Villain [Rebirth]

Song Qi still said calmly: "You have two weaknesses, the most important one is the common fault of your Xuanmen disciples.

Unlike the disciples of the Kunmen, most of the Taoist masters of the Xuanmen are from the immortal family, and you have your own foundation. Once you get started, you don't need to practice the epiphany stage alone, and you can directly train the formation with the brothers.

Although doing so can improve your ability to control the terrain and battle situation, it also makes you ignore the essentials of offense and defense other than your own formation.Slaying demons and demons is the natural choice of Taoist priests. You may not be able to travel with all your brothers and sisters at any time, and you must never think that others will guard you for you. This is your primary weakness. "

Ji Hao's face changed when he heard the words, and he felt that what he said was reasonable. He expected that it was impossible for ordinary people to know the specialties of the four disciples of the Yueyan Sect, Qian, Kun, Xuan, and Du. Could it be that this kid is really a real person, and he really belongs to the young master? Sworn brothers?

No, since this kid dared to go to Yueyan Mountain to cheat food and drink, he naturally managed to find out about their sect, not to mention that what he said was not a secret of the sect, even if he knew it, it would not be surprising.

Ji Hao said coldly: "I have been taught, but what you said is a common problem among disciples of my sect. I wonder if you have seen my unique weakness from my moves?"

Song Qi smiled and said: "I was just about to tell you this. Regarding the weakness of your personal moves, you mainly focus on guarding against the threshold. Jimen He Sanqi must be a skill you often practice. If I guess correctly, you In the eight-row formation, you should be standing in the attacking position, so you have these blind spots, if you want to overcome them, you can practice Eagle Kung Fu regularly from today, and you will see results within three months."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Hao felt like a thunderbolt, carefully smacking Song Qi's teaching, and felt that it hit the nail on the head.

After a long time, Ji Hao came back to his senses, and finally bowed his head in admiration: "Thank you Xianjun for your teaching!"

Song Qi's tight fist finally relaxed.

Finally flickered.

Fortunately, in his previous life, he was tortured enough by the Xuanmen Eight-element Formation of the Moon Flame Sect, and had retreated for half a year to deduce the method of restraint, so he knew the boy's body skills very well, and he could see the position of the formation at a glance.

The three little Taoists were more horrified than the other, even the elders of the sect might not be able to tell the position they were practicing from a set of moves, Song Qi was able to see through a few moves.

The three of them were really admiring, and they thought that Song Qi possessed great skills, but he didn't take action to teach them a few rude juniors, which is really generous.

Song Qi saw the obedient faces of these three little boys, so he stopped talking and saw off the guests tactfully, after all, too much talk is bound to fall short.

The three little Taoists were easy to dismiss, but Jiang Ciyan was inconvenient, so Pidianpidian followed Song Qi for advice.

Nemesis.

Back then, he harassed Jiang Cifeng so much that he couldn't love him anymore, now it was Jiang Cifeng's younger sister to avenge his brother.

In fact, it can't be considered harassment. At the age of five, Song Qi was worried that Jiang Cifeng would feel lonely in a foreign country, so he always accompanied the little Jiangnan gentleman.

He also played games with Jiang Cifeng.

Back then, kids loved to play the big hero game.

Song Qi often plays with two cousins ​​who are similar in age, so of course he can't neglect the little southern gentleman who came from afar.

The hero played is the person in the story often told by the storyteller at the foot of the mountain——

A young hero born in the reckless, once rescued a girl from the mouth of a hungry wolf. From then on, the two grew up together, fell in love with each other, and decided to live their lives privately.

However, on the night of the wedding, the girl was captured by the demon king, and the young man embarked on a journey, overcoming mountains of swords and seas of fire, until he rescued his lover.

For a group of five to eight-year-old boys, none of the above content is the focus of the game. The focus is on subduing the evil little monsters, improving their cultivation, obtaining magic weapons, and finally defeating the demon king in the process of crossing the mountains of swords and seas of fire.

