Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi was in a very good mood. When he walked to the corridor, he took Yue Wuhuan's hand and took him to the study briskly.

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, and wanted to withdraw his hand. However, the other party held it too tightly, making him a little unsure of how to do it. Finally, he was dragged into the study, pressed on the bed of Luohan, and lost a lot of information. He turned it over. In a few pages, I found that most of them were study notes made by Song Qingshi, ranging from shallow to deep, mixed with a large number of pharmacy experiment records.

"I want to sort out the drug research ideas and research methods, and hand them to Qingluan." Song Qingshi said happily, "The workload is a bit heavy, can you help me?"

Yue Wuhuan hesitated and said, "Holy Lord, seems to be very optimistic about her?"

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "Wuhuan, in fact, you don't like to be a doctor, and you don't like to treat diseases and save people, do you?"

Yue Wuhuan was silent for a moment, and said: "Yes, I don't like it."

His medical knowledge and alchemy skills were all learned to save one person. He prefers to study toxicology, talismanic, mechanism, swordsmanship and other killing skills.

Song Qingshi asked, "What do you think of Qingluan?"

"She is a smart person, easy to be soft-hearted, and foolish." Yue Wuhuan asked vigilantly, "Holy Lord, you seem to be very interested in her?"

"No, don't get me wrong," Song Qingshi pulled out the information on Penicillium and laughed, "I am only interested in her medical theory, which is a direction I have never thought of before. I used to study pharmacy, and I always rushed to the best With the perfect treatment effect, I have never thought about how to reduce the cost and produce it in mass production."

His world is too simple and he never pays attention to other people's lives. He rarely even treats ordinary patients. Most of the time, he uses poisonous mist to seal the Valley of the Medicine King, staying inside to study the technology, and sells the pill when he is short of money. The patients who can be treated by him are only lucky. Or the case he needs to study, or the local tyrant who came to his door with a large pile of rare medicinal materials.

Yue Wuhuan made several mass-produced low-level drug production lines for him. Now Ye Lin even crying and persuaded him to turn them into Yurong ointment, earning a lot of money, but he always felt that something was missing. .

"On this trip, I saw that the relationship between the master and the disciples of the Chilong Sect is very good, and I feel that Medicine King Valley also needs to be passed on," Song Qingshi coquettishly coquettishly and asked, "Wuhuan, you know how stupid my mouth is. It’s not clear. Only your IQ can figure out what I’m talking about. Will you help me teach Qingluan and the others? Qingluan is the embryo of a good doctor. I am curious about how far her philosophy can be."

Yue Wuhuan knew that he was ashamed of his master and could not do anything to help the world, but he also knew that Yaowanggu could survive in this dark and dirty world without being disturbed by all forces and relying on irreplaceable medical skills. On weekdays, thanking guests behind closed doors, and only selling pills, if an important person is seriously injured or seriously ill, it is not the case that the king of medicine cannot be saved, they will not give face and forcefully seek medical treatment.

God knows what disgusting people are those seeking medical treatment?

He didn't want the Lord to come into contact with these dirty external rubbish.

The more Wuhuan adjusted his breathing, he calmed down and thought for a while, and felt that Song Qingshi's plan was right. From a long-term perspective, it is the best choice to train a few doctors who can do well for Yaowanggu.

Although Qingluan is a mortal, he is very intelligent, and his qualifications can also be built on a pile of pills. She has a soft temper with a strong temperament and is quite resilient, making her very suitable for being a doctor. Moreover, she has many weaknesses, simple mind, easy to control, and will not have any bad influence on the Lord... His tolerance for Qingluan is also higher than that of others, and it is not too dirty.

Seeing that he had been thinking about it for a long time, Song Qingshi cautiously reconfirmed: "Do you think Qingluan is okay?"

Yue Wu laughed: "She's not bad, you can try."

Song Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I hope she can become a good doctor."

"Yeah," Yue Wuhuan looked at the information in his hand, with a very gentle voice, "She will definitely become a good doctor."

Qingluan understands current affairs very well, will be obedient and study hard.

...

The sound transmission bird flew outside the window with a letter from the Emperor Yan Yuan of the Chilong Sect. The letter was filled with mathematics homework done every year. There were thirty sets of papers. She finished it in less than a week. They were some test papers. There are strange water marks on it, and the ink marks are dizzy. It may have been accidentally dripped by drinking water while doing the problem. She also wrote a note thanking Yaowang Xianzun and Wuhuan Xianchang for teaching. The wording was very standard and deep and meaningful, but every word was strong on the back of the paper, and the strokes were a little trembling. Feeling emotional when writing?

"Elementary algebra and geometry are not difficult, right?" Song Qingshi was a little softened, "I consider that she is an eight-year-old child, did not give difficult questions, and... I seem to have only given ten sets of papers?"

"I added a bit of difficulty and quantity to her," Yue Wu laughed softer, just like the most responsible good predecessor, always thinking of others, "Don’t worry, Lord, I’ve seen this child’s ability, she He is very smart, learns fast, and has great potential. There is no need to treat it like an ordinary child. The world of cultivating immortals is cruel and has to work hard at any time. The present comfort and enjoyment are the fatal danger in the future.

Song Qingshi thinks it makes sense...

He checked his homework year after year and found that this child really has the qualifications of a genius to learn hegemony. It was a pity that it was wasted.

