The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

In the city of Bazhen at the foot of Youduwo Mountain, the running water banquet has been opened for three days.It's all to celebrate the prince's return home, and the lonely lie has a master.

A few older people in the city were able to go to the Immortal Palace to pay homage to the crown prince a few days ago, and they felt very at ease when they saw Xiao Heng's face that resembled Mr. Baichuan's six or seven parts, and his calm and majestic aura.

After returning to Bazhen City, he cried and was moved while talking to the city lord and others.

"Looking at the prince's demeanor, it is completely different from when he was young, and even more powerful than Baichuan Jun."

The city lord was overjoyed, so he prepared a banquet.The city was busy up and down, and suddenly heard the familiar qin music playing on Youduwo Mountain. It was the spring song that Youduwo would play as promised every spring.

Along with the sound of the zither music, the sky was gradually covered with dark clouds, and at the same time as the sound of the zither changed from soothing to hasty, there was thunder in the sky, and a patter of spring rain fell in the clouds.

This continuous spring rain has always shrouded all the cities and towns that depend on Youduwo under the blessing of this day.

The old people looked at this spring rain, just like looking at those gentlemen who walked slowly through the city in white long gowns with Chunlei on their backs many years ago.

"If you have nowhere to go, go to Youduwo," Xiao Leiyun smiled, "I will protect you all day long."

It's a pity, how can such a person walk faster than their old bones?

In the city of Eight Arrays, many people stopped what they were doing, and bowed softly to Youyou.Worship that successor, don't forget the promise.

In the study room where he was lying alone, Xiao Heng finished his song, and the spring rain was still falling.After about enough time, it will gradually stop.

Song Ningqing sat on the couch beside her and read a book. Xiao Heng also played this piece for him when he was eight years old. At that time, he just played it. Now...

Song Ningqing stretched out her hand out of the carved window pane, the cool rainwater carried the white magnolia flower petals that had just bloomed in the courtyard, and fell on his jade white palm, which could already attract the real spring rain.

"Hands are cold."

Xiao Heng took the silk handkerchief, pulled Song Ningqing's hand back, and gently wiped off the rainwater and residual flowers on it.After wiping the palm dry, this young man with handsome eyebrows gently lifted it to his lips and kissed it gently, and saw that Song Ningqing's ears turned red.

But Song Ningqing didn't dare to take her hand back. After getting married, Xiao Heng made an appointment with him, and they were already Taoist couples, so they were not allowed to avoid intimacy anymore.

If Song Ningqing knew more about personnel before Xiao Heng, or if some kind-hearted seniors had told him some common sense, he would not be so obedient now.

Xiao Heng looked at Song Ning's clear red ears, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth for a smirk.He raised his hand and took Song Ningqing into his arms, and said softly.

"I'm going to inspect the towns below today, you are waiting for me in the lonely bed."

"Can't we go together?" Song Ningqing asked.

Xiao Heng raised his hand and lightly pressed Song Ningqing's thin waist, raised his eyebrows that slanted into his temples slightly and looked at Song Ningqing.

"Some people are disobedient, maybe I have to teach them a lesson, besides... isn't senior brother tired?"

Song Ningqing blushed now, he turned his head and refused to speak, but after a while, he habitually ordered again.

"Be careful and call me if something happens."

"understood."

After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he leaned down gently under the cover of the spring rain.

The magnolia flowers outside the carved window panes were washed away by the rain today, and the heavy rainwater accumulated on the branches, which pushed down the branches of the tree's light flowers and covered the light-transmitting panes.

After a while, Xiao Heng walked out of the room and walked all the way outside the hall.Several servants of the Xiao family, Xiao Jiu to Xiao Shisan and others, saw their crown prince standing on the gate of the palace with his hands in his pockets and sighed softly.

"Prince?"

Xiao Jiu opened the paper umbrella depicting a crane in his hand, and propped it over Xiao Heng's head.

Xiao Heng pushed the paper umbrella lightly, and just walked into the rain.

"Let's go... so that I don't get distracted again."

The last few words were almost in Xiao Heng's mouth. Xiao Jiu and the others didn't hear them clearly, so they just followed Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng first went to Bazhen City, drank a glass of wine with the city lord, and saw that his rule was orderly and prosperous, so he got up and left.

