Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan felt that he had lost his helmet and armor and was defeated. He lowered his head embarrassedly, not dare to face the clear sight.

Since Song Qingshi took him in and gave him favor, his reputation in certain respects has been ruined.

He was just out of the valley, and before he made the name of a madman, his fame was too high. Everyone regarded him as a joke. They would ask Yao Wang Xianzun what tricks he likes in bed, and what kind of posture he used to satisfy the weird ancestor? Even the courageous think that Yaowang Xianzun is easy to be confused by the bedclothes, and wants to try sending beautiful slaves to Yaowanggu to change the pill... He is completely crazy, after showing his fangs, everyone is afraid, these rumors gradually calmed down, at least No one dared to say these things in front of him.

Every time I think of this clean person far away from the world, he is dragged into the filthy world and stained.

The more Wuhuan is very sad.

He also thought about breaking the jar, indulging the love in his heart, and letting go of these rumors. He is good at all kinds of seduce and temptation methods, knows how to make people get bliss between the bedclothes, and wants the Lord to taste the taste of desire. It is a very simple thing to do without his body.

But, no...

These methods will make him unable to distinguish the difference between the present and the past, and eventually stain the feelings with disgusting color.

After experiencing those incidents, he was extremely resistant to feuding in his heart, feeling that Chenghuan was the greatest shame in the world. Therefore, he can't stubbornly let the one he likes stubbornly, and let the person he likes bear the things he feels ashamed? What's the difference between this and En Jiang Qiubao?

Absolutely, no...

He couldn't accept such despicableness, and he wished to kill himself that he couldn't control in his dreams. Every time he releases his desires, his mind will become blank, and he seems to see the satiated appearance of those beasts, the teenagers who are in pain, and the shameless self, and then he wakes up in bursts of nausea.

He never dared to touch the bed anymore, he was afraid of the desire of the body...

Is there such a useless lover in the world?

The master is still ruthless...

The more unhappy the more you think, the more desperate you are.

Last night, it was the feelings leaked from his flute that evoked the Lord's mind and had the sweetest kiss. He can no longer indulge himself, he is not worthy of such a pure feeling, and will only push the other party into the abyss of pain.

"Wuhuan?" Song Qingshi saw him silent, and asked again, "What are your thoughts?"

I love you, please don't love me...

Yue Wuhuan made up his mind, slowly raised his head and smiled. He lifted up the long hair that fell to his ears, the beautiful phoenix eyes bloomed with attractive colors, and then he stretched out his fingers and slid through Song Qingshi's teasingly. Face, with the most casual attitude, speaking in shameless language: "Thinking? My body belongs to the Lord. I will do whatever you want me to do..."

Song Qingshi was completely stiff.

Yue Wuhuan saw his stiffness, his index finger gently painted on his lips, stained with breath, and then he took it back, touched his lips, and smiled sweeter: "Could it be that the Lord is Caring about what happened last night? The Lord is so cute. Isn't it common to have **** after drinking?"

The memory of the fragments after drinking is a little confused and some are lost.

Song Qingshi generally remembered that he took the initiative first. He tried hard to recall: "I kissed you forcibly, and then..."

Suddenly, a moist and sweet kiss fell on his lips again.

Song Qingshi looked at Yue Wuhuan incredulously, his voice was interrupted, and his mind went blank.

"Is it such a strong kiss?" Yue Wu Huan left his lips with a smile, licked the corner of his mouth, and said ambiguously, "If the Lord likes it, you can taste it every day. This is not a big deal, Wu Huan If you like this kind of game, you can have more."

Song Qingshi was originally not good at words, and he was even more speechless in this situation.

He stood up in a panic, kept opening his mouth and shutting up, trying to explain, and finally only uttered a few syllables: "I, I don't, it's not..."

Yue Wuhuan immediately regained his abstinence, and said indifferently: "It seems that I have misunderstood."

He twisted love into desire, and misunderstood kissing into a game.

Song Qingshi panicked completely. He had no experience and couldn't tell the difference between the two, but he didn't like the things Yue Wuhuan said, and he didn't want to become that kind of relationship.

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly, and asked, "Holy Lord, what are your thoughts?"

Song Qingshi understood, he lowered his head: "I won't drink in the future, and I won't do such foolish things to you again."

Yue Wuhuan asked again: "Holy Lord, what do you think Wuhuan is?"

Song Qingshi whispered: "It's a master and apprentice, it's a friend..."

Yue Wuhuan knew that he had succeeded. He altered this budding feeling and re-blocked it into the never-seeable underground.

He apologized softly: "I'm sorry, I was the one who was presumptuous."

Song Qingshi shook his head: "It's okay, you can be presumptuous."

The more Wuhuan was stunned.

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want in my heart."

"Don't just make such a promise," Yue Wuhuan was a little flustered when he was seen, he avoided the line of sight that peeked into his heart, "I am not what you expected."

Song Qingshi asked: "What is the real you like?"

Yue Wuhuan closed his mouth.

Chaos, madness, evil, paranoia, dirty...

Unscrupulous, greedy and terrible, even if it is unreachable feelings, it must be monopolized...

