The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

To use pearl fruit to sculpt the body, the most important thing is to have the blood of Song Ningqing.

But Song Ningqing has already melted to ashes, so where else can I find his blood?

Brothers who heard the news set foot on the Tingdao Mountain one after another, and the Tingdao Mountain was packed to the brim.

A senior brother suggested that if it doesn't work, they can still go to find Song Ningqing's parents, or brothers and sisters.After all, it hasn't been many years, maybe they are still alive.

However, Xiao Heng shook his head lightly and shook his head about the most troublesome thing for others.

"Brother's blood, I have it."

Peach Blossom Falling and the others couldn't help but have pupils quake for a moment: How could you have it?Where are you from?You, you have Song Ningqing's blood, what are you going to do?

"In short, from the past to the present, I have put away the things that my brother accidentally injured and stained with blood on weekdays."

Xiao Heng lowered his head and coughed, and pressed his hands on his chest, as if he was afraid that Song Ningqing would hear it.

However, the small ball of light still hit Xiao Heng's warm palm, as if saying "he heard it".

Chao Sheng gave a comprehensible "Oh", didn't he think that this handsome and handsome Xiao Xiao would still have a collection habit.

It's really perverted, maybe it's the day when we get married...

As soon as these words came out, the people around couldn't help coughing, and looked at Xiao Heng with unspeakable eyes, and Xiao Heng turned around with a calm face.

"I'm going to Yinxiu Mountain now."

"Let's go with us too!"

Taohualuo's brothers were very enthusiastic, but under Xiao Heng's cold gaze, they couldn't help but took a step back.

"If you don't go, don't go."

After Xiao Heng left, he had grown into an adult and was still a ball of snow-like and beautiful Fu Cui before he asked Yao Han softly.

"Why can't we follow?"

"Stupid." Compared with Fu Cui, Yao Han, who was more cool and handsome, raised his hand and knocked on Fu Cui's head, "After Mingzhuguo sculpted her body, Senior Brother Ning Qing came out, but he looked naked.

"

"Do you want to be blinded?"

Hearing Yao Han's words, Fu Cui couldn't help but shuddered, holding the long sword at her waist, and poked Yao Han's waist with her elbow.

"Master has already left the quiet room, let's go to Master to learn swords."

"...Just don't learn to cry."

Fu Cui Yaohan was about to go to the quiet room, but he saw senior brother Chao Sheng standing at the door of the quiet room, turned around and made a silent gesture to them, then entered the quiet room, and then closed the door.

Chao Sheng looked at the quiet room and began to sit by the carved window pane again, listening to Bai Zhanfeng blowing the sword.

"Master, before I entered the Demon Realm, I made an agreement with you, do you still remember?"

"...I still owe you a sword match."

Bai Zhanfeng nodded towards Chaosheng.

"I just have to wait for Ningqing to come back. I'll see that he's safe and sound."

"Who isn't?" Chao Sheng smiled, "I've been stuck at this juncture for too long."

Chao Sheng looked at Bai Zhanfeng quietly, and looked up at the sky outside the window.

When he fights Bai Zhanfeng, regardless of success or failure, he will put aside his past obsessions and continue to practice.

As for ascension... I always feel that that day is not far away.

Except for Bai Zhanfeng and others in the northern land, Yinxiu Mountain was deceived by Wushe and mistakenly thought that the monster itself was there. After coming to kill the demon, no one has set foot there for many years.

The devilish energy here has long since dissipated, and no matter when, the top of the mountain is covered with soft white snow all the year round.

Xiao Heng lightly protected his chest and walked on the snowy path leading directly to the top of the mountain.As soon as he entered Yinxiu Mountain, Xiao Heng seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice didn't come from his ears, but from the bottom of his heart.

That was what Xiao Heng heard a long, long time ago, as if he was tightly wrapped in a flower stamen, and he heard a soft and warm voice like a mother's call from time to time.

In front of a big withered tree, Xiao Heng squatted down and raised his hand to sweep away the thick white snow on the ground. Under the white snow, he found a pearl fruit shaped like a snow lotus.

"……I am back."

Xiao Heng gently rubbed the petals of the snow lotus with his fingers, and saw that the jade-white petals unfolded one after another, revealing the white stamens.

Xiao Heng took out a small piece of white rag from his sleeve. It was the marriage letter that Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng each cut off their index fingers at the wedding banquet earlier and wrote their marriage letters on white silk with blood spots from their fingertips.

