Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Almost all the disciples of the Red Dragon Sect went to kneel in the ancestral hall, and the palms of Niannian were slapped red by the master, and they cried so much.

Disharmonious words were all burned, strict education, correct learning attitude, and re-correct the three views.

Song Qingshi was very satisfied with Yan Yuan Xianjun's handling. He asked Yue Wuhuan to give Niannian a complete set of mathematics textbooks. After that, he asked Transsion Bird to send her exercise books every now and then. Go further on the road of runes,

Xianjun Yan Yuan was overjoyed, thank you again and again.

Sister Lan and the others also expressed that they would definitely help Yao Wang Xianzun to supervise the children to study well and not condone nonsense anymore.

Nian Nian cried even harder, Master was right, the gentle appearance is an illusion, Yao Wang Xianzun is a vicious man, she no longer fantasizes about marrying such a brother when she grows up, it's too scary!Brother Yue Wuhuan is better, with a gentle temperament and a friendly smile. He also helped her persuade the master not to be impatient, saying that children should learn slowly and don't be in such a hurry. He will choose simple textbooks carefully and make her life happier.

She thought it would be better to marry a brother like Yue Wuhuan when she grew up.

Song Qingshi checked the body of Xianjun Yan Yuan, and after confirming that there was no serious problem, he prepared to leave with Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan was a little worried: "We're leaving, what about Brother An? He said he was greedy for alcohol, but he didn't show up in town. Where did he go?"

"Probably went to do something bad," Song Qingshi said with a smile, "it's okay, he's not a child, and he's good at tracking spells. If he needs to find us, he will naturally find a way to find us. He has always acted erratically, and occasionally he would be halfway through his actions in the past." , The situation of running without seeing anyone is very annoying, I usually leave him and act on my own... Don't worry, he will send a letter for help when something happens."

Yue Wuhuan felt a little regretful, so he could only give up.

The two rode to Nanhai City. Nanhai City is like spring all the year round, and the flowers are in full bloom. The flower festival has already begun, and the whole city has turned into a kingdom of flowers. For the delicious food, young girls and teenagers will arrange flowers on their temples, laughing and laughing, and even old women in their [-]s and [-]s can't help pinning a few small white fragrant flowers on their chests.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, they had never participated in flower festivals, so it was quite new.

He quietly looked at the cheat sheet in his sleeve, confirmed the answer, and prepared to explain customs and customs to Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wu laughed and interrupted his recitation: "My lord, I have been here before."

"When were you?" Song Qingshi understood as soon as the words came out. His memory was full of Yue Wuhuan's appearance when he just came to Yaowang Valley. He always forgot that he had been in a coma for ten years. , still stuck in the past time.

What he didn't do well, Yue Wuhuan did it himself, and where he didn't go, Yue Wuhuan had already gone.

He is so stupid.

"I seldom go out," Song Qingshi thought of this, and laughed, "Wuhuan, can you show me around?"

During the Flower Festival, Nanhai City was filled with guests, crowded with people.

In Song and Qing dynasties, it was not easy to use Danhuo to open the way, and it was not good to use poisonous kung fu to injure innocent people. From time to time, he was attracted by the fresh things at the roadside stalls, so he was buried in the crowd again and again, and then dispersed.

It was inconvenient for Yue Wuhuan to use the blood king vine to catch him in the crowd. After thinking and thinking, he endured and endured. When he was caught by a roadside peddler to sell fruit because of his tender face again, he finally reached out and caught him. He took his arm and walked away: "There are too many people, don't get separated."

Song Qingshi took one of the two blue fruits he had just bought and handed it to him, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat it?"

"This is very sour and not tasty." Yue Wuhuan took the fruit, "If you want to taste it, I will marinate it with sugar and give it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Song Qingshi wipe the fruit in his hand, then bit his mouth, before he could stop: "It's very dirty."

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "I don't think it's sour, it's quite delicious."

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly, "It's sour."

Song Qingshi threw away the fruit in his hand and said with a smile, "I'm just kidding, it's really sour."

