How Could I Become a Villain?

Song Chinan died once. He had completely forgotten what happened in his previous life. In this life, I have been a leisurely young master, cultivating my moral character and staying away from right and wrong. But everyone in the capital knew that he was dragged down by Qi Guan Qingming - Qi Guan himself thought so - he had just been kicked to Taishan by His Majesty's order. He turned around and pulled his best friend on his back. He carried a bulging baggage on his shoulders, and his face looked as if he had just made a big deal, as if he was not in exile, but on his appointment. Song Chinan: You were demoted, not took office. Qi Guan said it was almost the same. Then the carriage was hit by an old locust tree. Qi Guan said this was a good start, and they started hiking. Later there were more and more people. Later, there were more and more people on the road. The girl fighting the mountain fire, the children of the aristocratic family who pinched each other when they met, the eldest sister of the sect standing at the intersection holding a sword, and the Taoist priest carrying a peach wood sword, holding a child in his hand - the child's face was expressionless, but his eyes did not look like a child. Qiguan Qingming looked at this group of people and was silent for a long time. Then he asked Song Chinan: "Qing Yan, tell me the truth. What are we going to do?" Song Chinan said: "Farming." Qi Guan said: "You lied to me." Song Chinan didn't answer - he couldn't say what was buried under Taishan yet. But he knew that each of these people who "happened" to appear on the road was a move on the chessboard. Including Qiguan Qingming. Including himself. Even Nangong Jing, who was inexplicably tied to him by a magic weapon halfway, was the same. He really didn't know this person. But the magic weapon doesn't recognize this. As time passed, he found that the way this man looked at him became more and more wrong. Everyone knows Song Chinan, the young master of the side branch, is cold and elegant, and even the bamboo branches on his clothes exude the fragrance of righteousness. But Qi Guan Qingming always felt that Yanqing knew too many things. No matter Taishan or everyone he met along the way, Song Chinan was never surprised. The only time his expression softened was when Qi Guan asked him: "Qing Yan, do you think someone in this world is playing a big game of chess?" Song Chinan glanced at him and said nothing. It took a long time before he said, "Maybe." "Then who are we?" Song Chinan did not answer this question. Qi Guan Qingming is still thinking about what Taishan's peonies will bloom next year. Song Chinan said, yes. On the day he left the capital, why he didn't look back - Qi Guan Qingming didn't figure this out until a long time later. By the time he figured it out, he had already gone a long way and there was no turning back. But Song Chinan didn't understand. How on earth did a carriage, an old locust tree, and a group of people pull him back to that road? It's simply unbelievable. Wait, what to remember? Should I remember something? After a long time, Nangong Jing said: "How do you plan to repay what you owe me?" Song Chinan:? He had remembered something. But isn't this a bit too much? Song Chinan only had one thought in her heart: It was my past life that loved you, not my current life. Don't bother me, it's none of my business now. I really don't remember——. --- [Reading Tips] ● Nangong Jing × Song Chinan | 1V1 host and HE ● The number one person at home and outside × The person who pretends to be noble is the worst person ● Plot direction·Road group portrait·Double lines of past and present life·Late attack appearance ● An imaginary world of gods, ghosts, fairies, demons, human souls and monsters. We don't ask about cultivating immortals. We only ask how mortals complete this journey. ● HE, but the process is not easy to follow ● This article is a plot-oriented road group portrait, focusing on the story of "a team of people, a road, and a game". In the world of gods, ghosts and fairies, if the carriage is hit by a tree, it will start walking. When the road is over, the peony should also bloom. Concept: What you see with your eyes is not necessarily true, and what you hear with your ears is not necessarily false.