The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Holding the wooden box that day, Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu, who came to Taohualuo to ask for help, were waiting at the mountain gate.

Zhao Youzhi had sharp eyes, and Song Ningqing saw him when he walked up and down the stone steps, and he immediately raised his hand and smiled to greet him with two rows of big white teeth.It's just that the smile in Zhao Siwu's eyes gradually froze, and he became a little... panicked?

"What are you doing? Brother Song is here, isn't he?"

"Ah...the murderous look was so early in the morning, it seems that the young man was excited when he went down the mountain for the first time."

Zhao Youzhi laughed, and Zhao Siwu didn't know why Zhao Youzhi was startled when he saw Song Ningqing who was walking up to him.

Inspired by the spiritual energy, the spirit sword behind him was ready to go, as if it had been fired just now.

"Junior Brother Song, let's go."

Zhao Siwu didn't ask any further questions, and took a step towards the outside of the mountain gate. Seeing Song Ningqing following, he pulled Zhao Youzuo's sleeve and left.

Both Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu are children of merchants in Wangfeng Town at the foot of the mountain, and they greeted everyone with a smile since elementary school.Because of cultivating immortals, at the age of 30, he still has a soft baby face, which is harmless to humans and animals, but his innate knowledge and caution have never been lost.

However, Song Ningqing didn't know that he had some emotional instability, and was discovered by two senior brothers.After following them for a while, they saw a smooth road leading directly to a town in the distance.

Song Ningqing seldom gave out Taohualuo, although Taohualuo would give out some money every month, so that disciples who wanted to go down the mountain or go out for a trip could use it.But Song Ningqing didn't go down the mountain, so the money was just accumulated.

When we get to town, buy some snacks for Xiao Heng.Song Ningqing thought about it, and saw Zhao Youxian and Zhao Siwu leading the horses.

"It's not that Yujian can't do it, it's just that the children in the town play like crazy."

"When we see Yujian, we will chase after you. If you fall into the town, a stronger child can tear you off the sword."

Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu were talking about it, but they had a smile on their faces.

Song Ningqing understood, and asked suddenly when she got on the horse.

"What do the kids in town like to eat? I want to give my family..."

"Ah! Did Junior Brother Song actually get married and have a child?"

"I can't tell! How old is the baby? Can he be called Daddy? Is he filial?"

Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu were startled and questioned again and again. Song Ningqing barely had room to breathe, and finally managed to force out a sentence.

"It's my younger brother, eight years old, how filial should an eight-year-old be?"

Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu's white and tender baby faces were obviously disappointed.

"Ah, so it is."

What is there to be disappointed about?Song Ningqing looked puzzled, in the cross talk between Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu, Wangfeng Town arrived soon.

Affected by the fall of peach blossoms, Wangfeng Town also loves to entertain flowers and birds, and a long street of magnolias and winter jasmines is planted on the street.Because practitioners often settle here, every house is built tall and solid.

There are also many vendors and tourists, because they know that this place has always been covered by peach blossoms, so it is very safe.When Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu entered the town, the townspeople who knew them all greeted them.

"Are you back? Have you eaten yet?"

"My doll said she wanted to see you flying into the sky."

"Hey, who is this handsome young man? Do you want to eat rice crackers?"

Song Ningqing followed behind Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu, took the snacks from the street vendor grandfather, and answered with a gentle smile.

"Thank you."

"My name is Song Ningqing, and I am also a disciple of Taohualuo."

"Well, it's my first time going down the mountain."

……

When she reached Taohualuo's residence in Wangfeng Town, Song Ningqing had so many odds and ends that she couldn't hold her hands.

All the brothers at the gate greeted Song Ningqing one after another, all of them looked like young and childish people. Although they belonged to a cultivation school, they looked similar to ordinary people's martial arts.

Zhao Youzhi and Zhao Siwu cheerfully took it for Song Ningqing, sent him into the hall, and poured him tea to drink.

"This is... the accumulation of fellow seniors here."

Song Ningqing praised it, and the Zhao brothers accepted it without hesitation.

