Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi slept soundly. When he woke up, it was midnight. He found himself pillowed on the knee of Mr. Yue who claimed to be acquainted. He was a little embarrassed. His lips were slightly red and swollen for some reason. He quickly wiped the corners of his mouth to check if there was any Slobber.

Fortunately, such embarrassment did not happen...

The injury of his body was mostly healed by the powerful effect of the Tenth Rank Golden Marrow Pill. He tried to get up, moved his body, and found that the wound medicine on his body had also been replaced with a better elixir, with pain-relieving ingredients. Let the unbearable pain disappear, leaving only a faint itch.

When Mr. Yue saw him waking up, he opened his sleepy eyes.

Song Qingshi smiled gratefully at him, and then found Song Jincheng kneeling in the corner of the wall, thinking about it. Although it is not easy to intervene in the education of apprentices by other people, he and this child are predestined and it is difficult to leave it alone.

When he was thinking about it in his heart, Mr. Yue took his mustard bag and poured a lot of spirit stones into it. Song Qingshi was shocked and quickly stopped: "I have already received the precious pill. I can't ask for it anymore. These ones."

After all, it's not a real father, nor a godfather, how can he collect so many spirit stones?

"These were originally yours," Mr. Yue was afraid that he would have another mess of thoughts, handed him a token engraved with gorgeous phoenix patterns, and explained, "You once put some spirit stones in my place, I will manage it for you. It’s been a long time, and now it’s a great harvest. You can show your tokens at Yaowanggu and all shops with this mark, and you can withdraw funds at will. There is no upper limit."

Song Qingshi took the token and asked in surprise: "How much money do I have?"

Mr. Yue thought about the power of the top of the immortal. After he eradicated those filthy sects, he confiscated both the industry and wealth. If left alone, it would lead to disorder in the world and the growth of darkness. He allocated some energy and slowly formulated new rules to re-operate the industry.

For example, auction houses do not allow human trafficking, stolen goods, improve the social status of craftsmen and other professionals, especially doctors, prohibit slave trading, formulate employment contracts, increase penalties for raising furnaces, killing people, and stealing treasures... There are also many harsh rules, such as not allowing any dirty **** in public places...

The monks couldn’t accept such rules and quarreled for hundreds of years, but as the heads of the rebels and violators were hung out one by one, the hard bones became the lamp of the immortal pinnacle, and gradually the voice of rebellion became weaker, and new people were born. The monks were born from generation to generation, and the rules became habits.

Although the darkness cannot disappear completely, at least they dare not breed in the sun, no one dares to blatantly touch the horrible existence of the immortal pinnacle.

Nowadays, the industry of Immortal Summit is spread all over the world. Every year, various schools and towns will also pay tribute to the gods and specialties of various treasures and specialties. It has become the rule...

Mr. Yue hasn’t counted how much money he has and how much things he has in the treasury for a long time, but as long as Song Qingshi is willing to accept it, he can give it all, but he also knows that Song Qingshi has high self-esteem and hates to cause trouble, so he needs to find a proper reason. Point to him.

He deliberately said: "You once invested more than two million spiritual stones in the most difficult time of Yaowanggu. Now it has become tens of millions. I have invested in other industries for you. Now it is growing every year. I will be late. Here is your account book."

He went back and asked his subordinates to make a fake account, changing the tricks to stuff money, leaving tens of millions in inexhaustible.

Song Qingshi was a child of a rich family before he crossed the path. Although silly and sweet, he knew a little about shopping malls. He had never seen a matter of hacking his brains and making false accounts to send money to the other party. What is the picture?

So, is this true?

He made a successful venture during his amnesia?

Don't worry about research funding in this life?

Song Qingshi was happy to be a dog. He wanted to make a few laps on the ground. He yelled twice. He quickly listed a lot of medicinal materials that he wanted to buy but couldn't afford. He wanted to kiss his God of Wealth and kiss him.

