Villain [Rebirth]

Song Qi had a long, long dream.

In a deep sleep, the cold breath of the snow-capped mountains outside the window brought him back to the dream that he often repeated in the past.

In the dream, the mother fed him soup and told him stories. After noon, she carried him back to the bedroom to rest.

The charcoal stove in the bedroom was burning very vigorously, and the air was warm. His mother patted him and hummed a little song while coaxing him.

Drowsiness hit, but Song Qi was still half asleep and half awake, subconsciously feeling that if he fell asleep, everything in front of him would no longer exist.

So he has been groggy and refused to fall asleep, insisting on guarding the humming mother in front of him.

Until the maids' laughter came from the door of the bedroom, Song Qi heard the southern gentleman talking outside the door, saying that he had made an appointment with Song Qi, and he was going to fight the big demon king in the afternoon, and asked the maid to let him in.

Song Qi, who was half asleep and half awake, was very happy, struggling to look out the door, but only saw a few maids blocking the bead curtain, smiling to prevent Jiang from entering the room, saying that the young master had fallen asleep.

Song Qi was very anxious, he wanted to go out to play with the gentlemen in the south, but his body seemed to be paralyzed and he couldn't move.

In his anxiety, he seemed to hear the southern gentleman whispering in his ear: "Hey, wake up."

"I woke up!"

"I woke up!"

"I'm awake, Jiang, I'll play with you!"

The urgency in the dream made Song Qi tremble slightly, and woke up faintly.

Slowly opening his eyes, the handsome face of the southern gentleman was close in front of his eyes, and those beautiful Ruifeng eyes hiding the southern starry sky were staring at him, as if staring at a dying stray cat, with pity but not daring to touch it.

"Jiang..." Song Qi's voice was too dry and hoarse, and he spit out the two words Chai Chai, not like a kitten at all, but like a mouthful of old phlegm.

Jiang Cifeng seemed to be sure that the stray cat in front of him had come back to life, his bewildered expression faded, and he turned his head and told Nangong Qingzhou: "Pour a glass of water."

"Am I your follower?" Nangong Qingzhou muttered unhappily, but still brought tea, handed it to Jiang Cifeng, and strode away from the bedroom to avoid being ordered again.

Song Qi gradually became sober, and his memory began to come back. Realizing that he had slipped his tongue just now, his whole body stiffened, his eyes widened, and he observed whether Jiang had noticed it.

At this moment, he doesn't care whether his identity is leaked, the key is not to let Jiang know that he still misses the southern gentleman when he was a child.

Feeling guilty, Song Qi felt that the title "Jiang Mou" would reveal too many unknown childhood thoughts.

Jiang Cifeng didn't react at all, but stretched out his hand to embrace the shrunken little fatty of the Song family into his arms, and carefully fed the water.

Song Qi was as tense as a firewood, he couldn't even drink the water, so he took a sip, and it flowed down his chin, dripping obliquely on Jiang's front.

An unhappy voice came from above his head: "The clothes are wet by you."

Song Qi opened his eyes wide, raised his stiff hand in a "squeaky squeak", and gently wiped away the tea on Jiang Cifeng's front.

A chuckle came from above his head and asked him, "Who is Jiang?"

Song Qi paused, and suddenly broke free from Jiang Cifeng's embrace, rolled aside, wrapped himself in the quilt, unwilling to face it: "You heard wrong."

Jiang Cifeng didn't ask further: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No." Song Qi needed to calm down: "I'm fine, I want to rest for a while."

"Very good? You have been sleeping for a day and a night." Jiang Cifeng frowned and said: "If that snake is a wind snake, you have died now. Do you think I need to be protected? I'm just trying my best."

"Who's brave enough!" Song Qi lifted the quilt and argued, "I discovered the snake array before you, and I rushed over to use you as a shield!"

Jiang Cifeng narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Is that so?"

"Of course!" Song Qi said with a righteous face, "Jiang Cifeng, don't be so sentimental!"

"What did you call me?"

"...Brother Jiang."

"What do you call me, Song Qi."

Song Qi's heart skipped a beat, he lifted the quilt and covered himself up, unwilling to face it.

"Don't hide, Song Qi, drink a few sips of water, have a full stomach, and tell me what happened."

Song Qi calmed down, lifted the quilt, got up, picked up the tea, and drank it all in one gulp: "Where do you want me to start?"

"Where did the Dragon Guardians go?"

"I don't know. When I came back, I found that the entire Longyin Mountain was empty. I came to Longyin Mountain before Duan's family found out. There was still smoke in the main courtyard of Zhuangzi on the top of the mountain, but there was no one and no footprints. Traces of the urgent migration of the wheels."

"You found out that your people were missing, and then came to Yueyan Island?"

"Yes." Song Qi knew that this was too unreasonable. At his age, even if he was stunned, he would not try to find his tribe or enemies for a while, and he would not immediately abandon Longyin Mountain and go all the way to someone he didn't know very well. family.

He also couldn't say that he guessed that the Duan family would come to surround the mountain and was going to force him to release the flying dragon.

In his previous life, after he discovered this strange thing, he went to every corner of Longyin Mountain, but to no avail, he went back to the village and waited for his clansmen to come back and tell him what happened.

Given ten more opportunities to choose, he would not go to Yueyan Island to ask for help, but he would probably go to the capital to seek help from distant relatives.

Then how do I explain my idea of ​​going to Moon Flame Island?

"I think Longyin Mountain must have been ambushed and conspired by something." Song Qi tried his best to make his behavior reasonable: "Even my father is gone, and I stay on the mountain alone, I can only sit and wait for death, and at any time, I may be like My father and the others are also missing, so no one can save them. I want to go to the relatives in Kyoto for help, but they are not people from the fairy sect, and I am afraid they are not as useful as me. I just want to find someone I can trust Help and find out what's going on."

