Villain [Rebirth]

Jiang Ciyan didn't understand Song Qi's meaning at first, but soon realized that he might want to help him pass the test, and asked in a low voice pleasantly, "Brother Xuanrui also knows how to shoot feathers?"

Song Qi smiled but didn't answer, and raised his chin at the group of disciples who were testing their skills: "Just try it and you'll know."

Jiang Ciyan didn't ask any more questions, and happily dragged Song Qi over to ask to take part in the Feather Photography Competition.

"Junior Sister, don't embarrass Senior Brother Zhao." A Xuanmen disciple persuaded: "This time the mission to the north is difficult and dangerous, and Master will not let you go."

Jiang Ciyan said: "I didn't say I would go to Longyin Mountain with you, it's just that I failed to complete the Feather Capture test last time, so I have to do it all over again this time!"

Brother Zhao, who was the examiner, stepped forward and persuaded: "How can you improve your skills after only a few days of practice? Junior sister, don't worry. When I was your age, my cultivation was not as good as yours."

Jiang Ciyan was anxious to show off his abilities in front of his seniors, and refused to listen to persuasion.

Brother Zhao had no choice but to allow her to use the Feather Capture Technique.

Jiang Ciyan stood facing the eagle, turned around and waved to Song Qi who was standing behind the crowd, fearing that he would stand too far away and be unable to control the eagle, and she would lose face again.

Song Qi's eyes had passed through the crowd, and locked onto the eagle on Senior Brother Zhao's shoulder, and the eagle was already on standby.

At this moment, except for him, no one present could control the eagle with Feather Capture Technique.

But he didn't expect Jiang Ciyan to call him.

With this beckoning, everyone turned their heads and looked at Song Qi in surprise.

Song Qi was wearing the uniform of the Kunmen disciples, so he was naturally not qualified to participate in this kind of selection, and he had no reason to be favored by the young lady of the Jiang family.

"Is this little junior... I don't seem to have seen him before?" Someone asked in a low voice.

Jiang Ciyan immediately introduced to everyone: "He is brother Xuanrui, with him guiding me, I won't miss it!"

Seeing that Miss Jiang's family respected a Kunmen disciple so much, everyone whispered to each other——

"Brother Xuanrui?"

"Is that the master Ji Hao mentioned? Young Master Jiang's sworn brother?"

"A master? Then how did he enter Kunmen?"

"Ji Hao said that his cultivation base is far higher than that of Du Sect's disciples."

Someone laughed and said, "The disciples of Kunmen who are above the disciples of Dumen?"

"Junior Brother Ji seems to have lost to him in a foreign martial arts competition, so I have to brag about his advanced cultivation."

"No wonder……"

A group of people talked more and more shamelessly, Jiang Ciyan said urgently: "Stop talking nonsense! Brother Xuanrui is amazing, but he is just getting started, of course he has to enter the Kun Sect first and pass the test of the Qian Kun Fulong Formation!"

It was inconvenient for all the disciples to refute Miss Jiang, they just exchanged glances and laughed and shrugged.

One person said to Song Qi: "Junior Brother Xuanrui, you want to help Junior Sister pass the Feather Capture test? Do you know this technique yourself?"

"Of course he will!" Jiang Ciyan angrily pushed away the seniors and pulled Song Qi who was blocked behind: "Brother Xuanrui, just use the Feather Capture Technique and let them see your ability!"

Song Qi smiled indifferently: "I can't talk about my ability. If you want to see it, I'll make a fool of myself. The test requirements are to let this eagle do some simple movements like the brothers?"

"Simple movements?" A Xuanmen disciple stepped forward and said angrily, "I don't know how far Junior Brother Xuanrui's Feather Capture Technique has been practiced. Can you control Feiying to do some not simple movements, let's open our eyes."

"Don't dare." Song Qi pursed his lips into a smile, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do senior brothers want to see Falcon do?"

"What can you make it do?" The Xuanmen disciple asked, "Junior brother is so capable, why not let him catch a rabbit and let us see it!"

There was a burst of laughter around.

"It's fine." Song Qi said with a smile, "It will take a lot of work for you just to let it find rabbits. I see that there are so many colorful butterflies all over the mountain, and it's easy to find them. Can you use butterflies instead of rabbits?"

Everyone stopped laughing immediately.

Someone seriously reminded Song Qi: "Boasting and arrogance is a taboo of our sect."

Song Qi pursed his lips and smiled, walked around Jiang Ciyan, fixed his gaze on Xiongying's eyes, imitated the movements of these disciples just now, and pointed at Xiongying with both fingers: "Go—"

The eagle didn't move.