Xiao Heng cut off a bit, then used his fingertips to lure out the blood bead, and then put the blood bead and the soul stored in his chest into the Pearl Fruit.

The pearl fruit eagerly swallowed these two things into the body, and then heard the rapid sound of branching, this plant like a seedling pearl fruit suddenly sprouted, and in an instant it was like a towering tree, with extremely luxuriant flower stems and branches. Just the outermost white petals are the size of an adult.

Xiao Heng gently pressed his forehead against the emerald green branches of the pearl fruit, and said softly.

"Brother, I'll wait for you."

After three cold and hot days, the white butterfly-like petals on the pearl fruit withered one by one, and a huge emerald green fruit grew out of it.

Xiao Heng, who was sitting cross-legged on the boulder beside him, slowly opened his eyes, walked towards the Pearl Fruit, and stretched out his hand under the blue fruit.Then there was a beeping sound as fine as an eggshell breaking, and the pearl fruit shattered, and a snow-white human figure fell out of the shattered and falling blue pieces.

Song Ningqing landed lightly in Xiao Heng's arms, just like in Xiao Heng's memory, her face, hair, every inch of her body from neck to toe, was exactly as it was in the past.

Xiao Heng put on Song Ningqing's usual peach-blossom blue shirt, and tied a red headband for him.

In this way, Song Ningqing seemed to just fall asleep, as long as he opened his eyes, he could call him "Xiao Heng" as before.

Xiao Heng raised his hand to gently caress Song Ningqing's tender cheeks, then lowered his head and kissed Song Ningqing's forehead.

"Brother."

Listening to this call, Song Ningqing seemed to finally wake up from the deep water that was pressing down on his body, and broke through the shackles and came to the surface of the water.

With a light cough, Song Ningqing opened her eyes, looked at Xiao Heng who was close at hand, couldn't help but smiled and raised her hand to touch Xiao Heng's head.

"Why are your eye sockets so red like a rabbit?"

"...Because I waited too long."

Xiao Heng buried his head on Song Ningqing's neck, a little hot and humid water fell on Song Ningqing's neck, Song Ningqing groped and held Xiao Heng's hand tightly.Just like when Xiao Heng first came to Peach Blossom, Song Ningqing grabbed his hand without hesitation.

From then on, the sky and the earth, the blue sky and the yellow spring, will never be separated again.

Three years after Song Ningqing returned to Taohualuo, Bai Zhanfeng and Chao Sheng fought against Tingdao Mountain.

Both of them didn't use spiritual power, they just competed with their physical body and swordsmanship.Naturally, the crowd did not want to miss it. Some stood on top of other hills, holding their swords in their arms to watch, while others sat under the peach blossom trees, drinking around a banquet and listening to the sound of swords.

Song Ningqing and Xiao Heng stood on the roof of Wangyue Huaiyuan Building, and they could almost see the figures of Bai Zhanfeng and Chao Sheng.The two are just like mortals, fighting each other purely with sword skills.

At first, it seemed that it was just a discussion, but after Chao Sheng shaved off a strand of Patriarch Bai's beard, the atmosphere suddenly became menacing.Afterwards, it gradually became like a life-and-death struggle.

But no one stopped them, no one made a sound, and everyone quietly watched the stunning sword match in front of them.Obviously no spiritual power was used, but both of them have gone through countless battles, and their physical bodies have already been tempered.Regardless of the speed or the speed of counterattack, the swords in the hands of the two are still fast enough to pierce the raindrops falling in the wind and the icy sword light of the opponent, but they cannot pierce the raging fighting spirit in their hearts!

Who is stronger!it's me!

Who has the sharpest sword!it's me!

The fierce god bowed his head, and saw a young boy fighting with a sword under the throne!

The man who has been tempered into steel wields the strongest sword here!

The way of heaven listens and proves my way!With this sword sound, it resounded through the sky!

There was a terrifying sound of rubbing metal and stone, and when the two sharp spiritual swords pierced through the safety protection of Patriarch Bai and Chao Sheng, there was a sudden strong wind, and heavy clouds and fog completely covered the top of Ting Dao Mountain!

Hearing the clang of the sword, countless brutal sword intents spread throughout the entire Taohualuo along with the roar of the sword.

