the world.It has the effect of hearing and eyesight and accumulating skills.

"I didn't like to practice before."

Xiao Heng shook his head, no matter how much skill he could accumulate, it would be impossible not to cultivate.Xiao Leiyun dotes on Xiao Heng, and he can do whatever he wants, whether it's a mortal, a monk, dying in a hundred years, or ascending to the upper realm, it's up to Xiao Heng himself.

But if he was more useful, wouldn't father have to die?

Bloodshot eyes gradually appeared in Xiao Heng's eyes, and his whole body's aura was unstable. Song Ningqing hurriedly pressed a finger on his forehead.

"centering."

A little bit of coolness came into his consciousness, Xiao Heng couldn't help shivering, then looked up at Song Ningqing who had a concerned face, and expressed his thanks with some coyness.

"If you're free tomorrow, why don't you go to morning class with your brother?"

Song Ningqing asked, and after receiving Xiao Heng's affirmative answer, Song Ningqing laughed, with a little dimple on her cheeks, making her look even more beautiful.

Xiao Heng rubbed his suddenly red and itchy ears, pouted his lips again, and bowed his head to meditate.

After Song Ningqing stood and copied the "Tao Te Ching" in the study, the moon was in the sky, and when he returned to the room, he saw Xiao Heng falling asleep on the bed with the book in his arms.

Song Ningqing opened the book, and stretched out her hand to feel the pulse on Xiao Heng's fat wrist. Feeling the aura flowing in it, she smiled.

"You are so smart, you will be able to avenge the Peach Monkey in a few days."

Xiao Heng closed his eyes and pulled Song Ningqing's sleeves, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

No matter how proud and precocious Xiao Heng is, he is still only an eight-year-old child.Even an adult may not be able to remain calm after the death of his doting father.

Seeing this, Song Ningqing blew out the lamp, pulled the quilt for him, and patted his back lightly.

"Brother is here."

The scene of peach blossoms falling is quite famous in the cultivation world.

Because of the enchantment established by the ancestors, the peach blossoms fall like spring all the year round.

The peach forest stretches for hundreds of miles. When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, as far as the eye can see, the mountains and plains are full of shades of pink.The petals are soft, blown by the wind, and fall to the ground layer by layer. Because no one takes care of them, when people step on them, the petals can almost sink the upper of the shoe inside.In the clear stream next to the peach blossom forest, these gorgeous petals are also sent downstream with the water as usual, for the mortals down the mountain to enjoy.

The docile little goblin likes to make a nest in Peach Blossom Fall, as long as they don't harm people, these disciples of cultivating immortals won't hurt them either.Occasionally, when they are free, these energetic and well-dressed disciples will take a few fluffy little foxes, rabbits, and sparrows back home to be spiritual pets and listen to scriptures. This way out looks good.

Therefore, there are often all kinds of soft and lovely spirits, huddling under the peach blossom tree, waving their fur claws at passers-by and calling softly, hoping that someone will take it away.

It's a pity that Song Ningqing, who passed by today, had already raised a small tit, and now Xiao Heng thought of stealing a peach monkey when he saw a long-haired animal, and he had no love for small animals.

Song Ningqing led Xiao Heng, stepping on the long stone steps step by step, towards the Moon-Watching Huaiyuan Tower.

There were other brothers from the same school on the way, and they greeted Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng one after another.Everyone knows that this bad-tempered little chubby group had an accident at home, and they all forgot about Xiao Heng's past misfortunes.Remembering that the little chubby group seemed to like snacks, he handed Xiao Heng the snacks he wanted to eat between classes.

According to Xiao Heng's usual temperament, he had already taken them all.And he knew that these people seemed to be sympathizing with him, so he held back all his energy at this moment, but refused to take it, Song Ningqing explained to his colleagues.

"I just ate two catties of white sugar cake in the morning, and I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it now."

The astonishing appetite was exposed by Song Ningqing. Xiao Heng angrily stuffed all the dim sum and snacks in the hands of those people into his mouth, and said while eating: "Who said! Who said! I'm not full!"

Everyone couldn't help applauding, oops, it's so edible, no wonder it's chubby.

Ye Mang, who was the same age as Song Ningqing, had already taken up a seat in the building, and when he saw Song Ningqing coming, he got up and called him.

"Come, come, come," Ye Mang was of medium stature, with a deep dimple on his left cheek, smiling very festively. "Junior Brother Xiao is here too."

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng sat down on the futon. Ye Mang stared at Xiao Heng curiously. There was a hamster spirit standing on his shoulder, holding a scripture book the size of a grain of rice in his hand, and he poked out half of his head to look at Xiao Heng.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Heng, who was very sensitive to other people's gaze, fell in love with him.

