Villain [Rebirth]

The two trailheads walked aside and whispered to discuss.

After a while, he came back, took out some silver and gave it to the woodcutter in charge: "Please accept these two taels of silver, fellow villagers."

The woodcutters didn't have much hope, but they didn't expect to receive several times the compensation, so they hurriedly returned half of the money to Song Qi, and hurried down the mountain to express their thanks.

Instead of questioning Song Qi's identity, the two priests respectfully invited them to go up the mountain to serve tea.

After all, the young master of the Jiang family has a strange temperament and unpredictable behavior. If he really swore to this person, how can he be neglected?

Just take it up the mountain and wait for the young master to identify it by himself. If these two lie, there will be severe punishment for the liar.

Song Qi and the boy Pengci were sent up the mountain by two members of the Yueyan sect.

The mountains in the south are completely opposite to the frigid and frozen Longyin Mountain in Song Qi’s hometown. The top of Yueyan Mountain is not as scorching below the mountain. flowers and fruits.

Farther away, it was covered by mist, and only the sound of water jingling could be heard. When I walked in, I saw a ray of spring water gushing out like silver bars, and flowing out like thick fog along the stream.

Not far away, the towering pavilions gradually emerged from the mist.

Shocked by the fairyland in front of him, the boy who touched porcelain broke the tranquility of this mountain with a soft cry.

The mountains were awakened, a slight wind shook the vegetation, a blue sparrow flew up, tilted its wings and skipped the semi-circle tripod of the tower, clearing away the clouds and mist, revealing the gatekeepers patrolling at the top of the tower.

Turning around the pavilions and waterside pavilions, they came to the manor behind the sect, the two priests handed Song Qi to the butler of the manor, explained the reason, and then left with a salute.

Song Qi was led into a guest room in the side courtyard by the housekeeper, saying that the young master had traveled far away and had not returned, so he asked the two of them to stay in the villa for a few days, and then ordered a table for the two of them.

"Since Brother Jiang is not in the village, I will come to visit you next time." Song Qi planned to run away.

The Porcelain boy grabbed Song Qi: "Don't worry! Second brother, he has a table of dishes ready, we can't let him down."

Song Qi turned around and threatened in a low voice: "Are you in such a hurry to have your head killed? What are the consequences of pretending to be Young Master Jiang and marrying brothers? Do you want me to tell you?"

The housekeeper stepped forward and said respectfully: "From your accent, it should be a visitor from the north. It is really not easy to come to visit our village from thousands of miles away. Our young master should be back in half a month at most. If you don't have any urgent matters, you might as well stay for a few days."

Of course Song Qi didn't agree, seeing that the boy Pengci refused to leave, he didn't care about him anymore, and went out on his own to go down the mountain.

Seeing this, the housekeeper's expression turned cold. He guessed that Song Qi was a liar, so he was not as respectful as before, and said indifferently: "Forgive me for talking too much, but if you can't prove your identity, you won't be able to get the pass token of Yueyan Mountain. It's impossible to go down the mountain alone. " He changed the subject, and said again: "But the young master is Young Master Jiang's adopted brother, he must be as knowledgeable as the young master, and the strange formation of Yueyan Island will naturally not trouble you, so the villain will send you off soon. "

These words obviously imply ridicule, Song Qi sneered in his heart: "I'm afraid your young master Jiang's current knowledge is really not as good as mine."

Reborn back to the year when he was 15 years old, then Jiang Cifeng should not be 17 years old, even if he is a genius, he has limited experience, and he can't compare with Song Qi in terms of talent and theory.

It's a pity that Song Qi's current body...

He was really killed by his self-willed behavior back then. As the eldest son of the Song family in Longyin Mountain, he has no cultivation at the age of 15.

Song Qi wished he could fly back to the age of nine, so that he wouldn't be too impulsive.

However, the gods treat him kindly. If he returns to the age of 15, as long as he can avoid the Duan family's pursuit and practice steadily from now on, with the tricks he has mastered now, the fundamental flaws will soon be filled.

He crossed the ocean to come to Yueyan Island, because the Yueyan Mountain Jiang Clan and the Fenghuigu Duan Clan had always been at odds, and the Duan Clan's eyeliner could not be placed on this island, so he could practice with peace of mind.

