The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

The crowds in Wangfeng Town were bustling with each other, and there were so many people under the protection of Taohualuo, so the evil disaster could not be burned here.

Xiao Heng walked on the street. The last time he visited Wangfeng Town was decades ago.Song Ningqing went down the mountain for the first time, but she refused to take him there, which made him angry for a long time.

Because the soy milk was not mixed with sugar, Xiao Heng wanted to go down the mountain to find Song Ningqing to "settle the score".However, at that time Xiao Heng still didn't understand what caring was, so he could only bluntly say that he was looking for trouble.

As a result, he got entangled with two fat tits all the way, and before he reached the mountain gate, he was picked up by Patriarch Bai with his clothes on the back of his neck.

"Where are you going to go by yourself, little fat man?"

"...Look for senior brother."

Hearing Xiao Heng's complaints, Patriarch Bai stroked his beard and laughed, and took Xiao Heng to the entrance of Wangfeng Town in no time.

"Go, find your senior brother."

"It's no big deal," Patriarch Bai patted Xiao Heng's head with a smile, "I miss my senior brother."

"I do not have!"

Xiao Heng immediately refuted, and Patriarch Bai flew away long ago.

When Xiao Heng saw Song Ningqing, he couldn't control himself and rushed forward.

Now that I think about it, I was afraid that there would be another important person, and if I lost it like my father, what would he do?

Xiao Heng was walking in the town, holding the small oil lamp in his palm, but no matter whether he passed the place where Taohualuo was stationed here, or the place where the Sun family's house was, the oil lamp did not respond in any way.

Xiao Heng's heart sank, but he felt that it was expected.He was about to turn around and leave, but when he passed by a pastry shop, he suddenly felt a spark from the oil lamp in his palm.

Xiao Heng stopped and looked sideways at the pastry shop, seeming to have some impressions.

It seems... Song Ningqing bought him a box of snacks here back then.Xiao Heng walked into the shop slowly. The enthusiastic shopkeeper had introduced no less than [-] kinds of snacks to Xiao Heng in a short period of time, but Xiao Heng only looked at the table with egg yolk cakes.

"Would you like some egg yolk shortbread?" the shopkeeper asked.

After a while, Xiao Heng nodded.

"Wrap that up for me."

After a while, Xiao Heng came out of the store carrying a box of egg yolk pastry, and a little piece of soul that he kept in his sleeve.

When Song Ningqing first came down the mountain, she didn't remember going to the station where Taohualuo was stationed, or where she drew her sword to kill the enemy for the first time, but she stayed at the place where she bought egg yolk cakes for his junior brother....

Is it because he is worried that his junior brother has no snacks and lost his temper again?

Xiao Heng pressed the corners of his eyes, and when he got out of Wangfeng Town, he found a gazebo, opened the box of egg yolk shortbread, and ate the whole box of shortbread bit by bit.

"……It is too sweet."

Xiao Heng said softly, he stretched out his hand on his sleeve, and only touched the weak soul piece with his fingertips.

"Why don't I remember that the dim sum you bought me back then was so sweet?"

Xiao Heng smiled, stood up and walked towards the next destination.

He hadn't thought at this moment that this small soul piece was actually the only one he could find.

Xiao Heng then went to Mingyue City, stayed in the Immortal Inn in that city, and then went to the former residence of the Golden Boy.Decades later, Mingyue City has changed a bit.

The former residence of Dian Jintong has been turned into a restaurant, Xiao Heng went in and walked around, but the oil lamp in his palm didn't respond at all.Xiao Heng was worried that this stupid senior brother didn't know where he went, so he counted the bricks in Mingyue City and walked one by one. No matter how the people around him looked at him strangely, he didn't care.

Xiao Heng listened to the gossip of passers-by, and suddenly heard a familiar name.

"The young master who made the poems in the rain, said that he was seriously ill."

"Luo Yu Cheng Shi also contributed a lot in this evil disaster."

"The young master heard that his health is not very good."

……

After hearing these words, Xiao Heng still walked forward step by step.Everyone present knew that Song Ningqing died with that monster in front of him that day.

