The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

The peak in front of Song Ningqing was majestic and majestic, stretching endlessly.In the center, there is a fairy palace hidden among the green pines and white clouds.

Everyone in the Xiao family had already stepped forward, and the oldest Xiao Wumei, leaning on a cane, walked forward tremblingly and bowed to Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng still remembered this old man, he seemed to be lying alone before his father Xiao Leiyun succeeded to the throne.

"You're back," Xiao Wumei laughed, with wrinkles all over his face, but the joy in his eyes was real, "I've grown up and lost weight."

Xiao Wumei turned around and slowly led the way forward.

"Back then you were a fat baby, and you didn't even want to walk this mountain road. You had to be carried by Mr. Baichuan to go up and down the mountain."

Song Ningqing looked at Xiao Heng in surprise, and Xiao Heng kept a serious face, pretending that he had forgotten.

The other servants of the Xiao family stepped on the flying swords one after another and went to various hills to spread the word.

"The prince is home—"

Song Ningqing followed Xiao Heng, being sized up by the other Xiao family members, and they didn't lower their heads until Xiao Heng glanced at them.

"I have already said that I will bring my Taoist companion back."

Xiao Heng said lightly beside Song Ningqing, Song Ningqing nodded.A moment later, Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing were brought into the hall where they were lying alone.

Before entering the hall, Song Ningqing looked at the three characters on the plaque that read "Lonely Lying Alone".The three-character pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it feels like an ancient wind, maybe it was really left by the immortal patriarch of the Xiao family.

Waiting in the hall, Song Ningqing felt that this place was actually similar to the Poluoyun City in the Demon Realm. She thought that Xiao Heng probably built a familiar residence according to some vague shadows, whether it was the main hall or the peach blossom forest behind the hall.

Xiao Heng took Song Ningqing's hand and sat on the throne covered by the bead curtain, and saw that the members of the Xiao family clan who came from various hills had already arrived at His Highness.

There was a big bell ringing outside the palace, whether it was lying alone or in the city below the mountain, everyone could hear the voiceless echo.

Just like the day when Xiao Heng was born, Xiao Leiyun hugged him and announced that he was You Duwo's ​​successor.

His Highness's clans were noisy, but they were all happy.

Lying alone without a master, it is inevitable to be bullied.Now that Xiao Heng has returned, his cultivation is unfathomable, how could it not be joyful.

The Taoist companion brought back is still the beloved disciple of the head of Taohualuobai. He has a good temper, loves to laugh, and is able to restrain Xiao Heng.

Song Ningqing listened to the whispers of the clansmen, not because he wanted to eavesdrop, but because the voice could not be hidden from him.

Xiao Heng had already walked out of the bead curtain, greeted everyone, and said some polite words.

It's nothing more than "I'm back, stay for a while", "I will succeed, don't worry about it", "I have to avenge my father first, and then think about other things", "There is no need to inspect, everything will continue as usual".

It wasn't until Xiao Heng's face darkened that the clansmen stopped talking and asked Xiao Heng to rest first.

Only Xiao Wumei still stood there and bowed to Xiao Heng.

"Mr. Baichuan's room has also been tidied up, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xiao Heng was silent for a while, then nodded.He turned around and brought Song Ningqing out, and followed Xiao Wumei to Chu Tiankuo, the former residence of Mr. Baichuan.

Xiao Leiyun's residence is not luxurious, but behind the main hall where he lies alone, he built a separate courtyard.Instead of using the white jade floor and black jade walls in the main hall, only mortal stones and wood were used to build the courtyard.

Xiao Heng pushed the door open and went in as usual, while Song Ningqing stood outside the door, watching Xiao Heng standing in the courtyard, looking at the lush Clivia, osmanthus tree, and a piano platform under the banyan tree.

"The prince was brought up by Mr. Baichuan," Xiao Wumei said softly to Song Ningqing who was standing outside the courtyard, "Mr. Baichuan often went to the world when he was young, and when he came back, he also brought the preferences of the world with him."

Xiao Wumei pointed to the courtyard one by one, and the plants and trees inside.

