After transmigrating the book, I recognized the wrong protagonist

After Song Ruanluo finished asking, seeing that her sister didn't respond to her for a long time, she raised her head in confusion, and was about to ask, but her sister had already leaned over and picked her up.

Song Xianyi's face showed an emotion she couldn't understand: "Soft and sweet, Master is busy, let's come and play with them another day."

Ruan Ruan nodded half-understood: "Okay, Ruan Ruan is a good boy, don't bother big brother."

Song Xianyi walked back holding Song Ruanluo like a wandering soul, while recalling the scene she just saw in her heart.

That's obvious... it's the younger brother who is hugging the master.

The younger brother has a dull temperament, he is not enthusiastic about anyone, and he will never make any intimacy beyond the norm. Could it be that there is something hidden?

But no matter what Song Xianyi thought, she didn't understand what kind of secrets would allow her junior brother to take the initiative to embrace the master, it was her junior brother and master.

Her wild thoughts were interrupted by Song Ruanluo's soft sigh, so she asked amusedly, "Why are you sighing at such a young age?"

Song Xianyi really didn't know why she sighed for a girl who didn't even understand her father's death.

Song Ruanluo said in distress: "Sister, is Ruan Ruan not cute anymore?"

Song Xianyi was confused: "What does this have to do with your sighing?"

"The big brother said that the little brother was cuter than Ruanruan that day, so the big brother didn't hug Ruanrou again, but today the big brother and the little brother hugged each other, isn't Ruanrou really not cute?"

Song Xianyi was speechless: "Don't call me Big Brother and Little Brother anymore." After finishing speaking, she continued: "Master said that Junior Brother is cuter than you, when did you say that?"

"A few days ago." Song Ruanluo breathed out close to her sister's ear: "'She is far less cute than you', that's what I said."

Song Xianyi: "...??"

Song Xianyi: "Okay, I got it."

She figured it out, and she wouldn't be surprised if similar things happened in the future.

***

The letter Zhu Huai sent to Qingyuan Mountain received an answer soon. Yan Gui said that they would pay more attention to all parties and send people to investigate the murderer who raided the Song family. He also notified the other sects about the large number of demon cultivators, and everyone has already attached great importance to it.

With the assistance of the Qingyuanshan forces, Zhu Huai temporarily focused his attention on the inside of the Song family. Anyway, nothing can be found now.

Everyone in the Song family already knew that the stone statues that helped them build their houses were brought by Master Shuangxue, so they felt even more awe of the legendary Master Shuangxue in their hearts.

In particular, several elders of the Song family, after meeting Shuang Xuezun, all respected him and did not dare to slack off, which made people understand the respect of this Shuang Xuezun's status. The three elders in Yuanshan were never so polite.

The ceremony for Song Xianyi to take over as the head of the family is already under preparation, and even if there are any dissenting members among the clan elders, they are all scolded back by Zhu Huai either explicitly or secretly.

Zhu Huai didn't use the soft policy, he just asked the stone statues to stand forward, almost none of the clan elders dared to speak anymore, Song Xianyi's succession as the head of the family was a certainty, and no one could change it.

When Song Xianyi succeeded as the Patriarch, Zhu Huai was about to leave.

He hasn't visited Jiangnan for so long, and he has been helping Song Xianyi organize the ceremony for the past few days, so he hasn't had much rest.

After finishing the preparations for the ceremony, he was finally free. It was time to find some free time to go out for a walk. Song Xianyi asked if she wanted to accompany her. Zhu Huainian was busy with her, so she didn't agree.

Song Xianyi nodded, winked and said: "Then let the younger brother go with the master."

Zhu Huai: "...What kind of expression do you have?"

He actually hesitated.

Ever since Xie She "accidentally" hugged him that day, there has always been a strange feeling between them, Zhu Huai didn't know if it was his own illusion, anyway, he felt that there was something weird about it.

Because when he faced Xie She, he couldn't help recalling the events of that day, whether it was the warm embrace or the smell of cedar, it was as clear as yesterday.

Zhu Huai thought that he must be hallucinating from exhaustion, and seeing that Xie She was as indifferent as before, he also felt that he was overthinking.

Of course Xie She accompanied him when he went out, but after Song Ruanluo heard that they were going out to play, he also wanted to go together.

When the child started making a fuss, there was really nothing she could do about it. Mrs. Song couldn't help it, so she said, "Shuang Xuezun, I'm really sorry..."

Zhu Huai smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm not going out to do errands, so it doesn't matter if I take her with me."

Xie She hugged Song Ruanluo freely: "Let's go."

The Jiangnan where the Song family is located is not the Jiangnan water town in Zhu Huai's impression, just like the Gu family in Xiangdong and the Xie family in Annan, it is just a place name.

The distribution of forces in the realm of comprehension is very clear. The center of the map is Qingyuan Mountain, the rest of the sects are distributed in the north and west, and the aristocratic families are distributed in the east and south. From the place names, we can know that the Song family is located in Jiangcheng in the south, so it is called The Song family in the south of the Yangtze River.

Because of the protection of the Song family, Jiangcheng has always been stable and peaceful, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the places it passes are bustling and bustling.

Zhu Huai and Xie She were walking on the street, attracting many people's attention because of their extraordinary demeanor, but they were used to it and didn't think there was anything special about it.