Xiao Heng didn't care about other people's feelings for Song Ningqing, he just didn't believe that Song Ningqing really left at that time.He also thought that with the protection of the immortal power, his stupid senior brother would surely be able to turn danger into good luck.

But it took a long time for Master and Senior Brother Chao Sheng to tell him...they couldn't find Song Ningqing.

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that Xi Qianzhong immediately vomited blood.And A Miao said, he didn't believe it, and wanted to come up and grab Xiao Heng for an explanation, but then he seemed to be knocked out and taken away.

statement?Xiao Heng himself wanted it too.

Xiao Heng stood at the gate of Mingyue City. He had traveled everywhere in the city, but the oil lamp in his palm still didn't respond, and he didn't feel any familiar soul energy.

...It doesn't matter, if you look for it elsewhere, as long as the senior brother waits where he is, he will definitely find it.

In the next few years, Xiao Heng searched for the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, Yuwengyuan, and even the Demon Realm.

In the twelve levels of the Demon Realm, his Boluoyun City is still there, and so is the peach blossom forest he planted.Xiao Heng walked in the forest, divided the flowers and brushed the willows, lifted the bent peach blossom branches, but he never saw the young man in the soft blue shirt with a smile like spring breeze on the opposite side.

Xiao Heng returned to Peach Blossom Fall, but he still couldn't find Song Ningqing's other soul pieces.

Senior brother Chao Sheng asked him to stop and calm down, but Xiao Heng didn't dare.

"Senior brother Chaosheng, what do you think of my current cultivation?"

"...Are you going to enter the realm of tribulation?"

Xiao Heng nodded, possessing immortal power, even if he didn't cultivate, his cultivation level would still rise. It seemed that the world and the heavens were urging him to leave this world as soon as possible.

But how can he go?

Xiao Heng looked at Tingdao Mountain, Patriarch Bai hadn't gone to the meditation room for several years, and he refused to meet anyone.

"If I wait any longer, I will climb the ladder."

Xiao Heng touched the red headband hanging on his shoulders, and smiled at Chao Chaosheng.

"The year before last, I went to Mahayana, stepped into the realm of time during that thunder calamity, and met my former senior brother."

"He seemed to be stunned. For some reason, someone else appeared during the thunder calamity."

"I saw that he was really pitiful and cute, with long hair draped around his shoulders, so I couldn't help but put the hair in my hand to tie it up for him."

"But once the thunder calamity is over, the hair tie is still in my hands, and the current things cannot be sent back to the past."

Xiao Heng passed Chaosheng and walked forward, just like he left Taohualuo back then.

"I thought my heart was calm, but when I saw him again, I was still full of turmoil, and I couldn't let go of my heart."

"I miss senior brother, I miss senior brother, I want to see him, I... like Ning Qing."

Xiao Heng looked up at the sky and said flatly.

"Until I find my senior brother, I will not go to heaven."

"Even if the secret is coming, I just want to practice my own way."

"Wait for him."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that the Dao of Heaven was enraged, and several thunderbolts suddenly struck down in the air, but Xiao Heng did not dodge or dodge, those thunderbolts did not dare to injure the son of luck, so they had to gently fall aside.

As Xiao Heng looked at the dark clouds, his pupils suddenly shrank.

When Xiao Heng reappeared, he was already suspended in the sky where thousands of thunders fell.

He held a small book in his hand, with the words "Visualization of Heavenly Secrets" written on it.

"Tianji Guanxiang" slowly opened the snow-white pages, and ink characters emerged line by line.

【You son of luck are really willful! 】

[Don't be afraid of being struck by lightning! 】

[No way... who made you the pillar of this world? 】

[Give it back to you. 】

"Tianji Contemplation" flipped the pages of the book, and on the last page, a group of snow-white souls slowly floated up.

Different from the false souls collected by the monster Wushe, this is a real soul that is full of vitality and can hear the breathing of that soul.

【This is Song Ningqing's soul. 】

[It's just that I'm not all for you, or for some destiny. 】

【Because of this idiot...】

【Before we die together, remember me. 】

[He told me to "run away". 】

[He is too stupid. 】

[I can't stand it. 】

So... At the risk of his body collapsing, he wrapped up that small, pure white soul.

While waiting for the return.