He took Mr. Yue and asked, "What else did I do when I lost my memory?"

Mr. Yue smiled and said: "You taught me to raise white mice. I am raising them very well now. There are many kinds of special mice. If you come back to Yaowanggu with me, I will give you...gifts."

There was a ambiguity between him.

Song Qingshi could not hear clearly, but he found doubts: "Special mice need to be raised for a long time before they have the opportunity to improve various species... How long have we known each other?"

He felt that he had lost more memories than he thought. .

Mr. Yue smiled and said: "We have only been together for more than ten years, but we have been apart for thousands of years. I stayed in a narrow world and didn't know what you experienced..."

Song Qingshi was stunned. The length of this amnesia was far beyond his imagination. How could his body in this world fail to shut down and cause the soul of another world to pass through?

Thinking of this, he fell into a daze again, wondering why he could naturally merge the memories of the two bodies into a brand new self, without a feeling of rejection...because he looks too alike?

The system exploded and he couldn't ask the answer.

"Uncle Master is joking," Song Jincheng couldn't help but said, "Who has cultivated for so long to build the foundation?" He was so wasteful, and he succeeded in building the foundation at the age of eighteen, and the foundation-building monk can only live for three hundred years, Qing Mrs. Luan used exotic treasures to prolong her life. She died at the age of 500 and was buried in the Valley of the King of Medicine. Minghong Sword Immortal cultivated the golden core and lived in a house in front of the tomb of her beloved wife, guarding the Valley of the King of Medicine for thousands of years. Now the male repairmen of Yaowanggu like to ask their sisters to express their feelings there. It is a famous scenic spot.

Mr. Yue felt that his punishment was not heavy enough, and smiled gently: "Qing Shi was injured and became this cultivation level. There are many similar examples in the medical books you have studied... Obviously you didn't remember all of them. Here, when I return to the valley tomorrow, I will go to the back mountain to ban my feet, and then I can come out after memorizing the 180 volumes of basic medical books left by Qingluan."

Song Jincheng's face turned blue, he didn't want his grandmother, and... he really wanted to go to Tianwumen to find friends. So he knelt and climbed in front of Mr. Yue, crying and bargaining: "Uncle Shi, let me go to Tianwumen to take a look, and then I will go to ban the foot after watching..."

The smile at the corner of Mr. Yue's mouth became softer.

Song Qingshi looked at Mr. Yue, and felt that the child was in a dangerous situation inexplicably. He bit the bullet and tried to rescue him: "Do you have a reason to go to Tianwumen?"

Song Jincheng sobbed, "I suspect that something has happened to Ayu, and I want to see..."

Ayu's name is Yu Wenyu, the son of Tianwumen elders. He was born weak. When he was a child, he had been ill for a few years. Song Jincheng took him up the mountain to dig out bird eggs, caught tortoises in the water, and taught him to climb the wall to skip classes. He became a very good friend. .

Yuwenyu left Yaowanggu after his bones improved, and he kept writing letters every month. However, in the past three months, he had not received any news from Yu Wenyu, and he couldn't let it go. Taking advantage of failing the exam, he decided to escape to Tianwumen to see the situation. When he met Song Qing on the road, he was delayed...

"Maybe he is practicing in retreat," Song Qingshi rubbed his forehead, trying to say that it is normal for friends to be busy for several years and ignore people for decades, and feel that he has made big mistakes in friendship, and feels a little unconfident. "You ask. His elders?"

Song Jincheng tweaked: "His father hates me and forbids me to approach Ah Yu. We are secretly dealing with each other."

Mr. Yue said: "Tianwumen was a disciple for a while. He should have gone to the Yuanming Secret Realm..." He stopped his voice suddenly, remembering some unusual changes in Tianwumen recently, and the frequent appearance of monsters, maybe someone should be sent there. Check out one or two.