"Mr. Baichuan doesn't like spiritual herbs, nor does he like luxury. He always says that nature is the best."

Song Ningqing nodded slightly, only to see Xiao Wumei looking at Xiao Heng's back, with reddened eyes.

"Prince...you really look like Mr. Baichuan."

This is the first time in Xiao Wumei's long-suppressed heart after losing his master, relatives, and friends.

Xiao Heng turned his head and waved to Song Ningqing.

"Brother?"

Song Ningqing lightly supported Xiao Wumei, and entered the courtyard together with the old man.

Xiao Heng pushed open the door, revealing the book desk inside, but Xiao Wumei refused to go in again, so Song Ningqing went in with Xiao Heng.

There are many books and scrolls in Mr. Baichuan's room, and the walls are covered with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, as well as some collected swords.

Song Ningqing walked and looked around, and found that behind the long bookshelf, there was another slump, on which there were little tigers, little carp, and little rabbit dolls.

On the side cabinet, exquisite jade wares are placed, and it can be seen what kind of food it is for.

"I loved to cling to my father back then. When he came to read a book, I would come too. But after a while, I came here, had a snack by myself, and then fell asleep."

From behind Song Ningqing, Xiao Heng reached out and clasped Song Ningqing's waist, pointing to this small corner, which was just a miniature of his childhood.

"Mr. Baichuan, I love you very much."

Song Ningqing looked at the red carp doll, and found that "Gift me and Bi Sui beads" was written on its belly with embroidered thread.The embroidered characters are a little crooked, not like what the embroiderer did.

Xiao Heng also picked up the red carp and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing.

"Perhaps my father embroidered it for me, but I... just found out now."

Such a great man who has survived the tribulation period, with embroidery needles and fabrics in his hands, stumbles to sew dolls for his own little doll, what kind of pity and love is that.

Song Ningqing turned around and held Xiao Heng's hand. Xiao Heng thought for a while and put these dolls into his storage bag.

The two of them walked around the small house again. Mr. Baichuan loves reading very much. Almost every book has his annotations, but not all of them are serious.

Occasionally, I will write something like "I bought it wrong", "Take it as a table foot", "Xiao Heng sees it as good", "Laugh three times and burn it", and so on.

Xiao Heng sighed, talked to Song Ningqing, and was about to go out, but Song Ningqing saw a separate bookshelf in the room.There is a booklet on it.

Song Ningqing took down the booklet, slowly opened the first page, and thought... Xiao Heng should have a look at this booklet.

Song Ningqing poked her head out, but saw Xiao Heng raised his hand to pick up a skylark.

It was a skylark with peach blossoms falling.

Yunque opened his mouth and said to Xiao Heng: "Brother Chao Sheng said he had enough rest, let's meet in Qingming Town together in January."

Xiao Heng replied: "Okay."

Skylark took the Lingzhu that Xiao Heng gave it, cherished it and put it in the cloth bag on his body, and immediately flew away with wings.

Song Ningqing stood at the door of the study and looked at Xiao Heng.

"When the time comes, let's go."

Go to see the God Ring Lotus Peak and recruit Master Ti.

Although they thought of countless schemes and various schemes, they even went to Penglai first.But after all, it's not as good as meeting that monster again after a lapse of decades, to see if with the current ability, I can touch the toes of the monster, or it's still like a world away.

Song Ningqing remembered that he had met Chao Sheng for a while before the peach blossoms fell.

Chao Sheng's breath was harmonious, as if he was about to break through Mahayana, but he still shook his head.

"I came back this time to fight Master."

"After that battle, let's talk about breakthroughs."

Chao Sheng looked Song Ningqing up and down, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You actually have some signs of a breakthrough? Isn't it too fast?"

Song Ningqing held Bai Hong in her hand and thought about it.

"If I don't return the sword to 'it', I will have a heart demon."

Chao Sheng clapped his hands and laughed.

"In that case, it's up to you, Junior Brother Ning Qing."

"I am a disciple of Peach Blossom Falling, and I have never heard of anyone who has had a heart demon."

"If there is, it will be cut immediately."