Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The red-dressed beauty lightly opened her vermilion lips and blew the emerald flute. The flute sound was full of lingering affection, softly touching her heart, as if she was inviting all listeners to join the red curtain and share the wind and moon.

Song Qingshi's mother is an internationally renowned pianist. Under her influence, music has become Song Qingshi's only hobby outside of school. In the last days of Song Qingshi's life, all body functions were lost, but his consciousness was extremely clear.

His mother invested heavily in installing top-notch audio equipment in his ward to keep playing music. She also asked top musicians in various fields to give him a small concert every day.

Music rescued him from the brink of despair and soothed his heart. During this special time, Song Qingshi was particularly sensitive to the emotions in music. He could hear the player's tenderness in the passionate piano music, and he could also find the hidden encouragement in the sad and sad guzheng music...

Now, he heard the familiar struggle and despair in the lingering and affectionate sound of the flute.

Song Qingshi finally raised his head, staring at the brilliant phoenix in a daze, and could no longer look away.

When Jin Feizhen discovered that Song Qing finally became interested in beauty, he was overjoyed and said: "Song Xianzun is interested in this slave? His name is Yue Wuhuan, Meigu Tiancheng, or a rare single-spirit root of the best wood system. The bed is extremely resistant to toss. The more you toss, the more you stray, and those who have tried it have never boasted. Xianzun wants to taste it first?"

Song Qingshi's ears were reddened by his explicit recommendation, he quickly retracted his gaze, and said dumbly: "No need."

"Yaowang Xianzun is clean and self-conscious. If you don't love these things, don't force yourself, friends," Lingbao Xianzun came over, pointing to Yue Wuhuan and exclaimed, "I remember this is the best product sold by Xie Que? This fairy world is still him. The best to raise beautiful people, one is more tasteful than the other. Alas, it’s still a good friend who has a good relationship with him. Any kind of good stuff will be sold to you first."

Jin Feizhen waved his hand and said, "Where is he, he has a good relationship with the Thirty-Hu Shark Renzhu."

Lingbao Xianzun laughed: "If the world can use money to talk about friendship, friends will be the most affectionate people in the world. Come and come, let me drink three cups with my friends, and celebrate Fengyue together."

Jin Feizhen also laughed, and ordered the young man in his arms to fill a glass of wine and drink with Lingbao Xianzun.

Lingbao Xianzun had already drunk a lot and was slightly drunk. He leaned against the table and listened to the flute, and exclaimed: "The deity remembers that when this beauty first entered the door, he was reluctant to accompany guests under the control of Hehuan Yin. It looks very interesting, but now it has become so promiscuous, and it has changed a different flavor. It can be seen that friends are clever."

Jin Feizhen shook his head: "It's a pity that this beauty won't cry no matter how much she tossed about. She was born without tears, and after all she lost a bit of fun.

Song Qingshi heard the professional question and couldn't help answering: "Being born without tears may be a problem with the lacrimal secretion system."

Jin Feizhi was sluggish for a while. He held the heart of his friendship with Song Qingshi, but he couldn't catch up with his medical obsession, so he laughed awkwardly and turned the topic off: "Don't look at this beauty wave. Jian is also a golden and jade prince. When he was eight years old, Xie Que found that he had excellent aptitude when he was searching for beauty in the mortal world. He showed his supernatural powers and presented the emperor with a pill for prolonging life. The emperor Lao'er was so happy that he happily handed his son over to the immortal chief. That Xie Que was also a wonderful person. He would accept mortals with spiritual roots as disciples, and coax them to trust them. Tricked to sign the spiritual contract of voluntary slavery, and then taught the shallow exercises, branded the acacia seal when the appearance was at its peak, and always set the color at the most suitable time for picking, and then sold it to the brothel flower shop, special bed Serve in the room.

Although everyone knew that he was taking advantage of the loopholes, they all closed one eye and acquiesced to this method of trafficking in slaves. "

Yanshou Dan can only be taken once to extend life to one hundred years old.