"Maybe it's injured, I'm afraid you are worried," Song Qingshi thought of the best of both worlds, "I'll go to Tianwumen for you to see." He remembered that there were metallic grasses, blades and blades in the secret realm of Yuanming in the book. So sharp, although it is not very useful, but the attributes are special, he has always wanted to take some for research.

Song Jincheng was very moved: "Brother, you are loyal enough, brother didn't save you in vain."

Mr. Yue smashed the corner of the table.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my age," Song Jincheng quickly admitted his mistake, and said in a good manner, "You are my brother in Qing Dynasty."

Mr. Yue reminded: "In the Qing Dynasty, the seniority is much older than you."

Song Jincheng frowned, rethinking the title.

Song Qingshi looked at his expression, feeling bad, he quickly stopped: "Don't call me grandpa!"

Half of his soul is still a lush and tender college student, and he can't bear the taste of being called a grandfather by someone who looks like his age.

"I am not from Yaowanggu. Even if I re-enter the exam, I will still be a classmate. I can't afford such a seniority." Song Qingshi seriously considered the future. "I think we should divide the seniority based on cultivation level, not age."

Song Jincheng looked at Mr. Yue pitifully: "Uncle Master..."

When Mr. Yue heard this name, his chest was tight again.

He decided to go back and retreat this incarnation, and change his age to accompany Song Qingshi to grow up again, so as not to be regarded as an ancestor and it is difficult to start.

Song Qingshi happily decided on his own journey to Tianwumen, and discussed with Song Jincheng how to meet Yu Wenyu and listen to the situation.

The entrance exam for Yaowanggu is still three years away, and now it takes months to prepare for special recruitment.

Song Qingshi was reluctant to go to school through the back door.

Mr. Yue would not give up when he knew what he had decided. Now is not the time to take people back. However, the new incarnation needs some time to prepare. He is afraid that Song Qingshi does not understand the status quo of the immortal world and suffers a disadvantage. After hesitating again and again, he decided to follow his wishes and allowed Song Jincheng to accompany him to Tianwumen.

Song Jincheng is not good at learning, he waits on his teacher, and is very careful to guess his mind. He suspects that Song Qingshi is not Mr. Yue's godson, but an illegitimate child. He swears now to treat Song Qingshi as filial piety to his ancestor.

He happily blessed: "Brother Qingshi, you are so kind, I am not jealous that you have a goddess."

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "I hope I can meet her on the road."

Mr. Yue is wary: "Goddess?"

"Qing Shi was looking for a girl, but it was a pity that I lost my memory and couldn't remember the name and appearance." Song Jincheng got permission and the whole person came alive. He saw that his uncle was interested in the future daughter-in-law, so he quickly praised Song Qingshi's sweetheart. A pass, so as not to be able to pass the elders in the future, "A girl who is gentle and virtuous, beautiful and lovely, lively and cheerful, kind-hearted and innocent, considerate and filial, and also good at cooking."

Song Qingshi was embarrassed and said, "She has a weaker body and needs conditioning..."

Mr. Yue forcefully suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and asked: "You are...no, do you like such a girl?"

He knows that many monks don't care about men and women, but he never thought about it...

Song Qingshi thought about his heartfelt feelings for that book, and said with certainty: "Like it, I will find her."

Mr. Yue asked gently: "What if she doesn't like you? Will you treat her well?"

"It's okay," Song Qingshi's eyes were all firm, and he vowed, "As long as I can find her, I will give her all the good things, try to treat her well, and try to make her like me."

He will do everything he can to earnestly pursue the people he likes.

Mr. Yue understood his mind and smiled and blessed: "You will find her."

Although the role of this task is seriously beyond his expectations.

But it's not difficult...

He thought about using this appearance to do shameless things, and the scene when Song Qingshi was crying in bed, felt... quite interesting...

Mr. Yue greedily looked at the simple delicacy, his frantic desire made his lips dry...

Patience, now is not the time to be exposed.

He will implement the plan well.

He wants to regain everything.