Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan’s newly arranged school is outside Taolin, quite a distance from the laboratory. Next to it is a huge new drug storehouse, which houses most of the common medicines in the mortal world and the immortal world, for apprentices to apply for, highly toxic drugs And precious medicinal materials are placed in the original medicine storehouse, and the approval of Yue Wuhuan can be taken out.

Next to the medicine library is the Library of Books, where there are many low-level fairy books, basic medical books, and miscellaneous books. The number is much larger than before. It should be collected in the past ten years.

Song Qingshi was holding a copy of "Linghuo Mi Wen Lu" and almost didn't want to leave.

"The books here are all selected by me. They don't cause much harm and are suitable for apprenticeships." Yue Wu Huan put the book in his arms with a smile, indicating that he can take it back to read. But all apprentices need to hone here for a few years to examine their character and character before they can come into contact with precious medicinal materials and poisons."

Song Qingshi agreed. He is not stingy in teaching medical skills, but he also does not want his poisonous skills to be used by someone who wants to cause harm. Yue Wuhuan arranged the apprentices of Yaowanggu to study medicine but not poison. He was right in line with his thinking. Although poisoning must be passed on, it needs strict assessment to gradually teach some poisonous prescriptions. He doesn't even want to teach them. No one other than Huan.

Yue Wuhuan pinched a magic trick, and a weird man with no eyes and hands and feet acting like puppets walked out of the forest.

Song Qingshi glanced around and found that it was a corpse. He was surprised: "You trained this poison puppet?"

Poison puppets are highly poisonous puppets he made from corpses. Because manipulating the magic circle is troublesome, they don’t make many. Although each poison puppet has only the offensive power of the foundation-building monk, it is full of poisonous puppets. Killing, and will explode after being destroyed, sprinkling a poisonous blood mist around it, it is Song Qingshi's guard hidden in the Valley of the King of Medicine, and it is also one of his trump cards.

Otherwise, there are precious medicinal materials everywhere like the Medicine King Valley. Except for a Nascent Soul monk, there is only a good place to build a foundation medicine servant, which has long been taken by the bandits of the immortal world.

The poison puppet in front of him was not refined by Song Qingshi. Although the severe poison on his body has not changed, the operation method is more refined, and many organs and hidden weapons have been added, making the offensive more vicious.

"I found the Poison Puppet's production notes in the Lord's laboratory," Yue Wuhuan explained nervously, afraid that he would be angry. "After the Lord was in a coma, the original poison puppet was broken and could not be repaired, and the Medicine King Valley was lost. Defensive barrier. I took some complete corpses in the autopsy room and tried to refine new poison puppets. After many attempts, I succeeded. Because the Lord’s notes were not written in full, I reset part of the circle. It’s a bit different from the original."

Song Qingshi thought about what he thought of writing and what he wrote. The original notes were messed up like a heavenly book, and he stumblingly boasted: "You have improved very well, how many have you done?"

Yue Wuhuan cleverly replied: "Sixty-four, most of them are in the poisonous fog array, a small part is guarding the treasure house and laboratory in the valley, and there are a few that are not so scary on the outside. You can put them in a mustard bag and take them out. Be a guard."

Before he got the Blood King Vine, he had a serious lack of helpers and was not enough to contend with the cultivators of the immortal world, so he could only find another way and hollow out his mind.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded and couldn't help asking: "The drawing of the magic circle on the poison puppet is extremely complicated, and there are eighty-two, each is different, and a line can't be drawn wrong. How do you..."

The more Wuhuan said: "As long as I have painted something once, nothing will go wrong."

Song Qingshi was shocked and dizzy. Although he was the one who made up various arrays and researched the poison puppets, he was not skillful enough. When making them, he often accidentally painted the wrong arrays. Every time he made one, he would fail four or five. Secondly, and because he is not very interested in making this kind of things, so he only made more than 20 poison puppets, and it was enough.

He quietly looked at his dull hands, and then at Yue Wuhuan's dexterous and stable hands...

I feel that there is a big gap between people, and it’s a bit blown...

But both runes and formations need to be careful and steady. The more Wuhuan he will be able to surpass his achievements and become a master.

It's nice to think about it this way.

Yue Wuhuan has thoroughly studied poison puppets over the years. The poison puppet designed by Song Qingshi looks scary, but in fact it leaves room for it. As long as it does not enter maliciously, it will not easily hurt people.

He didn't care about the life and death of anyone outside Song Qingshi, and the poison puppets in his hand were all organs designed for murder.

Over the years, he was rushing outside to find medicine. There were countless monks who died in the hands of the poison puppet. They were afraid that Song Qingshi would think he was vicious and did not dare to explain. Therefore, he kept secretly observing the other party’s emotions, seeing that his expression changed several times, and finally returned to happy , Finally relieved.

Song Qingshi praised his little angel: "Blue is better than blue when it comes to blue."