Song Ruanluo was very obedient in Xie She's arms, looking around with black grape-like eyes, saw a shop selling weapons on the side of the street, and immediately pointed there excitedly: "Go, go."

Zhu Huai glanced at it and was quite surprised: "Good guy, the kid wants candied haws, but you want weapons?"

Song Ruanluo was giggling, he also smiled, and said to Xie She: "I'll take her in to buy."

Xie She nodded: "The disciple first goes to buy pastries for Master."

A few days ago, Zhu Huai tasted the pastries of Xiangpinju, and has always wanted to eat them again. Xie She remembered it and planned to buy more and store them in the storage ring.

Zhu Huai responded with a smile, and reached out to pick up Song Ruanluo in his arms, but the little girl dodged back and said seriously: "You can't hug me anymore."

Zhu Huai: "?"

He asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Song Ruanluo quietly glanced at Xie She: "Uh, no reason."

Isn't she afraid that her little brother will think she is cuter than him, so she won't let her come out to play with him in the future.

Alas, being a child is really hard, and you have to take care of the feelings of adults.

Zhu Huai almost laughed out loud: "Okay, come down, I'll hold you."

Song Ruanluo was put on the ground by Xie She, and he held Zhu Huai's hand obediently: "Okay, let's go."

Zhu Huai looked up at Xie She, and said softly, "We'll be out soon."

Xie She bent his lips: "Yes."

After watching Master and Xiao Douding go in, he turned around and left. After asking passers-by and knowing the location of Xiangpinju, he continued to walk forward.

At the same time, from the other direction, a group of people were also walking on this street.

This group of people are mostly young girls. One look at the brocade clothes and clothes, you can tell that they are of noble family background, and look at the swords on their waists, you can tell that they are monks.

Cultivators are precious and different in the eyes of ordinary people. Passers-by along the way avoid them, attracting envious eyes.

The leader was about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in black brocade, with a sword in his hand, his face could be called handsome, but the darkness in his eyes made people feel very uncomfortable.

He should be in a bad mood, frowning all the time, as if he was thinking about something, when someone around him talked to him, he only added a sentence perfunctorily.

Yesterday, he was hunting beasts in the forest outside the city. The monster he finally caught was snatched by others. He was naturally in a bad mood, even bad, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only stare fiercely at it. He glanced at the boy who was walking obliquely behind him.

Suddenly, he seemed to see an inexplicably familiar profile in the crowd in front of him.

He frowned, wondering if he had seen it somewhere before, the man turned his head and told him to take a closer look.

His eyes widened suddenly, his face was full of shock, and the people behind him asked suspiciously when they saw that he had stopped leaving suddenly.

When he came back to his senses, there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth: "It turned out to be him."

Before Xie She reached the Xiangpinju, he asked passers-by, and after learning that it was not far ahead, he continued walking.

After walking a few steps, the passers-by in front of him suddenly gave way to the side, and a group of people appeared in front of him.

Xie She looked up, only slightly raised his eyebrows, without any surprise on his face.

The leader laughed loudly: "Xie Amnesty, aren't you surprised to see me?"

"Why should you be surprised?"

"Oh? I was very surprised." He said with a smile, "When you left the cliff, you didn't fall to your death. You were really lucky."

Xie She glanced at him indifferently, but did not speak.

From the moment he entered Jiangnan, Xie She knew that he might meet someone he didn't want to meet. After all, they were both in the south, so the possibility of meeting them was too great.

This person is the young master of the Xie family, who has also lived with him for several years, his half-brother, Xie Mosheng.

Xie Mosheng never expected to meet Xie She here, or rather, he thought he would never see him again in this lifetime.

With contempt in his eyes, he took a few steps closer: "Looking at you like this, you shouldn't be doing badly, right? Also, a lowly person who has been a servant must always be better at pleasing others."

Xie She looked straight at him, expressionless, the sword in Linghai vibrated slightly: "I'll give you a chance, get out of the way."

Xie Mosheng seemed to have heard some big joke: "Hahahaha, everyone, listen quickly, how funny is Xie She's talking, and actually asked Ben to get out of the way? What are you, worthy of talking to me like this?"

Most of the Xie family behind him are young children of his lineage, among them there are many people who bullied Xie She with him in the past, and they all laughed when they heard the words, only one young man frowned slightly, not together laugh.

Xie Mosheng finished laughing, and said in a good mood: "How about I give you a chance, kneel down and lick Ben Shao's shoes, Ben Shao will let you go."

Xie She clenched his fists, his complexion gradually sank, Xie Mosheng was still relentless, contemptuously and excitedly said: "Or you can learn how to bark like a dog? Aren't you and your mother our Xie family's dogs? It's not too much to imitate a few times Bar."

No matter how calm Xie She was, he collapsed under the provocation of Xie Mosheng's words.

He can endure anyone's provocations to him, but his relatives are his only rebels. When Xie Mosheng mentioned his mother, he couldn't bear it anymore.

But before the sword in the spiritual sea fell, a dazzling spiritual light came through the air first, as fast as lightning, and the spiritual light overflowed.

The whole body was silver and white, and the sword with complicated ancient patterns lay across Xie Mosheng's neck, not even an inch away from cutting his throat, and he was so frightened that he remained motionless.

At the same time, a clear and cold voice slowly reached his ears.

"Say one more word, and you'll be wiped out."

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