The city lord called Xiao Heng worried.

"We are all happy to hear that you have returned, but some people, for example, people from Qiu Ming, seem to have something to make a fuss about."

Xiao Heng walked out fearlessly, and with a wave of his long sleeves, a gust of breeze was blown.

"It's okay, I'm afraid they won't dare."

When Xiao Heng arrived at Qiuming, he really met someone who was not afraid of death.It stands to reason that if this city doesn't want to be attached to You Duwo, it can be separated, and Xiao Heng doesn't care.

But they actually dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, which means something different.

Xiao Heng could not help laughing when he saw some devilish energy in the person who sneaked up on him.

"I didn't bother it when I came back, but it was in a hurry."

That monster is still so good at manipulating people's hearts.

Xiao Heng didn't care, he didn't get out of the scabbard, and beheaded those monks who thought they had demonic energy and made great progress under the sword.Seeing that the situation was not good, one of the monks hurriedly flew out of the city, but before flying a hundred miles, he was pierced by Xiao Heng's sword from behind.

"You...don't be complacent..." The man looked at Xiao Heng maliciously, "We also sent someone to Youduwo! Your Taoist companion...is there too!"

Xiao Heng was silent for a while, looked at the man and laughed triumphantly, and asked.

"Is the person sent there better than you?"

"……almost!"

"Oh."

Xiao Heng drew his sword again and stabbed the man through again.He looked back at the direction where You Du lay, moved his feet, and hurried back.

When Song Ningqing heard the commotion, she raised her sword and stood at the gate of the Immortal Palace.

Looking at the group of menacing men with demonic aura on the mountainside, those people saw Song Ningqing shouting "it's him" and "kill him".The servants of the Xiao family hurriedly wanted to hide the prince's Taoist companion, but Song Ningqing shook her head.

"They said that the persimmons are too soft to pinch?"

Song Ningqing raised her hand and raised her sword, pointing the snow-bright sword tip at the evil spirits coming from the mountainside with their swords.

"what does that mean?"

Song Ningqing leaped forward, Bai Hong hadn't drawn out the sword for a long time, and a clear sword sound resounded in the air, only to see the snow-bright sword light like a crescent moon, like floating clouds, like the unfathomable rivers, lakes and seas, attacking the group of people in the air!

When Xiao Heng returned to Youduwo, Xiao Wumei was asking his servants to clean the stone steps from the front hall to the mountainside.

"Are you back?"

Xiao Wumei looked at Xiao Heng with a smile, raised his hand and threw the rag out of his hand, turned around and pointed at the fairy palace.

"Master Song Xian is reading in the study."

Xiao Heng nodded, he walked into the Immortal Palace, walked around the long corridor, opened the door of the study, and saw the man in green shirt sitting beside the table with a leisurely look.

Xiao Heng walked up to Song Ningqing, looked carefully for a while, and found that even the corner of his clothes was not stained with blood, so he sat down opposite Song Ningqing.

"Senior brother is all right?"

"It's okay." Song Ningqing shook his head, and he also raised his eyes to look at Xiao Heng, "It's just some monks contaminated with demonic energy."

Xiao Heng was silent after hearing this, looking at Song Ning's calm and breezy appearance, he thought that those useless monks could not even compare with the low-level monsters in the Demon Realm.

Xiao Heng looked at Song Ningqing looking at the map in his hand, there were still a few wooden boards and carving knives on the table, and there was a blue booklet on his lap, and asked.

"What is that blue booklet you've been reading these days?"

"Mr. Baichuan..." Song Ningqing thought for a while, her fair face was stained with a thin blush, "The book left by my father."

Xiao Heng thought it might be a fire avoidance map. He was afraid that this thing would spoil his senior, so he immediately brought the book over and found that it was actually a diary that recorded his daily life when he was a child.

Jiang Yuenian, on March [-]nd, the fat son will turn over.

[With a picture of turning over. 】

In Jiang Yuenian, on June [-]th, the fat son will sit down.

