It turned out that the jade pendant given by the man in white was indeed useful.
He walked into the house with the jade pendant in his pocket, and didn't encounter any bad luck along the way. He didn't even fall down. It was simply a miracle.
He didn’t know if it was a psychological effect, but Ruan Qiuping felt that when he walked into the house with the jade pendant, the flowers and grasses in the garden that were originally wilted and about to die became much more energetic.
Night fell, the sky was full of stars, and the parents had fallen asleep, but Ruan Dongdong woke up and was sticking out her tongue at Ruan Qiuping through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Ruan Qiuping carefully used magic to put the piece of white jade given by the man in white around Ruan Dongdong's neck.
Ruan Dongdong looked at the jade pendant that suddenly appeared on her neck and played with it curiously for a while. She pinched the jade pendant with her chubby little hands and looked up at Ruan Qiuping and giggled. She opened and closed her little mouth and uttered two words in fragments: "Brother, brother..."
Ruan Qiuping stood there in a daze, and said in disbelief: "Dongdong, what did you say? Say it again!"
"elder brother!"
This was the first time Ruan Dongdong called him brother.
Ruan Qiuping felt like his heart was melting. If he was a marshmallow, he would have turned into sugar water at this moment.
"Brother... hug me!" Ruan Dongdong opened his arms and shouted tenderly.
Ruan Qiuping couldn't help but take a step forward, but then he quickly reacted and stepped back. He lowered his arms, shook his head, and said softly, "Brother can't hold Dongdong."
Even if Ruan Dongdong had the jade pendant of the lucky god, it didn't mean he could touch Ruan Dongdong without restraint. What if something went wrong? What if his bad luck destroyed the good luck of the jade pendant? What if Dongdong got hurt or sick
Ruan Dongdong tilted her head in confusion, but she did not pursue the matter further. She just lowered her head and played with her jade pendant for a while, and fell into a deep sleep while playing.
Ruan Qiuping was sitting on the swing about ten meters away from Ruan Dongdong, quietly watching his beloved sister sleeping.
Tonight, he touched someone for the first time.
Tonight, Ruan Dongdong called him brother for the first time.
Ruan Qiuping swung on the swing and flew very high.
Moreover, he was even able to swing on the swing without any harm.
The rope did not break, the board did not crack, the screws did not loosen, and there was no ancient evil bird that suddenly flew over and pecked at his wrist.
Ruan Qiuping looked up at the beautiful and bright starry sky, swung hard on the swing, and smiled so hard that her eyes curved into crescents.
It looks like this is going to be a really great night.
The news that the auspicious god Yu Huan had successfully descended to the earth quickly spread throughout the heavens. Today, Ruan Qiuping had heard three or four of his classmates asking the teacher in a roundabout way about the coordinates of Yu Huan's descent to the earth. They hoped that when they could descend to the earth in two days, they could go over and see him.
In fact, after the gods of fortune came down to earth, their fate had become the same as that of normal people after being manipulated by the God of Destiny. So these gods wanted to come down to earth to see the gods of fortune, not because they wanted to get some good luck or something, but because they wanted to do a small favor for the gods of fortune in the mortal world. When the gods of fortune come back after surviving the disaster, they could use this as an excuse to ask them for some good luck.
After Siming sent away the eighth student who wanted to find out Yu Huan's coordinates on earth, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Siming stroked his beard, signaling all students to be quiet, and then he said loudly: "Everyone be quiet, I have something to explain. Everyone still remembers that Siming Academy not only manages the fate of the human world, but also roughly records the fate of the immortals who have descended to the mortal world. So this month, the content of your internship is to follow the immortals who have descended to the mortal world and record all the major events that have happened in their lives..."
Before Siming finished speaking, cheers broke out in the classroom, with many people clapping their desks and shouting "Jishen".
"Quiet, quiet!" Siming took the blackboard eraser and patted the desk, "Quiet!"
After the students calmed down, Siming continued, "But! During this period, there are a total of 8 gods who have come down to earth, and there are 24 students in our class, so this is actually a group task. Each group of three will be responsible for a god who has come down to earth..."
Grouping
Ruan Qiuping lowered his head and turned the pen.
Sure enough, the classroom immediately became lively again. Some people were discussing with their classmates in a low voice, some were looking around, and some were glancing at Ruan Qiuping's position from time to time.