The more Wuhuan feels that there are more and more things in his brain, more and more chaotic, and his thinking is starting to be out of control and more and more strange.

He got up in a panic while he was still a bit sensible, just made an excuse, and fled in embarrassment.

Song Qingshi sat alone in the room. After a long time, he said softly: "I like what you look like."

...

The two of them had gone through all these messes, and there was no mood to play.

The poison of Gu worm on Yue Wuhuan’s body is better to go back to Medicine King Valley to take care of it carefully, so he was forced to lie in bed to rest, ate the love noodles made by Song Qingshi, and then watched Song Qingshi busy packing their luggage. Purchasing medicinal materials, and then going to the fairy beast gate to book a magic ship, ready to return to the Valley of the King of Medicine

The noodles made by the Lord seem to have a stable taste, and they are exactly the same every time...

Yue Wuhuan drank the noodle soup and looked at the account book. He felt that the price of Aconitum can be reduced by 20% in the past.

Song Qingshi was full of pride, saying that he was good at taking care of others and was able to live independently. He was not a waste material who would know nothing without a universal secretary.

Yue Wuhuan swallowed the words back immediately and smiled: "The Lord has done a very good job."

Song Qingshi showed the spoils: "I also bought small gifts for everyone."

The merchants in Nanhai City were so good at selling. After recognizing him as a monk, they told him that he needed to bring gifts back to the school when he traveled.

Song Qingshi thinks it makes sense...

He seldom went out before and had no disciples. In order to get his asylum, the villages near Yaowanggu voluntarily became a pharmacy. The medicine servants were also selected and sent by themselves. The stewards were also elected by themselves. No one dares anyway. It's a chance to provoke the medicine king Xianzun and let him do whatever he wants. He has the medicine servant to pay his salary, and he has also rewarded the medicinal pill, and piled up several foundation-building monks.

Song Qingshi felt pretty good. The Medicine King Valley was cleaned everywhere. Although the medicine servants were afraid of him, they were honest and obedient.

The more Wuhuan took care of things, he realized that the management of medicine servants was very chaotic. The stewards privately embezzled wages, fights, abused lynchings, and secretly sold medicinal herbs... and the less joyful they were to use account books, rational methods, and tactfully let them go. Song Qingshi recognized the poverty of Yaowanggu, and finally knew that no ancestor of Yuan Ying had lived for so many years like him before accumulating so much wealth.

Song Qingshi was severely hit...

After waking up, he was taken care of by Yue Wuhuan in all directions, and he didn't worry about anything.

He secretly introspected, and decided to reform himself...

Yue Wuhuan has trained many apprentices in Wanggu. As the owner of the valley, he always wants to bring some gifts to everyone when he travels.

Song Qingshi was afraid that his thinking was wrong, so he secretly asked Yue Wuhuan. After getting a positive answer, he accepted the promotion with confidence and happily bought a lot of pastries made of flowers, porcelain dolls and puppets, and called the merchant to the inn. Let Yue Wuhuan choose some good-looking fabrics and ordinary gems, some of which he kept for himself, and some of them to be distributed to everyone.

He also went to the pastry shop to toss in the kitchen after a meeting, studied several dim sum methods, and prepared to go back to make Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan saw him busy, not thinking about the bad things, and relaxed a little.

Song Qing rushed over happily, holding a colorful beauty kite and handing it to him: "Is this beautiful? You put it away."

Yue Wuhuan now understands his thoughts: "The Luoying flower on the top of Xinyi Mountain is about to bloom. Will the Lord accompany me to fly the kite?"

Song Qingshi Huanxi: "Wuhuan also likes to fly kites?" He had seen people flying kites before, which seemed very interesting.

"I like it," Yue Wuhuan took the kite with a smile, and looked at the rough pattern on it. "This is not delicate enough. Give it to Qingluan and the others. I will make you a better one with a whistle. Flying in the sky will make bird calls. I haven't made these little things for a long time, maybe some handcraft..."

Song Qingshi nodded earnestly: "Don't worry, if it fails, I will take it up with Yufeng! Take it with you."

Yue Wuhuan thought about the scene where he wanted to put the kite into the sky with the Lord, and laughed hard.

Song Qingshi didn't quite understand what he was laughing at, but it was always good to be happy, so he also laughed.

The two tossed for most of the day, and finally finished handling all kinds of things. With a large amount of luggage, they boarded the French boat and flew home.

...

In Yaowanggu, Qingluan received the message that they were coming back, cleaned and cleaned, and was ready to welcome them.

Song Qingshi didn't like to pay attention to these kind of gifts. He dragged Yue Wuhuan to his research room and treated the injury again, confirming that the toxin was weakened and suppressed, and most of the pain disappeared before he was relieved. Then he went to the treasury to find the pill of the stable Yuan Ying in his collection, and ate them all.

Yuan Ying was full of cracks, forcibly locked with Han Yujue, to prevent the speed of collapse.

After confirming that his doctor was disqualified, he could finally face his Dao Xin.

Sure enough, there is no shortcut to the road in the world. The ruthless path is easier to focus on cultivation than other paths, but it also has to take greater risks. He didn't want to consider how other ruthless Taoist monks dealt with this situation, but for him, this was just a wrong question.

