I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

Yu Cheng suffered internal injuries, so he stayed in another hospital to recuperate, Song Simiao didn't rush, and even fed Yu Cheng soup and medicine with his own hands when he was in the mood.Although Song Simiao had never treated his servants harshly, his appearance of throwing things when he lost his temper was really frightening. Therefore, no one dared to ask why there was an extra injured son out of thin air.

On this day, nine days before Song Simiao was sent to the temple, Song Simiao held a medicine bowl and fed soup and medicine to Yu Cheng unhurriedly.

Yu Cheng had already refused several times, but Song Simiao insisted on feeding him the soup with his own hands, so it was inconvenient for him to refuse again, so he just opened his mouth obediently.

Naturally, Song Simiao didn't show kindness suddenly, nor did he have a good impression of Yu Cheng. What he did was just extremely boring, and he was imprisoned here with nothing to do.

He was sent to this other hospital by Mr. Song at the age of 15. For the first two years, he read day by day and night, hoping that one day he would be able to put money on Mr. Song's face, but since this year, he has figured it out. He began to grow long and looked like an ordinary person, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to step out, let alone take the imperial examination. Therefore, he put away all the ancient books and classics that he loved, and he was not fainted on weekdays. To sleep is to read some scriptures to waste time.

After feeding a bowl of medicine, Song Simiao casually tossed the medicine bowl to the boy waiting at the side, and ordered: "Go out."

After the boy left, Song Simiao remained silent and listened intently for a long time. Seeing that there was no movement outside, he lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Yu, are you recovering soon? When will you and I leave?"

Yu Cheng stared at Song Simiao and said: "Are you sure you want to leave here? Going outside, what can you do as an eight/nine-year-old child? Even if you want to find a job, no one will be willing to hire you. You might end up wandering the streets, living off scraps, and if you’re unlucky, you might end up in the eyes of traffickers.”

Hearing the sound, Song Simiao said without hesitation: "Even if I die, I don't want to die here."

After that, he murmured like a mosquito again: "Since he hates me, why should I stain his eyes here."

Yu Cheng didn't hear clearly, so he didn't ask any further questions, he just said: "Since I have agreed, I will naturally not break my promise. If you insist on leaving, I will take you away in two days."

Song Simiao's slightly round face was full of ecstasy, he stood up, hugged Yu Cheng, and said excitedly: "Mr. Yu, thank you very much."

Song Simiao was depressed all day long, as if his young body was full of worries, and his appearance in front of him gave birth to a little childlike innocence and innocence.

Yu Cheng stretched out his hand to stroke Song Simiao's forehead, and asked, "Aren't you really at odds with your parents? If you are indeed at odds with your parents, just admit your mistake. There is no overnight hatred between children and parents."

Although Yu Cheng's words were earnest and sincere, but for Song Simiao, it touched his scales.

Song Simiao patted Yu Cheng's hand away, and smiled angrily: "Master Yu, didn't you say that you are a cultivator? In my opinion, you are no different from nosy aunts and six wives..."

He paused, glanced at Yu Cheng's lower body, and snorted softly: "I forgot, you have more things than the three aunts and six wives."

Song Simiao is only eight or nine years old, why would he speak like this?

In a daze, Yu Cheng felt that the person standing in front of him was not an eight/nine-year-old child, but a young man covered in thorns.

Yu Cheng collected himself, suspicious in his heart, looked at Song Simiao carefully, and didn't say a word.

Song Simiao had a very strict family education since he was a child. Although he had no discipline in the past five years, he regretted such obscene language once he uttered it.But he regretted it, he decided that Yu Cheng had offended him first, so instead of apologizing, he put on a haughty look and slammed the door away.

During the day, Song Simiao stayed in the room in a daze, waking up and sleeping, sleeping and waking up again, when night fell, he finally couldn't sleep anymore, so he ordered the chef to cook a table of dishes, all of which were lotus He ate some big dishes such as leaf-roasted chicken, stewed duck with salted bamboo shoots, pork trotters in sauce, West Lake vinegar fish, etc., but he was still unhappy, so he ordered someone to serve a pot of Tusu wine.