However, on the one hand, he did not expect that he would be forced to mess with the steamed stuffed bun shop because of the prices on this island, and on the other hand, he did not expect that the two steamed stuffed buns would indirectly alert the Jiang family.

"How dare I stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Jiang." Song Qi raised his head and said to the housekeeper, "The Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Formation of Yueyan Mountain is so powerful in the world. When the Demon Lord invaded and was besieged, how dare I venture into it? If you don't see it Wrong, this place should be located in the Tiger Wing Formation of the Jiugong Bureau, if you rush out of the formation rashly, you have to fight with the seven members of the Tiger Wing Formation of your faction, that would be too offensive."

The housekeeper shuddered when he heard the words, and hurriedly clasped his fists respectfully: "Young master has good eyesight!"

He had just guessed that Song Qi was just a swindler in the market, in order to escape from his enemies, he used Jiang's prestige, and now he entered the manor, feeling fearful, wanting to run away without even daring to eat, showing his true colors.

However, Song Qi actually broke through the unique formation of the Yueyan School, and he also recognized the tiger-wing formation in this side courtyard, and knew that the guards at the formation's corners were the seven tiger-wing sons, so this young man is definitely not an easy person.

At a young age and with extraordinary looks, I am afraid that he really is a distinguished guest from the immortal sect from afar.

The butler didn't dare to be negligent, so he arranged for a servant girl to serve, and reported the matter to Mrs. Jiang's family.

Song Qi turned from a suspect under supervision to a guest of honor, and all the guards in the yard were removed, but this didn't mean he could escape down the mountain smoothly, and he had to think of other ways to avoid the Seven Tiger Wings.

"Oh... this is really the life of a god." Satisfied with food and drink, the boy Pengci lay on a bamboo chair in the yard and asked Song Qi, "I said, brother Xuanrui, how do you know what the nine palaces and tigers are? Winged?"

Song Qi was checking the layout around the yard, so he didn't have time to talk to him.

"Xuanrui" is Song Qi's nickname. When Mrs. Jiang's family met him that day, Song Qi called himself Song Xuanrui. Originally, he hadn't taken his nickname at this age, and no one in the world knew that Song Xuanrui was Song Qi, so he could hide it Song's parent's identity.

If he was reborn, he might not be able to become enemies with the Jiang family. If he could develop a relationship in the future, he would appear to be insincere when he first made friends with a fake name. Out of these considerations, Song Qi simply gave his real surname, but When Madam Jiang euphemistically asked about her family background, she got confused.

Mrs. Jiang looked at him suspiciously that day. Fortunately, Song Qi didn't look like his father, but his mother who died young. Mrs. Jiang had never met Song Qi's biological mother, so naturally she didn't guess that Song Qi was Song Qi from Longyin Mountain. The eldest son.

"What are you looking at?" The boy Pengci jumped off the bamboo chair, walked to Song Qi's side, followed his gaze to look outside the fence, and asked, "What is there to see outside this yard? If you want to see it, go out and see it." , all the servants here treat you like a master, and they will definitely let you go out."

Song Qi whispered: "I just want to wait for an opportunity to escape while they still treat me as their master."

"Great talent of the Song Dynasty, don't pretend!" The boy Pengci walked up to him: "I can see that when you talked to Mrs. Jiang that day, your literary grace and knowledge are better than the words of the master in our village private school. !"

Song Qi sneered: "If good eloquence is useful, the corrupt Confucians of the whole country would have come to marry Jiang Shaoism long ago."

The boy who touched porcelain anxiously said: "Even if the young master of the Jiang family is not your righteous brother, at least Mrs. Jiang likes you very much."

Song Qi glanced at him sideways: "Mrs. Jiang likes his son's brother-in-law, not me who is eloquent and cheats. As long as the young master of the Jiang family comes back, we will expose our identities." Song Qi raised his finger to the north: "Have you heard of Wulei Terrace? On that hill, you will be tied to the pillars of Wulei Terrace, and you will be blasted into ashes by the thunder."

The face of the Pengci boy turned pale with fright, and it took him a long time to realize that something was wrong: "Why did you hit me? What about you?"

Song Qi smiled politely: "I'm not yet 16 years old, according to their school rules, I can't go to hell with you, sorry."

The Porcelain Boy was struck with thunder: "..."

"Then what should we do..." The boy finally realized the seriousness of the problem: "How about we go down the mountain?"

