Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Xueba ran to the examination room, but the test paper disappeared...

Song Qingshi was hit by an unprecedented blow, he wandered around a few times without giving up, he was sure he couldn't find anyone, and his mind was extremely chaotic.Judging from the character of Fu Donglai described in the original book, Qu Yurong should be indescribable now, is his mission a failure?

He tried to ask Sword Master Mo Yuan what to do...

Sword Master Mo Yuan's magic circle is much better than the unreliable system teacher, and the answer automatically pops up: the choice fails, and he quits the mission directly.

It's just a magic circle, not the real world, and it's no fun being a poor, ugly dumb.

Song Qingshi wanted to quit and go to receive the consolation prize, but thinking of the young man in the room who had inextricably related to Feng Jun, he felt that something was wrong all over his body, and he couldn't make the decision to give up.He went to the store to buy some rice, noodles and food, and walked heavily towards the house, wanting to see Wuhuan again, get him something to eat, and then think about what to do in the future...

Wuhuan sat on the bed with her clothes on, dipped her fingers in water, and practiced stroke by stroke on the wooden board where the handwriting was carved.Hearing the familiar footsteps outside the door, he quickly picked up the wooden board and handed it over happily: "You are back, come and take a look, am I right?"

The 14-year-old boy faded away the calculations and scheming in the darkness, revealing his true appearance.

He successfully left hell, ready to start a new life, and had a new plan in his mind.

Song Qingshi looked at the wooden board hesitantly. Every character was written crookedly and the strokes were correct, but the position could not be seen clearly.He couldn't say words of praise, so he took Wuhuan's hand, put it on his head, and nodded vigorously like a puppy, expressing his great agreement, very much in agreement.

"You're so funny," Wu Huan was amused by him, rubbed her dry long hair, retracted her hand, and asked embarrassedly, "If... I learn these words, can I understand what you say?"

Song Qingshi was stunned.

"You are so kind," Wu Huan cherished the writing on the wooden board, then lowered her head, brushed her long black hair to cover her burning ears, and said softly, "No one has ever been so kind to me before. ..."

He is a useless blind man who can't think of anything to repay the other party.

"I have nowhere to go, can you keep me?" Wu Huan asked cautiously, "Although I can't see, I'm smart and life won't trouble you. I can cook and clean up. I will also work hard to learn words and figure out what you mean. I can be your voice and speak for you..."

These things are not repayments at all, they are just a drag on the other party.

Wuhuan blushed with shame, a little glad that she couldn't see the other person's expression.

He felt like a drowning person, clutching a piece of passing driftwood tightly, trying to struggle to get out, knowing that this piece of driftwood was so weak that it might not be able to bear his own weight, and he still couldn't let go. Feeling ashamed for my despicableness...

Wuhuan's head drooped lower and lower, almost buried in the quilt.

Song Qingshi's eyes were a little foggy, he couldn't think anymore, Fengjun in his mind overlapped with Wuhuan in front of him, he felt that in his lost memory, he had seen Wuhuan more miserable and helpless than now , As long as you think about it a little bit, your heart will ache.No matter what the task of Sword Master Mo Yuan is, whether it is an illusion or a memory, he doesn't care at all, as long as the person in front of him is Wu Huan and Feng Jun's past is enough.

After the heart made a decision, it immediately relaxed.

Song Qingshi felt comfortable all over.

He wiped away his tears, sat beside Wu Huan's bed, touched those beautiful eyes, and promised him with his mouth seriously: Don't be afraid, I won't leave, I will heal your eyes, Heal your body, heal your heart, no matter how hard it is, I will never give up...

"I seem to hear your answer, in my heart." Wu Huan tightly grasped those gentle hands, put them next to her ears, and carefully felt the sound of their hearts beating. This is a joy that cannot be expressed in words. , for a long time, finally red eyes, "Thank you, I am so happy."

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they took the wooden board and knife again and began to teach characters.

Wu Huan sniffed the clean scent of medicine on his body, and moved over to him.

Song Qingshi held his hand and wrote strokes on the wooden board again and again. Every time he taught a new character, he took utensils or gestured with his hands and made all kinds of strange movements to make him guess what the word was. It is always necessary to guess wrong countless times, and go in many ridiculous directions to guess the correct answer.

For example, he found a blue stone, trying to make Wu Huan understand that his name is: Qingshi, Qingshi, Qingshi...

After touching it for a long time, Wu Huan understood: "Your name is Shishi."

Song Qingshi: "..."

Two heads together, laughing constantly, even the humblest house is the most comfortable nest.

……

If he lost the test paper in the examination room, he would hang on to it. Maybe someday the test paper would fly back?

Song Qingshi decided not to give up, and stayed by Wuhuan's side until Sword Master Mo Yuan announced the failure of the mission and kicked him out of the circle.Although the world of cultivating immortals is very big, maybe he was lucky enough to meet Qu Yurong?When the time comes, bring him back, re-wash his brain, heal his mind, and get rid of Stockholm syndrome. If you don't get [-] points, you can get [-] points. If you fail, you will hug the teacher's thigh again to see if you can make up the exam.

