The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

What's the matter?Look at this doll, without the sugar cake, I am so anxious that I can't speak well.

Where did the missing candy go?

Of course, Song Ningqing couldn't say that it was given to other little Taoist boys. Although she didn't know what happened, she always had a premonition that telling the truth would make things irreversible.

Song Ningqing was silent for a while, and slowly opened her lips.

"I... I ate it."

Xiao Heng was startled, his phoenix eyes narrowed.He got up without saying a word, ran into the room, and came out with a candy basket in his hand.

Song Ningqing was still thinking about whether the gluttonous chubby group should check them one by one, but saw him pointing at the forbidden basket.

"Hmph...you are thinner than bacon, eat as much as you want, and leave me... two, no, three pieces of sugar cake."

Song Ningqing was a little surprised. Seeing Xiao Heng's strong and generous expression, she raised her hand to touch the top of Xiao Heng's hair.

"Thank you."

It's just that when Song Ningqing retracted her hand, she couldn't help laughing when she saw the black glue on the palm of her hand.

"Shall we take a shower first?"

Xiao Heng rolled up his sleeves belatedly, his white and fat arms like lotus root joints were covered with the dirt discharged from the foundation establishment.The chubby group, who was greedy but cared about his appearance, rushed into the bathroom immediately.

Shouting "You didn't see anything" while running, Song Ningqing naturally nodded and said yes, but after a while, Xiao Heng poked his head out again.

"...I'm afraid you won't be able to take a bath at night, so I'll help you first." Xiao Heng said.

"it is good."

In order to take care of the little fat man's proud self-esteem, Song Ningqing went into the bath room graciously.

After cleaning up, Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng returned to the room. Song Ningqing opened the wooden box on the desk, took out a jade comb, and sat with Xiao Heng in front of the carved window where you could see the peach blossom forest by the mountain. Comb your hair constantly.

Xiao Heng's hair is still very thin and soft, but it is black and shiny enough, and the jade comb is slowly flowing down the hair, which makes the jade color more moist.Xu Shi Song Ningqing's hands were soft and warm, while Xiao Heng rested his chin on his right hand, looking at the bright red peach blossoms outside the window.

"...My father, in the past, every spring, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, he would play the piano."

"Fine elegance."

Song Ningqing put down Xiao Heng's hair, took the closed-mouth smoker that was burning on one side, and dried Xiao Heng's hair.

"It's not out of interest, my father played the piano for the mortals who depend on him."

Mr. Baichuan can borrow rain from the sky, and every spring when he plays the piano, the mortal towns under his rule will have spring plowing and spring rain, and enjoy the blessings of the sky.

When Xiao Heng was younger, he didn't understand what his father was doing, he just thought the ding ding dong dong sounded nice.

"Can you play the piano?"

Xiao Heng looked sideways at Song Ningqing. Song Ningqing was holding a blue headband embroidered with red carps to tie Xiao Heng's hair. Hearing Xiao Heng's question, Song Ningqing thought about it.

"Master said that I don't understand elegant things, whether it's calligraphy and painting, or playing the piano, it's just a waste of time."

Song Ningqing remembered that when he was seven or eight years old, Patriarch Bai seemed to want to train him well for a while, but Song Ningqing looked at the picture of golden sculptures and snakes drawn by Patriarch Bai, but said it was "a hairy little yellow chicken eats fat." Fat earthworm wow".

Patriarch Bai's self-esteem was hurt, and he no longer asked Song Ningqing to have any artistic pursuits.Although Song Ningqing's brothers are all well-known in the cultivation world, they are both talented and elegant.

Hearing Song Ningqing's answer, Xiao Heng pouted his chubby face very proudly.

"I knew you wouldn't, there's no way, let me show you how good I am!"

Xiao Heng climbed down the pane, rummaged in the wooden box he brought with him in the bedroom, and pulled out a black lacquered piano case at the bottom of the wooden box.

Xiao Heng didn't want Song Ningqing's help, he put the violin case on the long table of the window pane and opened it.

