The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

In front of the Golden Palace of Penglai Saintess Yuan Qingchen, the scene of the previous fierce battle has long been lost.The white jade stone surface, depicting the gate of golden auspicious clouds, stretches all the way to the white marble stairs under the island.

Snake scales are engraved on the top of the stairs. Looking up, the whole staircase forms a tall and mighty beast with wings, like a dragon and a snake.

A pair of snow-white cloud boots stepped on the stairs, all the way up to the gate of the Golden Palace, where the snake opened its mouth, the gate of the Golden Palace opened slowly.

In the palace of resplendent splendor, candles with thousands of years of whale oil were lit today, and it was already daytime outside, but because the windows were closed tightly, the outside sunlight could not penetrate, so these candles were lit, and the room was illuminated like daylight. Generally bright.

It's just that in the main hall today, those tall stairs, jade seats, and golden carvings have all been removed. In the middle of the wide golden hall, three layers of white gauze are hung.

After the shark yarn, Yuan Qingchen was wearing a white light shirt, and her long hair, which was usually loose, was tied up high with a headdress made of shark beads and jade. With a white incense burner.

This white three-legged incense burner looks like jade but not jade, with the luster of ceramics, but it feels a little grainy to the touch.

"coming."

Yuan Qingchen lowered his head and opened the lid of the incense burner, and asked softly without looking up at the shark.

"Come as promised."

Song Ning Qingchao Yuan Qingchen cupped his hands, bent slightly, revealing Xiao Heng standing half a step behind him.

The names of Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing were written on the letter the day before yesterday.

So today, the two came to the Golden Palace together.It's just that Xiao Heng still hesitates in his heart now, why is Song Ningqing so sure that Yuan Qingchen can ask the immortal to lower his immortal power?

Xiao Heng asked Song Ningqing, but Song Ningqing smiled and said nothing.When asked again, he started to change the subject awkwardly. If Song Ningqing's hands were not shaking too much, Xiao Heng really couldn't bear it, so he had to hold back and not ask.

Now in the golden palace, seeing the woman who provoked dissension began to mumble about what to do again, Xiao Heng had already applied a ray of spiritual power to protect the altar, and also raised his hand to press Song Ningqing's body to prevent accidents.

It's just that how much preparation Xiao Heng has made is probably useless here.

With the sound of a crisp jade hitting, it was the sound of the incense burner being closed again.The unknown incense in the incense burner slowly ignited, and from the hollow, exuded a smell that Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing had never smelled before.

It is like the smell of mud after a spring rain, the steaming sea water in summer, the sweetness of osmanthus in autumn, and the fresh snow in winter.After the cold fragrance dissipated, Song Ningqing saw the girl's slender figure change from a sitting posture to a standing posture.

There was a sound from the surroundings, imitating the sound of a drum that entered the sky, and the girl followed the sound of the drum, gently raised her left foot, and then, with an unimaginably soft posture, flipped herself backwards and landed gracefully. Then he turned around again, raised his hands high, fingers slightly bent, like a lotus flower blooming and falling.

It's like...a dance of devotion...

Song Ningqing was thinking, Xiao Heng raised his hand to hold his eyes, Xiao Heng whispered in Song Ningqing's ear.

"Brother, I will be angry when I look at it again."

Song Ningqing didn't answer, he wanted to say... Even if he was blindfolded, he seemed to be able to see Yuan Qingchen's figure.Smelling the fragrance that represents the four seasons of heaven and earth in the golden palace, and following the drumbeats of the temple, follow Yuan Qingchen and step up the stairs in the void step by step.

Song Ningqing's eyes were covered with a white mist, and he could only vaguely see some white light spots, rotating in the white mist.

What is Xianli, mortals who know?

After someone from this world ascended to the upper world, they almost lost contact with the world.

If there is a catastrophe in the world, Xu will use the ancestral hall dedicated to the immortals to issue an edict from the immortals there.

But the decree is just a decree, and it is difficult to interfere with human affairs.

Therefore, everyone dreams of ascension, but no one knows what the situation will be after ascension.

Patriarch Bai once said, I want to ascend, because I have no opponent in this world, so once I fly to the upper world, I will be able to fight until there is nothing to fight.

So even if mortals don't know what the upper realm is like, the strength of immortals must be a world of difference from mortals.

It's just that the sound of the drum suddenly stopped, and the beautiful figure leading the way in front also disappeared. Song Ningqing stood in the void, surrounded by white mist, and the light spots in the white mist filled the sky, floating up and down.

Song Ningqing looked at the spot of light in front of her eyes, and stretched out her hand out of nowhere.

The spot of light was like a stream of light, like dewdrops on a branch in early spring, falling on Song Ningqing's hands, and then penetrated into his body.

Song Ningqing was startled, but only felt a warm current surge in his body, when he was thinking whether this was the power of a fairy, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, a big hole had been pierced in his left chest at some point.

Blood slowly flowed from the hole, and the heart in the chest... was gone.

[Please check my heart. 】

Song Ningqing stood on the spot, shouting towards the unknowable white mist, but his voice could not be heard, but Song Ningqing instinctively thought... those immortals who were watching him must have heard it.

Xiao Heng also stood in a white mist, but he sucked up all the light spots in the white mist.He looked inwardly at the brilliance inside the Lingtai and the dantian, and felt warm.

Xiao Heng didn't know why, when he stood here, he felt that he would be able to come up one day, just like returning to his own home.Those that brought him a sense of coercion were only temporary.They seemed to be infinitely happy about his arrival, but they hesitated a bit.

"Why are there two people?"