Fortunately, Ye Mang is a very cheerful young man, giggling with the hamster on his shoulder.

"Junior Brother has been here for so long, we haven't seen it yet, of course we have to see it."

Song Ningqing also smiled and placed scriptures, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on Xiao Heng's table, and nodded while listening.

"Senior brother Ye Mang is very good at studying scriptures, so ask him if there is anything you don't understand."

People came to the classroom one after another, and a few Dao boys who were younger than Xiao Heng also walked in under the leadership of other senior brothers, and sat unsteadily on the futon.

Xiao Heng looked at the people in the classroom suspiciously. There were middle-aged people who were older than Song Ningqing, and some baby dolls who were younger than him. How did this class work?

"Every morning class is taught by Mr. Qu Huaiyuan, who lectures on the scriptures. Regardless of age, you can come if you want to listen."

Ye Mang seemed to see Xiao Heng's doubts, so he lowered his head and explained to him.The hamster spirit on his shoulder also chirped and jumped onto the table, lifting the scriptures on its paws.

"Peach Blossoms have been established for thousands of years, and the morning class will teach the "Tao Te Ching" every morning."

Song Ningqing opened the first page of the scriptures for Xiao Heng, and Xiao Heng couldn't help being shocked when he saw the book.The scriptures that everyone in the world has read, what else is there to learn?

"Don't you want to learn swordsmanship?"

"Master hasn't gotten up yet."

"The technique?"

"Senior brother will teach you."

Song Ningqing answered them one by one with a smile. The characteristics of Taohualuo are "self-study" and "casual".Those who want to learn can learn anything, and those who don't want to learn can't read books.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, Qu Huaiyuan, leaning on a cane, walked in slowly with a white beard almost hanging down on his chin.As usual, he glanced at the classroom with lowered eyelids, and then sat down on the futon in the classroom.

There are also some birds and beasts outside the classroom, and the ghosts and spirits gather, stand in front of the window, sit on the porch, and prepare to listen to the class.

"Where did you talk yesterday?" Qu Huaiyuan asked.

"You fell asleep yesterday and didn't say anything."

A disciple in the hall answered.

"Oh."

Qu Huaiyuan nodded, turned to the first page of "Tao Te Ching", and then slowly turned to the last page before speaking.

"To practice, first of all, to be a good person."

"Only when you have virtue can you know how to practice Taoism."

"As for the Dao, I haven't cultivated it yet, otherwise I would be able to ascend in the daytime."

Everyone in the hall and the goblins nodded one after another. The young boy was already lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

"I've heard the saying that the peach blossoms fall to the patriarch, and the merits of slaying demons and demons will soar."

"The master of the God Ring Lotus Peak comprehended the destiny and was able to ascend."

"There are also mortals... went overseas to Penglai and ate the elixir of Ascension."

"Who knows what kind of way they are," Qu Huaiyuan patted his thigh, took a sip of the tea on the desk, "The general direction is that they didn't do anything bad, and they only want to do good."

Everyone in the hall continued to nod in agreement, some began to copy scriptures by themselves, and fed sunflower seeds to the small animals by the corridor.

When Xiao Heng heard that he was a good person, he couldn't help but fell asleep in Song Ningqing's arms.

Ye Mang smiled at Song Ningqing: "It's been a little longer than what we did back then."

Song Ningqing covered Xiao Heng's body with her large sleeves, and nodded.

By the time this long, seemingly endless morning class of persuading people to be kind ended, it was already noon.Song Ningqing woke up Xiao Heng, and walked with Ye Mang to the cafeteria where the meals were served.

Song Ningqing wanted to ask Xiao Heng how he was listening to the class, and the "Tianji Contemplation" in the Lingtai suddenly jumped out again.

The newly opened pages read:

[On the ninth day of the eighth lunar month of the Huaxu year, Xiao Heng attended the first Peach Blossom Morning Class and thought it was ridiculous. 】

[Xiao Hengxian seal contains many exercises collected by the Xiao family, one of which is the bloodthirsty "Jiu Ling Xin Dharma". 】

【Three years of learning, you can get the Nascent Soul. 】

[It's much better than listening to the old man rambling. 】

Song Ningqing was startled, and couldn't help but hold onto the yawning chubby group.

"You can't learn to be bad!"

Xiao Heng squinted his eyes, the fat on both sides of his cheeks bulged upwards, and his face was full of confusion.

"hold head high?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Heng: I haven't done anything yet!