No ghosts dared to look up at Tingdao Mountain, and the disciples with low cultivation were already crying and lying on the body of the senior brothers.

How long did the sword cry last, one moment, two moments?When Jian Ming completely calmed down, the brother who was drinking under the peach blossom tree picked up the hot wine on the table with trembling fingers, but the wine was already cold.

"Who won?"

Xiao Heng looked at Tingdao Mountain where the clouds and mist were gradually dissipating in front of him, and lowered his head to ask Song Ningqing.

Song Ningqing shook her head. Although he was watching with good eyes just now, under the cover of the protruding clouds and mist, he really couldn't see anything.

It seems that this shocking sword should not be peeped by mortals.

The cloud and mist completely dissipated, Bai Patriarch and Chao Sheng stood opposite each other, after a long time, Chao Sheng and Bai Patriarch bowed deeply to each other.Not for the righteousness of master and apprentice, but for a hearty and hearty match between chess and opponents.

Chao Sheng has never felt that he is so powerful, nor has he felt that he is so weak.

Hearing that the clouds and mists rolled over Dao Mountain, there were dark clouds, spiritual rain and thunder calamity fell, the depression in my heart was resolved, and Chao Sheng's cultivation that had been stagnant in the transformation stage for decades finally broke through again.

After the thunder tribulation was over, Chao Sheng looked down at his hands, then suddenly smiled and turned to look at Xiao Heng who was on the Moon-Waiyuan Building.

"Junior Brother Xiao, I may ascend earlier than you."

Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing paid homage to Chao Sheng from a distance.

"Congratulations, brother Chaosheng."

"But I have to wait for Senior Brother Ningqing." Xiao Heng looked at Song Ningqing who was beside him, "There is no rush to ascend. After you arrived in the upper realm, you found good wine. Let's drink together later."

Chao Sheng nodded, while Patriarch Bai hummed and blew on his beard, heartbrokenly picked up the strand of white hair that fell on the ground, thinking about sticking it with rice.

"Ascension..."

Patriarch Bai turned around and walked into the quiet room, raised his hand to press his chest, the oath engraved in his soul has been completed, and the monster that killed Lord Baichuan is dead.Maybe...his day is near, too.

For the next hundred years, Song Ningqing continued to practice with a new body, and watched Xiao Heng resist the catastrophe again and again, and refused to ascend to the upper realm.Even during a trip, he caught "Tianji Contemplation" saying threatening words.

"Let Tiandao be quiet, otherwise I will go to the upper realm as you have arranged before, but I will not just be king in the heavenly realm and let it go. Instead, I will kill Tiandao and make this realm no longer definite."

"Tianji Guanxiang" was so frightened that he tried his best to fly to the sky.

Song Ningqing couldn't help chuckling as she watched "Tianji Contemplation" escape.

"Why are you scaring it? It doesn't care."

"Well, it's one thing to know..." Xiao Heng said.

"However," Song Ningqing raised her hand and tapped Xiao Heng's forehead, "What you said so harshly just now is true, right?"

Song Ningqing looked at Xiao Heng with a smile, and saw that the light in his eyes was not extinguished, with a little fighting intent.

"But it's natural." Song Ningqing looked up at the sky, "Only when you leave your fate will you realize how precious you are."

Xiao Heng stood up and walked to the bow of the painting boat.

Two chubby dolls wearing red bellybands, who were as fat as ginseng dolls, brought the Chunlei Qin to Xiao Heng and put it on the desk at the bow.

"Xiao Heng! Play the piano!"

Little Sweet Potato and Fat Potato, which had turned into human shapes, smiled and waved at Xiao Heng. Because they were too fat, they squeezed their faces when they smiled, and their eyes almost narrowed into slits.

Xiao Heng nodded, lifted the flying white veil hanging from the bow of the boat, and Xiao Heng sat behind the qin, stroking the qin.

Song Ningqing sat next to Xiao Heng, watching the jade white fingers tickling and flying on the strings, and the sound of lingling was endless.

This boat will pass through rivers, lakes, seas, other worlds, fairy mountains and caves unknown to ordinary people.

In addition to practicing, they also have a long time to accompany them, going to unseen places and seeing unseen scenery.

They depend on each other all their lives, and they are inseparable in life and death.

At the end of the song, Song Ningqing lightly shook Xiao Heng's hand, looked up, and saw blue waves thousands of feet away, and the light boat had passed Ten Thousand Mountains.