Xiao Heng's qin is made in a simple and simple style, the body of the qin looks like sycamore wood, the bottom of the lacquer surface looks like white jade that has been ground into powder, the white jade is dotted with the black body, it looks like gold and stone.

Xiao Heng arranged the piano, and Song Ningqing also saw the small word "Spring Thunder" written on the side of the body of the piano in vermilion paint.

"Listen."

Xiao Heng put his meat ball hand on the piano and began to play tinkly.

Song Ningqing had heard many people play the qin, even to him, she felt that Xiao Heng's qin was no worse than his senior brothers.

In Peach Blossom Fall, the same class has already finished class, listening to this childish piano music, I can't help but stop.Those who hold the fan in their hand will tap the fan on the palm of their hand to match the rhythm.

"It's quite wild."

All the fellow disciples nodded one after another, and some of them sent their spiritual pets to Quqin or Ruanlai on a whim to play a song while they were in the mood.

Ye Mang listened to the words from Patriarch Bai, and when he and Patriarch Bai walked out of the quiet room, he couldn't help laughing at the sound.

"I don't know where I learned it from. Can such a tune beg for spring rain?"

Patriarch Bai stroked the beard on his chin, looked up at the sky, the sun was scorching in the sky, and there was no cloud in the sky.

"Still young."

After the little tits outside the window flew back and forth five times, ate the small bugs on the tree, and combed each other's feathers with their small beaks, the music ended.

Xiao Heng withdrew his hand, his fingertips were a little red, but he pretended nothing happened, as if he didn't know the pain at all.

"Did you hear that? I'm not that good!"

Song Ningqing clapped and applauded very wisely: "You are better than me!"

Then Song Ningqing grabbed Xiao Heng's hand and blew on him.He thought, fortunately the little chubby group didn't ask him how he felt when he listened to the piano.According to the usual practice, every time the master or brothers asked him, he would always say something that made them fly into a rage.

"Then... what do you think?" Xiao Heng asked again.

Facing this unavoidable problem, Song Ningqing hesitated for a while, then said.

"Like a lion cub."

"Is it majestic?"

Xiao Heng looked smug, and Song Ningqing nodded.

He really didn't dare to say that watching Xiao Heng's sonata was like seeing a young lion cub stepping on a newly acquired colored toy ball under its paws, having a good time.

Seeing that Xiao Heng had packed up, Song Ningqing put sugar cakes and tea on the coffee table, as well as today's new peaches.The peaches have been cut and peeled according to Xiao Heng's taste, and some salt and honey have been added.

Xiao Heng ate quickly, his face rounded out.Song Ningqing took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.

"I'm going down the mountain tomorrow, how about sending you to Senior Brother Ye Mang for a while?"

Just after eating half of the second piece of sugar cake, the little chubby ball was like an air-fried puffer fish. After stuffing all the sugar cake into his mouth and swallowing it, he jumped up angrily.

"Why! You are not allowed to go!"

Song Ningqing was afraid that he would choke, so she hurriedly stepped forward and patted his back.

"Just for a while."

Xiao Heng, the little lion, was like a jaggery, and Song Ningqing was not allowed to pat him.

"I don't want it, I don't want it! You clearly agreed, agreed..." Xiao Heng was vague.

Hearing the sound of applause, the little tits - Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato - landed on the coffee table, their fluffy faces looked a little worried, waving their little wings and chirping.

"If I take you down the mountain, my brother is worried that I won't be able to take good care of you, so Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato will accompany you."

Song Ningqing hurriedly said, while Xiao Heng twisted his round body, and didn't like him at all.

"No!"

Song Ningqing had no choice but to squat down, eye level with Xiao Heng, and slowly said word by word.

"You are a good boy, and you know a lot of things."

"The townspeople at the foot of the mountain are willing to live here with their families because they trust the peach blossoms to fall."

"Our food, water and clothes are all thanks to them. If we turn a blind eye to our calls for help, what is the difference between us and those who live in the fairy palace above the clouds?"

