Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Woke up early in the Song and Qing dynasties, and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to pay homage to his ancestors.

The ancestral hall, which other sects attach great importance to, is remote and inconspicuous in the Valley of the Medicine King. Wu Huan passed by a few times, but thought it was an abandoned building and ignored it.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, the gate of the spell seal was opened.

There is a thick layer of dust in the ancestral hall, except for simple tables, chairs and altars, there is only an old picture scroll.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't lock it. There are no valuables," Song Qingshi explained with some embarrassment. "I haven't been here for many years. Wait a minute. I'll clean it up." Then he rolled up his sleeves and first used the Qingfeng spell to blow away the dust After throwing cleansing spells everywhere, I set up an incense case on the altar, put flowers and fruits on it, finally found out the broken futon, patted the dust on my hands, and said with satisfaction, "It's done."

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him holding the incense, in a daze, he had never seen such a careless martial art in his life...

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the picture scroll on the altar was unfolded and hung up.

There are no figures or inscriptions in the picture scroll, only the boundless sea of ​​clouds, and a bright ray of light streaks through the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to introduce: "I accidentally got the inheritance from my ancestors in a secret realm. My ancestors didn't leave a name taboo, only known as Song. I didn't have a surname at the time, so I took my ancestor's surname as a respect..."

There are many killings in the fairy world, and there are many children who have lost their parents. Original body is one of them. Because he was born with two kinds of spiritual fires and has a very high talent for medicine and poison, he accidentally obtained the inheritance of the medicine king in the secret realm. Practicing medicine and treating diseases, refining alchemy to make poisons, and occasionally going to secret places to grab some rare medicines, unknowingly gained today's reputation.

"The inheritance of the fairy world is directly injected into the sea of ​​consciousness, so this painting is the only handwriting left by the predecessor. I guess it has special commemorative value, so I used it as an offering. In fact, I don't know what the painting is. It may be a landscape..." Song Qingshi Feeling guilty about my random judgment, I quickly dismissed it, "In short, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for the inheritance of the sect, and put them in the library. You can read them yourself."

After Song Qingshi's introduction, he felt that he hadn't missed anything, and indicated that Yue Wuhuan would be happy.

Yue Wuhuan lit the incense respectfully, and when he was about to kneel down, the incense went out.

He lit the incense again, knelt down again, and the incense went out again.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: "Could it be... the master doesn't want to accept me as a disciple?"

"Impossible, you are so smart, the teacher is too late to be happy." Song Qingshi waved his hand, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I don't seem to have kneeled before. Every time I come here, I clean it and leave after I burn incense. ...I guess the former master might not like being bowed down by his disciples, so try offering incense directly."

Yue Wuhuan dubiously inserted the burning incense into the censer, stood up and saluted.

Sure enough, the incense in the censer burned steadily and never went out.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help asking: "Is it too disrespectful to the ancestor?"

"The former teacher didn't like these, he likes..." Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance that the original body got, those inheritances were full of knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces, leaving only a very interesting word, which seems to be his motto, " question."

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, Yue Wuhuan and Yue Wuhuan expended a lot of energy to explain their ideas: "The former teacher didn't want us to respect his individuality, but what we respected was knowledge, implement his ideas, study hard, study hard, and don't just because he is Grandmaster dare not question what he left behind, although grandmaster is very powerful, he will make mistakes, we have to find the correct answer in the constant mistakes."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi said happily: "Well, I have already researched and proved several mistakes of the late teacher, and re-corrected the answers."

His theory can be described as shocking in the fairy world where teachers are respected.

Yue Wuhuan was too shocked to speak.

"Perhaps this is the root of the establishment of Yaowang Valley," Song Qingshi said longingly, "If I die, I also hope to be like my master, not to have my disciples worship, and not to leave portraits and names for future generations to admire. These things are too wasteful. It's time, if you have the time to do these things, it's better to do research, it's better to finish the projects I haven't finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting..."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan grabbed his arm heavily, interrupting his imagination.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely, his face was gloomy like a rainy day, he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say such unlucky things..."

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm talking about the end of life."

A medical student is not afraid to talk about life and death, he does not find this topic special.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and interrupted sharply: "Don't say it!"

Song Qingshi knew that he was really angry, thought about his psychological problems, and shut up obediently.

Yue Wuhuan also knew that he should bow his head, but he didn't want to apologize for this matter.

The two were silent for a long time, and finally silently pretended that this topic had never happened.

The apprenticeship ceremony is completed.

……

In the Song and Qing dynasties, he liked to eat sweets, especially sorbet. Yue Wuhuan was very picky about the taste, thinking that the ones bought from outside were not good enough, too dirty, and there was no good cook in Yaowanggu, so he took the time to study the recipes for various sweets. I cook all kinds of sweets for him in different ways, which are very delicious.