[With a picture of a doll wearing a red carp bellyband sitting and raising her hand to grab a peach. 】

Jiang Yuenian, on December 23rd, the fat son's first birthday.

May you have no worries and fears and a smooth life.

[The accompanying picture is a picture of a fat baby wearing a tiger hat, being held under a tree by Mr. Baichuan, looking at the picture of the Kongming Lantern in the distance. 】

……

"This album will not be available when you are eight years old. Presumably... it was drawn by Mr. Baichuan in his free time."

Song Ningqing looked at the dazed Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng flipped through the pages until the last page was a picture of the young Xiao Heng leaving in a cloud car.

Xiao Heng held the book tightly with his fingertips, he let out a breath after a while, and leaned his head on Song Ningqing's shoulder.

"I thought that my father would pick me up after a while."

Song Ningqing patted Xiao Heng on the shoulder.

"The monks who came to commit crimes today... must have been sent by it." Song Ningqing turned to look at the spring scenery outside the window, "Let's go."

Xiao Heng nodded, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the entire Youduwo and the town below the mountain were shrouded in his spiritual power.

Xiao Heng put the thin book into Song Ningqing's palm, and squeezed his hand tightly.

In Qingming Town, on the second floor of the Furong Inn, a singer named Furong is playing and singing with her pipa in her arms.She is the owner of the Furong Inn, and she rarely comes here to play and sing with her pipa in her arms.

Firstly, she dislikes too much work and little money, and secondly, she feels that there is nothing worth listening to her.

It's just that a monk wearing a blue shirt and a headband with a hundred flowers in his hair came to the inn recently.He asked for a room and only drank alcohol every day. Sometimes he was not seen for three days, but he would appear in the inn after three days and ask someone to boil water to wash him.

When Furong first met the monk, she gave her all her heart.

In order to make the monk stop, she wiped off the dusty pipa, and played music when the monk went downstairs to drink.

Furong is from the south of the Yangtze River. She grew up on the water since she was a child. The first thing she learned was "Song of the Passing Water".She played the music lightly, as if hearing the sound of the boat passing by on the river, Fu Rong slightly raised her beautifully painted eyebrows from behind the pipa, and looked at the monk, and she really saw him looking over.

Fu Rong bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, and then lowered her head. For those who know how to behave, this is enough.

After the song is over, those who tipped in the inn gave rewards, and those who watched the idiots watched the idiots.Furong was dressed in a bright red shirt, she walked lightly with lotus steps, and walked past the monk, who stopped her.

"Miss Furong play another song?"

Chao Sheng poured a glass of wine and drank it down.After saying this, he didn't look at Furong, but looked at the scenery outside the railing on the second floor.

"What do you want to hear, son?"

"random."

Hearing this, Fu Rong sat down opposite Chao Sheng. She looked at the other's face, lost her mind for a moment, then lowered her head, and played a beautiful and melodious little tune.

After finishing playing this piece, Chao Sheng took out a Dongzhu the size of the pulp of his little finger from his Qiankun bag, thought for a while and asked Furong for a handkerchief.

Chao Sheng put the Dongzhu on the veil, then rolled up the veil containing the Dongzhu, and handed it to Fu Rong.

"My lord... If it's a reward, it's too much."

Fu Rong bit her lower lip lightly, and gently took the heavy bead.

"Fleur... Fleur... just wanted to..."

Chao Sheng saw that Fu Rong blushed, and then he pressed his index finger on his lips, making a gesture of silence.

"Needless to say, let's go."

Fu Rong's face turned pale instantly, she looked at the monk in front of her, turned and left angrily.

When Furong went downstairs, Furong's maid was eating melon seeds, but she didn't expect Furong to come so soon, so she clapped her hands and followed Furong out.

"Has the girl made an appointment with that monk?" the maid asked.

Fu Rong stopped her hurried steps, turned her head and glared at the maidservant, and then her eyes turned red.

"At first, I thought he didn't understand style, but who knows everything. Didn't you say that cultivators are all young chickens, you are lying!"

Fu Rong thought of that friar in Tsing Yi's attitude of being able to handle tasks with ease, thinking that he had a lot of experience in this world of mortals.She stomped her feet again, she didn't know whether she was angry at herself for being incapable, or because she was angry with that noble and unsullied appearance, which made her play a song to fulfill her wish, and then rejected her like that.