He is eighteen and three months old, although his body has remained at the age of eight or nine, he is very good at drinking, and he will not get drunk after a thousand cups.

Yu Cheng's injury was mostly healed, and he walked around the other courtyard after eating the dinner brought by the servant.

He stayed in this other courtyard for four days, when he went out of the room for the first time, he carefully avoided the crowd, inspected it, and found that there was no trace of Song Simiao's parents living in this other courtyard.

But it turns out that Song Simiao didn't have a fight with his parents, but was abandoned by his parents?

Yu Cheng felt that what he said in the morning was really inappropriate, so he walked to Song Simiao to apologize, but unexpectedly, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol when he was still dozens of steps away from Song Simiao's room.

He hurried away, knocked open the door, and saw that Song Simiao was actually drinking, glass after glass, with a smooth posture, not at all jerky like a first-time drinker.

Anger suddenly arose in his heart, he grabbed the white jade wine glass and scolded: "Song Simiao, what are you doing?"

Song Simiao's eyes were clear, seeing that it was Yu Cheng, he grinned and said, "Young Master Yu, why are you snatching my wine glass? If you want to drink, I'll just call someone to fetch another glass."

Yu Cheng said angrily: "How can you be an eight/nine-year-old child drinking alcohol!"

"Eight/nine-year-old child..." Song Simiao pointed at his nose and smiled joyfully, "Yes, I am only nine years old this year."

At the age of nine, Song Simiao was well-known in the capital and was very popular with Mr. Song. Every poetry meeting, Mr. Song would take him to show off.He also worked hard every day, in order to be able to communicate with the great Confucians of the dynasty in every poetry meeting.

Yu Cheng took the Zhang Pazi, gently wiped the soup on the corner of Song Simiao's mouth, and said in a slow tone: "Young Master Song, if you are in a bad mood, you can tell me, don't drink any more." .”

Song Simiao's biological mother left him at an early age, and his biological father regarded him as a monster since he was 13 years old. For five years and three months, no one cared about his life or death.

Now, upon hearing Yu Cheng's words of concern, Song Simiao couldn't help but his eyes sore and shed tears.

Yu Cheng stretched out his hand to hold Song Simiao in his arms, and Song Simiao leaned against Yu Cheng and began to cry.

I don't know how long I cried, Song Simiao was tired from crying and fell asleep in Yu Cheng's arms.

Yu Cheng carried him to the bed, moistened a sweat towel and applied his eyes, before returning to his room.

Mr. Song is not interested in Song Simiao's life and death, and he has never ordered the servants of the other courtyard to report Song Simiao's movements to him regularly. A conspiracy was born.

He locked himself in the room, went crazy, and said nonsense in his mouth: "I don't live long! I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I saw black and white impermanence waving to me, they...they !They're going to take me away..."

Crazy words accompanied by screams tormented the people in the other courtyard for three whole days. During this period, Song Simiao smashed the objects in his room to pieces, and never took a single bite to eat.

On the second day, Yu Cheng bid farewell and left.

On the fourth day, Song Simiao committed suicide by throwing himself into a lake.

The lake in the other courtyard is five feet deep, so it is not easy to salvage the corpse. The housekeeper told Mr. Song, but Mr. Song just waved his hand casually and said, "Don't fish it, let the corpse rot in it, but it's a pity to pollute the A pool of lake water."

In the lobby of an inn ten miles away, a boy in white was eating a sweet potato. The boy was Song Simiao who committed suicide by throwing himself into the lake. He had never eaten such a vulgar thing as a sweet potato in his life.

Yu Cheng sat across from him, watching Song Simiao wolfing down with a smile, and eating a bowl of beef noodles himself.

After Song Simiao finished eating, Yu Cheng asked softly, "Do you want noodles?"

Song Simiao nodded, and before Yu Cheng ordered another bowl, he unceremoniously snatched Yu Cheng's half-used bowl.