The monks can live at least three hundred years old as long as they build the foundation. They don't need this tasteless thing at all. Most of them are bought for mortal servants. The price is very cheap. They only need two low-grade spirit stones. Such huge profits have kept the monks in the slave trade endless, but none of them have been able to raise them well.

Song Qingshi was surprised to find in his memory that the original body had seen Xie Que.

That spring, the original body was studying Xindanfang behind closed doors. Xie Que came to seek medical treatment with a comatose child. The child was a mortal, about eleven or twelve years old, with a rare pure-yang physique and a wood-based spiritual root. Moreover, when he reached the third level, his talents were different, and he was even better than the waste material descendants of some immortal families. Xie Que said that it was his new apprentice who had been recruited for more than three years. When he ran to the mountains to practice, he was bitten by a grimace snake. Grimace snakes are not extremely poisonous, but they will make the poisoned person’s face appear colorful and look like a grimace.

The original body was originally not to cure a mortal, but Xie cried out in tears, saying that he was his most important apprentice, and he was willing to pay a high price to save him. The original body was in a good mood at the time, and he was upset by crying. The ghost face snake poison was also easy to detoxify. Finally, he let go. The Order Medicine Servant rewarded him with two detoxification pills and ordered him not to cry anymore.

Xie Que stayed in front of the apprentice’s bed and took care of it for three days. The apprentice woke up from a coma, his body was no longer in serious trouble, but it took time for the ghost marks on his face to disappear. Wang Gu stayed for half a month, and waited until his apprentice's face recovered.

During that period, the peach blossoms in the medicine garden bloomed just like a red brocade in the sky. When the original body refining alchemy encounters problems, he often sits up high and looks at the peach blossoms and thinks. Every time, the original body would see a small figure under the peach blossom practicing swordsmanship. He practiced in the morning, at noon, and at night, as if it had become a landscape of symbiosis with peach blossoms.

Mortals cultivate immortals like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, with great difficulties and dangers, and few successful ones.

Xie Que was always by his side, with a worried expression on his face. He was afraid that the sword would let go or that he would be exhausted. The two quarreled several times over this. Yuan's body and mind came out on a whim, and he heard the child say to Xie Que: "Master, although mortals are not as good as immortals, my father taught me to pay for my diligence and make up for my weaknesses with diligence, so I have to work harder and never A waste of time."

"What you said makes sense," Xie Que tried to persuade him with a bitter face, "Your injury is not healed, I am afraid you have hurt your body. And... why do I have to practice sword? Entertaining Taoism, wouldn’t it be better for you to learn some flute, piano or something?"

"Master taught me to use music to enter the Tao is very good," the child scratched his head embarrassedly, "but I like swords, I want to be like Mo Yuan Jianzun. Master, rest assured, I'm familiar with the songs you taught me. I've practiced better than the senior brothers and sisters, and I definitely didn't delay my practice."

Xie Que had no choice but to say: "I will find you the right ice silk gloves later, you must wear them when you practice swords. You must soak your hands with potion at night to make your hands soft, and there must be no calluses, so as not to miss the subsequent practice. ."

The child cheered and was excited: "Master, you are so kind."

"Don't get hurt," Xie Que knocked on his forehead lightly and complained, "You naughty ghost, but the master is terrified. From now on, stay in the martial arts and practice, and you are not allowed to go to the back mountain. Practice all night to avoid breaking your eyes."

The children responded one by one.

Xie Que leaned over, rubbed his head gently, and sighed: "You don't know how much Master values ​​you..."

"I know," the child raised his head and said seriously: "I know that the immortal world looks down on mortals to cultivate immortals, and even looks down on the master who only accepts mortals as disciples. I don't want to shame the master, so I must cultivate into a golden pill to everyone Prove that Master’s vision is right!"

Xie Que looked at his face quietly, his eyes dull and difficult to distinguish.

The child pulled Xie Que's sleeves, turned his eyes, and said embarrassedly: "Wuhuan likes Master the most!"

Xie Que stretched out his fingertips, stroked the child's colorful face, looked carefully, and finally stopped reluctantly on the small red mole under his left eye, which was dazzlingly beautiful. He was silent for a long time, showing a very kind smile: "Master also likes you the most."

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