Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi passed through the explosion.

When he exploded, he received a strange system task: to destroy the most evil villain in the world of immortality, the mouth and mouth of the immortal summit.

What is the text in the garbled code? He is a science student, and his reading comprehension is not very good. He can't understand...

Song Qingshi lay on the ground covered in blood, stunned for a long time.

He vaguely remembered that it was his own operating error that caused the system to explode. Although he doesn't remember what he did, high-dimensional things are too fragile, right? Are all systems easy to explode?

In short, the resurrection is a good thing, and the topics that you won't be able to do will be saved for later.

Song Qingshi moved his fingers with difficulty, feeling pain all over his body, his ribs seemed to be broken, his abdomen was injured, and there were many injuries caused by the explosion. His head was also very painful, and it was filled with messy memory fragments. For a while, he felt that he was a medical student Song Qingshi who was suffering from frostbite, and for a while he felt that he was a doctor in the world of Xiuxian Song Qingshi. After a while, he felt that he might be a medical student. The powerful boss of the founding school?

There is still a vague red shadow in the corner of the memory. When I think about it, my heart is sweet, and I still want to cry. What is it?

Is it Chixia Buddha Fruit?

The fruit randomly appeared in the world, sometimes it was too sweet and greasy, and sometimes it was too astringent to cry.

Song Qingshi thought about it seriously, and it didn't feel like an object, but more like a person or a thing. He calmly analyzed the status quo, and once again put the topic that felt very important, but could not be done, to the back. The first topic to be done was-how to live.

He searched and sorted out all kinds of useful materials in his memory, but the healing pills in the mustard bag were gone. He was too badly injured to perform fine movements, his dantian was damaged, and his spiritual power was not running smoothly. No treatment is available.

Suddenly, it rained in the sky, and it was cold and uncomfortable to hit the body.

Song Qingshi was so painful that he wanted to cry, but he resisted it and struggled to crawl to the side, but all the bones in his body were injured. He crawled desperately for a long time, but he didn't crawl far. In the end, he lost too much blood and his consciousness gradually fell into blur...

In a daze, for some time, a blue umbrella appeared above his head, and someone was poking him in the face with a branch:

"Hello? Hello? Are you dead?"

Song Qingshi wanted to ask for help but couldn't speak, and only let out a weak neigh: "Woo..."

The man sighed, put down the umbrella in his hand, and stuffed an unknown medicine into his mouth.

Song Qingshi felt dizzy, and then didn't know anything.

...

When Song Qingshi woke up again, he found that he was lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a soft quilt. The wounds on his body were simply treated. There was a burst of medicine from the crock on the small red clay stove next to him, smelling the smell. It seems that it is deer bone flower, moon vine, red mingsha and trumpet creeper? They are all medicinal materials for nourishing qi and blood and helping wounds to recover.

He was lost in thought.

The door opened, and a young man in Tsing Yi came in with a crane-billed pot and was a little surprised when he saw him wake up: "I was saved? Miracle!"

"Wound suture is wrong, knotting method is wrong, that place on the leg... you are stitched crooked, and that is where the joint moves, you'd better use a strong thread, otherwise it will break," Song Qingshi looked at the mess. Medical mistakes, look at the crane-billed pot filled with medicine in his hand, fearing that he would forcibly feed the medicine, hurriedly said, "Yueteng is a thing that regulates the endocrine and nourishes blood and nourishes the qi during confinement. It is not suitable for men to take. Mingsha is very hot and can not be used on severely injured patients because it will bleed heavily..."

He didn't die because the pot of medicine hadn't been poured yet.

"I have no experience in treating a disease for the first time. You have lost too much blood. It is no different from confinement. I want to make up for it." The boy was blushing because of the words. He hurriedly put the crane mouth pot down and patted it. I slapped my sleeves, pretended nothing happened, then thought for a while, and educateed, "What are you afraid of? Even if something goes wrong in the treatment process, I still saved you with brilliant medical skills!"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "What is the medicine you fed?"

Juvenile said: "Eight Treasure Heart Protection Pill."

Song Qingshi continued to look at him with an expression that didn't know what to say.

