The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

As soon as Song Ningqing said that, she felt that she was bewitched.Why does he believe everything in the demon book? Maybe Xiao Heng doesn't think so...

Unexpectedly, Xiao Heng twisted his fat feet on the ground twice, and his forced expression of doubt collapsed in a short while, revealing a guilty expression of being talked about.

"Ang? Ang... I, I didn't learn well! I just don't want to go to the class, I just want to practice by myself!"

Practice?What skills did you practice?

Isn't it the "Nine Ages Heart Method"?Song Ningqing's eyes flickered, but the words were on the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't say anything.

Ye Mang put the little hamster spirit on his shoulder on the ground, and pushed its fat buttocks.

"Osmanthus cake, go, give us a food box in the canteen."

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake made a puff and ran away.

Ye Mang put his hands on Song Ningqing's shoulders, persuading him with a smile.

"Come on, when I entered Taohualuo, I fell asleep in the morning class for five years in a row. If I don't go to class, I won't go to class. Those big truths are good enough to listen to when you are older!"

Xiao Heng nodded in agreement, while Song Ningqing held Xiao Heng's hand with a papery smile on his face.

"Eat, let's eat."

Poor Song Ningqing grew up, never lied, and didn't know how to deceive others, her smile trembled like falling flowers in the wind.

Xiao Heng saw at a glance that he was out of his mind, and couldn't help but whispered: "Stupid."

When they got to the place where they put their meals, they saw two food boxes stacked together in front of them, floating towards them.If you look closely, it's not floating, but at the bottom of the food box, a hamster spirit named Osmanthus Cake is holding up two paws and coming over with the food box on its head.

Seeing his master, Osmanthus Cake Jijiji ran so fast, he ran in front of everyone and put down the food box.Osmanthus Cake hugged Ye Mang's trouser legs, and scrambled to his shoulders, hugging two little paws as if asking for credit.

Song Ningqing couldn't help but touch the head of Osmanthus Cake and praised it as "so good".

"Humph!"

Xiao Heng snorted coldly, reached out to pick up the food box on the ground, and turned sideways to Song Ningqing.

"Let's go."

Song Ningqing bid farewell to Ye Mang, and followed Xiao Heng to her own courtyard, Song Ningqing finally realized and touched Xiao Heng's hair.

"So nice."

Xiao Heng blushed, and put the food box on the stone table in the courtyard.

"I don't want you to praise me!"

Song Ningqing said yes yes, took out the vegetables in the food box and put them away, there were also a lot of soup, meat, snacks, and Taohualuo's meals were never bad.The two fat tits that were dozing off on the peach blossom tree next to it woke up immediately when they smelled it, and flapped their small wings and flew to the table to beg for food.

Seeing that Song Ningqing kindly crushed the fish meat with chopsticks and shaved the spines, put it in a small plate, put some fruits and vegetables and put it away, and put the small ceramic plate on the tree stump beside him, Xiao Heng supported his chin with his hand, The fat puffed up.

"How can you be so nice to these goblins?"

Song Ningqing smiled: "Fat Tudou and Little Sweet Potato have followed me since childhood."

Fat Potato and Little Sweet Potato immediately chirped to express their affirmation.

"No hurry, I'll clip it for you too."

Song Ningqing also shaved the fishbone for Xiao Heng as usual, knowing that Xiao Heng loves to be beautiful and neat, she was very careful not to break the fish meat before placing it on the empty plate in front of Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng was already hungry, and immediately ate several mouthfuls of fragrant rice, muttering in his mouth.

"I don't want to compare with them, you should be close to me!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

"I just find it strange, you guys, you, Taohualuo, obviously love slaying demons and slaying demons the most, why... you still have so many goblins?"

As soon as Xiao Heng finished speaking, the fat potatoes and the little sweet potatoes shrank into fat balls, fearing that Xiao Heng would do something to them.

"All things have spirits, they live here, since they don't do evil, why should they be killed? If there are evil spirits in the world... we monks will naturally act for the heavens."

Song Ningqing has always understood this kind of truth, but just looking at the little fat dumpling in front of her, she remembered the words in "Tianji Contemplation", and it was hard to get out of the familiar words.

Song Ningqing stopped talking, and lowered her head to feed Xiao Heng. Xiao Heng was eating with a snort, and he ate most of the dishes on the table, making his stomach round.

Xiao Heng was going to take a nap after dinner. Song Ningqing washed his face and wiped his feet, and put him on the bed. He didn't go out until he saw that he was asleep, and walked to Patriarch Bai's quiet room.

Liu Renbiao is a disciple who worshiped Taohualuo 200 years ago. He is lazy by nature, and he feels that he is almost done after he reaches the Golden Core.Now I have a job as a steward, and sometimes I also take care of the cleaning in front of Patriarch Bai's quiet room.

He covered his nose with a handkerchief and kept sneezing. Who knew how he, who had severe hay fever, wanted to go to Taohualuo back then.

What's even more hateful is that even though they are called Taohualuo by such a glamorous name, this place is actually a sect that only accepts male cultivators.Even cleaning and serving tea, washing and cooking are all boys and uncles.

"It's not bad at all."

Liu Renbiao was babbling again today, when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Ningqing, Patriarch Bai's heart and soul, walking towards him on the stone steps, and hurriedly made way for him.

"Yo, Ning Qing, come to find Master?"

"Ah... yes."

Song Ningqing nodded, and Liu Renbiao stood outside the door and shouted loudly.

"Master! Ning Qing is here!"

"Hear it! I'm not deaf!"

Patriarch Bai echoed the same volume inside, shaking the surrounding mountain walls so that some gravel fell down.