Yue Wu laughed and said, "The Lord is too honoured. Without the poison puppet you created, I can't protect the King of Medicine Valley."

Song Qingshi thought for a while and asked, "An Long suffered a big loss at your poison puppet, right? Otherwise, it's impossible to not break in for two years."

"Venerable An Xian has a long history of friendship with the Lord. After a few trials, he understood the weakness of the poison puppet designed by the Lord. When he thought he had successfully cracked it, I replaced it with the modified poison puppet and the magic circle. Xianzun retreated for half a year after being injured by poisoning, and made a comeback. I used the Blood King Vine and the terrain to set up new traps. Although I temporarily forced him to retreat, he has completely mastered these attack methods..." The more Wuhuan talked about it, it was extremely helpless.

Wan Gu Sect is warlike, and An Long is a leader. He is good at all battles, has a beast-like intuition for danger, has a high level of cultivation, and is proficient in various methods of poison under the guidance of Song Qingshi. He has wanted to poison him several times. The traps have been avoided, and the fine calculations are very weak in the face of absolute violent dismantling.

If it weren’t for Song Qingshi’s good habit of taking notes on everything, there was a lot of knowledge about Gu worms left in the laboratory, plus the evil spirits of Heaven’s path towards him seemed to have disappeared with the thunder tribulation. Whether luck would have come, he had already been killed by Anlong .

Song Qingshi comforted: "An Long is a genius. You can stop him twice. It is amazing enough. This is an achievement that most Jindan cultivators in the immortal world can't achieve. Now I wake up, and the misunderstanding is solved. Will attack you again."

Yue Wuhuan thought about the two Liangzi, and smiled softly: "Well, An Xianzun will definitely understand me."

The two talked and laughed and walked into the school. It is noon, and the apprentices are all going to the cafeteria to eat, Song Qingshi took the opportunity to visit.

The school hall is a square yard. The yard is still decorated according to the taste of Yue Wuhuan. The main house is a place for collective study. There are podiums and bookshelves, as well as various experimental equipment, many of which are built by Tiangongfang. Song Qingshi even wanted to customize a few of his appliances before he fell into a coma, but he didn't have the money to customize them. On both sides are independent pill rooms, each has a magic circle to prevent the fryer from harming others.

When Song Qingshi looked at this expensive school, he felt that his spiritual stone pockets were vacant.

"Lord Lord, there is not much money shortage now. Yaowanggu and Yeyuge have reached a cooperation," Yue Wuhuan explained. "In the past, the Lord has developed a plaster for patients with facial disfigurement, which can improve skin texture and eliminate All scars. I added some precious spices and pearls to this plaster, renamed it Yurong Ointment, and sold it at a high price. Because Yurong Ointment not only removes the scars quickly, but also makes the skin delicate and whiter and more beautiful. Many, easy to get injured, so the female nuns are going crazy, Immortal Ye Lin reminds Wanggu to add goods every day..."

Song Qingshi was stunned. He hadn't made any money from selling medicine in his entire life, but finally made a lot of money by selling skin care products? I always think something is weird...

“The Lord’s condition is dangerous and requires a lot of money to buy medicinal materials, so I chose the fastest way to get money.” Yue Wuhuan handed the account book to Song Qingshi for review. “In the past few years, I spent a lot of money on purchasing medicinal materials and repairing Wanggu. , Now there are still 3.2 million spiritual stones on the account."

Song Qingshi originally had lumps in his dim sum, but when he saw the shining golden figures, he instantly folded his waist.

He has already practiced for Xiaoyou Dan, what is Yurong Gao? If he has money, he can continue to do research, study medicines for curing diseases, and benefit the society. This is a win-win situation!

Yue Wuhuan added thoughtfully: "I asked Ye Yuge to declare that Yurong ointment was a formula left by the ancient immortals, and was not specially researched by the Lord. The porcelain boxes sold are also marked to treat scars and restore the best skin condition. Medicines."

Cosmeceuticals are also medicines!

Song Qingshi felt that Yaowang’s face had been saved, and was very satisfied. He knew that he had no financial savvy and was prone to ruin, so he stuffed Yue Wuhuan with the account book, and said generously: "From now on, you will be in charge of the money. It's okay."

The corners of Wuhuan’s mouth evoked a beautiful arc, as if he had heard something happy, and promised: "Okay, I will buy you everything you want."

Song Qingshi was more satisfied.

After visiting the school, he put away the red lotus pill, and sat dignified on the grand teacher's chair on the podium.

Yue Wuhuan summoned all the apprentices and asked them to see the Lord one by one.

Song Qingshi was afraid that people would see his nervousness, so he followed the appearance of a previous university professor, put on a serious expression, and was full of wonder in his heart. Who are these people in front of him?

He didn't look at everyone's appearance seriously at the time, and now he can only recognize Qingluan and Minghong. Qingluan's appearance has not changed under the influence of the acacia seal, but her delicate temperament has all faded. He walks with wind, and his body is lean. The aura reminded him of a senpai from another world.