The teenager surrendered: "Okay, okay, I admit that my medical skills are not good, and I fail every exam. This medicine saved you."

The Eight Treasure Heart Protection Pill protected his heart and repaired part of it. He rested in bed for a long time and felt that he had recovered part of his physical strength. So he asked the boy for two painkillers and anesthetics. Suture the wound, and then ask the teenager to remove the moon vine and chiming sand in the prescription, change it to moon herb, and boil it over a low fire.

The young man’s name is Song Jincheng, with sword eyebrows and stars. He is bright and sunny. He is about sixteen or seventeen years old. He looks very simple and has some silly words. Without Song Qingshi’s question, he nagged and told his origin. Fan: "I think you know a little bit about medicine? Do you know Yaowanggu? It is the largest medical school in the world of Xiuxian, where many powerful doctors come from, such as Pu Yixian, Luo Yixian..."

Song Qingshi thought for a long time and was at a loss: "Isn't Medicine King Valley very small?"

He also seems to have a Medicine King Valley in his memory, but it was poor, small and broken, completely different from what Song Jincheng described. He didn't know any Pu Yixian, Luo Yixian... Maybe he was a leader in the industry who was better than his own medical skills? If you have the chance to meet, you must worship it.

"Are you from the countryside?" Song Jincheng was surprised, "The King of Medicine Valley is super big! Because there are no restrictions on qualifications, age and gender, only IQ, many mortals and immortals will apply for the exam, hundreds of thousands of people. Grabbing hundreds of apprenticeship positions, those who can pass the exam are super smart geniuses."

Song Qingshi was stunned.

This is the top medical school in the world of immortality? The legendary school dominates heaven? He doesn't want to do the task anymore, he wants to study!

He thought for a while happily, and suddenly found a suspicious point: "Are you also a doctor of Yaowanggu?"

If the students taught by the medical school are all at this level, it feels unworthy of its name...

"Where I was born, my parents are both doctors of Yaowanggu, so I have been in it since I was a child..." Song Jincheng's face blushed again, he tried to divert the subject and flaunted, "My grandma is amazing, you know Mrs. Qingluan? A legendary pharmacist in the world of cultivating immortals! She popularized the medical skills to the entire world, benefited mortals, and recruited disciples. Then, step by step, she built the Medicine King Valley into its current appearance. She is a wonderful woman who has lived through the ages." So he is Those who go through the back door learn for three generations and don't have to take an exam.

Song Qingshi praised: "It's really amazing."

He always felt that Qingluan was not an old grandmother, but a little girl who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside?

Song Jincheng chattered: "My grandfather is Song Minghong, a golden pill sword immortal who was cultivated as a mortal... I heard that there is a very powerful master on it. His surname is Song, so my grandfather followed his surname Song. It’s said that Master Song is in retreat for thousands of years, maybe he is gone... Anyway, Gu Zhong is not allowed to discuss this matter."

Song Qingshi's memory became more chaotic as he listened, and his headache was splitting.

Song Jincheng found him uncomfortable, and asked concerned: "What's the matter?"

Song Qingshi said gravely: "I seem to have amnesia."

Song Jincheng looked at him like a fool for a long time, and asked vigilantly: "Aren't you thinking about relying on the treatment fee?"

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "The treatment fee?"

"You have to pay for medical treatment!" Song Jincheng jumped three feet high. He saw that the guy who fell on the ground was wearing a very expensive robe, like a brother from a wealthy family, so he wouldn't be unable to pay for medical expenses. He gritted his teeth and used that expensive Eight Treasure Heart Protection Pill. It was a birthday gift from his mother. It is said to be made with a precious formula handed down by Master Song. The materials are also very precious. The entire Medicine King Valley is not much. He settled quickly, "That medicine is very expensive, you have to give me 800 top-grade spirit stones."

Song Qingshi expressed his understanding. He went to find the spirit stone in the mustard bag. After turning over it for a long time, he found more than 20 spirit stones.

Song Jincheng stared at him tightly.

Song Qingshi also blushed: "I seem to be very poor. I was raised by others."

Song Jincheng asked: "Who is so kind?"