Fu Rong raised her head and walked forward, and unexpectedly saw another monk in green shirt. That man was born like a peach blossom in the spring breeze, with a smile on his mouth from time to time. When he noticed Fu Rong's gaze, he nodded to her.

However, the monk was quickly turned away by the handsome god-like monk in black and whispered something.The monk in blue blushed, looking affectionately at him.

"Go back, I won't play the pipa again this year!"

Fu Rong took the maid and left quickly, while Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing stood under the inn and met Chao Sheng on the second floor of the inn.

When Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng went up, Chao Sheng had already finished drinking a pot of wine.

"Junior Brother Song, what's wrong? His face is a little red, is he hot?" Chao Sheng asked.

Song Ningqing shook her head hastily, saying "not hot not hot".Xiao Heng pulled Song Ningqing to sit opposite Chao Sheng, took the wine Chao Sheng gave him, and drank it down.

"My brother and I have seen it on the way here."

Xiao Heng put the wine glass on the table and turned his head to look east, where there were mountains surrounded by white clouds.

"Thousands of miles away is Bodhi Mingxin Cliff."

Chao Sheng nodded. During this period of time, he had followed the believers in Qingming Town to the God Ring Lotus Peak a few times.He roughly figured out the position on Lianfeng. Although he knew where Zhaoti was, he did not sneak recklessly.

It's just that the last time he went down to the God Ring Lotus Peak, he could sense someone looking at him.Whether it's the monks inside or the recruiting, it's always faster.

Song Ningqing opened the Qiankun bag and took out his newly engraved talisman board from it.

"Each person carries a talisman board, and when the time comes, crush it and go to the sea near Penglai."

"Junior Brother Song is really a decent person."

Chao Sheng took a piece with a smile and put it in his sleeve pocket.

Xiao Heng also took one, and saw the pattern of Penglai offshore painted on the talisman board.No wonder he sometimes saw Song Ningqing looking at the Kanyu map recently, and he was doing this preparation.

"In the end...you need to be fully prepared."

Song Ningqing said softly, he turned to look at Chao Sheng.

"Brother Chaosheng, when are we going to leave?"

Chao Sheng also drank the last jug of wine on the table, and stood up slowly.

"Just today."

All ordinary people who believe in Buddhism know the prestige of the God Ring Lotus Peak.Therefore, no matter how far away they live, even if they are far away from the sea, some believers will travel across mountains and rivers to come here just to pay homage.

Song Ningqing and the others followed the believers and stepped up the long stone steps step by step.

Ordinary people probably can't see it, and only feel that Shenjielianfeng is a larger temple.When Song Ningqing looked up, he saw a huge phantom of a Buddhist lotus flower blooming on the lotus peak of the divine ring, enveloping the entire temple.

The golden light of merit and virtue illuminates the entire sky.

Xiao Heng remained expressionless, until he entered the monastery, and the little novice at the gate gave him three sticks of incense, then he lowered his head and took it with a cold face.

"Junior Brother Xiao, you should also relax, don't find anything..."

Chao Sheng pointed at the side, and the three of them entered the God Realm Lianfeng just like that, and burned three incense sticks together with other believers in the Buddha Hall.

Then the three of them stood under a bodhi tree in the courtyard and did not move.

Because these three people seemed to be monks, and their demeanor and appearance were also very good, a disciple of Lianfeng who had been to Peach Blossom Fall came forward to talk to the three of them.

"We were just passing by, and now we are leaving."

Song Ningqing smiled at the handsome young monk, then nodded slightly, and went down the stone steps with Xiao Hengchaosheng.

When the three of them were walking on the stone steps, Chao Sheng didn't move his eyes and brows, and only transmitted the voice.

"Look here again."

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng remained silent, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, Chao Sheng cupped his hands at them, then summoned Feijian and left first.Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng continued to walk eastward, and when they passed a mortal town and arrived at the inaccessible mountain, there were slight footsteps behind them.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng stopped and turned their heads to look for a while, only to see that the dense branches and leaves were gently lifted by a pale hand, revealing a soft face full of spring water under the sun.

