I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

Everyone in the capital knows that Mr. Song's young master is a rare talent in a hundred years. He entered school at the age of three, and he was able to speak well at the age of four. All the great Confucians of the current dynasty praised this quatrain.

The people in the capital originally thought that this Young Master Song would become the youngest number one scholar in the dynasty, but for some reason, Young Master Song has never shown his face since he was 13 years old.

There were people with good deeds who went to the Song Mansion to inquire, but all of them were stopped by the housekeeper of the Song Mansion. Therefore, many people thought that Xu Tian was jealous of the talent, and this young son of the Song Dynasty had already passed away early.

Song Simiao, who was rumored to have passed away, had grown up. Since he was 15 years old, he was imprisoned by Mr. Song in a separate courtyard and ordered to take care of him.

This afternoon, it was Lixia, Song Simiao was lying on a soft bed, listening to the cicadas, which made him drowsy.

Half asleep and half awake, a servant came to report: "Your Excellency is here."

Song Simiao jumped up from the slump, and asked joyfully, "Where is Father?"

The boy replied: "My lord has already passed the hall."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Song Simiao saw Mr. Song appearing at the end of the corridor. He rushed over and threw himself into Mr. Song's arms.

Although he is old, his stature and appearance are exactly the same as when he was eight/nine years old, Master Song is very jealous of him, and when he sees him throwing himself into his arms, he stretches out his hand and pushes him away.

Song Simiao was pushed by Mr. Song, his body lost his balance, and he fell straight to the ground. His butt hurt badly. Instead of being annoyed at all, he stood up immediately, patted the brocade all over his body, and saluted Mr. Song: "Father, Lixia today, would you like to eat boiled eggs with me?"

Master Song smiled slightly, and turned his head, unwilling to look at this son.

Although he didn't like Song Simiao's biological mother, he had high hopes for Song Simiao. Unexpectedly, this handsome and talented son turned out to be a monster.When Song Simiao was 15 or [-] years old, he only felt that the child grew up later than ordinary people, but Song Simiao still looked like this when he was [-] years old. Walking around, let alone going out, later, he sent Song Simiao to this other hospital in order to keep out of sight.

Song Simiao thought his father agreed, and hurriedly raised his voice: "Quickly order the cook to make boiled eggs."

The boy promised and left in a hurry.

Song Simiao led Mr. Song to sit in a gazebo, and graciously brought fruit.

Master Song reluctantly used a lychee, and then stopped moving.

Song Simiao asked anxiously: "Father, is this lychee not delicious? If not, you can try this grape, or plum, or honeydew melon. My son has already tasted it, and the taste is still good."

Mr. Song remained silent, fearing that Song Simiao would pester him endlessly, so he simply tasted the fruits one by one.

Song Simiao served Mr. Song like a servant, sometimes wiping his hands, and sometimes sweeping away the peel and core for him.

After a while, the servant brought up a bowl of hard-boiled eggs. There were five hard-boiled eggs in the beautiful blue-glazed lotus bowl. Song Simiao picked the biggest one, peeled it carefully, and handed it to Mr. Song. .

Mr. Song had already thought about ordering Song Simiao to stay away from him just now, and he endured and endured, but he didn't say anything. Now seeing Song Simiao peeling the hard-boiled egg and looking at him flatteringly, he couldn't help it: "Will you stay away from me?" I'm farther away."

Song Simiao was taken aback, saw the undisguised disgust on his father's face, forced a smile, then took the peeled hard-boiled egg, backed away five steps away, without the shelter of the gazebo, and was beaten fiercely by the scorching sun.

He didn't dare to speak any more, and he didn't dare to move again, for fear of offending Mr. Song, he just stood timidly, but after a while, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed from the sun.

Mr. Song peeled a hard-boiled egg with his own hands, took a bite, and threw it aside in disgust. The hard-boiled egg with the missing hole rolled a few times on the stone table, fell to the ground, and jumped to Song Simiao's toes.