As for the bride who was snatched away, the idiots at this age didn't care much. In the past, a little tiger puppet played the role of the hero's bride passionately, while the young hero was scrambled to be the hero.

Jiang Cifeng was a distinguished guest from afar, and it was the first time he played this game, and the children politely recommended him to play the hero.

"Ah Qi, you play the big demon king." The cousin assigned Song Qi the second most powerful role in the whole story.

"Why!" Song Qi had already entered the scene, turned around and hugged Jiang Cifeng's arm full of grief and indignation: "I won't pretend to be a demon king! I won't turn against Jiang! Never! Don't even think about it, big brother!"

Jiang Cifeng, whose sleeves were covered with snot by the little fatty of the Song family, had already unilaterally turned against him. He just thought of the relationship between the two elders and looked at the distance in a daze.

"Then I'll play the big demon king," said the second brother, "let Ah Qi play the little monster."

"No! Don't pretend to be a monster!" Song Qi's little bun looked resolute: "I want to fight with Jiang!"

The two cousins ​​looked at each other blankly, and suddenly remembered that there was another neglected character in this play, and immediately proposed to Song Qi: "Then how about you play the bride who was snatched away by the demon king?"

"Well, that's the only way to go." Song Qi reluctantly accepted this role with a very small role, at least he could share the same hatred with the gentlemen in the south.

"Wait!" An ominous premonition made Jiang Cifeng suddenly wake up from his daze, and raised his hand to stop the disaster from happening.

"Brother Jiang Xian, please tell me." The big hall brother is understanding and reasonable, and knows how to take care of the guests' feelings.

"The bride should be played by a girl, you can't..." Jiang Cifeng looked into the eyes of the big brother, as if he was ready to fight him, but he suddenly remembered that his father had taught him several times to pay attention to his attitude towards the children of the Song family. In time, he swallowed the next sentence "You can't let me play the groom of this little fat man".

Out of guilt, Jiang Cifeng turned his head to show a handsome smile to the little fatty of the Song family, and turned around to reason with the hall brother: "You can't let Song Xiandi pretend to be a little girl."

Is there a moment when a word from someone can make you fascinated?

For Song Qi, it might be this sentence.

No, maybe it was the smile before this sentence.

How could there be such beautiful eyes in this world?

Frankly speaking, the entire Longyin Mountain people took good care of Song Qi. Jiang Cifeng's gentlemanly demeanor was not enough to impress Song Qi's fat heart, but with Jiang Cifeng's eyes, it was different.

That smile, that look in the eyes made Song Qi look like an ordinary child, unable to speak: "I, I, I would like to dress up as a little girl!"

The little Jiangnan gentleman's eyes widened, he must have been moved by Song Qi's spirit of sacrifice.

He frowned and stared at Song Qi seriously, and lowered his voice to promise: "I will never allow you to do this."

"No!" Song Qi's spirit of sacrifice came up, and the blood in his chest was surging, he ran to the gazebo with short legs, grabbed the red hijab from the prop little tiger's head, and covered his bun face: "I'm pretending to be a bride! Let's get started! Come and grab me!"

A moment of silence.

Song Qi lifted the red cloth and looked at the brothers outside the gazebo, urging: "Come and snatch me!"

The brothers recovered.

Jiang Cifeng turned his head to look at the big demon king's second brother, and raised his hand to point at the little fatty of the Song family: "Brother, please first."

"That's not how it works!" Song Qi ran over clutching the red hijab, and patiently instructed the southern gentleman: "You fight him desperately first, and then watch me being snatched away by the demon king, understand?"

Jiang Cifeng looked at the little fatty of the Song family, then turned to look at the big demon king in confusion, and asked in a low voice, "You must beat him to death before you can take him away?"

The big demon king hurriedly explained in a low voice: "That's not what it means. The hero in this storybook doesn't want the big demon king to take away the bride. You should try to keep the bride."

"Understood, thank you." The gentleman in the south, who had difficulty accepting the reality, nodded with difficulty.