"Xiao Heng, why are you walking so fast?"

When Xiao Heng saw the monster again, his throat immediately choked up, but he had already learned how to endure, so he refused to speak at this moment, and only pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Zhao Ti looked Xiao Heng up and down, he had never seen Xiao Heng who had grown up, and seeing his face that was half-to-seven similar to Xiao Leiyun, he couldn't help laughing.

"You and Leiyun... really look alike."

Hearing these words, Xiao Heng drew his sword and stabbed at Zhaoti.This sword is really fast, although the monk's daily comprehension and state are different, the speed of the sword may be different.

But Xiao Heng prepared for a long time, he waited all these days just to kill Zhao Ti.

But the sword, which was as fast as lightning, was three minutes away in front of Zhaoti, and stopped if it encountered some hard barrier.Zhaoti smiled lightly, moved his fingers slightly, and saw Xiao Heng was hooked by Song Ningqing's collar, and he retreated a hundred miles in an instant.

Zhaoti followed, a little surprised.Although it is trapped in this shell now, it has been cultivating with great concentration for more than 2000 years.

Zhaoti looked at Song Ningqing, the man who was bound by it with silk thread and stabbed Xiao Heng with a sword, seemed to be a little stronger now.

"I thought you were here to kill me today," Zhao Ti twirled the glazed Buddha beads in his hands, "You should fight with your lives."

"I have to try."

A clear male voice came from the air, Zhaoti raised his head, and saw that Chao Sheng who had already left was holding a spirit sword, killing him with spirit fire from mid-air!

Zhao Ti was about to move, but he saw that his feet stepped on a boundary formation at some point.

All the qi around Zhaoti's body were locked, and he could only watch helplessly as the fireworks and sword qi that should have been in the extraordinary world smashed into the air.Song Ningqing, who was maintaining the boundary formation, was so shocked that he took three steps back. Xiao Heng moved forward and held Song Ningqing's hand to stabilize the boundary formation for him.

Song Ningqing only focused on looking ahead, watching the white dust disperse, Zhaoti was still standing there, but his head had been split in two by the sword, exposing the brain inside.

Chao Sheng's sword could not go any further at this time, the string of glazed Buddhist beads had wrapped around his sword hilt like a snake.

Obviously the person in front of him was brilliant and full of buddha aura, Chao Sheng looked closely at Zhao Ti's eyes that were still open, and still saw endless malice in those pearl-like pupils.

Chao Sheng recalled that day in Demon Realm, he and Xiao Heng were sitting on the porch, looking at the rain, he said he wanted to "try".Let's try how powerful this monster, which is still unable to be killed under the joint efforts of Buddha Head and Lord Baichuan, is.

Peach Blossom Falling Sword Cultivator has always been strong, and sometimes this strength is a bit pathetic.Not to mention being invincible all over the world, but the number of people who can compete is gradually decreasing.

Chao Sheng thought, what about him, besides his master Bai Zhanfeng, does he have any other opponents?

He returned to the human world with everyone, and when Patriarch Bai was performing martial arts, he was also thinking about it, and he was even so busy that he couldn't even be there on the day when Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng got married.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Chao Sheng was the one who was recruited and killed.

But he thought, performing martial arts is just practicing martial arts, you have to try it out.Now that he tried it, although he had some reservations, he still made a move.The move was not stopped, the sword was too fast, it broke its protective Buddha energy, and pierced its forehead, but its Buddhist beads were also wrapped around the hilt, and when it was pulled down, the cultivation base of the transcending tribulation period Got it under control.

At the moment when the sword was caught, Chao Sheng looked into Zhao Ti's eyes, and finally understood why he always failed when performing martial arts before.

Because Chao Sheng still subconsciously felt that what he cut was a human figure, and even though this monster was covered with a shell, it fought in the way of a demon, not afraid of death, enjoying the pleasure of being assassinated, without life or death.

Let people see it... can't find a gap to start.

Chao Sheng turned his wrist slightly, and withdrew the long sword from the Buddhist bead, there was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, Chao Sheng remained motionless, and saw Zhaoti standing there, the boundary formation under his feet was trampled apart by him.