Yu Cheng didn't bother with him, and ordered another bowl of beef noodles for Song Simiao.

The two stayed in this inn for one night, then rushed out.

Song Simiao is like a caged bird that has been freed. Although he has come out of the cage, he is still afraid of being caught by his master. I don't know if Mr. Song knows that he has cheated his death.

The two drove twenty miles in a row and stopped at a ruined temple.

Yu Cheng handed the pre-prepared pancakes to Song Simiao, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Young Master Song, would you like to cultivate immortality with me?"

Song Simiao was taken aback when he heard the words, he had never thought of cultivating immortals, but what did Yu Cheng mean by asking this?If he doesn't want to cultivate immortality with Yu Cheng, will Yu Cheng abandon him?

His face darkened, and he asked back: "What do I want, and what if I don't want to?"

Yu Cheng hesitated for a moment, and replied: "I have been away from the master's school for too long, and I have to go back. If you are willing, I will ask Master to accept you as a disciple. If you are not willing, then I will first find a reliable person to take you in." Entrusted, and then return to the teacher's gate."

Song Simiao felt angry immediately, and felt that Yu Cheng had threatened him, but he was afraid that if Yu Cheng was angered, Yu Cheng would leave him on the spot, so he made a sincere appearance and said, "I am willing to cultivate immortality with you. "

Yu Cheng touched Song Simiao's cheek and said, "Then you and I will go to Cuiyun Mountain tomorrow."

Cuiyun Mountain is about five days away from this ruined temple.

Song Simiao pulled Yu Cheng's sleeves and said, "Then let's go now."

Yu Cheng looked at the sky outside, it was already dusk, returning birds flitted past the big fire clouds, and the birds kept singing.

He held Song Simiao in his arms and said: "Sleep, you are tired after driving so many miles today, you can go on your way at dawn tomorrow."

Yu Cheng's embrace was very warm, Song Simiao rubbed it twice, and then fell asleep.

Five days later, Yu Cheng and Song Simiao almost entered a forest, but their feet were suddenly unable to move.

A dozen men in black appeared and surrounded the two of them, and another man in Taoist robes walked up to them and said to Song Simiao, "Young master, why did you run away? Master Song also thought hard for a long time, It was the one who decided to send you to Jushan Temple, and you have really dishonored him by running away."

Song Simiao spat at the Taoist and scolded: "Why can't I run away? I can't help myself at all in my life. If I don't run, I'm a fool."

As soon as his words fell to the ground, Yu Cheng beside him stared at the Taoist closely, and said in surprise, "Uncle?"

The Taoist wiped the saliva off his face, and said with a smile on his face, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Cheng, you still don't make progress."

Taoist nature is treacherous, he was expelled from the sect ten years ago, somehow, his appearance is much younger than ten years ago.

The Taoist pointed his finger, and Yu Cheng and Song Simiao couldn't move any more. They tried their best, but there was nothing they could do.

The Taoist glanced at Yu Cheng, and said to Song Simiao, "Young master, Mr. Song is reluctant to part with you, you should hurry back with the poor Taoist."

Song Simiao couldn't speak, his eyes were full of hatred.

The Taoist pointed at Yu Cheng and threatened, "If you don't want to go back with the poor Taoist, then the poor Taoist will kill my good nephew and feed the wild dogs."

Three days later, Song Simiao was sent to Jushan Temple by Mr. Song, where he was ordained and became a monk. The abbot, who was almost in his prime, said compassionately: "From today on, you can call it Jingsi."

Jing Si was afraid that the Taoist would be unfavorable to Yu Cheng, so she didn't dare to run away again.

What he didn't know was that Yu Cheng had long been tortured by the Taoist, and was even made into a monster by using various forbidden drugs, and was assigned by Master Song to be driven by the abbot.

Year after year like this, Jing Si would occasionally look at the sky and think: Mr. Yu may have become a fairy, does Mr. Yu still remember me?

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Song Simiao likes Yu Cheng, Yu Cheng only treats him as a child...