Finally, someone raised his hand boldly: "Teacher, how do we divide this group?"
Siming shook the lottery tube and said with a smile: "Of course we have to draw lots in Siming Academy. Whoever you draw is your fate."
The students looked at each other in confusion, with uneasiness immediately evident on their faces.
The draw was over after three minutes.
The two students who were drawn to be in the same group with Ruan Qiuping looked deathly pale.
A shorter classmate named Jingyang was about to cry.
He pulled out a wrinkled bad luck-removing talisman from his arms, and said in a tearful voice, "Is there anyone who can help me replace this talisman? I accidentally dropped this talisman into the water yesterday, and something went wrong. If anyone is willing to replace it with me, I'm willing to pay any price."
Everyone backed away, no one was willing to trade with him.
Another student named Chen Hai also looked unhappy. He hesitated for a while, finally gritted his teeth, and looked up at the teacher: "Teacher, I don't want to be in the same group with Ruan Qiuping."
Siming looked a little embarrassed: "After you come to the mortal world, your luck and magic power will be sealed. Even Ruan Qiuping will only have one tenth of bad luck left. Besides, you still have the bad luck-removing talisman given by the God of Fortune, so nothing will happen..."
"Even so, I don't want to be in the same group with Ruan Qiuping, teacher. If I can't change groups, I won't attend the class because I think life is more important than credits." Chen Hai argued.
Ruan Qiuping raised his right hand and spoke unsteadily: "Teacher, I can be in a group by myself, but I have a condition. I want to be responsible for recording the fate of Yu Huan."
Si Ming looked at the tearful Jing Yang and Chen Hai who threatened to drop out of school, sighed, and said, "You can form a group by yourself, but you can't record Yu Huan's fate. You have to draw lots for that too. After all, we have to be fair and just."
Drawing lots, that's it.
If he can draw a good lot, even a rooster can lay eggs.
Ruan Qiuping sighed deeply.
But when they heard the teacher say that Ruan Qiuping could be in a group by himself, the two students who had been crying and making a fuss finally calmed down.
Sima Ming arranged the two of them into other groups, and then began to draw the gods who would descend to the earth that each group would be responsible for.
After Ruan Qiuping got the lottery ticket, he didn't want to open it. His mind was full of thoughts about how to secretly find Yu Huan after coming to the mortal world.
After the team leaders opened their signature sheets, sighs could be heard one after another, and everyone started whispering to each other.
"I didn't draw the lucky god, who did you draw?"
"Hongyang Immortal Lord..."
"Who drew the lucky god?"
"Group 7 got the prize, right? I seemed to have heard it just now!"
"Group 7 did not draw the lucky god. You heard it wrong. Group 7 drew Qisheng..."
"Teacher, there's something wrong with the lottery. No group got Yu Huan!"
"Something went wrong?" Siming frowned and said, "This shouldn't be the case... Everyone, take a closer look at your sign and see if it's Yu Huan?"
All the students looked down at the lottery tickets and shook their heads: "No!"
This is quite strange... Is there really something wrong with the lot? Or is it that someone drew the lot but didn't tell anyone, but this doesn't make sense, what's going on...
Ruan Qiuping touched his chin and thought hard.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the lot in his hand.
"Bang!" Ruan Qiuping stood up suddenly, and was so excited that he even knocked over the chair behind him.
He raised the stick in his hand and stammered, "Teacher, I... I... Yu Huan!"
The whole class suddenly became silent.
"You mean, you drew Yu Huan?" Siming asked in disbelief.
Ruan Qiuping nodded stiffly.
In order to prevent the commander from not believing him, Ruan Qiuping used magic to fly the sign in his hand directly in front of Sima Ming.
Siming took the stick and read it several times before he believed it: "It is indeed true... Then Ruan Qiuping will be responsible for Yu Huan alone..."
The whole audience was in an uproar.
"How is that possible? He is the God of Bad Luck. How can he draw the God of Good Luck?"
"Wait a minute, think about it the other way around. Could it be that drawing the lucky god is actually a bad omen?"
"How is that possible? Stop comforting yourself..."
"This is incredible. Ruan Qiuping's luck is so good that it's like he was touched by a lucky god."
"It's impossible that he was touched by the God of Fortune, but it's possible that he really bought a genuine item from the God of Fortune..."
Ruan Qiuping suddenly realized.
