[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

After Yang Jing finished his task, he didn't want to stay in Song's house anymore. After all, the other party was reserved, and he didn't really want to be there, so he said a few words casually and said goodbye. Sex kept him for a while, and then sent someone to send him back to the Nightmare Forest.

Sending Yang Jing away, several people looked at each other, speechless for a moment.The second daughter-in-law of the Song family opened her mouth but didn't speak. She stabbed her husband quietly in the back. Is he really the son of the president of the Academy of Sciences?"

"Is there anything else?" Old Master Song gave him a sideways glance, and strode inside after speaking.

The Song family couple and the two younger ones followed behind. At this time, there were no outsiders around, and Song Keyang was even more unscrupulous: "Brother, you should avoid contact with that person in the future. Seeing him talking like a god, he might be mentally ill, and he has a bad temper." If the review is not good, I guess he has bad intentions for you."

Mr. Song stopped, looked back at his grandson, and asked suspiciously, "How do you know he has a bad reputation?"

When Song Keyang heard his grandfather ask this, gossip flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to talk about what he knew, and gestured with both hands, "But Sister Xia told me that in school, Yang Jing's reputation was poor. He also said that before he married Zhang Junzuo, he had been stalking a young master of the Jiuqu Army, and most of the school knew about it."

The Song family has always kept a low profile, and they really don't know about these things. Seeing the Song family couple's surprised expressions, Mr. Song's complexion changed slightly, he paused, and scolded: "Stop saying such things in the future!"

Song Keyang was not reconciled, and was still talking stubbornly: "It's the truth, what ability does he have? He has no supernatural powers, and his body is too weak to withstand the potential potion. Fortunately, he is the son of the president of the Academy of Sciences. It's a joke. He even brags about accepting his younger brother." As a disciple, he also received three slaps from his younger brother, I don’t know where he got the Pima pill, if he said it was made by him, I absolutely don’t believe it.”

The old man Song's reprimand just now was half-truth and half-false. He was more worried about his grandson's one-sidedness, so he put on a straight face and warned him not to talk nonsense, so as not to provoke gossip.But after hearing what he said later, I couldn't help being angry. I gave Song Keyang a hard look with a livid face, and said sternly: "This kind of thing can also be said outside? No matter what he is, Yang Jing is the young master of the Yang family after all. Now Marry Zhang Junzuo again, don't even think about this kind of thing in the future, then Yang Jing is no longer capable, he took out Pima Pill, and based on this alone, he is qualified to accept Song Chu as his disciple. "

No matter how unwilling Song Keyang was, he didn't dare to speak now, and lowered his head pitifully.

"Dad, calm down, calm down."

"Yeah, Dad, don't bother with this brat, he's just heartless."

The Song family couple hurried up to persuade Mr. Song, one was in charge of comforting, the other was in charge of scolding Song Keyang, Song Chu also took his brother's arm, and said in a calm voice, "Brother, don't say that, after all, that Yang Jing gave us He gave me a pima pill, he was kind to me in terms of emotion and reason, he wanted to accept me as an apprentice, so I recognized him as a master, and he even gave me a gift, he must be a good person."

Song Keyang looked at him with a bitter face, "Brother, can our family do without you? I bought you a broken mace?"

Song Chu nodded solemnly: "This mace is simple and domineering, domineering and sharp, sharp and thick, and thick and luxurious, I like it very much."

Mr. Song: "..."

The Song family couple: "..."

Song Keyang: "..."

The words were divided into two parts. Yang Jing sat in the car back to the Nightmare Forest, his chin resting on his hands, and his eyes were empty.

The voice of the system sounded in my mind: "It's a pity that he is not yet full. When he reaches the age, you can pass on spells."

Although the system made a noise suddenly and thoughtlessly, Yang Jing could tell right away that he was talking about Song Chu.

As for the inheritance of spells, to put it bluntly, it is to consume his own experience to help his apprentice grow. Yang Jing does not have much affection for Song Chu at this time. He is stupid, would he do such a selfless dedication?

The system could hear Yang Jing's heartfelt voice, but this time it did not refute, but said in a soft tone almost sighing: "Ah, there is still one and a half years."

All the way in silence, Yang Jing went back to the Nightmare Forest. The car was parked outside the yard, and he strolled in. There were weeping willows on both sides, whirling and swaying.

Uncle Gao received the letter from the guard in advance and greeted him at the door. Seeing him coming back at this time, he was a little surprised and asked instinctively, "Master Yang, have you had lunch yet?"