"The legacy of the patriarch, protect the common people, don't dare to spare yourself."

Although the town is only 6000 people large and small, the word "common life" is not yet used.

Song Ningqing nodded, and took out the wooden box containing the heart from her bag.

Zhao Siwu's face was serious, his body leaned back slightly, and made a defensive posture.Song Ningqing raised her hand, signaling that there is no need to panic.

"Last night I recited the Sutra, and it has been subdued."

The wooden box was opened, and the strange heart inside lay there quietly, not moving.

"Have you cut it open before?"

Song Ningqing asked, Zhao Youzhi nodded.

"It's useless to just cut it open. There's nothing in it except some things that look like blood vessels."

Song Ningqing asked Zhao Siwu to take him to see the fox that had been parasitized by this heart, and Zhao Youzhi and others also showed him the dust that the fox's body had turned into.

Song Ningqing picked up the dust, rubbed it, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it.

"...'soul', 'life' and 'body' have all been taken away, and this soil also has lotus fragrance."

Zhao Youhui looked solemn: "We also checked, but there is no way to destroy that strange heart, what does Junior Brother Song think?"

"Since it is man-made, we should find the source."

After all, it is not a real living thing...

"Brother! It's not good!"

The junior brother Bai Yuan who was guarding the door hurried in, Song Ningqing looked up, but Bai Yuan's eyes were red and swollen.

"What's wrong?!"

"Uncle Chen who lives by the river... When my senior brother and I were patrolling, we saw him..."

Zhao Siwu went up to meet him, and saw Bai Yuan stepping aside. On the flat ground outside the house, there was a thin old man with white beard and hair lying on the ground in the magic circle. The old man groaned in pain. After it was untied, a red heart was clinging to the skin, and several blood vessels as thick as little fingers pierced deeply into his chest, as if they were sucking blood forcefully.

"I was just afraid...other than animals, if anyone would be killed, I rushed up the mountain to ask for help. I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Zhao Siwu squatted on the ground, his fingers trying to get close to the heart that seemed to be able to swallow everything.A tiny blood vessel slowly pulled out from the depths of the heart, and was about to wrap around Zhao Siwu's fingertips, but was stuck by Song Ningqing's two fingers.

"Brothers, if you haven't learned the body-protecting true qi yet, it's better not to touch it yet, and use formations to subdue it first."

Song Ningqing sent out a burst of true energy from her fingertips, which instantly shattered the weird blood vessels, and the beating heart calmed down after the surrounding brothers injected more magic circle spiritual power.

Song Ningqing stood up under the admiring eyes of all the seniors, and Bai Yuan gently tugged at his sleeve.

Bai Yuan looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he grew up around mortals far longer than he spent cultivating immortality.Perhaps as his lifespan grows longer, he may gradually forget the past friendship, but now he just wants this uncle who grew up with him to get better soon.

"Uncle...I caught two herrings last night and said he would steam them for me."

Bai Yuan felt aggrieved, Song Ningqing nodded, and touched the top of Bai Yuan's hair as if to appease Xiao Heng.

"Do not worry."

"Junior Brother Song, according to the appearance of the fox before, it will turn into dust in about seven days."

"Let me write a tracer first."

Song Ningqing returned to the room with a calm face, and opened the bag.He remembered that Old Ancestor Bai had told him before that many disciples of Taohualuo didn't want to stay in the mountains to practice, and they wanted to go to the world of mortals after learning some spells.

"Of course it's a lack of ability, but that kind of heart is nothing to be ashamed of."

"Therefore, we make up for what they lack, and the disciples of Taohualuo will be chivalrous in their hearts, and they can use their swords to fight the world as they like."

Song Ningqing rolled up his sleeves and decided to work harder. After taking out the cinnabar and brush, he was silent for a while, then walked out of the room.

"Sorry, do you have any yellow paper or... golden paper?"

Song Ningqing, who had little tidying experience, brought pen and ink, but no paper.

"We...don't draw talismans on weekdays."