He asked how he could have drawn such a good fortune, and it turned out to be because of the jade pendant from last night.
It seems that the jade pendant is really extraordinary. It only took him a short while to draw such a good fortune today... Should he thank the man in white who gave him the jade pendant? But he didn't know the man's name... Forget it, as long as he didn't see him, it would be the best way to thank the kind-hearted god...
Just then, a small ball of paper was thrown onto Ruan Qiuping's desk.
Ruan Qiuping opened the paper ball curiously.
There is a passage in it.
"… I'm sorry, if my talisman hadn't been broken, I would definitely be willing to be your team member. I'm really sorry!!! - Jing Yang"
There is also a picture of a little man bowing below this passage.
Ruan Qiuping was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw the student named Jingyang smiling at him embarrassedly.
Is this the legendary little note
Ruan Qiuping tore off a piece of paper, wrote "It's okay" in a ferocious manner, and threw it back.
He folded up the small note he had just received and put it between the pages of the book, shaking his legs happily.
Today he not only drew an extremely lucky lottery ticket, but also received a small note in class that was said to be passed between people who were close to each other.
What a beautiful day!
In the blink of an eye, it was the day for them to come down to earth and practice.
Counting the days, Yu Huan has been on earth for five days. He is about four or five years old, which is just the right age to start cultivating a childhood sweetheart.
Ruan Qiuping was thinking in his mind as he stepped steadily through the Vanity Gate.
After crossing the first gate of vanity, there are two more gates in front of them. One is called the "Entering the World Gate", which is for mortals to experience tribulations. There are three staff members sitting in front of the gate, and they need to complete the formalities before they can enter. The gate that Ruan Qiuping and his friends passed through is a small gate called the "Observing Dust Gate", which is guarded by a staff member. Seeing that they are students led by Siming, they only let them sign and put on the bracelet to enter.
The bracelet cannot be worn or removed by oneself. It is a magical instrument specially made by the Heavenly Court. It will automatically seal nine-tenths of the spells and luck of all the gods who have descended to the earth. For the students of their Siming Academy, it will also automatically teleport them to the vicinity of the gods they are responsible for.
Ruan Qiuping put on the bracelet and walked into Guanchen Gate. In an instant, he felt as if he was falling thousands of miles away. He felt dizzy and his ears were ringing.
After his feet touched the ground, he took more than a minute to relax before opening his eyes.
The bracelet flashed a faint blue light, indicating that he was within a hundred meters of Yu Huan. At the same time, it began to display a 30-hour countdown.
Ruan Qiuping looked around and frowned.
This is an abandoned factory. Looking around, it looks empty and dilapidated, and it doesn't look like there is anyone here.
Why are four or five-year-old children here
But it is better to be careful, in order not to be discovered, Ruan Qiuping still prepared to put on the invisibility talisman. They came to the mortal world only to record the fate of the immortals who had experienced tribulations, so it was best not to let the immortals see their appearance. Even if they saw them, they would try their best to disguise their identities and pretend to be mortals.
In order to facilitate their work, the assistant dean gave each of them an invisibility talisman before they came down to earth.
Wait... Where's my talisman?!
Ruan Qiuping searched all his pockets but couldn't find the talisman.
Ruan Qiuping sighed. It seemed that his bad luck was starting to take effect again.
Before Ruan Qiuping had time to think quietly about where the talisman was lost, his thoughts were interrupted by the clanging sounds of machetes.
What's that sound? Could it be that something happened to Yu Huan
Ruan Qiuping followed the sound and walked quietly into the depths of the building.
After walking around the stacked paint cans, Ruan Qiuping found a half-open door. Looking through the crack in the door, Ruan Qiuping felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
A shirtless man, holding a big knife in his hand, his body splattered with bright red blood, was carrying Ruan Qiuping on his back, seemingly dissecting a corpse.
Murder scene? Dismemberment scene
Ruan Qiuping didn't dare to breathe, and his chest felt cold. Even though he was a god who had lived for more than 200 years, it was the first time he saw a real murder scene.
Just then, there were some slight movements in the paint bucket next to it.
Ruan Qiuping's heart instantly rose. He turned his head carefully, but saw a child in black clothes sitting with his knees hugged in the pile of paint buckets.
At the same time, the flashing blue light on Ruan Qiuping's bracelet stopped.
It turns out that this child is Yu Huan who came down to earth.