Listening to the whispers in the air, Xiao Heng thought they were talking about Song Ningqing.

"It's my senior brother, Song Ningqing." Xiao Heng said loudly.

"Song Ningqing...Song Ningqing..."

"Ah... people who are not from this world..."

"Can you check his mind?"

"Like colored glaze, colored glaze..."

Xiao Heng frowned more and more as he listened to the small voice. The Lord of the Spirit Bead, which hosts a violent black dragon, raised his head fiercely and looked around.

"What did you guys do to him?" Xiao Heng said word by word.

"The dream is about to die..."

"It will pass away..."

"Song Ningqing's heart..."

"I have checked..."

"In this way... grant him... immortal power..."

With the sound of broken ceramics, the place where Xiao Heng was shattered into light spots and dispersed. When the white light in front of him faded away, Xiao Heng raised his eyes and looked around, and saw Song Ningqing was still under his palm, not going anywhere .

"Brother!"

Xiao Heng raised his hand and pulled Song Ningqing back, and saw Song Ningqing slowly opened his eyes, first raised his hand to press his chest, and then stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Heng's face.

"I'm fine."

Xiao Heng still looked up and down Song Ningqing uncomfortably, and probed his body with spiritual energy, and finally confirmed that Song Ningqing was fine, and obtained the same immortal power as Xiao Heng.

Just a little less.

Song Ningqing turned her head to look at the place where she was dancing, and saw that Yuan Qingchen, who was dancing gracefully, seemed to have fallen to the ground, and the incense burner on the table was also broken.

"Saint? Saint!"

Song Ningqing hurried forward, and when she was about to lift the veil, she was stopped by a cold voice from behind the veil.

"Go back, you will be fine."

After Yuan Zhaoxing said a word, he didn't say much anymore, watching the two people outside Jiaosha bow their hands in this direction, saying that they would come to visit some other day, and then quietly exited the Golden Palace.

After the gate of the Golden Palace was closed, Yuan Zhaoxing and the little white snake in his clothes lowered their heads and looked at Yuan, whose spiritual power was overdrawn due to the dance of worshiping the gods, and most of his cultivation base was destroyed. light dust.

Using oneself as a medium, how could you not pay any price to ask the immortal to lower the immortal power?

"Are you satisfied?" Yuan Zhaoxing asked.

"It's just what I want to add to the chaos." Yuan Qingchen laughed softly.

"...In your dream, how did your cultivation recover?"

When Yuan Zhaoxing asked, Yuan Baiyin couldn't help but groan.

"Ah..." On Yuan Qingchen's old face, there was a strange smile in vain, "Naturally, I invite my destined husband to have sex with me... use his essence to help my body recover ..."

When Yuan Qingchen uttered the words "destined husband", Yuan Zhaoxing suddenly understood what he was going to say next. He immediately held the head of the little white snake in his palm, covered its eyes, and blocked it with a boundary array. Yuan Hakuin's sense of hearing was affected.

Therefore, what the curious little white snake heard was all blurred, roughly:

"Ah...Naturally, I invite my destined husband to Kasha Kasha...to use Kasha Kasha to help me recover..."

After Yuan Zhaoxing let go of his hand, Yuan Baiyin lowered his head and spat out the snake letter towards Yuan Qingchen, screaming as if he wanted her to say it again.

Yuan Qingchen smiled and refused to say anything, she lay on the ground and stretched out her hand tremblingly towards Yuan Zhaoxing.

"Penglai's elixir should be three more, give me one."

"...Do you want to ascend in the daylight?" Yuan Zhaoxing frowned.

"Master Penglai was joking. Since the appearance of the crack that day, who in the mortal world has been able to ascend? After all...you have to kill that monster."

Yuan Zhaoxing was silent for a moment, then turned and left, before leaving, he said lightly.

"I'll get you an elixir, it's really ugly in this state."

"yes……"

Yuan Qingchen raised his head and looked at the withered and aged bark-like lines under the day-like candlelight.

"But it's also kind of fun."

"Your destiny is over?" Yuan Zhaoxing confirmed.

"Well, it's over. After I get well, I will raise a hundred harems for fun."

"Your own people raise themselves."

After Yuan Zhaoxing finished speaking, he disappeared.

"Destiny..."

Yuan Qingchen muttered to herself, when she climbed the ladder, she actually got enlightenment from that dream again.

The last battle... Song Ningqing was actually necessary.

Did she hit it right?

As soon as Song Ningqing returned to the courtyard where she was temporarily staying, she collapsed.He has been tested in that dream for a long time, and he has some difficulties in absorbing those light spots. His physical body is fine, but his spirit is almost exhausted.

Xiao Heng checked and felt that Song Ningqing was just tired, so he picked him up and sent him back to the bedroom, took off his outer shirt for Song Ningqing, wiped himself with water, and then put him into the soft brocade quilt.

Song Ningqing's slightly wrinkled forehead was completely relieved, Xiao Heng breathed a sigh of relief, then he washed himself again, hugged Song Ningqing and slept beside him.

It's just that Xiao Heng was particularly excited after absorbing the power of the immortal, or there was some new change, Xiao Heng seemed to see a little blue light in his eyes.

That spot of light was in Song Ningqing's altar, and this strange blue light attracted Xiao Heng's attention inexplicably.The aura didn't look like something here, nor like something in the sky. Xiao Heng stretched out his hand in confusion, put the blue dot in his palm, and unexpectedly pulled out a book from Song Ningqing's mausoleum.

On the blue cover are written "Tianji Contemplation" in big characters.

"What is this...?"

Xiao Heng half sat up, slowly opened the first page, and then... couldn't stop.