Villain [Rebirth]

"Who told you that!" Song Qi straightened up and said urgently, "Didn't this matter be clarified long ago!"

"It's what your senior brothers said." Jiang Cifeng looked down at "Sworn Brother", and asked what was going on with his eyes.

"At first, I was forced to come up the mountain by a Porcelain!" Song Qi hurriedly wanted to explain again, but the matter was a bit complicated, and after he finished speaking, he stopped to think.

"The reason below hasn't been compiled yet?" Jiang Cifeng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "How about I ask another day?"

"It's not made up!" Song Qi hurriedly said: "It's a long story, I have to think about where to start. If you don't believe me, you can ask your parents!"

"Then I'll ask my mother." Jiang Cifeng turned on his toes and walked west: "Go, I'll take you back to Kunmen to rest."

Song Qi was touched and said: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

Jiang Cifeng glanced at him sideways and questioned: "Why is Buti so ugly?"

Song Qi was not moved: "Brother don't bother to send me off!"

"In case you get lost again." Jiang Cifeng said casually, "Who will copy the remaining two scriptures for me?"

I didn't expect Jiang to be such a southern gentleman!

Song Qi was escorted down the mountain obediently, and Jiang Cifeng kept sending him to the gate of Kunmen courtyard.

When several disciples saw Jiang Cifeng personally sending the younger brother back, they all hid in the yard and stretched their necks, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Not long after, more than 20 disciples gathered in the yard. After all, they are in Kunmen, so it is really rare to see Young Master Jiang. Now that Song Xuanrui is in the spotlight, I don't know if the young master will come into the yard to sit and follow him. They also chatted a few words.

The more they thought about it, the more excited they became, and a group of people discussed in low voices: "What are they talking about? Let Song Xuanrui invite the young master to come in and rest!"

Outside the door, Jiang Cifeng, who didn't intend to send his junior brother in, told him before leaving: "Go to sleep first, and then think about it, have you provoked anyone from the Xuanye sect?"

"No, I'm sure." Song Qi said, "If I can figure out who the Soul Reversing Formation is related to, I will be the first to tell you, I swear."

"I guess it has nothing to do with you." Jiang Cifeng frowned and said: "This person failed to attack Ciyan first, and then turned his finger on you. Most likely, he came for my father. I will invite some of you tomorrow Uncle Master strengthens the barrier of forbidden techniques, so don't go out in the near future."

Song Qi opened his mouth, swallowed the words again, and said softly: "Brother Jiang, please go back and rest."

He suspected that the perpetrator was in the mountains, or even beside him, otherwise it would be impossible to know that he had been to Duan Qingliu's yard in an attempt to steal something.

But this reason is inconvenient to say clearly, Jiang will think that he is timid and cranky, so forget it.

Seeing his tired expression, Jiang Cifeng said, "Go and rest, I'm leaving."

Seeing Jiang leaving, Song Qi felt drowsy and returned to the yard in a daze, only to be startled by the brothers who suddenly exploded the pot.

"Brother Xuanrui! Why don't you invite Young Master Jiang to come in and have a rest!"

"Oh, Senior Brother Song! You just let Senior Brother Jiang go like this?!"

"Will the young master come to you in the future?"

……

Song Qi always felt that these Kunmen disciples were not like Jiang's juniors, but like a group of concubines...

After perfunctory with the seniors, Song Qi went back to the room to rest, extremely tired, but there was always something in his mind that made him restless.

There must be a pair of eyes watching him all the time.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the feeling of being watched became even stronger, forcing him to suddenly open his eyes to look at the cracks in the window, the crack in the door, and even look at the bottom of the table.

Who else will have trouble with him?

I have no clue at all, so I can only turn to Jiang Mou.

Jiang recognized his eyes.

The corners of Song Qi's mouth curled up into a smile, a little secretly pleased.

Just because of these eyes, he can face the young master of the Duan family for him regardless of the reason.

But why did Jiang say that he had a "very bad relationship" with him?

The corner of Song Qi's mouth curled down again, and he frowned.

Their relationship is very bad, very bad——

At the end of the winter when he was five years old, Song Qi originally planned to shake hands with the little southern gentleman.

Because that day, after Jiang ate five plates of mashed garlic, he looked sideways at him again, and said seriously, "I think General Sirius is a good dragon."

Song Qi is a principled child, and will never forgive any bad guy who is hostile to Xiao Feilong.

But a person with such good eyes as Jiang should have a chance to repent, so Song Qi forgave Jiang on the spot, and even got so excited that his cheeks were hot, he could only hold his face with his hands to cool down, and at the same time show appreciation for Jiang laugh.

This scene fell in Jiang Cifeng's eyes - the little fat man held his chubby face and kept smiling silly at himself.

Jiang Cifeng also pursed his lips and laughed. He felt that he had regained the qualifications to be a great hero, and was about to invite the little fat man of the Song family to go out to play, when a servant came to look for him to go home.