A happy day counts as a day, a happy year counts as a year...

Song Qingshi thought about it, and he was no longer restrained in doing things. He put all his energy on Wu Huan, collected herbs and boiled them every day, rehabilitated massage, and cleaned and washed.It was the first time that Wu Huan was served by him to relieve himself on the bed, and he misunderstood something strange again, his face flushed, he pulled his pants and refused to take off, it took him a long time to understand what the other party meant, and the wiping body behind him also obeyed.

He didn't dare to resist, and treated him obediently, only hoping to get rid of the shameful state of being unable to move on the bed as soon as possible.

Fortunately, Wu Huan is a wood-type spiritual root, and the wound recovery effect is excellent. With the help of various elixir, he lay in bed for about a month, learned more than 200 characters, and was able to go to the ground with a cane and practice walking. up.He quickly figured out the layout of the house, and after a few times of groping, he learned to tidy up and tidy up.

The pressure on Song Qingshi's shoulders eased a lot.

His ability to cook is very poor, he can only cook porridge and noodles in clear soup, trying to stew a chicken soup can produce a strange taste, dark, full of five flavors, almost made Wu Huan vomit, so he dared to drink it As a result, there was a problem with gastrointestinal digestion, and I took several doses of medicine.

Song Qingshi was so guilty that he vowed to learn to cook well.

Wu Huan finally knew why he was so thin, and persuaded him to study cooking with deadly words, and then cooked in person, felt the temperature of the steam with his hands, memorized the seasoning arrangement, studied it several times, and used the method of stewing to cook. He made many kinds of porridge and soup, and also figured out how to steam rice and steamed buns. He fed Song Qingshi every day like a duck.

After Song Qingshi confirmed that he had no problem with housework, he put his mind on collecting herbs and alchemy and cultivation. He didn't care about money and quality of life before, but now he can't just make do with it if he wants to raise Wuhuan a beautiful woman.

He used the existing materials to refine a lot of commonly used elixirs to sell. Unfortunately, he can speak and is not a profiteer. Now he can't speak, and he has been tricked into helplessness. In addition, the quality of the elixir is good, and I was lucky enough to receive one or two orders, and I still saved a few spirit stones.

The materials for the Xuantian Taiming Pill are not available in small places. The Tianxiang Building focused on Qu Yurong, but they also searched for Wuhuan for more than half a month. Although they couldn't find anyone, they thought Wuhuan died or After being kidnapped, he gave up the search.They had better take this opportunity to run away, lest there be any accidents, Tianxianglou would find Wuhuan's trace.

Song and Qing used gestures and words to communicate with Wu Huan in a simple way.

Wu Huan's face has recovered, although the body has not yet grown up, it is already attractive, like a seductive treasure, Song Qingshi has been thinking about it for a long time, he made a special plaster, spread it on Wu Huan's body, and put him His face, hands and feet were all yellow and black, and only four parts of his original color remained.This kind of plaster must be washed off with a special lotion. Although long-term use will cause a little damage to the skin and it will become rough, but Wu Huan doesn't care about it, and after stopping the medicine, it will come back after a period of time.

Song Qingshi felt that it wasn't ugly enough, so he made some burn scars and pasted them on his cheeks to cover the mole of tears, and then dressed him in bloated rags to cover his beautiful figure, put on old curtains, and watched Like a country bumpkin.As for himself, he hasn't taken care of his body yet, and his appearance is ugly enough that he doesn't need to disguise himself.

He sold everything that could be sold, bought a small mustard bag, put the pill furnace in it, and then went to a blacksmith to order a tiger brace for traveling medicine, intending to earn living expenses by treating diseases.The blacksmith looked at the drawings for a long time, and then took out a tiger brace that had been ordered by someone before but did not come to pick it up, and sold it to him cheaply.

When Song Qingshi got the tiger support, he was stunned.

Its shape and size are very similar to Sword Master Mo Yuan's Tiger Brace, but it is brand new and bright, and there are no complicated formations and characters.

Probably... the standard of tiger braces is almost the same?

Song Qingshi rang the bell to make sure the sound was loud, so he didn't think much about it.

He simply packed up his things, shook the tiger brace with one hand, and led Wuhuan with the other, and embarked on a journey.They walked through ancient villages and towns, through the streets and alleys. Most of the patients encountered by the traveling doctor were from poor families. He was in charge of treating the patients, and Wu Huan was in charge of communicating with the patients. , I asked him to help teach Wuhuan to recognize dozens of characters, and when I met a carpenter, I asked him to carve two books for free.

They met a lot of interesting people, a lot of interesting things, but also a lot of trouble and danger.

Spring goes and winter comes, cold comes and summer goes.

Wuhuan finally succeeded in building the foundation.

He suddenly looked back, time flies, ten years have passed...

The boy's stature has become taller, his gentleness is still the same, and the fragrance of the medicine is still the same.

They rang the bell, walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, broke through dragon pools and tiger dens, and saw the prosperity of the world.

But, no matter where you go, where you go, what you encounter...

The hand that held him tightly and never let go.