Taohualuoyuan is also a sect in the Tianwai Yunhai Xiangong, but the patriarch founded the sect to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and save the common people in the world as their mission.It's just that his ambition was naturally ridiculed by other sects who were dedicated to cultivating immortality and ascending. Even tens of thousands of years ago, when the monsters from the Demon Realm broke through the seal gap and poured into the world to cause harm to all beings, they refused to help.

Master Peach Blossom Falling was furious, and the sect with the same ambition as him escaped from the sea of ​​clouds outside the sky, and cut off the sky-reaching ladder with a single sword.In this way, if you want to be a high-ranking immortal, if you want to be an immortal, and still remember your mortal origin, you should ignore life and death, use your body as a sword, and cultivate your heart of benevolence and kindness!

It is said that after Taohualuo and other sects descended to the mortal world, some people in the fairy palace seemed to regret it, but the ladder to the sky was broken, and they had to repair the ladder before they could return to the mortal world.

"Since the peach blossoms are falling, we will not be immortals." Song Ningqing stroked Xiao Heng's hair, "Your father is the true king of Dujie, and he still remembers to play the piano and pray for rain for ordinary people every spring."

"He taught you this qin piece, so he hoped that you would have compassion for the poor and the weak. Don't you understand what to do?"

Xiao Heng pursed his mouth, and then slowly flattened it, as if he had finally calmed down.Song Ningqing found that, except for the day when Lord Baichuan passed away, he had never seen Xiao Heng cry, and he rarely even smiled.Most of them are angry or angry, maybe... to express uneasiness.

"Because senior brother left, are you a little scared?" Song Ningqing comforted.

Unexpectedly, this sentence was like poking a hornet's nest, Xiao Heng immediately pushed Song Ningqing away.

"I hate Senior Brother the most! I don't want you to accompany me! I won't help you take a bath tonight!"

Xiao Heng jumped off the chair, ran out of the door by himself, and closed the door pettyly, not allowing Song Ningqing to come out.

Song Ningqing stood where she was, with a confused look on her face.

"Didn't I just wash it for you, you don't need to wash it tonight."

At night, Xiao Heng didn't talk to Song Ningqing. Instead, he hugged the quilt and pillow and went to sleep in the next room.Song Ningqing was worried that he would startle the night, but Xiao Heng was so sleepy that he started snoring.

Song Ningqing laughed, went back to the room by herself, took out a copy of "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jing" and read it under the lamp.

Until the sky was bright, Song Ningqing closed the scriptures.When he walked out the door, there was no movement in Xiao Heng's room, as if he was still sleeping.After washing up, he went to the mountainside kitchen, brought Xiao Heng breakfast, and placed it gently outside Xiao Heng's door.

"There are sesame seed cakes and soy milk for breakfast today, let's eat it when we get up."

There was still no movement in the room, Song Ningqing said again "Brother is gone", then turned and left.

Song Ningqing went down the mountain for the first time, but she also learned to pack a bag, which contained a change of clothes and some money.With a sword behind his back, he stepped down the long seemingly endless stone steps, only tits and foxes saw him off on the road.

Occasionally, I ran into my senior brother on the road and asked him where he was going, and he said he was going down the mountain.Everyone looked "Don't get lost" and watched Song Ningqing worriedly.

However, Song Ningqing, the person involved, didn't think there was anything wrong with her.

Approaching the mountain gate, Song Ningqing glanced back, worried whether Xiao Heng got up, and whether the seniors in the next yard took good care of him.

The "Tianji Contemplation" that had been silent for a long time in the Lingtai jumped up again at this time, and a line of ink characters appeared on the opened pages.

[You don't need to be too nice to him, if you stab him at the end, won't it just make you sad? 】

Song Ningqing didn't answer, the corners of her lips that had been smiling all the year round were flattened, and she said.

"roll."

Behind Song Ningqing, the spirit sword hummed, with a sharp aura.

My junior brother, who dares to hurt him?

The author has something to say: Thank you for your favorites and comments!

Open smoked!

The contract has been entered, and the daily update will resume today!

Thank you for reading my story! O(∩_∩)O

Let's raise chubby together with senior brother today!