What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

"Song Song, why don't you wait for me, is there anyone like you?" Guan Er came in with his head down, still muttering.

A Taoist companion shouted, and the surroundings became even more silent.

Song Xianzhi raised his forehead in embarrassment, stretched out his hand and pulled Guan Er's sleeves to pull him over, and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, don't say anything!"

What kind of ears a monk is, I'm afraid he has heard the gossip a long time ago, and when he returns to the Qinghe Sect, he may not be sure what he will be told.

As soon as Guan Er sat down, he saw that there were actually two people in the carriage.

He doesn't care about the kids, but why is that bastard surnamed Shen there?

Shen Duo just smiled lightly at Shang Guan'er's eyes full of hatred, and lowered his head to hide the coldness in his eyes.

Guan Er snorted, pulled Yan Shu who was sitting next to Song Xianzhi, and squeezed past him.

Song Xianzhi was sandwiched between two big men, and suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe. After hesitating for a moment, he said in embarrassment: "My... you two... can you sit a little further away?"

Guan Er folded his arms: "Why?!"

Shen Duo looked at him with a smile: "Why?"

Song Xianzhi looked at this, then at that, touched his nose, and said, "It's too hot, don't you think it's very hot... Hahaha..."

"I'm not hot, Song Song, don't lie to the fox, you are obviously cool." Guan Er went straight to touch Song Xianzhi's exposed arm, then pouted and glared at him.

"Senior brother, if you feel hot, I still have thousands of years of cold water here, you can borrow a few drops from senior brother to relieve the heat." Shen Duo said, and went to take out the ring.

Song Xianzhi quickly reached out his hand to stop him: "No, no, no need..."

Pointing to the curtains on both sides, "Hang this up, maybe it will be better, hahaha..."

Guan Er and Shen Duo looked at each other, and quickly hung up the curtains on each side.

Song Xianzhi was sweating in his heart, and sat upright.

The two around me didn't know why, they didn't like each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Song Xianzhi was caught in the middle, feeling that he would inevitably be implicated.

The two adults in their twenties even used the phrase "who is closer to Song's title" to compete secretly.

Sitting in the middle, Song Xianzhi felt that his seat was getting smaller and smaller. It was not a small space, but he had to sit so crowded, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to offend these two people. He really wanted to cry without tears.

Almost everyone has arrived, and a carriage in front has slowly risen into the air.

There were only ten people in total, and Song Xianzhi stuffed four of them.

All of them sat in neat rows facing the door, neatly arranged.

When Xu Xiao came in, what he saw was such a weird and harmonious picture.

Song Xianzhi looked at the curtain of the carriage that had been lifted again, and thought helplessly in his heart, could it be that this carriage has some magical power?Make everyone want to come up and sit down?

As soon as Xu Xiao entered the door, all four eyes shot at him.

Two of the eyes were extremely hot, as if they were going to stare at him.

Xu Xiao swallowed unconsciously, then clasped his hands into fists, lowered his head and said, "Everyone, excuse me!"

While talking, he stepped back quickly and went to another carriage.

As soon as he came in, he went out, the desire to survive was very strong, Song Xianzhi twitched the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly there was an extra piece of osmanthus cake near his mouth, and Song Xian subconsciously ducked back.

Shen Duo tilted his head, the obsidian earrings set off his white complexion, he spoke softly, and smiled very appropriately: "Senior brother, your favorite osmanthus cake—"

"Uh..." Song Xianzhi ate the pastry in the same way.

The white horse pulled the carriage and rushed towards the floating sky, heading for the depths of Jiuduan Mountain.

The sweet-scented osmanthus town below is getting farther and farther away, and is gradually replaced by layers of deep green forests.

The Jing family is located in the three main mountains of Jiuduan Mountain, the highest mountain - Minshan. The majestic mansion is located on the mountainside of Minshan, with the waterfall behind and the abyss in front.

Looking from the car, several iron chains as thick as a bowl protruded from the mansion, nailed straight into the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Rumor has it that under the Min Mountain, an ancient demon king's guardian is sealed, and the Jing family's mansion is a huge formation that suppresses this guardian with the spirit of heaven and earth.

Song Xianzhi finally escaped from the clutches of those two by looking at the scenery, and lay down on the window with Yan Shu to look down.

Yan Shu told him this rumor.

"Not bad, I know quite a lot." Song Xianzhi held his head in both hands, turned his head to Yan Shu and smiled.

Yan Shu rubbed his head, "It's just that I've read a lot, and I know a little bit..."

He works as a book boy in Qinghe Zongzijudian, and he reads books when he is free.

Song Xianzhi laughed and teased him a few more words, the carriage slowed down and slowly stopped towards the mountainside.

Although the Jing family has incomplete spiritual roots, they are not lonely. They have many disciples, and most of them want to learn their talisman skills.

Looking down from the sky, a small piece of mansion turned out to be astonishingly huge after landing.

This should be the tallest building Song Xianzhi has ever seen since he came here.

A building goes up and down, at least there are dozens of floors, and each floor is connected by a spiral staircase.

The wooden spiral staircase is attached to the outside of the building, and people come and go on it, which looks very thrilling.

