The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Xiao Heng's daily schedule is like this.

When the cock crowed, Song Ningqing gently woke her up, then she washed her face and brushed her teeth, and went outside to eat three to six bowls of porridge and noodles the size of half a washbasin. After eating, she was rewarded with a piece of sugar cake.

"I want another piece!" Xiao Heng raised his hand, wanting to grab the sugar cake basket.

"No, I won't be able to eat again tonight."

Song Ningqing firmly disagreed, put the basket on the top of the cabinet, thought for a while and added a restriction.

"Why are you so idle!"

Xiao Heng, the little fat man who couldn't eat sweets, was so angry that he decided not to talk to this annoying senior until the meal time.

For a monk to practice, the Qi refining period is the best time to pass.Even a samurai from the mountain who does not practice can still have the physique and cultivation of the Qi refining period after practicing for ten or eight years.The reason why monks are called monks is because they still need to cultivate their state of mind.

Song Ningqing sat aside, looking at Xiao Heng who was meditating on the futon under the tree to temper his aura, and could vaguely see the aura in his dantian forming a ball, floating up and down, and gradually becoming solid like a liquid.

Logically speaking, with such a level of training, he could start preparing for foundation building long ago, but Xiao Heng always couldn't cross this hurdle, as if there was something bothering him.

"If you are distracted by revenge and ruin your practice, you will put the cart before the horse."

Song Ningqing once persuaded Xiao Heng, but Xiao Heng squinted his eyes. He didn't know who killed his father, and his hatred could not be realized.

"I know, I have something else..."

After saying this, Xiao Heng ignored Song Ningqing.When Song Ningqing was thinking about what else the eight-year-old boy could worry about, Xiao Heng finished his exercises and said he wanted to go out.

"Where are you going?" Song Ningqing asked.

"Don't tell you!"

Xiao Heng turned around and went out, seeing that Song Ningqing didn't stop him, he turned his head angrily.

"Don't follow me, I'm just going to the back mountain."

Seeing the chubby group run away, Song Ningqing still sat where she was, drinking a cup of tea leisurely.

"Huh? I won't follow."

After Xiao Heng left, Song Ningqing immediately released his consciousness to search for "Contemplation of Heavenly Secrets" in the Lingtai.He is not the kind of person who will obediently wait for what others say.

It's just that today's "Tianji Guanxiang" fell asleep quietly, or pretended to be asleep, no matter how Song Ningqing called, it refused to make a sound.It seems that it is the only one that can speak out, and there is no room for Song Ningqing to order it around.

Song Ningqing withdrew her consciousness, wrote the lunch menu on the wooden sign hanging outside the yard, and asked the passing Taoist to help deliver it to the kitchen.

"You are so kind to Senior Brother Xiao."

Xiao Daotong glanced at the name of the dish and couldn't help drooling.Taohualuo Kitchen usually cooks a large pot of rice. If you order a meal that is not in the order, you need to pay extra.

"Your brother Xiao is still growing."

Song Ningqing smiled, then seemed to think of something, and asked Xiao Daotong to wait for a while.

Song Ningqing turned around and walked into the room, and after a while she handed a few pieces of sugar cakes wrapped in oil paper to Dao Tong.

"This belongs to your Senior Brother Xiao. I'll give you some. By the way, don't tell him."

Song Ningqing patted Xiaodaotong's head with a smile, and Xiaodaotong took it happily, and felt embarrassed.

"Oh, no wonder Senior Brother Ye Mang said that you are the scholar in the storybook, and you will be fascinated by the goblins if you do whatever you want. Whether it's Bei Qingluo's senior sister, or the sick young master..."

"Ah?" Song Ningqing looked puzzled.

"Say you're likable."

Xiaodaotong happily left with the snacks in his arms.

Song Ningqing squatted at the gate of her courtyard, still in a daze.

"Then why didn't you call me when you went down the mountain to play?"

However, Song Ningqing's daze didn't last long, the skylark who loves to gossip in the peach blossoms fell in front of him, chattering.

"Your junior brother Xiao is fighting."

Song Ningqing stood up in fright, and ran to the back hill after hearing the location.Today is so mysterious, is it actually an appointment with someone?

Song Ningqing's mind was full of images of the little chubby group being beaten up and rolled all over the mountain. For such a short road, he still passed by Yujian.Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at the back mountain, the tits, foxes and rabbits were all watching the show around cracking melon seeds.

In the open space in the middle, the dust was flying, and Xiao Heng was wrestling with the peach-stealing monkey.

"It's true...it didn't say it was a fight with 'people'."

Song Ningqing smiled wryly, and also sat on the stone pier beside him. There was a fox offering him sunflower seeds, but Song Ningqing politely refused.

Xiao Heng is young and vigorous. When his eight-year-old was beaten by a monkey, he will never forget it when he is 80 years old.Xiao Heng devoted himself to cultivating for so many days just to avenge his shame.

Xiao Heng kicked with a "fat leg". At first, stealing the peach monkey thought it was ridiculous, but then the sound of hunting came from its ears, and it squatted down to dodge, but was still swept to the top of its head, and the hair on its head seemed to be cut by scissors , became a whole piece of flat land.

"Quack? Quack!"

It's unbelievable to steal the peach monkey. Today, I saw this little fat man picking peaches again. Of course, I wanted to steal all the peaches while he wasn't paying attention.But who knew that the little fat man who was pushed to the ground and beaten by it a few days ago has become so powerful today?

hateful!This monkey hates monks!

The peach-stealing monkey threw a branch at Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng raised his hand to catch it, poured spiritual energy into the branch, and the branch lightly picked up and hit the peach-stealing monkey's left foot!The fragile branches immediately hardened like steel, and the peach-stealing monkey croaked and fell to the ground in pain.