Ming Hong became a teenager. He was dressed in red. Not only did he look similar to Yue Wuhuan, but he also behaved very similarly, but he was a little silent and didn't like to talk.

The brawny man walking behind, Song Qingshi thought for a long time before realizing that he was a sunny boy who was helping his companions on the martial arts training ground. Now he is tall and dark, with all muscles, except for the correct facial features, he can no longer see that he was back then. The beauty of it.

Qingluan explained with a smile: "His name is He Qingyun, and now he mainly studies herbal planting and often works in the fields, so it became like this."

He Qingyun scratched his head embarrassedly, and smiled honestly: "I thought about becoming like this. There will never be a **** coveting my beauty, right? I used to be a farmer, and I could do nothing but serve plants. Lord saved me I can't help but repay my life. Although mortals have nothing to do with cultivation, it is still possible to go to Zhuangzi to plant medicine for the lord in the future."

Song Qingshi smiled and nodded, determined to take medicine later and pile them all to the foundation.

Suddenly, he saw a beautiful boy of seventeen or eighteen years old behind the crowd. He had the most romantic and chic peach eyes. He was lazy and yawned secretly while no one saw him. There was a little thing tossing around.

Song Qingshi felt that he had caught the bad student who hid in the class and stole his mobile phone. He couldn't hold back his serious expression, smiled, and waved at him to let him come over.

Qingluan gave the teenager a fierce look and introduced: "He is Rong Ye. He is the same group of children as Minghong. He has not had any bitterness. He is the most naughty, but his hands are very clever. Please don’t get angry. I’ll be fine. Teach him."

Rong Ye thought of Qingluan's usual reprimands, and was a little frightened, so he dragged forward and handed over the toys in his hand.

Song Qingshi heard that Qingluan was a public praise, protecting these children who had suffered from the same disease, and he didn't want to care about it.

He smiled and took what was in Rong Ye's hand. He checked it carefully and found that it was a small handmade hourglass, very delicate. He turned the hourglass on the table and used his experience in alchemy to judge the time and confirm the hourglass. The sand leaked for about a minute.

Qingluan explained: "Rong Ye is careless, and he always doesn't control the time when making alchemy, so he made this thing to assist him."

Rong Ye argued strongly: "Sister Qingluan, I have used this, and never missed the time. Don't always remember the time I failed."

Qing Luan scolded: "Shut up! So many people have failed, and only you have blown up the pill furnace!"

Rong Ye said aggrieved: "I just want to try adding some Dan Huang..."

"The hands are indeed very clever, this thing is done well," Song Qingshi thought about his professor's attitude towards students, and tried to give positive encouragement. "The most difficult thing for beginners to control alchemy is heat, and the second is time. You use tools to control time. It’s a very good idea to reduce the difficulty, but it is not suitable for long-term use. I think we can find Tiangongfang to customize a batch of timing equipment to assist in alchemy."

Yue Wu laughed and said: "The Lord said that the alchemy workshop should be equipped with timing equipment."

Qing Luan glared at Rong Ye again. Low-level alchemy can use timing devices to control the time. High-end alchemy techniques are unpredictable. Time needs experience to adjust. How can it be rigidly unchanged? If Rong Ye is really clever and keeps going according to this trick, he will never be an alchemist, he can only be an alchemy craftsman.

Rong Ye is young, good-looking and sweet-mouthed. On weekdays, everyone likes to get used to him, and he is used to being a little ignorant.

She must teach this stupid boy a good meal later!

Song Qingshi didn't want to embarrass these pupils. He returned the hourglass to Rong Ye and smiled at him again: "Work hard."

Rong Ye's ears were reddened by him. Before he came to Medicine King Valley, he always heard sister Qingluan say that Medicine King Xianzun was a great figure in the fairy world, and his cultivation base was very powerful, so the understatement made Xie Que's animal life and death without a whole body. However, Qingluan was responsible for the subsequent resettlement. He did not see the true face of Yaowang Xianzun. He thought he was a fierce monk, but he did not expect that his appearance would be so good, and he was not much older than them, and his personality was even more so. Gentle and amiable, not fierce at all when speaking.

Yaowang Xianzun likes Wuhuanxianzong so much, he should be a good man...

I heard that some mortals in the immortal world have gained a lot of resources because they won the favor of the monks, and their status has risen to the sky.

Is this also true of Immortal Chang Wuhuan?

When Rong Ye glanced at Song Qing quietly, he looked at Yue Wuhuan who stood behind him, a little fanciful.

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The author has something to say:

The author is not responsible for the protagonist's small complaints:

Yue Wuhuan: Although he likes to kill people, his personality is crazy, and his belly is full of black water, he is still a well-behaved and gentle little angel.

Song Qingshi: Good men should turn in financial power first, and then talk about other things.