Song Qingshi decisively decided: "You make her homework more difficult."

Yue Wu laughed and said, "Okay."

Song Qingshi opened the letter from Emperor Yanyuan Xianjun, and there were still a lot of gratitude words in it, thanking him for his cultivation of the year, and finally Xianjun Yanyuan lamented vaguely that he could not break through the golden core and his body was not as good as the year. The small sect of the Chilong Sect has insufficient background and some delays years of talent.

"I feel ashamed that he wants to ask for something," Song Qingshi thought for a long time, feeling that he had improved on the worldliness of humanity. He handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan and asked for the answer, "Do you want a free medicine?"

Yue Wuhuan watched it for a while and laughed: "He hopes to find a better way out for each year, and wants you to recommend it."

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "Xianyuan Yanyuan likes Nian Nian very much..."

In an instant, he understood that it was precisely because of his love that Immortal King Yanyuan wanted to give each year a better future.

Even if she is reluctant, she must be sent to a better place and fly to a higher sky.

Song Qingshi was silent for a long time.

Yue Wuhuan saw that he was a little entangled, and comforted: "He also knows that this request is quite shameless, so he dare not say it clearly. If you feel unpleasant, just ignore it."

Song Qingshi slowly said, "I can write a letter of recommendation to Mrs. Ling Miao."

Mrs. Ling Miao is also a well-known woman in the fairy world. She has outstanding talents. She was innocent and romantic when she was young. Powerful grievances, love entanglements, quarrels, Song Qingshi was too lazy to listen to Ye Lin's long-winded fairy, only knowing that in the end her beloved daughter was brutally murdered, she broke her love, returned to the fairy road, killed her husband and the whole family, and became the capital of immortal scumbags. A frightened lady.

Xianling Island is rich in resources and has a very good background.

Mrs. Ling pity the girl with tragic fate, and prefer the smart little girl.

She will definitely win her favor every year.

Although Yaowang Xianzun has a bad reputation, he is not a scumbag, and he has never played with emotions, and he has refined such female benevolences as Huanyou Dan and Yurong Gao. There are all female cultivators on Fairy Spirit Island. Everyone has very good comments on him, and I hope that he will develop some beauty secret medicine.

He wrote a letter of recommendation to Mrs. Ling and he should not be called back...

Song Qingshi thought of this, took out a new piece of white paper, straightened the font, racked his brains and began to write a letter, with the homework done last year and the symbolic array drawn to prove her excellent potential.

Seeing that he was struggling to write, Yue Wuhuan took it over to polish him: "Why do these things?"

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "Chaos Theory."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned: "The butterfly wing one?"

"I didn't think about that much," Song Qingshi picked up the written letter and dried the ink marks on it. He looked at the stormy sky outside the window and said softly, "I just want to try sowing seeds and take a look. Just a little butterfly, can it blow up the wind..."

...

The Black Death Butterfly experiment failed time and time again.

Song Qing was thinking about this when he was walking. Sometimes he would stop his chopsticks in the air when he was eating, sinking into the sky.

The less joyful and funny, he knows that he will never give up on the things he is obsessed with, and can only let go of other things, and try his best to assist him in the improvement of this toxin.

At night, the two always sleep together.

Song Qingshi seemed to be addicted to holding him. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found his strange sleeping posture and thought for a long time. Yue Wuhuan thought he was going to return to his bed obediently, but he didn't expect him to break the jar and give up his sleeping posture correction. The more he hugged, the tighter he was, and he woke up in his arms every day.

This situation is not right!

Yue Wuhuan became a little nervous. He tentatively asked, "Master...I heard that you cultivate the ruthless Dao?"

Song Qingshi was stunned and suddenly realized: "That guy told you?"

Yue Wuhuan felt that he was very relaxed and didn't seem to care about this, so he had to ask clearly: "You recently... are Dao Xin okay?"

Song Qingshi's mind woke up, he went against the sky, forcibly protecting Yuan Ying. Recently, he couldn't sleep because of the pain, and he felt more comfortable holding the things he liked. But how can a manly man scream in front of others for such a small matter? ! And he had already figured out how to destroy Yuan Ying, and didn't intend to involve this matter on others.

He was decisive: "Very good."

Yuan Ying is still there, it's good, it can be considered bad if it is ruined.

Yue Wuhuan directly reached in and probed his Nascent Soul with his spiritual thoughts, and confirmed that he was staying in the dantian fortunately. Although there was a sealed flame around, the details were not very real, but there was no sign of collapse. Do not move the heart, it means that there is no emotion, and no desire, which makes him a little confused about what Song Qingshi is doing.

Probably... is it simple clingy?

The Lord is actually very afraid of loneliness, but a little unknowingly, it will show in actions.

He lives out of society, does not understand normal communication, and occasionally becomes a little childish...

Fools have many quirks, and their actions are difficult to understand by ordinary people.

The more Wuhuan is lying on the bed blankly, the more thoughts and the more complicated the thoughts become.

Song Qingshi crawled over and kissed him skillfully: "Good night kiss."

This is what he has to do every morning and evening, and occasionally add some snacks, just like eating him like candy.

The more Wuhuan feels that he has been accustomed to it. From the initial anxiety to the happy waiting now, he becomes more and more relaxed and more natural. It seems to be good to sleep purely with the person you like every day, except that the drug that suppresses desire can't be stopped?

I just think it's weird...