After An Long discovered Song Qingshi's private stove, he started the grabbing mode, and tried to get Yue Wuhuan to cook for him too.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: "Is my eldest disciple serving others?"

Alaska doesn't care about these reasons, and keeps making noises, just wanting to eat desserts made by Yue Wuhuan.

"Forget it, he's very busy," Song Qingshi lost his temper after being tossed about, put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it for you."

An Long's eyes lit up with joy.

Although the Song and Qing Dynasties loved sweets, they didn't pursue their appetites, and they could eat or not.In the original world, he was the eldest young master who stretched out his clothes for food and opened his mouth for food. In this world, he would rather fast than make food, so he had never been in a kitchen in his two lifetimes. A place for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar...

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, figuring out how to use various utensils. He couldn't find a recipe, and he didn't know how to make fire with ordinary firewood.

Finally, after tossing and tossing for a long time, he brought out a plate of round dumplings with charred black skin. The size and degree of charring of each dumpling are exactly the same, which can definitely satisfy the obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"This is glutinous rice dumpling." Song Qingshi has always been brave in the face of failure. He took out the finished product just to prove that he had tried hard, and then persuaded, "It should not taste good, so I should throw it away. I will ask the cook to make it for you. No trouble, no joy, you can talk about anything.”

An Long smiled and watched for a while, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi didn't have time to stop Alaska from eating indiscriminately, so he was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed it carefully for a long time, and praised: "It doesn't look like much, but the taste is actually good."

Immediately afterwards, he happily threw a few balls into his mouth, and only the last one remained.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. He didn't dare to taste this stuff after it came out of the oven. Isn't it really bad?So, with a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste rushed to his taste buds in an instant. The fishy smell is worse than the most bitter pill, and it has reached the point of nausea.

Song Qingshi was so disgusted that tears almost came out, he quickly spit out the balls, pointing to Alaska and didn't know what to say.

An Long slapped the table and laughed wildly, so much that he couldn't straighten up.

He was like this in the past, he would rather hurt himself to make fun of the original body, and he has a good grasp of the bottom line of the original body's true anger and murder, and he can successfully jump repeatedly on the edge of death every time.Now, when he saw that Song Qingshi was about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, regained his dignity, and added: "I will never look for Yue Wuhuan to eat again."

Song Qingshi instantly dissipated his anger.

An Long said with a hippie smile: "It's the first time you made it anyway, it's very precious, you must try it."

When Song Qing thought about his craft, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Long chased after him: "By the way, do you want to see the new Gu I developed? It's very cute."

Song Qingshi immediately forgot such insignificant things as meatballs, and happily dragged him to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked, "Are you really nervous, Yue Wuhuan, baby? What's wrong with him?"

Song Qingshi glanced at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this private question, and ordered: "Don't mess around."

An Long was thoughtful: "It's really interesting..."

The more the Song and Qing dynasties did not allow reckless things, the more he wanted to make reckless things.

How fun is it to mess around?

……

After finishing sword practice, Yue Wuhuan was going back to his room to take a shower and change clothes.When passing the corridor, a small ball of paper hit him on the back of the head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled, and it seemed that there was something wrapped in it.

Now is the time when Song Qingshi is doing pharmaceutical experiments and cannot be disturbed... So he squatted down obediently, picked up the paper ball according to the other party's wishes, and slowly unfolded it.

Wrapped in the paper ball was a terrifying double-headed centipede, with countless legs wriggling, and disgusting mucus flowing from its two weird mouthparts, it was about to pounce on him with its teeth and claws.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it, wrapped it in paper again, threw it away, and said angrily, "An Xianzun, don't do such childish things."

"What? Qingshi's not here, too lazy to pretend to be good?" An Long laughed and came out from behind the screen wall, beckoning, and the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, "This little guy is not poisonous, It’s just for scaring people. Every time it can scare the beauty into screaming and trembling, it’s very fun, why aren’t you afraid at all? I’m a little disappointed.”

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "If the Immortal Venerable needs it, I can also call for you."

"Farewell, the show is too fake, I don't like it," An Long flipped his hands, and the centipede disappeared. He walked over lazily, looked Yue Wuhuan up and down curiously, and praised, "I never thought that a man could be so beautiful, even better than Miss Wan in Mingyue Tower. I know you only like men, but I still don't feel disgusted."

Mingyue Tower is a famous brothel in the fairy world, and Miss Wan is a famous oiran.

This metaphor can be described as extremely malicious.

Yue Wuhuan didn't care about it, he smiled, and said: "I have heard for a long time that An Xianzun's confidante is all over the world, and there are countless beauties. Many fairies and witches are jealous of you, and even fight. Today you can win the fairy Complimenting one's appearance is actually a great honor for Wu Huan."