Song Simiao stared at the hard-boiled egg, pursed her lips, and her posture became more and more timid, almost humble.

Suddenly, the sound of rhythmic knuckles hitting the stone table sounded in his ears. People send you to a temple to become a monk, and from then on, you can't leave the temple, let alone go down the mountain."

It was as if something exploded in Song Simiao's mind, and there was a rumbling sound. After a long time, he raised his head and asked, "Father, why is this?"

Mr. Song glanced at Song Simiao in disgust, and said: "Yesterday, an extraterrestrial expert came to the mansion, and that expert said that the reason why you look like this is because of your sins, if I keep you, it will not only damage my reputation , will hinder my official career, and even kill my life, how can I keep you? The expert also said that you have to serve the Buddha all your life to redeem your sins."

"I..." Song Simiao had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say for a while, before he could organize his thoughts, Master Song had already left.

Song Simiao stared at the hard-boiled egg with a bite missing, feeling both resentment and helplessness in his heart, and in the end, it all turned into unspeakable sadness.

He stomped the hard-boiled egg to pieces, and then scolded the boy waiting at the side: "I have no eyesight, why don't you clean it up!"

It was night, and it was clearly midsummer, but Song Simiao felt that even the crevices of his bones were cold. He curled up and took a low breath, making it difficult to fall asleep.

When he was a child, everything was silent, and there was no light between heaven and earth as if someone had splashed a bucket of ink on it. He listened to his own heartbeat, and suddenly thought of his mother who abandoned him since he was a child. Biting his lip, he didn't relax until he tasted the smell of blood.

After an unknown amount of time, there were faint footsteps. Song Simiao stood up, looked around, looked around the room, and opened the door again.

As soon as the door opened, he saw a person standing in front of him.

The man was dressed in white, he was also shocked when he saw him, he lowered his body and covered his mouth, begging: "Don't make a sound."

Seeing Song Simiao nodded, the man let go of his hand, Song Simiao was free, and screamed without hesitation: "Yes..."

The man quickly covered Song Simiao's mouth, brought him into the room, and closed the door.

After about half a cup of tea, when there was no movement outside, the man let go of Song Simiao.

Song Simiao had an idea in his mind, so he stopped shouting and said with a smile: "Young Master, who are you?"

The man replied frankly: "I am called Yu Cheng, and I am a cultivator of immortality."

Song Simiao looked at Yu Cheng and threatened, "Then, can Mr. Yu Cheng, Mr. Yu, do me a favor?"

The young man in front of him looked like a well-dressed man, at the age of eight or nine, his face was still immature, but his tone was so cold that it did not match his appearance, which was quite strange.

Yu Cheng said with a good temper: "What can I do for you, little master?"

Song Simiao said seriously: "Take me out of here within half a month."

Hearing this, Yu Cheng laughed and said: "Little son, I think you are only eight or nine years old. You eat rare delicacies, wear brocade clothes, live in courtyards and pavilions, and have many servants to serve you. I would like to come to your parents for a while." I will definitely treat you like pearls and treasures, so why do you leave here? Go outside to suffer? Didn’t you have a quarrel with your parents?”

Naturally, Song Simiao would not tell the truth to Yu Cheng, so he said coldly: "If you don't help me with this task, I will spread the news that you are here, I think you are either being sought for revenge, or being hunted down , I may still sell you for a good price."

Yu Cheng was taken aback, and said: "Young master, you have a good plan, aren't you afraid that I will kill you on the spot?"

"Kill me to silence you?" Song Simiao half-closed his eyes and sneered, "If you want to silence me, so be it."

Yu Cheng didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and he was afraid that Song Simiao would spread the news about him here, attracting that difficult pig demon, so he had no choice but to nod his head and said: "Young master, I'm helping you." It's decided, after I recover from my injuries, I will take the young master away."

After saying so, Yu Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

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The next chapter continues, the monster is Yu Cheng