Song Ningqing pushed open the door of the quiet room and walked in. After bypassing the bamboo curtains and screens hanging from the floor, Song Ningqing saw Patriarch Bai leaning on the railing, listening to the wind and looking down the mountain.

"how?"

Song Ningqing sat in front of Patriarch Bai, and his thoughts along the way calmed down for a while. He thought about how to tell Patriarch Bai about the demon book, but found that whenever he wanted to speak, his mouth seemed to be sealed by someone. It's normal, and it can't be opened at all.

"Practice closed mantra? You are not a monk."

Song Ningqing tried to use body language, but even his actions were blocked. He maintained the posture he had just sat down, with his head slightly lowered, and his hands on his knees. Judging from the appearance, there was no clue at all.

Patriarch Bai is getting old, even if no one answers him, he can still ramble for a day.

"You're just too quiet, and you're not 80 years old, why not be more lively."

Song Ningqing listened to Patriarch Bai's ramblings, mobilized his remaining spiritual sense, and roared angrily to find the demon book.

[Demon book!Demon book! 】

After shouting several times, "Tianji Contemplation" emerged from the Lingtai, and the pages of the book were slowly opened.

【What is it called?Are you illiterate?Come, recite the sky with me~machine~watch~think~]

"What the hell are you!" Song Ningqing asked.

【What am I?Let me think about it... It's really embarrassing to say, I'm probably the master of this day, this place, this world? 】

"Tianji Contemplation" turned a few pages, and this line of words emerged.

"...It really is a demon book!"

Song Ningqing wanted to cut off his consciousness, and a few lines of words appeared on the page.

【You stupid doll with a wrong head, if I hadn’t recovered enough to control you after 18 years of training, I’m afraid you would have forgotten your mission. 】

[Your junior brother Xiao Heng is destined to become a world-destroying evil spirit in 300 years. 】

【And you Song Ningqing, on that day, remember, you must swing that sword at him. 】

[In this way, your destiny will be considered as the end, and his destiny will be considered as the beginning. 】

"shut up!"

Song Ningqing yelled angrily, while the eloquent Bai Patriarch in front of him was eating a jujube while talking, the jujube stuck in his throat and almost killed him.

"Ouch! Cough cough cough! You! Cough cough cough! No one will say anything now!"

Patriarch Bai spat out the jujube, and Song Ningqing realized that the restraint around him had been lifted, so he quickly gave Patriarch Bai some tea to drink.

"What's going on with you today?"

Song Ningqing shook his head, the book in his spiritual consciousness appeared and disappeared on the Lingtai, he knew that if he uttered certain words, this demon book would appear again.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little restless recently."

"For Xiao Heng?"

Patriarch Bai stroked the beard on his chin with far-reaching eyes.

"He's thinking about revenge."

"Does Master know who his enemy is?"

"I don't know. Leiyun just sent me a letter to tell me that he was bad luck, by whom, and how he was harmed. I don't know. How can the merits he has accumulated for so many years disappear in an instant? If I knew Whoever harmed him... must be punished!"

No matter how kind-hearted Patriarch Bai was, he still couldn't change the ferocity brought about by him for thousands of years of slaying demons and demons. The Songfeng sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if as long as he found the evil spirit that harmed people, no matter whether he went to heaven or earth, he would definitely be struck by him. beheaded.

"Let Xiao Hengan live in Peach Blossom Fall and practice. It doesn't matter if you learn from his Xiao family's skills or our fairy art, let him become a talent, so that he can live up to Lord Baichuan's entrustment."

Patriarch Bai said Xiao Leiyun's honorific title, circled the index finger and thumb of his right hand, ordered tea, and after offering the world, he drank it in one gulp as a token of his determination.

"I understand."

Song Ningqing sat on the spot and pondered for a moment, then bowed slightly to Patriarch Bai, then got up and left.

Patriarch Bai was puzzled, what did he understand?On the contrary, watching Song Ningqing's aura, it seemed that the acupoints all over his body were a little loose just now, like a precursor to a breakthrough in the realm.

"Ha, talent." Patriarch Bai stroked his beard and smiled.

When Song Ningqing returned to the courtyard, she saw that Xiao Heng had already got up and was practicing sword in the courtyard.

He has never seen a sword technique before, perhaps it is the Xiao family's sword technique.Song Ningqing waited on the side until Xiao Heng finished practicing a set, and stood on tiptoe to drink the tea on the table. Song Ningqing had already poured him a cup first.

"You're back?"

Xiao Heng squinted at Song Ningqing, leaving him here alone, he couldn't see anyone when he woke up, and he was... angry.

"Well, junior brother practiced this set of swordsmanship very well." Song Ningqing closed her eyes and blew.

"That is! I will become even stronger!" Xiao Heng smiled triumphantly.

"Brother...will help you too," Song Ningqing stroked Xiao Heng's smooth hair, "help you become stronger, help you become talented, and make you a gentleman praised by everyone..."

In this way, what the demon book said will not be realized.

Xiao Heng looked at Song Ningqing and felt that this silly senior brother seemed to be very serious today, but no matter what...

"I'm hungry, I want to eat sugar cake!" Xiao Heng shouted.

"Is three catties enough?"

Song Ningqing immediately took out a food box full of snacks like a magic trick.

Fat Potato and Little Sweet Potato squatted on the peach blossom tree in the yard. Seeing Xiao Heng gobbling, they shook their chubby bodies and laughed chirpingly.

If you continue to eat like this, what kind of gentleman should you be? Be a fat man!chirp!

The author has something to say: Fat Potato and Little Sweet Potato: Chick Chick!Thank you for your favorites!Chirp!