Mistakenly Saving the Villain

If travel is not well arranged, it will be at least unhappy during the trip, and at worst, quarrel and break up.

Song Qingshi was a serious and responsible person and would never allow such a tragedy to happen.

He transferred all the materials related to Nanhai City in the library, read it again, and wrote a letter to Ye Lin, asking him to collect more books on customs, humanities, stories, legends, and geographical knowledge on the way to Nanhai City. In order to become a gold-medal tour guide, the two group members can be served comfortably and can't be faulted.

Yue Wuhuan ordered to massage his left body three times a day for rehabilitation.

Song Qingshi was a good patient. Following the doctor's advice, he was lying on the corridor of the Fuling Palace, holding a well-behaved Xiaobai, basking in the warm sun, receiving a massage, and struggling to write:

If you have a habit of cleanliness, you should pay attention to food hygiene during the journey, and bring your own bedding and tableware.

Anlong likes to make trouble after drinking. It is best to find quiet and no people when drinking, so as not to harm the pond fish.

The more Wuhuan hates being molested, he should pay attention to the eyes of the disciples around him and clear them out in time.

An Long likes to molest beauties. Be careful not to let him go too far. When you discover the situation, keep away from him, so as not to be implicated in the innocent!

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"Oh--" Song Qingshi's arm felt a sharp pain. He turned his head and looked depressed at the Alaska that seemed to be amused, and used violence to grab the less joyful rehabilitation job, and let him fall from the happy paradise. The culprit, complained, "Can't you just lighten it?"

His arms and thighs were pinched for several pieces, and the pain was terribly painful. He wanted to refuse the "love" massage in Alaska, but he was afraid that the two would have conflicts again, and if they counted the new hatred and the old hatred, the less joy he would suffer. I can grit my teeth.

"Don't get cheap and be good," An Long threw down his arms happily, pulled up his legs, and put them on his knees, pinching his toes one by one, his expression was completely different from that of a serious masseur, "I am dignified. Sect master, condescend to give you a massage, you should be happy. Just relying on the harder, gentle and gentle force of the younger brother, when will you get better?"

Song Qingshi frustrated: "I like his gentleness!"

"Really?" An Long paused, then smirked again, and stretched out his hand to scratch the soles of his feet, "Let me try."

Song Qingshi was particularly afraid of itching. He quickly retracted his feet and stopped drinking, "Go away! You are not allowed to press it!"

An Long said sternly: "Look, your left foot is getting stronger, so you still need to focus on the massage, don't be afraid of the pain. I fight a lot and have a lot of experience with this kind of injury. I must be right."

Song Qingshi felt that he was trying to find an excuse to tickle himself, jumped up and fled, refuting: "I am also a doctor, and I know how to do it!"

Yue Wuhuan came over with the boiled medicine, saw the scene before him, took a deep breath, and put down the decoction: "The Lord’s injury has not healed and needs to rest. We will not be in a hurry. It will not hurt to slow down, please don’t Tease him."

Song Qingshi grasped the Yue Wu happily and nodded, it is better to have his own little angel, who knows how to measure and doesn't cause trouble.

Yue Wuhuan took his arm, painfully applied ointment to the bruises on it, and re-massed it with very little force, lest it hurt him.

"Really tolerable." An Long curled his lips, disdainful of his act of pretending to be clever. He originally thought that Song Qingshi had fallen into a coma on this guy's hands, and his body would have been eaten so much that there was no scum left. He didn't expect the two of them. It was innocent. Obviously, the endurance of the lunatic and enchanting is very good, and he does not want to mess around easily. This made his tolerance for this lunatic evildoer once again improved a lot, at least for the time being, he could endure not to kill, just look at the situation before making a decision.

Song Qingshi continued to lie on the ground, taking notes seriously, eloquently spitting out tens of thousands of words.

He really worked hard. He wrote in every detail of every scenic spot in the trip, and prepared for every possible accident. He firmly believed that there is nothing difficult in the world, and he was afraid to study. He even secretly went to the anatomy room to find it. Teacher Da Ti practiced his lines, so as to avoid stumbling on the road.