Song Qi observed Jiang's expression while talking, would he believe it?

But Jiang Cifeng just listened to him in silence, unable to see any emotion.

Song Qi's heart beat faster, and he tried his best to show his true feelings: "In the past, my father often praised Uncle Jiang Duyun as the number one Taoist priest in our cultivation world, and he deserved it. I often heard my father say that Uncle Jiang..."

"Song Qi." Jiang Cifeng interrupted the little fatty of the Song family expressionlessly, and said in a low voice, "You said you wanted to come to me for help, and I will believe you."

Four eyes facing each other.

"I think you'll believe me." Song Qi gave up the excuse of being all over the place, and looked into Jiang Cifeng's eyes calmly: "You know it all, don't you? Hear what Duan Qingliu said about me: the young The younger brother was pressed to the ground and fed poison, was hit by his father, did not know how to repent, severed ties with the family, and left a letter, threatening revenge."

There was water in Song Qi's eyes, and his voice became forbearing and suppressed: "People who are familiar with our family look at me like that, Jiang Cifeng, do you believe it?"

"I believe you pressed your brother to the ground and fed pancakes with garlic."

"Tch——" Song Qi laughed out of nowhere, turned his head and quickly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and turned his head to look at Jiang Mou: "So I went across the ocean to find you, although I don't want to admit it, but... I'm afraid there is no one in this world. , only you know me better."

"Why don't you confess your identity?"

"Because I'm not sure what your father thinks, and the Duan family is also on the island. I was worried that your father would hand me over to the Duan family. You hadn't returned to the island at that time. As soon as I entered Yueyan Mountain, many things happened in the mountain. It's a strange thing, it's hard to separate the relationship if you confess rashly."

"Ciyan's disappearance, does it have anything to do with your matter? Did the Duan family do it?"

"I'm not sure. To be honest, I don't think the Duan family is so capable."

"What about you?" Jiang Cifeng looked at the shrunken little fat man of the Song family: "How can you escape down the mountain and come here?"

"I was caught here by Duan's family." Song Qi hurriedly explained: "After I was sent to Dumen by you, I was always worried that someone would deal with me, so I went to sleep with Elder Ling Ziyi, so..."

"Wait." Jiang Cifeng raised his hand to interrupt the unpleasant words, frowned and looked sideways at the little fat man of the Song family: "What do you mean sleeping together?"

"I was afraid that someone would attack me in the middle of the night, so I moved to the elder's house to play on the floor."

Seeing Jiang's displeased expression, Song Qi explained in detail: "Before that, I found out that my own house had been searched. I suspected that there was an inner ghost in the Moon Flame Sect. It must not be safe for me to live alone."

Jiang Cifeng continued to ask: "Who is the inner ghost?"

"You have to go back to Yueyan Mountain to find out. Brother Zhao saw the ghost, but I didn't." Song Qi told the details of how he was tricked, and also told some things he said to Duan Laosan on the boat. Jiang Cifeng.

The more I talk, the happier I am.

Finally, there was a person who could make him completely trust and tell all the truth, and he was about to explode.

"It sounds like the Duan family is having internal strife." Jiang Cifeng heard so much inside information at once, and was still a little confused: "According to Mr. Duan, the disappearance of the dragon guards seems to have nothing to do with the Duan family."

"That's true, but now they want to take advantage of it and annex Longyin Mountain." Song Qi reminded: "Duan Qingliu should still want to force me to lift the seal of the Dragon Cave and release the flying dragon. Do you know why Sect Master Duan hasn't shown up yet?"

Jiang Cifeng signaled him to continue.

Song Qi said: "The dead old man was injured when he went to the secret room of Longyin Mountain to steal the token of controlling the dragon. I don't know if he was injured by the mechanism in our secret room or for other reasons. He should be recuperating now, but he took our dragon Yinshan gave Duan Qingliu the token of controlling the dragon, and wanted Duan Qingliu to attack the flying dragon."

"What token?" Jiang Cifeng didn't understand.

"The Token of Yulong is a magic weapon left by our ancestors." Song Qi explained the use of this token in detail, and said frankly: "I just went to Duan Qingliu's house to steal this token that night, and wanted him to Cut off the thoughts of seizing the dragon, don't bother me anymore, but it seems to be useless now, he is not only thinking about the flying dragon, but also thinking about our entire Longyin Mountain."

Jiang Cifeng lowered his head and rubbed his eye sockets. There were too many inside stories. After thinking for a while, he finally figured out what had happened, and smiled wryly: "No wonder that kid refused to say what magic weapon he lost. It turned out to be something stolen."

Looking up at Song Qi suspiciously: "Did you steal that token? Why didn't I find it?"

Song Qi smiled embarrassedly: "I hid it under the roof tiles, lest you force me to return it to Duan Qingliu..."

Jiang Cifeng looked at the little fatty of the Song family, and suddenly sneered.

Song Qi was at a loss: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Cifeng tilted his head to look at him: "As soon as I asked, you told me everything? A hero who trusts you so much?"

"What kind of hero, don't talk nonsense!" Song Qi blushed, "I didn't tell you all! I said half of it was hidden! But I'm on guard against you!"

Jiang Cifeng licked his thin lips, looked at the little fat man of the Song family, and asked politely: "Song Qi, excuse me, why is your cultivation level lower than ordinary monks...?"

"You can directly ask me why I don't have a cultivation level." Song Qi said with a look of lovelessness, "There is no need to be so euphemistic, I'm already confused like this, so I'm still afraid of being asked?"