Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The beauty in red opened her vermilion lips and blew the emerald jade flute. The sound of the flute was full of lingering affection, and she picked her heart softly, as if inviting all listeners to enter the red curtain and enjoy the wind and moon together.

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

His mother paid a lot of money to install top-notch audio equipment in his ward to play music non-stop, and also invited top music performers in various fields to give him a small concert every day.

Music brought him back from the brink of despair and soothed his heart.During this special time, Song Qingshi was particularly sensitive to the emotions in the music. He could hear the tenderness of the performers in the passionate piano music, and he could find the hidden encouragement in the sad and sad Guzheng music...

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

Song Qingshi finally raised his head, staring blankly at the phoenix in vermilion splendor, unable to look away.

Jin Feizhi discovered that Song Qingshi had finally become interested in beauties, and said happily, "Song Xianzun is interested in this slave? The more unrestrained you are, the more you have tried it, the more you have tried it. Would you like to try it first?"

Song Qingshi's ears were reddened by his explicit recommendation, he quickly looked away, and said in a hoarse voice, "No need."

"The Immortal King of Medicine is clean and self-conscious. If you don't like these things, don't force yourself," Lingbao Immortal came over, pointed at Yue Wuhuan and sighed, "I remember that this is the best product sold by Xie Que, right? This fairy world is still his He is the best at raising beauties, and each one is more delicious than the other. Alas, it is better to have a good relationship with him, and he will sell you any good things first."

Jin Feichen waved his hand and said, "Where is it, he is on good terms with Thirty Dendrobium Meren Pearl."

Lingbao Xianzun laughed loudly: "If money can be used to talk about friendship in the world, good friends are the most friendly people in the world. Come, come, let me drink three cups with my good friends and celebrate the wind and moon together."

Jin Feizhi also laughed, and ordered the young man in his arms to fill his glass with wine, and drink with the Lingbao Immortal.

Lingbao Xianzun had already drank a lot, slightly drunk, leaning on the table to listen to the sound of the flute, and sighed: "I remember that when this beauty first entered the door, she was reluctant to accompany guests under the control of Hehuan Yin. It sounds very interesting, but now it has become so unrestrained, and it has a different flavor, which shows that my friend is clever."

Jin Feizhen shook his head: "It's a pity that this beauty can't cry no matter how much she struggles. She is born without tears, so it's a bit less fun after all."

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

Jin Feizhi was dazed for a long while. He had a friendly heart with Song Qingshi, but he really couldn't catch up with his thoughts of treating idiots, so he had to laugh a few times in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "Don't look at this beauty wave. Jian is also a prince of gold and jade. At the age of eight, Xie Que discovered that his aptitude was excellent when he was looking for beauty in the mortal world, so he showed supernatural powers, and gave the emperor a longevity pill, boasting that his son has spiritual roots, and wanted to accept him as an apprentice. Then The old emperor was so happy that he handed over his son to the elder. Xie Que was also a wonderful person. He would formally accept mortals with spiritual roots as apprentices, coaxing them to trust him, and then Lie to sign a contract of voluntary slavery, and then teach superficial exercises, and when they grow to their fullest appearance, they will be branded with the acacia seal, and the color will always be set at the most suitable time for picking, and then sold to the brothel flower shop, which specializes in beds. Serving in the room.

Although everyone knew that he was taking advantage of loopholes, they all turned a blind eye and acquiesced to this method of slave trading. "

Yanshou Dan can only be taken once, and can prolong life to a hundred years old.

As long as a monk builds a foundation, he can live at least three hundred years. There is no need for this tasteless thing. Most of them are bought for mortal servants. The price is very cheap, as long as two low-grade spirit stones.Such huge profits made the monks who traded slaves endless, but none of them were able to support themselves well.

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

In the spring of that year, the original body was studying the new prescription behind closed doors. Xie Que brought an unconscious child to seek medical treatment. The child was a mortal, about eleven or twelve years old, with a rare pure yang constitution and a wood-type spiritual root. Moreover, after practicing Qi to the third level, his talent is different, which is actually better than some useless descendants of some immortal families.Xie Que said that his new apprentice who had been recruited for more than three years was bitten by a grimace snake when he went to practice in the mountains.Grimace snake is not extremely poisonous, but it will make the face of the poisoned person appear in various colors, resembling grimaces.

Originally, the original body could not cure mortals, but Xie Que begged tearfully, saying that he was his most important apprentice and was willing to pay a high price to save him.Yuanzheng was in a good mood at the time, but he was crying too much, and it was easy to cure the ghost-faced snake's poison, so he finally let go, ordered the medicine servant to reward him with two detoxification pills, and ordered him not to cry anymore.

Xie Que stood in front of his apprentice's bed and took care of him for three days. The apprentice woke up from a coma and his body was fine, but the ghost marks on his face would take time to fade away. Wang Gu waited for half a month, waiting for his apprentice to recover before he was willing to leave.

During those days, the peach blossoms in the medicine garden were in full bloom, like red brocade all over the sky.When encountering difficulties in alchemy, the original body would often sit on a high place, looking at the peach blossoms and thinking.Every time, Yuanshen would see a small figure practicing sword under the peach blossoms. He practiced in the morning, at noon, and at night, as if he had become a scene of coexistence with the peach blossoms.

Ordinary people's cultivation of immortality is like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate. There are many difficulties and dangers, and there are very few successful ones.

Xie Que was always by his side, with a worried face, either he was afraid of letting go of the sword or he was afraid of being exhausted, the two even argued several times over this.On a whim, Yuanyuan sent out his divine thoughts to investigate, and heard the child say to Xie Que: "Master, although the bones of mortals are not as good as immortals, but the father taught me that heaven rewards hard work, and hard work can make up for one's weakness, so I have to redouble my efforts. Waste of time."

"You're right," Xie Que tried to persuade with a bitter face, "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, I'm afraid you'll hurt your body. And... why do you have to practice swords? My Yanshan sect disciples are all Le enters the Tao, wouldn't it be better if you learn some flute, qin or something?"

"Master taught me to enter the Tao with music." The child scratched his head embarrassingly, "but I like swords, and I want to be like Master Sword Master Mo Yuan. Don't worry, Master, I know all the tunes you taught me. He practiced better than his brothers and sisters, and he definitely did not delay his practice."

Xie Que had no choice but to say: "I will find you a pair of ice cream gloves later, you must wear them when you practice swords, and soak your hands with water at night to make them soft, and there must be no calluses, so as not to miss the next practice .”

The child cheered and jumped excitedly: "Master, you are so kind."

"Don't get hurt," Xie Que patted his forehead lightly, and complained, "You naughty ghost, you scared the master. From now on, stay in the sect to practice obediently, and you are not allowed to play in the back mountain; you are not allowed to spend days like this Practice all night, so as not to burn your eyes."

The children responded one by one.

Xie Que leaned over, gently rubbed his head, 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 fairy world looks down on mortals cultivating immortals, and even looks down on the master who only accepts mortals as apprentices. I don't want to embarrass the master, so I must cultivate into a golden core and show it to everyone. It proves that Master's vision is correct!"

Xie Que looked at his face quietly, his eyes were dark and hard to distinguish.

The child pulled Xie Que's sleeve, turned his gaze, and said embarrassedly: "Wu Huan likes Master the most!"

Xie Que stretched out his fingertips, caressed the child's face full of mottled marks, carefully looked at it, and finally reluctantly stopped on the small red mole under the left eye, which was so beautiful and dazzling.He was silent for a long time, showing a very kind smile: "Master also likes you the most."

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