Bai Yuan shook his head, but pointed out the door again.

"I'll take Brother Song to buy yellow paper."

Song Ningqing also followed out with kindness, and before leaving, she asked all the brothers and sisters to close the doors tightly to avoid any changes.

"It's best to send another person later to inform the people in the town that they are not allowed to go out for seven days. After seven days, nothing will happen."

After Song Ningqing left, Zhao Youzhi reached out and tapped Zhao Siwu's shoulder.

"Are the disciples who have been practicing in the school all this confident?"

"He is the ancestor's direct disciple. I heard that he learned the wind-cutting sword technique at the age of four..."

Bai Yuan led Song Ningqing to walk in the alley, and there was a store selling yellow paper not far ahead.Song Ningqing took a look and found that there was a pastry shop next door. The aroma of fried sesame and peanut cakes was very strong. She thought about buying some pastries for Xiao Heng on the way back.

I don't know if he is good now...

When Song Ningqing was in a daze, the shopkeeper had already wrapped the yellow paper. Song Ningqing took out the money, but saw that the shopkeeper was a little embarrassed.

"Oh, your silver is so heavy, you can't find it now, do you have copper coins?"

"Copper plate?"

Song Ningqing is rich, but she hasn't left the mountain for a long time, so she doesn't know much about the value of ordinary items.

"Copper plate, copper plate..."

Song Ningqing has no copper coins on her body, and looks at Bai Yuan, who is just a teenager with no pocket money.

Just when Song Ningqing was at a loss, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Twitter! Twitter!"

Song Ningqing looked back, there are so many tits in the world, the fat ones must be little sweet potatoes and fat potatoes!

"Why are you here?"

Song Ningqing raised her hand with a smile, and two little tits flying in the air immediately landed on his fingers and chirped, their little wings pointing to the door.

Song Ningqing looked out. Outside the store door, there was a chubby boy wearing a peach blossom blue Taoist clothes, combing a ponytail, and a red carp headband on his head, looking at him puffed up with his arms crossed.

"Who is this person! You are not allowed to play with him!"

"Xiao Heng?!"

Song Ningqing turned pale with shock, and hurried outside the shop, grabbed Xiao Heng's fat hand, and Xiao Heng hugged Song Ningqing's waist very naturally.

"Why did you go down the mountain by yourself?!"

"Aren't they still with you?"

Xiao Heng raised his head, Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato proudly puffed out their round chests, and flapped them with their small wings.

"Twitter!"

"No, you have to tell the adults when you go down the mountain, no matter what..."

Song Ningqing struggled, thinking about how to send Xiao Heng back, what's the matter with little sweet potato and fat potato?If you are really in danger, you may not be able to fly as fast as Xiao Heng can run.

Xiao Heng puffed up his chubby face: "Master said you can go down the mountain, and he even sent me to the gate of the town!"

"..."

Master is quite free today... Song Ningqing looked helpless, Bai Yuan came out curiously, and looked at this student Taohualuo who was younger than him.

"This is the first time I've seen Daotong, how old are you and what's your name?"

Xiao Heng turned his head away without answering, Song Ningqing patted his head.

"His name is Xiao Heng, he is eight years old."

"You are not allowed to talk to him, don't you like me the most!"

Xiao Heng yelled like a doll protecting food.Song Ningqing felt a little tired for the first time, so she nodded silently.

"……Fine."

Bai Yuan saw the fat boy named Xiao Heng raised his head buried in Song Ningqing's waist, and slightly curved his lips towards him, showing an evil smile.

...Senior Brother Song, this kid doesn't feel innocent, hey!

"I have to go to work in the next few days, so you can live in the town's resident first?"

"not good."

Xiao Heng shook his head firmly and grabbed Song Ningqing's waist.

"I want to follow you! You just want to leave, the soy milk you gave me this morning..."

Xiao Heng took a deep breath and shouted.

"There is no sugar added!"

The author has something to say: Xiao Heng:

I drank soy milk in the morning.

not sweet.

Sadness comes from it.

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