"Leave Xiao Heng, and I'll let you go."

Zhaoti's head has begun to glue together, its tone is still soft, but its gesture is like a gift.

"My father was killed by you, why are you looking for me again...?" Xiao Heng asked.

Zhaoti looked at Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing's handshake, with a beautiful smile like a lotus on his face.

"It's because you're not bitter enough."

Zhaoti wanted to torture the descendants of the Xiao family again, which was the same reason as it wanted to make Xiao Heng bewitched.For example, if a cat teases a mouse that has been torn in two, as long as it sees that the mouse can still crawl, it will stretch out its paws to play for a while.

Zhao Ti took a step forward, and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Heng.

"Xiaoheng, it's only a blame, you are Leiyun's child..."

"It sounds like you have some affection for your father in your heart," Xiao Heng sneered, "It's really disgusting!"

"Who told him... to reach out to me at that time?"

As soon as Zhaoti finished speaking, a long sword struck from behind its head, and Song Ningqing in front of it had turned into a yellow talisman and landed on the ground.

The real Song Ningqing stabbed at the brain that hadn't fully healed with the white rainbow that contained dragon energy.

Zhao Ti thought it was disdainful at first, but for some reason when he saw the bright sword tip, he felt that there was a layer of sunlight-like streamer on it, and he instinctively raised his hand to block it with Buddhist beads, but saw the sword passing by in a wrong direction, and threw it His left hand was cut off!

As soon as Song Ningqing landed, his face was paler than Zhaoti.

"Brother!"

Xiao Heng yelled, and Song Ningqing and Chao Sheng crushed the talisman and escaped into the passage in an instant when Zhaoti moved. However, behind the three of them, Zhaoti tore apart the space, as if he was about to follow.

When Zhaoti was about to step into the passage, the corner of his eyes suddenly jumped, and he saw that his whole body was suddenly enveloped by a majestic Buddha aura. When he looked up, he saw a huge bodhi tree pressing towards it.

"Kaye—"

The sound of Zhaoti completely dissipated when the bodhi tree was pressed down.

Kasyapa, the head of the God Ring Lotus Peak Buddha, gently landed on the top of the Bodhi tree and sat down cross-legged.Numerous Sanskrit runes appeared in the four directions, and then disappeared.

"You are here...wait for my thunder disaster."

Kasyapa closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a stone Buddha on earth.

"I thought it wouldn't be useful, but I didn't expect that the greeting I said to Master Kassapa earlier would really come in handy."

Chao Sheng sighed, and the three of them stood unscathed on the offshore waters of Penglai, watching the huge ships on the sea coming in and out of the pier.

It's just that Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng had nothing to say for the time being, Chao Sheng also waited for a while, and only after Song Ningqing regained his strength did he hear Xiao Hengqiang's suppressed voice.

"When Senior Brother Chao Sheng fought against it, I saw that although his head was beheaded, there was a bit of devilish energy in that skull, pulling it to heal."

"Yes."

"That is the devilish energy that cannot be killed no matter how many times it is beheaded."

Song Ningqing lowered her head and thought, the devilish energy was like flowing water and mist, and the sword couldn't cut it... But if it was the sword of Patriarch, Song Ningqing was inexplicably certain that if it was that sword, it would be able to disperse the devilish energy.

"It's a pity that I have studied this period of time and only learned a little bit."

Song Ningqing shook her head, feeling tight in her chest, Xiao Heng raised his hand to stroke his back.

"You have endured a lot today," Song Ningqing looked at Xiao Heng, "I thought you would not be able to resist transforming into a dragon."

"Do you want to make the monster easier to catch?"

Xiao Heng shook his head, he had already memorized the demonic energy of that monster, and he always felt that...it was somewhat different from the Heavenly Demon in the Demon Realm.

Chao Sheng showed his right arm, and the tiny white snake on it was still curled up there.

"Let's go to Penglai. Although Master Kasyapa is in charge, who knows...how long can he hold it?"

The three raised their heads, and a huge sea dragon boat was slowly approaching the shore. Standing on the bow was an acquaintance, it was Penglai Menke Mu Shangrong.