It was getting late, he could only bid farewell temporarily: "Song Qi, I will come to you tomorrow."

Song Qi was so happy that he held his face and almost sent Jiang Cifeng all the way down the mountain with his short legs.

He was held by his mother.

"How many times has mother told you that you can't put all your liking on your face, look at you stupid! After a while, that kid will find you annoying again."

Afterwards, Song Qi regained the enthusiasm he had when he first met the southern gentleman, got up early in the morning, washed and dressed, sat upright, and waited for Jiang to appear.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a few little flying dragons on the table, and immediately asked the nurse to put them back into the box.

Guilty, the little flying dragons seem to be still angry with Jiang.

This wait lasted all morning, but Jiang did not come.

Of course, this is normal, Jiang did not say when to come, it may be in the afternoon.

But will Jiang forget to come?

Song Qi began to feel uneasy, and without hesitation for a long time, he immediately decided to go down the mountain to find Jiang.

As before, he prepared a package of his favorite beef pancakes as a gift.

Jiang Cifeng actually got up very early, and he spent the longest time in his life thinking about which outfit to wear to become a real hero.

In the end, he chose a set of dark gold riding and shooting hunting outfit. Jiang Cifeng walked out with a little pride, but bumped into his father.

Seeing his son wearing a hunting suit, Jiang Duyun was surprised and said: "A few days ago I loved to nest in the study, why do you suddenly want to go hunting in the mountains today?"

"Uh..." Jiang Cifeng lowered his head nervously to find an excuse. He couldn't tell his father that he dressed so fancyly to marry the little fat boy of the Song family. His father would probably keep laughing at him until he came of age.

You can't even say death.

"Yes..." Jiang Cifeng forced a smile: "I haven't hunted for a long time, I want to stretch my muscles."

Jiang Duyun worried that his son was young and would be in danger on the snow mountain, so he asked two disciples to accompany his son to go hunting on the mountain.

In this way, I was delayed all morning and didn't come back until noon.

The stomach was growling with hunger, and as soon as they returned to the yard, the two senior brothers ordered lunch and pulled Jiang Cifeng to eat together.

"There are too few prey in this ghost place." Brother Chu complained, "It's just such a small harvest in the morning, let's try another forest in the afternoon."

Senior Brother Zhao nodded: "Cifeng didn't even hunt a rabbit, so he must be unconvinced."

"..." Jiang Cifeng was not unconvinced at all. All morning, his thoughts were on the little fat man of the Song family, and his prey passed by without even looking at him.

The little fat man must still be waiting for him.

Brother Chu smiled and said, "Then finish eating quickly, let's continue in the afternoon."

"No." Jiang Cifeng immediately refused: "I have something to do this afternoon."

In any case there must be no further delay.

Brother Zhao asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

"Go up the mountain to find Song Qi." Jiang Cifeng confessed.

The two senior brothers looked at each other, and Senior Brother Chu said in surprise, "Have you been looking for that little guy a lot lately?"

Jiang Cifeng lowered his head to eat the food: "Is there any?"

Brother Chu: "I've been looking for you for the past few days, and I heard that you went up the mountain."

"Ah." Jiang Cifeng didn't deny it, but the tips of his ears started to turn red.

"What are you doing with that little guy from the Song family?"

"play games."

"You go up the mountain to play games with him every day?"

"Questions?"

Brother Chu was still secretly angry at Song's elder son's worship of the evil dragon. Seeing that his young master was not only not angry, but was more enthusiastic than before, he couldn't help being even more annoyed.

"No... Isn't he the one who came to look for you before? Don't forget that he gave you a wooden carving of a dragon a while ago, my little master, you won't turn around and want to pester that boy from the Song family, will you?"

Jiang Cifeng's face turned red.

Senior Brother Zhao hurriedly signaled Senior Brother Chu to shut up, and smiled to make excuses for the young master: "How could Cifeng like to play with that kind of immature children? Isn't it because Master has been forcing Cifeng to get along with the children of the Song family? "

Brother Chu smiled and said, "No wonder, Master forced you to go?"

At this moment, Song Qi, who was holding beef pancakes, was already hiding under the window until his legs were numb. He had already come to the yard, but he still waited for Jiang to show up after lunch, so as not to disturb Jiang.

Unexpectedly, hiding in the window, I accidentally heard Jiang's senior brother speak ill of him.

Song Qi was not happy, and the whole little bun's face was full of anger.

He stood up propping up his numb legs in a strange way, tiptoed and looked into the window.

From this angle, only Jiang's back in a dark gold hunting suit can be seen.

Simply too heroic!

The air was unbelievably quiet.

Jiang Cifeng felt that as long as he continued to eat, he could avoid this topic.

But Senior Brother Chu stopped his chopsticks and just stared at him, waiting for his answer.