The small animals onlookers clapped their paws and applauded, and the peach-stealing monkey bowed its head and apologized.

Xiao Heng threw the branch to the peach monkey's neck, with a very serious expression on his white and tender chubby face.

"Apologizing is enough? What about Tao Zi, return them all!"

The peach-stealing monkey groaned helplessly, and returned all the peaches wrapped in leaves.

Xiao Heng looked smug, turned his head with Taozi in his arms, and saw Song Ningqing waving at him.

"Didn't I say not to follow! Why are you here again!"

Song Ningqing couldn't say that the gossiping Lark told him, so he had to admit it.

"...I'm worried, I'm worried about you."

Xiao Heng snorted, but the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly upward, muttering softly.

"I know, you like me very much."

Xiao Heng put all the peaches in his arms into Song Ningqing's hands, lifting his fat chin.

"Take it and eat it, or if you want to wash it, peel it and salt it for me to eat."

Even Song Ningqing quickly realized that it was better to choose the latter.

"Go back and make salted peaches for you."

Xiao Heng nodded, somewhat satisfied, and was about to ask Song Ningqing if he had seen how majestic he was just now, when he saw a messenger lark land on Song Ningqing's shoulder.

"The ancestor is waiting for you in the quiet room."

Song Ningqing agreed, and ordered Xiao Heng to go back by himself at meal time, and left in a hurry.

Xiao Heng was a little unhappy, but he still nodded and kicked the stones under his feet. No matter how many peaches the peach tree in front of him bore, he was in no mood to pick them.

"What, this rotten spell, while peach blossoms are blooming, peaches are growing at the same time, it looks really ugly."

When Song Ningqing arrived in the quiet room, Ye Mang also arrived, and there were two other disciples who were dressed in Taohualuo clothes, who were probably stationed in the town under Taohualuo Mountain.

Song Ningqing sat down at the side, and Ye Mang immediately came over and pointed to a wooden box in front of Patriarch Bai.

"The disciples at the foot of the mountain said it was a bit powerful, and they couldn't handle it."

Patriarch Bai casually opened the wooden box, and inside was a bright red, blood-veined, beating...heart.

The heart jumped up suddenly, and rushed towards Patriarch Bai, but Patriarch Bai pressed his backhand into the wooden box. The wooden box emitted a dazzling yellow light, and the heart stopped beating slowly, as if it was dead.

"We took this heart out of a fox that had just transformed. Once we took it off, the parasitic fox turned into dust in an instant."

"And no matter whether it is burned or cut by a knife, this heart can be restored. We are not sure how to deal with it. Please show me how to deal with it."

The two disciples prostrated themselves on the ground, their eyes were black and blue, obviously they had not been able to rest for a long time.

Patriarch Bai didn't answer, but looked at Song Ningqing instead.

"What do you think this is?"

Song Ningqing first approached and looked at it for a while, then reached out to touch it, and smelled it.

"There is no demonic or corpse aura, but there is a scent of lotus, as if created by magic."

Patriarch Bai nodded, closed the wooden box and threw it into Song Ningqing's arms.

"Leave this to you, go down the mountain tomorrow."

Ye Mang turned pale with shock: "I thought I was going to leave this matter to me? Ning Qing has never stepped out of the peach blossoms, and you told him to go down the mountain? What should I do if I get lost?"

Patriarch Bai scratched his head, feeling a little troubled.

"You have other things to do, get lost... Ning Qing, are you lost?"

"I haven't tried it, I don't know." Song Ningqing replied honestly.

The quiet room was quiet, and the two disciples on the side looked at the atmosphere and said quickly.

"We lead the way."

Patriarch Bai nodded in satisfaction, and that's it.Then he signaled Ye Mang to go into the inner room with him.

Song Ningqing hugged the wooden box, and the two disciples named Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu agreed to meet at the Taohualuo Mountain Gate tomorrow morning.

"So, see you tomorrow, Junior Brother Song."

Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu left with fists in their hands, Song Ningqing looked at the way home, and then realized that he couldn't go down the mountain easily.

At home...but there is still a little fat man who needs to be resettled.

When Xiao Heng returned to the courtyard, the house was still empty.He angrily sat down on the stone pier in the courtyard, waiting for Song Ningqing to come back and see him at a glance.

At this time, there was a sudden breeze blowing around Xiao Heng's ears. Xiao Heng lowered his face and listened carefully to the whisper of the breeze. The expression on his face changed from full of anticipation to disappointment at the end.

When Song Ningqing went back, it was raining on the road. Song Ningqing hurried back, but saw Xiao Heng sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, with a harmonious atmosphere around him, and the slightly sweet rain falling on Song Ningqing's mouth was actually a cross-border spiritual rain.

"...Foundation established?"

Shen Mian's "Tianji Contemplation" had another movement at this time, and a few lines of words appeared on the snow-white pages.

【... Xiao Heng was very disappointed that he still didn't hear any useful news from the servants of the Xiao family. 】

[You still have to rely on yourself. 】

【The original faint hope was in vain, Xiao Heng completely let go, and the knot in his heart was opened. 】

[Spiritual rain falls from the sky, and the foundation is built today. 】

So... Is it because of the untanglement of the heart, rather than being too happy to win and steal the peach monkey to build the foundation?

Song Ningqing looked blank, and saw Xiao Heng opened his eyes, staring at Song Ningqing fixedly, and asked a scolding question when he opened his mouth.

"Where's my candy cake? Three yuan is missing! What a fat thing!"

The author has something to say: Xiao Heng: Who did you eat for? !mine!