The sun was approaching mid-heaven, Yue Wuhuan dragged him into a clean teahouse, found a seat by the window, took out the tea set he had prepared, wiped it carefully for a few times, and then threw it away He gave Xiaoer a spirit stone, asked him to fetch some flower petals, cleaned them, and made a pot of scented tea himself, served it with homemade pastries, and handed it to Song Qingshi.

Along the way, whenever he had the opportunity, he would do so.

Song Qingshi knew that he was serious about cleanliness, so he took it obediently.Looking back at the tea guests around, he found that the monks had already quietly turned their eyes away, not daring to look at him, and the couple at the next table left in a hurry.On the contrary, ordinary passers-by who were a little curious saw Yue Wuhuan's beautiful mask, and secretly took a lot of glances.

Originally, An Long was by the side, and everyone was afraid to avoid it. He thought it was normal, after all, Alaska looked very fierce.

Now that An Long is gone, everyone is still avoiding...

Although his Medicine King Immortal Venerable had a fierce reputation, he seldom went out and knew very few people.He took Yue Wuhuan to Lecheng before, and he had never encountered such a scene.It's his first time in South Sea City, and it's even more impossible to leave any traces, so what these people are afraid of is getting more unhappy?

Wu Huan, what did you do?

Song Qingshi's expression became more serious.

Yue Wuhuan looked around, understood his hesitation, and explained with a smile: "Every year for the flower festival, there are marine merchants coming here. At that time, Ye Lin sent me a message that Lan Lingzhi appeared, so I came."

Blue Lingzhi is an elixir useful for repairing limbs, and it is very rare.

Song Qingshi nodded, indicating that he understood that this was the medicine he asked for.

"After I bought Lan Lingzhi with a lot of money, I was targeted by the bad guys," Yue Wuhuan said with a slightly aggrieved expression, "They saw that I was just a foundation-builder cultivator, so they wanted to kill people to seize the treasure. I really had no choice but to kill them." Now, the method may be a bit overdone..." He just followed his plan, set a trap, controlled those bad embryos with puppet incense, and then experimented with the newly developed bone drunken poison. After success, he happily used the blood king The rattan was hung on the city gate, just to deter Xiaoxiao.

That time I did a little too much, was it recognized?

If he had known that the Lord would come here, he would not have played so big, or he would have covered up his true colors better while playing.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it regretfully, and then asked: "My lord, did I do something wrong?"

Song Qingshi said decisively: "You are right, you should deal with bad guys with thunder!"

"Well, I will pay attention in the future," Yue Wu laughed, and changed the topic, "Master, there are many interesting things in the Flower Festival, we stay here, there should be a float passing by in two hours, the beauties in Nanhai City are very famous Every year, the most beautiful girls will be selected to play the role of fairy tales on the floats, and many famous painters will also gather here to paint portraits of beauties. I was in a hurry last time, and I didn’t see the floats, which is quite a pity.”

It's even more regrettable that the damn painter was not found.

Song Qingshi was very curious about the floats, lying on the window sill, looking around to watch the excitement.

He waited for a long time, and finally waited for the float to arrive. On the float were twin sisters, one with the color of a flower, and the other with the state of a sinking fish, wearing a delicate walking crown on his head, wearing a gorgeous feather coat, covered with Jinzhuyuye, who plays the role of the phoenix in mythology, they fly in mid-air on the floats made of flame flowers, and then wave their feather-like water sleeves, dancing gracefully, as beautiful as two real birds.

All the spectators were mesmerized by the sight, and rushed forward desperately, throwing gold beads and spirit stones on the float.

The teahouse that Yue Wuhuan picked was still some distance away from the floats, and the eyes couldn't see it clearly enough.

Song Qingshi quietly released his divine thoughts, controlled the surrounding dragonflies and butterflies, flew towards the float, circled around, looked at everything carefully, and didn't miss anything.

Yue Wuhuan leaned over, seeing him watching so carefully, enduring it again and again, feeling a little unhappy, the Blood King Vine sneaked out from the ground as he wished, wrapped it around his leg silently, and tightened it tightly. , then attached to his ear, and asked in a coquettish tone: "My lord, are they good-looking?"

Song Qingshi turned around and said sincerely: "It's pretty, but not as good-looking as you."