Outside the window, Song Qi's feet were trembling slightly on tiptoe, and the little bun was full of eagerness: Jiang, tell him quickly!It wasn't Uncle Jiang who forced you!We are good brothers destined by God!

Being stared at desperately by his senior brother, Jiang Cifeng finally shrugged compromisingly: "There is really nothing I can do about my father."

Brother Chu laughed: "Thanks for your hard work."

……

Song Qi couldn't remember how he got back to the mountain.

The pancake in his hand was still hot, but Xiaopang's hand was completely cold.

I can't remember what Jiang said when he came to see him in the afternoon.

He was dragged out of the yard by Jiang so foolishly, and started a game with his cousins ​​that didn't end many days ago.

Before the duel between the hero and the demon king started, Song Qi saw the gentleman from the south turned his head and gave him a sure-fire smile.

"The Great Demon King must win!" This was the first sentence Song Qi blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the southern gentleman's smile froze on his small face, and he became a little astonished.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang seemed to be enraged, and instantly threw the big demon king to the ground.

"It doesn't count! It doesn't count!" Song Qi angrily rushed to help his second brother up: "Again! The big demon king must win!"

"Get up, come again!"

The second elder brother keeps being knocked down, and Song Qi helps him up again and again.

The second brother was knocked down several times by the Jiang family boy, completely angry, stood up abruptly, pushed away Song Qi who was holding his arm, and rushed towards Jiang Cifeng desperately!

Jiang Cifeng, who was about to accept the trick, saw that the little fat man was not standing firmly and was about to fall, so he subconsciously turned his toes and reached out to catch the little fat man of the Song family.

With a muffled "bang", the second brother kicked Jiang Cifeng on the shoulder, Song Qi was dragged and fell to the ground with Jiang Cifeng.

"You lost!" The second brother finally vented his anger, and stretched out his hand to support Song Qi.

Jiang Cifeng stood up, staring at the big demon king with a bad expression: "What are you pushing him for? You are being ridiculous, and even if you win nine out of ten rounds, I should win."

Song Qi refused to admit it: "Jiang lost! I want to be with the big demon king!"

Jiang Cifeng turned his head to look at the little fatty of the Song family, and said urgently in a low voice: "Song Qi, you should go home with the hero, as agreed before."

"Jiang is a fake hero!" Song Qi's belated disappointment and humiliation made him burst into tears: "Jiang doesn't want to play with me at all!"

After finishing speaking, he ran home to find his mother.

In the next few days, the southern gentleman never took the initiative to go up the mountain to look for him.

Xia Mian sees her son who is so big with a sad face all day long, and finally finds out why.

"Little idiot, that kid from the Jiang family cares about face, how can he be as honest as you? That Jiang of yours is perfunctory to senior brother, he doesn't really hate you, you go and play with him, they will return to Yueyan Island in two days went."

Song Qi didn't know where Yueyan Island was, and he didn't understand that Jiang's man's desire for face had anything to do with Jiang being forced by his father to play with him, but he believed in his mother.

His mother said that Jiang did not really hate him, and he was a little shaken.

Fortunately, the gentleman from the south went up the mountain to look for him two days later.

"I'm leaving, Song Qi." Jiang Cifeng didn't know why he went up the mountain specially to say goodbye to the bad fat man of the Song family, but he decided not to think too much about it, so he just came.

Song Qi thought Jiang was here to play games with him, but he didn't expect it to be farewell, so he asked Jiang, "How long are you going?"

This question stumped Jiang Cifeng.

"do not know."

This answer made Song Qi panic.

I don't know how long?

Will it be long?

So Song Qi didn't know how to answer.

Seeing that he ignored him, Jiang Cifeng had no choice but to say: "Goodbye."

Song Qi hasn't said goodbye yet, a gentleman in the south can't just leave without saying goodbye.

He didn't want to say goodbye, so he didn't speak.

Perhaps it was because he didn't speak, the last back that Jiang left him was very lonely.

The next morning, Song Qi followed his parents and clan members down the mountain to see Jiang's family off.

The Jiang family's chariots and horses gradually disappeared at the end of the boundary between Bai Xue and the blue sky.

Song Qi asked her mother: "How soon will Jiang come back?"

The mother smiled wryly and said: "Good boy, baby, go and play with your cousins, okay?"

Song Qi turned around in a panic and asked his father, "How soon will Jiang come back?"

The father was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at his youngest son: "It's not certain."

Can't tell how long?

How could there be such a terrible answer?

"Song Qi? Where are you going!"

The clansmen who were about to go back to the mountain watched Song's eldest son rushing towards the place where the carriage disappeared like a small cannonball.

"Jiang!"

"Jiang! Goodbye!"

The depth of the snow was far beyond the tolerance of Song Qi's short legs, and he quickly jumped out of the snow like a fat rabbit, chasing after him desperately: "Jiang! Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

"Jiang! Goodbye!"

"Jiang! Goodbye!"

……

If Jiang didn't hear goodbye, how long would it take for them to see each other again?