"I can't remember." Song Qingshi's red fuzzy shadow reappeared in his mind. He endured his headache and said, "I feel like a person who likes it very much. He often gives me pocket money and buys a lot of good things."

"I understand," Song Jincheng affirmed, "This person is your father!"

Song Qingshi's whole person was dumbfounded: "Is that so?"

"Of course," Song Jincheng analyzed confidently, "Even if you lose your memory, you have to think about it? Who in the world would treat you nicely for no reason? Give you money for nothing? Only your father and your mother can do it. This kind of thing!"

Song Qingshi thought about his life before crossing, and he felt that his analysis made a lot of sense!

Song Jincheng said generously: "You have a phoenix blood hung on your neck, which is very valuable, and you also installed a soul circle. I think it is because you look too stupid. Your father hung it up because you were afraid of you losing it. Forget it. Follow me and don’t run around. After some days, your father may come to you, and let him settle all the accounts.”

Song Qingshi nodded frantically.

Song Jincheng hurriedly fixed the medicine and brought it to him. Song Qingshi took a sip and found that there were a lot of errors in the ratio of adjuvants in it. Fortunately, the effect was not big. He felt that the child had not completed his studies and should not be qualified to be a teacher, so he tentatively asked. Song Jincheng replied shyly that he had failed the exam in seven subjects and five subjects. He was afraid of being beaten and sneaked out to explore the world. He wanted to go to Tianwumen to find his friends to play.

Song Qingshi almost choked to death by the medicine, and felt pity for Madam Qingluan in his heart. How could she give birth to such a scumbag offspring?

With a cold face, he took a good look at this triumphant truant scum, rubbed his confused brain, and felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to drag this guy back to Yaowanggu, strengthen his study, and do thousands of hard work. Zhang Juanzi, let him learn to be diligent and able to make up for the clumsiness, the stupid bird will fly first, and become an excellent doctor...

Is this kind of thinking too much?

Song Qingshi took a deep breath and tried to control his desire to supervise the scumbag to study. He made sure that the wounds were treated and the injuries were slowly recovering. Then he remembered the strange system task and decided to ask this young man who seemed to know a lot of messy knowledge.

Song Jincheng panicked when he heard the words "Top of the Immortal". He covered Song Qingshi's mouth and watched vigilantly for anything unusual around him. Then he reprimanded the fool: "Even if you have amnesia, you can't talk nonsense! That place is. Can you mention it? If you say that guy's name, you will be killed..."

Song Qingshi struggled: "Woo, what's the name?"

"It's the name on that mountain that can't be mentioned," Song Jincheng confirmed that there was nothing wrong with him, and let go. "When I was a child, my mother told me about the dark history of the world of immortality, killing the sect, and blood flowing into rivers. It was very terrifying. Everyone trembles when it comes to mentioning the history. Although there has been nothing in the past few hundred years...but you must not be curious about that place, and don't be interested, hundreds of lives are not enough to die!

Song Qingshi wanted to know what that name was, but he didn't dare to ask.

Song Jincheng saw his entanglement and smiled: "No one knows what his name is now."

Song Qingshi concluded: "He is great?"

Song Jincheng whispered: "It is said that there is only a silver lining to the ascent."

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded, he calculated how much the gap between the Brother Zhuji and the soaring boss is... I feel that the system is to let the kindergarten children hold toy knives to single out the heavily armed special forces! He also calculated how many years it would take him to cultivate the Nascent Soul, how many years would it take to cultivate until he was distracted or out of his body, and then calculated the probability of completing the task...

Forget it, the task is too difficult, put it aside for 10,000 years, and let him talk about it when he cultivates until he reaches his body.

He wants to go to school first, reading is more fragrant!

...

The top of the immortal, on the throne of the temple.

Shenjun suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt the soul breath of Phoenix blood.

The author has something to say: Song·Poor Xueba·Qingshi: He waited happily for my father to redeem me with money.

Yue·Wealthy Dad·Wuhuan:? ? ? ? ? ?

Song Jincheng, a super scumbag who brought the principal and dean into the ditch by his own efforts.