The two people who wanted to make trouble secretly glanced at the well-written notebook. They were quite moved. They met each other and reached a tacit understanding in private. They decided to save all the hatred for later calculations, endure it first, and try to pretend to be on the road. Come in a harmonious and happy manner, lest this effort be wasted.

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After more than ten days, Song Qingshi's left body finally moved freely. He cleared the remaining poison in Anlong's body, took care of Yue Wuhuan's body, solved Qingluan's Hehuan seal, and entrusted Yaowanggu's affairs. Leave her with an emergency messaging method, and finally packed her luggage, find Yue Wuhuan and received a large amount of pocket money, and happily led the people off.

On weekdays, going out to do business is to take the fairy beast, the speed of the fairy beast is extremely fast, not suitable for watching the scenery along the way. Moreover, the fairy beasts are rare, and only the big sects or high-ranking monks can ride them. If three of them go together, it is easy to attract attention and is not conducive to quiet play.

After consulting the two people, Song Qingshi decided to go on horseback.

This is a common means of transportation for ordinary monks in the fairy world, suitable for low-key travel.

"This stone is Shuanglong Rock," Song Qingshi peeked at the cheat sheet in his sleeve, determined the location of the scenic spot, and worked hard to memorize the explanation. "It is recorded in the "Nanyang Mountain Mythology" by Yunying that the two dragons were personally angry But fighting caused heavy rain from the sky and floods. The Emperor of Heaven sent God Sovereign to the world, cut the Shuanglong and turned it into this stone. You have to watch it carefully and experience it carefully..."

Yue Wuhuan praised without hesitation: "The Lord said it is true, this stone is good for the heavens and the earth, and possesses the shape and spirit, which is quite extraordinary."

After listening to the shameless answer next to him, An Long hurriedly swallowed the phrase "I feel like a broken toad" in his throat. After brewing for a long time, he finally suffocated his conscience and said: "It really looks like a dragon..."

After listening to the compliment, Song Qingshi looked back at the stone with satisfaction, but he looked like a toad from left to right? He quietly glanced at the two people behind him who kept admiring the mighty dragon. He was a bit suspicious of his own eyes, and afraid of being laughed at for his lack of artistic vision, so he didn't dare to say it. He also praised a few good words, and finally made a concluding remark: "What do you understand in this story?"

When An Long was asked, his wolf face was dull: "Huh?"

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while and replied: "The importance of brothers being united and not fighting?"

Song Qingshi was extremely satisfied, and as expected, his little angel understood his intentions best.

An Longsheng looked at the sky impetently. He suddenly remembered a certain time in the world shaped by phantom Gu, he angrily transformed Gu worms, forcibly distorted many dream settings, and even changed the personal settings in Song Qing. He even coaxed him to get him, but in the end he was still asked countless social ethics and physical hygiene questions on the bed, and the whole person was almost dying...

He is too difficult...

Although he hates the less joy, but he also has to admire his extraordinary endurance...

He can't do it like that with closed eyes...

"An Long, what are you thinking about?" Song Qingshi saw that he wasn't paying attention to the lecture, so he called back, ready to explain the next place, but when he saw the scenery in front of him, he was stunned. "Huh? This was not like this before, why? changed?"

Yue Wuhuan followed his gaze and found that the mountain was a majestic temple with carved beams and paintings on the walls, magnificent and magnificent, the incense inside was flourishing, and the door was a street selling all kinds of incense candles and food, believing men and women, merchants and hawkers came. Often, the excitement is extraordinary.

He asked curiously: "Is there anything wrong with this temple?"

Song Qingshi was confused and said: "I remember this was a broken mountain temple before, and no one came."

Yue Wu laughed and said, "When did the Lord come?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "I lived in this ruined temple for a while when I built the foundation. It happened more than 800 years ago."

"For so many years, it should have changed." Yue Wuhuan knows that he does not ask about world affairs and has no idea about changes in the outside world. He smiled and turned off the topic, wondering, "Why does the Lord live in the ruined temple?" It is a place where you can stay, and the price is not expensive, even if it is a foundation building monk, you don't have to worry about finding a place to stay in the town.

Song Qingshi realized that he had been stupid, and said he was embarrassed: "I found a seriously ill child at the time. It was not convenient to live in the town, so I could only stay where there was no one."