"Young Master Wu Huan was joking," An Long heard him teasing him for his flair, and he was also amused, "My confidante is not as many as the ones who are fascinated by you. I once knew a friend, what was his name? He is still a hero of the righteous way, he never forgets you, knowing that you have entered the Valley of Medicine Kings from Liang, and can no longer get close to him, he got drunk and complained a lot."

Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qingshi's reputation, so he killed him and sent his body to Yaowanggu for research.

Yue Wuhuan pretended not to understand: "I never remember dead people."

An Long sneered and said, "Beauties are so ruthless."

"Yes, Huaniang is ruthless, and opera singers are ruthless." Yue Wuhuan pointed out his sarcasm directly, raised his head, brushed his hair that was wet from the sweat from practicing sword practice behind his ears, and walked a few steps, Then he lazily leaned against the screen wall of the corridor, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: "An Xianzun, don't you think the living are interesting?"

An Long followed, bent down, and pressed his arm tattooed with five poisons tightly against the screen wall next to his ear, then condescended, smiled wickedly, took off his disguise, and showed his sharp wolf teeth: "I I think it's very interesting for you to pretend to be a little guy, if you want to know what's hidden under this beauty's skin, let me have a look, okay?"

Yue Wu smiled and asked: "Is An Xianzun interested in my true face?"

An Long frivolously pinched his chin, forced it to lift up, looked at this face carefully, approached him, and said fiercely: "It's very interesting."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly for a while, and reminded: "The lord seems to have finished the experiment ahead of time."

An Long withdrew his hand quickly, panicked for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had blocked Song Qingshi's spiritual detection and would not be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and held back his smile.

"How dare you lie to me?!" Realizing that he had been tricked, An Long was furious, wanting to show his paws at this ignorant guy.

In an instant, a pill fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several pill fires forced him to retreat three feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing he could smash Alaska to death with Pill Fire, who would bully his little angel without even looking at it. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan had reminded him that he should secretly use his divine sense to check what Alaska was doing these few days, otherwise This dead dog can tear down Medicine King Valley!Although monk Nascent Soul was able to isolate the divine mind from detection, when he found the breath of Alaska suddenly disappeared in the research room, he realized that something was wrong. He thought he was going to hide and do bad things, so he came here after confirming Yue Wuhuan's location.

An Long pointed at Yue Wuhuan, so angry that he couldn't speak: "You you you!"

Yue Wuhuan whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't lie."

Song Qingshi rushed in front of Yue Wuhuan, carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, "Did this guy bully you?"

Although he didn't see the process, do you need to think about who is right and who is wrong between the fierce and domineering Alaska and the cute little angel?Need to think about who is stronger and who is weaker between a mentally fragile patient and a rough-skinned and thick-skinned immortal?What's more, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times with just one finger!He must take good care of his little angel!Would rather not invest but also protect!

In the Song and Qing dynasties, they were eccentric and magnanimous, and they were justified.

An Long winked desperately at Yue Wuhuan behind his back, the kind with a particularly strong deterrent effect.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it, and said softly and protectively: "No, An Xianzun is very good, he is joking with me."

Song Qingshi looked back at An Long suspiciously, the pill fire on his body was still on, and there was a faint tendency to switch the poison fire.

An Long instantly switched to a pure smile: "I don't dare to bully him, I just chat casually and tell some jokes."

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade, "Master, I seldom go out, so I am quite curious about the outside world. An Xianzun is a good-natured person, condescending to chat with me about many interesting things, I'm happy to hear that."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulders, patted himself on the chest, and said with a big laugh, "He and I hit it off right away, we just want to be friends."

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: "An Xianzun really didn't bully me."

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame, doubtfully asked: "Is that so?"

The two nodded at the same time: "Yes."

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. He saw Anlong blocking Yue Wuhuan with a domineering posture and refused to let him go. He felt angry. He really didn't pay attention to what they were doing. Could it be a misunderstanding?

"Go ahead and play with you next time," An Long said hello to Yue Wuhuan threateningly, and then dragged Song Qingshi away, "Come on, let's see if the petri dish from yesterday has any results." .”

"Don't be angry, I really dare not bully your crystal man."

"No. 70 two."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, have a drink with me."

"No."

"..."

Yue Wuhuan saluted politely and watched the two leave.

Xilin Gu King stands in a high position all the year round, he doesn't need any elaborate calculations on weekdays, violence is enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts are superficial and very easy to guess.

It's just investigating his miserable past, contemptuously speculating, suspecting that there is someone behind him, suspecting that he has evil plans for Yaowanggu, suspecting that he is ambitious, and even doubting his feelings for Song Qingshi.But he was also worried that without evidence, Song Qingshi would tear his face apart with him, unwilling to investigate openly, and wanted to find an excuse to entangle him, try to find out his true face little by little, and then crush him to death.

This matter is not difficult to solve.

Since Xilin Gu King wants to see his true face, then show him his true face.

Hope he can take it...