The pair of sisters are all fake phoenixes dressed up, and his family Wuhuan is a real phoenix that does not need to be modified.

Yue Wuhuan happily asked: "Then the Lord doesn't look at them, but only me?"

Song Qingshi looked back at the float, sat down again, and looked at him seriously: "Okay."

Your lord is so obedient...

Everything went according to his heart, and nothing made him sad.

Yue Wuhuan felt uneasy for some reason, always felt that something was wrong, this place is not suitable for travel, there are too many bad people and dirty things outside, it is better to get rid of all the troubles as soon as possible, and bring the Lord back to the Valley of Medicine Kings to feel more at ease.

The two looked at each other silently and drank tea silently.

The sun was still early in the evening, so the two entered the inn where they were staying. Yue Wuhuan said that he had been running around every day these days and couldn't sleep well. He was really tired and wanted to stay in the room and read a book quietly.Song Qingshi came to accompany him, stumbled and told him a strange story about "Little Red Riding Hood", and brushed up the math problems, seeing that Yue Wuhuan was still not sleepy, so he made him a cup of tea to help him sleep.Yue Wuhuan declined, but he could only drink it. Unexpectedly, the sleeping tea made by the Lord himself was super effective. After a while, his eyelids began to fight. He obviously wanted to force himself to sleep late, but he couldn't open it. Resisting drowsiness, gradually fell asleep.

In this dream, he turned into a big bad wolf, tied up the Lord in the forest, doing terrible and dirty things.

The Lord has been crying, begging for mercy, begging him to stop...

He wanted to stop, but couldn't stop.

In the end, he forcibly woke himself up from the dream, and then faced the traces of his body venting in pain. He wanted to scratch the blood marks on his body fiercely, wanted to whip himself with the blood king vine as punishment, and was afraid of being discovered. Restrainedly pinching out a few red marks on the palm, he slowly calmed down his breathing.

The Blood King Vine is swimming around...

Suddenly, he realized that something seemed to be missing, the smell of requiem incense floating in the air?

There was no one in the next room, and the blood king vine wrapped around the lord's feet was loose. Where did the lord go?

ran away?no yet?

Yue Wuhuan's breathing was messed up, and he was struck by overwhelming fear. He put on his clothes in a mess, put on a mask casually, and rushed out of the room frantically...

He can't lose the treasure.

That is the only meaning of his life.

……

The moonlight is like water, quiet and silent.

The painter is painting with brushstrokes. On the scroll are the beautiful pair of Phoenix sisters. The pure appearance is enchanting and captivating.

Suddenly, he realized that someone was gently knocking on the window behind him. He turned his head and saw a young boy with an immature appearance and clear eyes, wearing layers of snow clothes, sitting on his window sill, quietly I don't know how long I watched it, but I seem to be very interested in his paintings.

Could it be that he came here to ask for a painting?What kind of painting do you want?

The artist took a harsh look at the young man's appearance. He was not a stunning beauty, and his figure was a little thin, but he had a clean temperament and a clear white skin. If he could take off that beautiful snow suit, he would be half covered Covering the ground and revealing his body, showing an attitude of refusal and welcome, it can stimulate his desire to create.

Song Qingshi felt a little uncomfortable with his strange gaze, gathered the white cassock on his body, and then said cautiously: "Excuse me... are you the author of "Picture of Beauty in the Prosperous Age"?"

Seeing him mentioning his favorite work, the painter was happy: "Yes."

"Great, I've been looking for you for a long time," Song Qingshi breathed a sigh of relief. He manipulated the insects to circle the float parade several times, and found that the painter's style was very similar to the person he was looking for, but he was afraid of making a mistake, and he felt uneasy. It's so bad, I didn't dare to tell Yue Wuhuan, and ran out secretly to confirm, "I didn't expect to meet you here, do you like painting like that?"

The artist smiled and said, "Of course I like it, don't be so shy, let me draw a picture for you?"

Song Qingshi lowered his head and smiled sheepishly. A beautiful black lotus bloomed in his hands, and the lotus petals opened one by one.

Those who paint the scene of purgatory should return to purgatory.