The more Wuhuan, the more puzzled: "Why?"

Song Qingshi explained: "That kid is a half-devil who has been discarded."

Yue Wuhuan immediately understood.

In the immortal world, the lowest rank is mortal, but the most hated are the demons. The demons are creatures bred by evil thoughts in the endless land. Most of them are extremely strange in appearance. They do not understand human feelings. Only the desire for killing and greed can set off a **** storm wherever he goes.

Occasionally there will be women whose demons occupy humans, and the children born are half demons.

The semi-devil looks have some characteristics of the demon race. When they grow up, most of them will gradually be dominated by evil thoughts and turn into complete demons.

In the fairy world, half demons are taboo children, and everyone hates them.

An Long glanced at him and sneered: "I just love to be nosy, not afraid to save a white-eyed wolf?"

Song Qingshi earnestly explained: "The child has three kinds of poisons in his body, the toxicity conflicts, the whole body is ulcerated, and the condition is very complicated..."

He actually knew that saving half the devil was not good, but seeing that the child was still struggling in the mud with only one breath, and wanted to live, he couldn't help but carry him back. He didn't dare to let others see it. Hidden in a ruined temple deep in the mountains, it took two full years to get the child cured.

Later, he wanted to send this child to the Compassion Xianzun of Wanfazong to practice. The Compassion Xianzun was a half-devil, but he restrained the demonic nature in his body with his benevolence. He was highly respected and respected by everyone. He did not dislike half-devil children, and was willing to take in and raise them. Under his influence, these children almost maintained their human nature and never did evil.

However, the child ran away soon after arriving.

He stumbled and told the past to the more Wuhuan listened, and the more Wuhuan listened very seriously. He remembered that the Merciful Immortal had fallen for the sake of protecting the world in the battle of enchanting demons three hundred years ago. It is respectable and sigh. Most of the apprentices were killed and injured. Even Jin Fei's beast, he dare not disrespect him when he mentions his name.

Song Qingshi sighed: "Fortunately, the kid didn't go, otherwise it would be too dangerous."

Although he did not directly participate in the war, he has treated many wounded who retreated. Knowing that the battle is going to be tragic, he feels guilty.

An Long sneered without giving face, "Is this filthy thing worthy of your attention?"

"That was my first seriously ill patient. I treated it very seriously for two years." Song Qingshi thought of the past and was particularly unhappy. "But at that time... I didn't know how to talk to people, and I always said what I wanted to say. If he doesn’t come out, he doesn’t express his meaning, he is very indifferent to him, and he takes care of him badly, so he hates me, so let’s leave without saying goodbye."

The more Wuhuan comforted him: "Maybe it's just bad nature."

An Long taught him: "This is called a devilish nature and it is hard to change."

"He's not that bad, it's my fault," Song Qingshi said guilty. "When I was refining medicine and researching, I always forgot about things around me, and I also forgot about food. There was no meal, and I often hungry my children. I went to dig out the birds and catch the fish myself. Later, he ate the red snake fruit I collected..."

The less Huanjiu doubts: "Zhu Snake Fruit is the result of three hundred years. It looks very beautiful and has a highly poisonous kind?"

"Yes," Song Qingshi couldn't help holding his forehead, and he couldn't bear to look back. "I was terrified at the time and the situation was urgent, so I used violent treatment, almost tossing the child for half his life, and then I didn't dare to keep the child. , I'm afraid to survive..."

The more he talked, the more frustrated he became. He had no experience at the time and made many mistakes, which caused the patient to suffer a lot.

It is a pity that his communication barriers were much more serious than now, and he couldn't express anything.

An Long refused to give affection, and seriously laughed: "I remember when I first met you, you talked more like a fool than now!"

Song Qingshi was so angry that he burned him: "It's too much!"

An Long repeatedly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, you can slip your words now, and you don't stubbornly endorse."

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The less joyful he was thinking, he felt what tail he had caught.

The author has something to say:

Yue Wuhuan: I think there is a problem with the Lord’s taste, but I will help him cover it...

Song Qingshi: I think Wuhuan’s taste is okay, and it’s definitely right to vote with him...

Anlong:? ? ? (I feel like a fool)