"Pfft..." Several disciples couldn't help laughing.

However, the eagle stared into Song Qi's eyes, turned his head a few times nimbly, and suddenly let out a long roar, soaring into the sky.

A group of disciples looked up, their faces full of horror.

With such a long distance, even Senior Brother Zhao couldn't control Falcon.

"It's going to fly away!" A disciple said anxiously.

Brother Zhao hurriedly used the Feather Capture Technique to recall the Falcon that suddenly lost control, but he didn't expect the Falcon to fly away without looking back. He turned his head to look at Song Qi in horror. Xiuwei.

Can't be distracted during the casting of Feather Shooting Technique, Song Qi pretended to concentrate on casting the spell, and waited for the eagle to fly back with the butterfly in its mouth.

Jiang Ciyan was almost crying with excitement.

How could there be such a powerful person?

She originally thought that her elder brother and father were the most powerful in the world, but neither elder brother nor father could command birds to catch butterflies.

When she was a child, when she wanted butterflies, it was her elder brother who condescended to catch them by himself. Brother Xuanrui was able to drive a falcon...

"It's amazing!" The little girl's voice trembled.

Song Qi smiled and shook his head.

Sure enough, showing this hand was enough to scare the Jiang family.

When he was five years old, he was so frightened and foolish than the little southern gentleman.

That was the third day Jiang Cifeng hid in his study and refused to see him.

Song Qi sent a bird to fly into the study with a red hijab in its mouth, gently reminding the hero that it was time to come to the Demon King to pick up the bride and go home.

Which five-year-old child can be as witty as Song Qi?

Southern gentlemen should cherish him well.

Song Qi's plan succeeded.

Seeing a bird flying around him with a piece of red cloth in its mouth, the little southern gentleman who has never seen the world was stunned, subconsciously followed the bird to the window, and then "ran into" the little fat man of the Song family who was waiting under the window .

"Jiang? Why are you here?" Song Qi opened his eyes wide, pretending to be passing by.

Jiang Cifeng was speechless, and could only smile politely at the little fat man as before, and said, "Morning."

For three full days, Song Qi once again saw those eyes hiding the southern starry sky, saw Jiang's smile again, and heard Jiang say morning again.

happy!happy!

There are only two words left in my mind.

But he found that the gentleman in the south smiled a bit reluctantly.

This is normal, who would be happy being locked up in the study by his father for three days?

Song Qi felt that the southern gentleman's wry smile was asking for help from himself.

So he took out the gift he had prepared in advance from his arms to comfort Jiang: "Here."

Jiang Cifeng took the package brought in by the little fat man on tiptoe, and opened it——

Another beef pancake with garlic.

It also comes with a small packet of hot sauce.

"...Thank you." The southern gentleman smiled even more reluctantly.

"You're welcome!" Song Qi was extremely proud, leaning on tiptoes on the window sill, and asked him: "Jiang, what book are you reading?"

Jiang Cifeng was spinning hundreds of book titles in his mind, trying to pick out one that the little fat man was not interested in, "The Scripture of South China."

"I haven't seen it! Can you let me see it?"

A joke, how could Song Qi not be interested in books read by gentlemen in the south?

Jiang Cifeng, who miscalculated, was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I'll get it for you."

"I can watch it with you." Song Qi's eyes sparkled, implying that the southern gentleman invited him into the study.

Jiang Cifeng opened his mouth, wanting to evade, but was so dazzled by the expectant eyes of the little fat man that he didn't dare to look directly at him, and finally bowed his head and confessed: "Please come in."

Song Qi was so happy that he almost climbed through the window directly, but after bouncing around a few times, he realized that his legs were too short, so he said "wait for me", turned around and rushed into the study from the main entrance.

The bird also had the red cloth in its mouth, and flew into the study together with Song Qi.

Song Qi didn't want to be disturbed, so he turned his head and waved to the bird, saying, "Send the red cloth to my yard!"

Immediately the bird flapped its wings and flew out of the window.

Jiang Cifeng was stunned, and turned to look at Song Qi: "What kind of beast is this? Why can I understand you?"

This question made Song Qi at a loss, all birds are very obedient, what's so strange about it?

"Is that a sparrow? Don't you have it?" Song Qi asked in shock.

Of course Jiang Cifeng knew that it was a sparrow, but the problem was that it was a sparrow that could understand human speech: "Can the sparrows here be domesticated like this?"

Song Qi couldn't understand the word "domestication", but he couldn't show ignorance in front of Jiang, so he could only quickly change the subject.

But he couldn't think of how to transfer it for a while, so he simply walked to the window, closed his eyes, sensed the nearby birds, and summoned them all.