And when looking from the bottom up, you can find that most of these buildings are in the shape of an inverted trapezoid, the bottom is small and the top is big, and the shape is dark, like a coffin.

"This is the rule of the ancestors. It is said that it has the effect of suppressing wealth and can ensure the prosperity of the Jing family from generation to generation." The Jing family beside him explained thoughtfully.

Song Xianzhi had only seen such a strange building shape in ghost stories, but it was used to suppress ghosts.

Once these buildings were regarded as coffins, the entire Jing family mansion seemed to be a large tomb, and they were the people who entered this tomb by mistake.

When they came, it happened to be the end of class time, and they met many disciples along the way.

They all wore uniform dark purple round-neck robes and white jade crowns on their hair, but they didn't have the two hanging jade beads.The jade beads should be used to distinguish the status of the Jing family.

These disciples walked quietly, none of them spoke a word, and seeing them strangers, they just paused their eyes for a moment, without any other superfluous reactions.

The whole system is busy and orderly, but it is all going on silently, only the occasional rattle of the wooden ladder being stepped on, and the sound of the waterfall, which can be described as extremely weird.

At this time, the caring Jing family spoke again, and explained thoughtfully: "The Jing family has family rules, you are not allowed to speak during the class, otherwise you will be disrespectful to the ancestor of the talisman, and you will ruin your practice."

Song Xianzhi was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect that feudal superstition still existed here.

The patriarch of Fulu is dead, so I don't care if you talk or not.

Everyone was led to a small but exquisite building.

"Everyone, we're here, and the Patriarch is inside." After the Jing family member finished speaking, he bent over the building and gave a slightly strange salute, and then walked ahead to lead the way.

"Hey... Song Song, do you feel that this place is very strange..." Guan Er suddenly leaned over, hugged his arm, and looked around.

Song Xianzhi followed his line of sight and saw that the surface of the building was not only engraved with some white bird runes, but also some finely carved human skeletons.

The skeleton is eerie white, sticking to the outside of the building in a variety of movements, vivid, as if it will pull out in the next second.

"It should be just a decoration style..." Song Xianzhi said as he walked in with the people in front without looking further.

The building is in a normal style, nothing weird.

In the center of the front hall, there is a high chair with a width of two people, with a hollow back, like densely entangled vines, and like countless struggling hands raised.

An old man with a kind face came in from the side hall. He was the head of the Jing family.

After a while of greetings, everyone took their seats.

Each of them had a young servant who came to guide them to a seat. Coincidentally, Song Xianzhi was assigned to sit with Bai Jingyi.

Bai Jingyi was very gentle and friendly to others, but he was genuinely impatient with himself. Song Xianzhi also knew that, thinking of the previous experiences, he didn't talk to him in such a boring way.

After sitting down, Bai Jingyi really didn't look sideways, as if he wasn't around.

Song Xianzhi didn't want to hear that Jing's family was making false claims here, so he lowered his head and looked at himself in a daze.

On the side, Bai Jingyi's gaze stayed on Tang Tang in front of him, with a hint of coldness and paranoia that was hard to detect.

How could he let go of what he had so hard to get?

Every time he thinks of the scene where Tang Tang is smiling and talking to others, he will go crazy with jealousy, wishing to step forward and tear that person to pieces.

Sweeping his eyes towards the absent-minded Song Xianzhi, a killing intent flashed in Bai Jingyi's eyes.

Those who stand in his way have only one outcome, and that is death.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Bai Jingyi withdrew his gaze, turned his head, but met a pair of wolf-like eyes.

Shen Duo looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised a bright smile and nodded towards him.

That smile was obviously very normal, but it made Bai Jingyi shudder a little, but he suddenly remembered that Shen Duo liked him, so he felt a little disdainful in his heart, and deliberately turned his head to show him a cold face.

Shen Duo left him alone in Jiuduan Mountain that day, causing him to be almost humiliated by a few dead pig demons, and the score must be settled.

When Shen Duo saw Bai Jingyi turn his head, the smile on his lips changed slowly, looking icy cold.

Tang Tang and the Patriarch didn't say much, they asked some questions on the sidelines, but they were all tactfully prevaricated by the other party.

But the more perfect the answer, the more problematic it is.

The Jing family will definitely not be as clean as it appears on the surface.

It's a pity that they are single and weak now, and it's not easy to directly tear their skins off with each other, so they can only stay temporarily and secretly inquire about the situation.

On the other side, on the speeding flying boat.

The thick black demonic energy spread and swept the entire deck.

Amidst the black air, several large millipede worms were nibbling on a woman's head, feasting on it.

Blood seeped into the wooden floor, along with broken flesh and bones, and was crushed underfoot by a boot.

The owner of the boots was holding a broken arm, and in that hand was holding a jade token for sound transmission.

The visitor came in purple clothes and a white crown, embellished with jade beads, with a pair of blood-red pupils open, and a ferocious smile on his face.

Throwing it casually, a horse land worm rushed up, and the arm was nothing but a pile of broken bones in a moment.

Those disciples of the Qinghe Sect who boarded the boat earlier had all died unexpectedly.

Black smoke rolled, corroding the hull, and the huge airship disappeared without a trace, along with the mission it carried.