After that, the Great Demon King started to fight Jiang Cifeng.

Just as the big demon king raised his arms and shouted "Ha!", Jiang Cifeng responded instantly, raised his head and shouted dying, "You can't take him away!" After speaking, he pointed to the little fat man of the Song family in the gazebo, I am deeply afraid that the big demon king will admit the wrong person.

Song Qi was a little taken aback, he thought he could see a gentleman from the south showing his skills, but he didn't expect Jiang to be defeated all at once.

But he was not disappointed, and was even worried that the gentleman in the south would give up on himself, so he rushed to help Jiang Cifeng, and let him fight the demon king again.

"I can't beat it." Jiang Cifeng abstained.

Song Qi didn't expect that the gentleman in the south of the Yangtze River is so weak, it must be because of the teacher's poor teaching, and let him worship under the Longyin Mountain sect in the future.

"It's okay, just practice more, and you will meet me again one day!" Song Qi gently encouraged.

Jiang Cifeng nodded: "Goodbye."

The big demon king pulled Song Qi up and was about to leave, but found that he couldn't move the little fat man.

Song Qi was so powerful that he was able to lift the mountain and surpass the world, and his dantian stood in front of the gentleman in the south, reluctantly saying goodbye: "Practice hard, Jiang, I believe your head will fall to the ground!"

Jiang Cifeng reminded in a low voice: "That's called being outstanding."

The bride was taken away by the big demon king, and Jiang Cifeng started to fight the little monster played by the big brother along the way. He was quick and smooth, and he was completely different from the trash who just beat the demon king.

After beating the little monster three or five times repeatedly, he could challenge the big demon king, but Jiang Cifeng froze after beating the little monster more than ten times, and still refused to challenge the big demon king.

The cousin who was pretending to be a little demon was too tired to get up, but Jiang Cifeng still lingered, waiting for his breath to calm down, and then stood up to fight again.

How fast the gentlemen of the south are progressing!

Song Qi knew that he was right.

It's just that Jiang Cifeng was so fascinated by beating the little monster that he didn't come to challenge the big monster king and rescue his bride until evening.

Mammy took Song Qi back to eat.

The children had no choice but to end the game. After the meal, Song Qi took Jiang Cifeng to the small attic, and showed him his treasure—those little flying dragons carved out of wood.

As a direct descendant of the Dragon Shou family, Song Qi's yearning for Shenlong is hard to describe in words.

He has many, many wooden carvings of small flying dragons, but this does not mean that these wooden carvings are commonplace.

Every small flying dragon wood carving is very precious, Song Qi can be called by name, and every night he chooses one to accompany him to sleep.

The little flying dragon wooden sculpture he gave to Jiang Cifeng was named General Sirius, and he spent the most nights with him.

Jiang Cifeng was very astonished, he didn't understand why Song Qi called the evil dragon "Shenlong" several times.

In fact, this is a problem left over from the history of the Jiang and Song Dynasties.

When adults talk, they dare not mention the history of Feilong to avoid discord.

The sleeping dragons on Longyin Mountain were all sealed by the ancestors of the Jiang family.

The Yulong clan at that time is the Song clan of the Dragon Shou clan today.

The ancestors of the Song family once made a solemn oath that they would rather live in this extremely cold place for generations than let the Jiang family completely exterminate the blood of the flying dragon. They pledged the lives of the whole family that the flying dragon would not be allowed to reappear and harm innocent people.

Flying dragons have been hidden from the world for hundreds of years, and children still don't know the long past. The legends about dragons circulated in the two families are very different.

Song Qi gave away his favorite wood carving of a small flying dragon, and waited expectantly for the gentleman in the south to thank him.

However, Jiang Cifeng's expression seemed to be forbearing. He took the wood carving, looked at him fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Song Qi, I'm leaving."

Song Qi: "Then I will look for you tomorrow!"

he's gone.

The little southern gentleman is not a gentleman tonight.

But his eyes are still pretty.