All kinds of birds gathered outside the study window one after another——

Yellow tits, white-eared thrushes, five-coloured birds... and finally even a tiger thrush.

Song Qi happily stretched out his chubby hand towards the bird: "Come in and meet Jiang!"

Surrounded by birds, he turned around and saw the stunned southern gentleman behind him.

"Our Longyin Mountain has many kinds of birds." Song Qi said proudly.

He thought that the gentleman in the south had never seen so many birds before, so he was so surprised, so he waved enthusiastically: "Jiang, come and say hello to them!"

It was the first time that Jiang Cifeng showed embarrassment in front of the little fatty of the Song family. He nervously whispered: "I will scare them away."

"No, they believe me, come!" Song Qi waved, and the birds all sent out a melodious invitation.

Jiang Cifeng almost thought he was dreaming, a beautiful dream like a magpie bridge.

He showed a childish look of surprise, and slowly approached the group of birds and the little fatty of the Song family.

Really, those birds didn't fly away in panic, they still surrounded Song Qi.

This was incredible, Jiang Cifeng reached out to touch one of the thrush birds, but the bird dodged away.

Realizing his offense, he took a step back so as not to scare away the marvelous sight before him.

Suddenly, the little fatty of the Song family grabbed his left hand.

"Touch it again!" Song Qi smiled at him, transferring his spiritual power to his palm.

Jiang Cifeng understood what he meant, and reached out to one of the birds again.

This time, the bird didn't hide, and let him caress obediently.

Jiang Cifeng lowered his head and looked at the little fatty of the Song family almost in ecstasy!

It's amazing, it's amazing.

It was the first time that Song Qi was watched by a southern gentleman with such warm eyes.

His brain was about to freeze, and he wanted to give more things to the gentlemen in the south to keep this hard-won enthusiasm.

He took out the green flying dragon wooden carving from his arms, and handed it to Jiang Cifeng: "I'll give you this too!"

Now, he gave Jiang Cifeng both his favorite and second favorite flying dragons, and he might have trouble sleeping for a few nights.

But look at those eyes looking at him.

It's all worth it, so worth it!

Unexpectedly, the southern gentleman's fiery eyes suddenly cooled down, and he took his hand away from his fat claws.

"No thanks."

"Why..." Before Song Qi could finish speaking, a voice called outside the door——

"Cifeng?"

It was Jiang Duyun's voice!

Jiang Cifeng's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned his head and scolded the little fatty of the Song family: "Hide quickly!"

Song Qi was shuddered by the fierceness of the gentleman in the south, he looked up blankly and asked, "What are you hiding?"

Just as Jiang Cifeng was about to speak, he heard his father knock on the door, ready to come in.

One step later, my father will see the dragon wood carving in the little fat man's hand!

Jiang Cifeng had almost seen the scene of the little fat man being spanked by his father until he burst into tears!

In the blink of an eye, he snatched the dragon wood carving from the little fat man's hand, and glanced at the top of the ancient shelf.

But now it was too late to move the chair and climb up, he turned around without hesitation, rushed to the potted plant to dig a hole, and buried the wood carving in it!

Jiang Duyun pushed the door and walked in.

I planned to take my son to the Dragon Cave to get acquainted with the seal, but saw the Song family child standing in the study with a flock of birds.

It was rare to see these two children playing together, Jiang Duyun didn't want to disturb, so he turned around and left after saying hello, closing the door.

Only two children with astonished expressions were left standing there.

After a long time, Song Qi walked to the potted plant on her chubby legs, hurriedly scraped away the soil, and rescued her precious flying dragon.

Just as I was about to ask the southern gentleman why he buried the flying dragon in the flowerpot, his fingers touched another sharp touch in the soil.

The touch felt like...like the dragon wings of General Sirius.

Song Qi dug up the dirt with trembling little hands.

Take a deep breath!

General Sirius was just so disheveled, lying in the mud.

Jiang Cifeng had regained his composure, standing there gracefully as usual, ready to confess his thoughts to the little fat man.

No matter how young you are, you shouldn't collect sculptures of such evil creatures. If he hadn't helped the little fat man hide the evidence in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

He had to tell Song Qi that it was wrong to collect evil things, and he would not protect him for it next time.

but.

The little fat man of the Song family turned around slowly, holding two dusty wooden carvings of flying dragons in his hands, his bright eyes with drooping tails glistened with tears, as if the sky had fallen, and he looked at him hurt .

Jiang Cifeng's heart skipped a beat, and his serious expression became bewildered.

Suddenly I couldn't remember who made the mistake, and I forgot everything I was about to say.