His feelings were once a barren blank space, and it was the gorgeous bird that drew colors in it.

The collapse of Dao Xin represents sentiment.

He understands the taste of liking, which is very good.

Song Qingshi touched his lips lightly, very happy. Since he left the mountains and embarked on the road of spiritual practice, he has actually had no goals. Cultivation seems to be a simple matter for him, and he has hardly encountered any bottlenecks, so he does not quite understand the mental state of ordinary monks fighting for life with the heavens, struggling with each other.

He spent most of his time in reading and researching, and spent year after year, day after day in a muddle-headed manner, occasionally meeting some passers-by, but he couldn't carve too many traces in his heart...

When he recovered, there was nothing beside him except the white clouds in the sky.

Such a life has no meaning.

He thought about the reason very seriously and confirmed that it was his own problem. His heart is not the same as others. It is like made of stone. It is hard to feel sad and happy. He also envied the love of others, but he couldn't move his heart. Whether it's a man or a woman, whether it's a beauty or an ugly person, no matter how tall or short or thin, no matter how good or bad the character is... he doesn't feel it at all.

Yue Wuhuan, like the most dazzling color, directly tore his heart open and moved in, letting him find that he can feel it...

He is willing to do everything for this feeling.

He doesn't quite understand what Yue Wuhuan thinks about himself, but he doesn't care about these. Being able to like someone is the greatest happiness in itself. It is a gift to him. Even if you give everything, there is no result, and life is no longer boring and boring.

Song Qingshi happily poked his Yuan Ying: "Don't be afraid, we will see you again."

The pain of Dao Xin is a feeling of happiness and a new beginning.

He will correct his mistakes and move on to the right path.

Medical students have big hearts and don't panic.

It hasn't been terrible for the mouse to destroy the road and rebuild the whole army. After all, when the mouse was destroyed, he couldn't find the problem.

Now I just learn the familiar courses again and take the exam again.

Song Qingshi took out pen and paper and sorted out the knowledge points...

Building the foundation is to expand the Dantian, lay the foundation, and then condense the golden core, and the golden core will be transformed into the primordial infant.

Destroying the Dao means the Nascent Infant is broken, the golden core is destroyed, and the cultivation base falls back to the foundation.

This test is not difficult at all. The cultivation resources he has now are a hundred times more than that of the previous year. He is also the number one pharmacist in the fairy world. He can refine the pill to assist upgrades by himself, make the spirit gathering talisman array, and set up the defensive poison array. If you are familiar with things you know, you won’t go around in circles, and you can save a lot of time. After destroying the Dao, block the news, stay in seclusion for a period of time, control the faint fire in the body, then throw away the research, concentrate on practicing, and spend 20 to 30 years returning to the golden core. Self-preservation is basically no problem, and it will take another two to three hundred years to repair. At Yuan Ying, change to a more suitable Dao Xin and slowly return to Dzogchen.

Not urgent……

He also has to deal with clean things.

Therefore, first use Hanyu Jue to suppress the rate of Yuan Ying’s collapse, and cooperate with the pill and treatment to delay the destruction of the Dao. Bishuisan should be refined quickly, and then added medicated bath and acupuncture...If you are lucky, it should last two to three years.

Yue Wuhuan has already taken over all the external affairs of Yaowanggu, alchemy and medicine do not require much spiritual power, and profound fire and quiet fire are still there. He often stays in the house for decades without going out and will not be noticed. Look again. See if you can find immortal methods like "Swallowing Sea Jue" and "Spirit Absorbing Magic Skill", and pass these fast-abandoned spiritual powers to Yue Wuhuan, don't waste it, and it is best to directly upgrade to the golden core and increase the king of medicine. The safety of the valley.

After Song Qingshi confirmed that he was correct, he poked his Yuan Ying again, and exhorted: "You should be more vigorous and hold on for a while."

What worries him most is that he doesn't know how to tell Yue Wuhuan...

The ruthless Dao Xin is destroyed, and it is embarrassing in every way. If you are investigated for how Dao Xin was destroyed, it will be even more embarrassing. It is easy to be misunderstood and want to pass the responsibility to the other party. The more Wuhuan is obedient to him, it is very likely Because of this, he will be forced to accept his unwilling feelings. This is something he doesn't want to see. What's the difference between those garbage scumbags who look for girls with a knife and say you don't love me and then die for you to see?

The more Wuhuan has a serious shadow in his heart, it is difficult to accept feelings, if forcibly touching the restricted area, there will be a stress response.

He fully understands the opponent's refusal, and understands the reason for the refusal. It's not easy to continue to stalker, right? What if the more Wuhuan knows about this and feels guilty, and the more serious the psychological problem? It’s best to find individual excuses, such as losing in a fight, getting out of practice, or being destroyed by Dao Xin...

He doesn't know how to lie, and it is easy to be dismissed. The more Wuhuan he is, he is very smart, and he is afraid that he will not get through.

There is no way to hide this...

Song Qingshi sat on the floor of the treasure house and thought for a long, long time in distress.