"I didn't eat it."

Uncle Gao unconsciously frowned, complaining a little about the Song family's hospitality. Yang Jing saw him and said casually, "I want to come back myself."

Yang Jing walked in, just in time to see people tidying up in the dining room, Zhang Qi had just finished eating, and sat motionless as a mountain, he heard the conversation between the two, turned his head to the side and told the people next to him: "Go get some food ready."

Several servants speeded up, removed the dishes, and then returned to the kitchen to prepare.

Yang Jing walked to the table, pulled up a chair and sat down. There was a seat between them. Neither of them spoke. Uncle Gao watched for a while and sighed silently.

Just when Yang Jing was about to take out the terminal to play games, a cold voice sounded beside him: "Aren't you going to school?"

After Zhang Qi finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and frowned.

When Yang Jing thought of those bible-like courses, he couldn't help but wailed in his heart, and he was not in the mood to play games anymore, so he said with a sad face, "Go back to school tomorrow."

Zhang Qi didn't speak immediately, but stared sideways at Yang Jing's face, his expression remained unchanged.

Just when Yang Jing was stared into hair and was about to speak, the other party looked away again: "I'll send you back to school tomorrow morning."

After hearing this, Yang Jing quickly said, "I don't need to wake up early in the morning. Anyway, tomorrow's class is not important."

At this moment, the food was served, and the dishes on the white porcelain plate were still steaming, with the smell of meat that made people's index fingers move. Yang Jing quickly picked up the chopsticks, shut his mouth, and stopped talking.

With Yang Jing's temperament, he rarely encountered cold situations, but when facing Zhang Qi, even the air was infected with his dullness, as if there was an invisible big hand desperately squeezing the air.

During the meal, Zhang Qi kept looking at Yang Jing with a vague look. It was not the kind of rudeness to stare at someone's mouth, but it could make people clearly feel the other person's gaze.

However, Yang Jing's psychological quality is strong, and he was not affected at all. After eating a bowl full of rice and drinking a bowl of pork rib soup, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he spread it on the chair in satisfaction.

I haven't smoked all morning, and now I just finished eating, Yang Jing fell into an addiction, took one out of his mouth and put it in his mouth, took out the lighter and clicked on it, enjoying the slightly bitter smell of smoke to stimulate his tongue, and passed it Throat, thin white smoke rises.

"Do you smoke?" A cold voice suddenly said.

Yang Jing nodded, exhaled the smoke ring, and gestured with the cigarette in his mouth: "One?"

Zhang Qi frowned again, and said lightly, "I don't smoke."

While he was talking, someone brought over an ashtray in the middle of the sky, which was as clean as new.

Seeing his frown, Yang Jing thought he was going to preach, so he deliberately took a deep breath, but Zhang Qi stopped talking after that, but kept looking at him.

After smoking, Yang Jing extinguished the cigarette butt and put it in the ashtray. A black spot appeared on the transparent glass immediately, and the cigarette butt stood crookedly.

Yang Jing really couldn't deal with such a mouthless gourd, he stood up from his chair, glanced at Zhang Qi, saw that the other party had nothing to say, and confessed as he walked out: "I'm going upstairs."

"kindness."

.. ......

The next day, Yang Jing woke up naturally, and no one bothered him. It was almost noon when he went downstairs, and the time was a bit slow. Uncle Gao said to him: "Young Master Yang, lunch will be later, I will take it Some snacks?"

Yang Jing waved his hands lazily, and spoke slower than usual: "No need, I'm not hungry yet."

He had nothing else to do, so he strolled out the door, the sun was hot outside, the air was very humid, and it was sticky to the skin, Yang Jing almost turned around, and finally went out of the yard and walked deep.

Not long after Yang Jing went out, Zhang Qi also came out of the study. He didn't know that Yang Jing had gone out, so he subconsciously asked, "Has he not gotten up yet?"

Uncle Gao shook his head: "Master Yang just left the house."

"kindness?"

With just one word, Uncle Gao understood what Zhang Qi wanted to ask, "Master Yang probably went out to collect weeds again. When he lived here before, he had to go out every day. There is a place in the west, and he is about to collect it all. I once heard him mention that these are herbal medicines. Before resuscitating the army seat, he asked Adjutant Zhang to find three special ones, but I don’t understand what they are and what they are used for. I don't know much about the plants in the nightmare forest."

Zhang Qi looked in the direction of the west thoughtfully.