But why is he here? What is he doing hiding here
Xiao Yuhuan raised his head. His face was pale, which made his two large eyes look particularly dark. In addition, his cheeks, neck, arms, and clothes were all smeared with black dust and paint, and he looked very embarrassed.
The child's appearance made it impossible for Ruan Qiuping to regard him as his mortal enemy Yu Huan. He could only regard him as an ordinary child who was only two years older than Ruan Dongdong.
Seeing Ruan Qiuping, the child propped himself up and stood up, then took a step back, his eyes cold and alert.
"Who?!" The big man inside the door suddenly shouted. He seemed to have heard the rustling noise here, so he turned around and walked towards this side.
The footsteps were getting closer, and Ruan Qiuping felt more and more nervous.
"Run!" Ruan Qiuping shouted at the child, but the child seemed not to understand and did not move.
"Bang!" The big man kicked the door open.
Bloody hands and a face that was mostly splattered with blood came into view, and even from the corner of my eye I could see the snow-white arm he was holding swaying as he moved...
Ruan Qiuping stopped breathing for a moment.
Unable to think, Ruan Qiuping immediately stretched out his palm and placed it in front of the child, blocking his vision.
The next second, the arm shook and splashed blood onto the back of Ruan Qiuping's hand.
Ruan Qiuping shuddered with disgust.
Ruan Qiuping's hand did not touch the child, nor did he cover his eyes. He just stood in front of him to block the child's sight.
So when Ruan Qiuping lowered his head, he clearly saw the child blink his eyes and raised his head to look at him.
The child's distinct black and white eyes collided with Ruan Qiuping's. Ruan Qiuping was startled and suddenly remembered his unlucky physique. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and moved away from the child.
But the child's dark eyes stared at Ruan Qiuping motionlessly, as if he wanted to stare a hole in him.
"It's a pig."
The child suddenly spoke.
Ruan Qiuping's eyes widened.
Why is this kid still swearing
Besides, this kid is too bold. He is not afraid of seeing people being killed.
"Who the hell let you in? Didn't you see it said no outsiders allowed? Wait, you're a reporter..." The big man pointed at Ruan Qiuping's nose and asked in a rough voice.
Ruan Qiuping raised his head and looked at the big man.
He is an adult, he has lived for more than two hundred years, he is a god, he can't be cowardly!
He summoned up his courage and said loudly: "What do you want to do..."
etc.
Ruan Qiuping's gaze stopped on the big man's right hand.
What he saw out of the corner of his eye just now was clearly a white arm, how did it turn into... a pig's trotter
So this big guy...
Ruan Qiuping turned sideways and looked towards the room behind the big man.
I saw a pile of dead pigs lying on the ground.
It turned out to be an illegal slaughterhouse...
"You're still looking! What are you looking at? Are you a reporter? Leave your camera to me!" The big man shouted again and turned around to get a wooden stick from behind the door.
Ruan Qiuping was afraid that his bad luck would infect the child, so he didn't dare to run with him in his arms. Fortunately, there was a layer of plastic sheet covering the paint bucket. Ruan Qiuping quickly tore off the plastic sheet, wrapped the child twice, then picked him up and ran forward.
However, no matter how fast he moved, it still took some time. He had just turned around and ran two steps when the big man's wooden stick hit Ruan Qiuping directly on the back.
Ruan Qiuping staggered after being hit, but quickly continued running forward.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the big man chasing him was tripped by the paint bucket and fell to the ground.
Ruan Qiuping raised his eyebrows and finally felt a little more balanced.
If you dare to fight the God of Bad Luck, I will curse you with bad luck!
Ruan Qiuping cursed the big man in his heart and looked down at the child in his arms.
After he came down to earth, his bad luck had already been reduced by nine-tenths. Now, wrapped in thick plastic sheeting, it can block out a lot of bad luck.
But even so, the child would definitely be in trouble if he touched him. Thinking of this, he felt a little guilty.
Ruan Qiuping ran and panted, "I'm sorry kid, I didn't mean to touch you, you might be in trouble... I'll put you down right away..."
At this moment, the child suddenly stretched out his hand, gently circled Ruan Qiuping's neck, and then buried his head in his neck.
Ruan Qiuping's body stiffened, his pupils dilated slightly, and a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek, but he forgot to wipe it off.
Even the movement of running slowed down.
…It’s a hug.