"The only exit to this courtyard is guarded by seven people, and each of them can crush you to death like an ant."

"Then...then we are not dead!"

"You are dead, I am 15 years old."

"Don't... I don't want to die! If I die, sister Juan will have to marry that tuberculosis man of the Wang family! I'm only three taels of silver away from saving enough money for the bride price. I can't...I can't die!"

"If you don't want to die, just listen to me."

"I listen to me! I listen to you in everything, don't let them kill me!"

Song Qi pointed at a small flowerbed in front of him: "Go find a shovel and dig down here."

The boy who touched porcelain was stunned: "Brother, you won't let me dig a hole and dig down the mountain, right? The mountain is thousands of feet long, and even if I become a pangolin, I can't finish digging!"

"You're a pangolin, so I don't have the time to dig down the mountain for you." Song Qi said, "Dig a zhang down, then dig to the west, look here, there's not a single tree in that open space, see?"

The boy who touched porcelain: "You want me to dig into the open space outside the wall? Why don't we just climb over the wall and get out?"

"There must be an underground storage room in that empty underground." Song Qi explained: "The underground storage room can lead to the storage room in the outer courtyard. As long as I can enter the storage room, I can find a safe way out."

The boy who touched porcelain looked at the flower garden in front of him, and then at the open space outside the courtyard, then turned his head to look at Song Qi with admiration: "You are so fucking smart!"

Song Qi raised his chin: "Hurry up and start the ancestral pottery. It won't be too late to praise it after you go out."

The porcelain boy frowned: "Don't call me ancestral ceramics anymore! I've already said that my name is Zhang Wanjin!"

Song Qi nodded, motioning for him to find tools quickly.

"You really don't know Young Master Jiang?" Zhang Wanjin was still ruthless: "Then how did you tell so much about Young Master Jiang in front of Madam Jiang?"

Song Qi stood up, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and said calmly, "I saw it when I was young."

Zhang Wanjin's eyes lit up: "Then does he still remember you now!"

Song Qi snorted and laughed: "You'd better pray that he doesn't remember me, or he will die even worse."

Zhang Wanjin was confused: "Why?"

Song Qi didn't answer.

This fact is hard to say.

He was only five years old when he met Jiang Cifeng for the first time.

Jiang Cifeng was six and a half years old, and came to Longyin Mountain with his father to celebrate the birthday of Old Master Song.

You must know that people who live in the south all the year round are not fully prepared for the real cold.

When the members of the Song clan wore fox furs and wrapped themselves like balls one by one, and came to the foot of the mountain to welcome the guests, the unruly gentlemen of the Jiang family wore light robes one by one, waving their clothes in the icy wind. elegant.

When leading this group of elegant southerners up the snow mountain, the children sat in the front carriage.

Specifically, Song Qi was sitting on the same small bench as Jiang Cifeng, following the bumps on the mountain road.

Song Qi swears to God that he is definitely not a five-year-old baby who has never seen the world.

But for some reason, his eyes couldn't be separated from Jiang Cifeng's little face that was still pretending to be serious even after the baby fat hadn't receded.

It can be said that he stared at Jiang Cifeng so stupidly throughout the journey.

If I had to say a reason, it would be...Jiang Cifeng's eyes.

Believe it or not, Song Qi saw the mountains and lakes and the bright stars of the southern islands in the eyes of that boy. It was a completely different temperament from Longyin Mountain, which was frozen all year round, and it would absorb all the hearts of people. .

He thought, the gentlemen in the south turned out to be so magnanimous.

The little southern gentleman seemed to be aware of his gaze, and turned his head to look at him expressionlessly.

There were ten thousand chances that Song Qi could pretend to be looking elsewhere, but he was only five years old at the time, forgive him for honestly giving Jiang Cifeng an obsessive smirk.

Jiang Cifeng didn't respond to his smile, but deliberately lowered his immature voice, and asked Song Qi in a low voice, "Are you cold?"

Look, gentlemen in the south are so considerate and meticulous, rough men in the north are simply incomparable.

Song Qi was so happy that he shook his head like a rattle: "It's not cold!"

"Then," the six-and-a-half-year-old southern gentleman Jiang Cifeng sniffed his nose and asked seriously, "Can you take off your fox-fur cloak for Jiang to wear?"