Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan put in all his thoughts and made a super beautiful phoenix kite, which is as tall as a person, with wings as long as two people. It is painted with gold and colors, lifelike. It is equipped with a bamboo flute. If the wind blows through it, it will emit A long, loud, bird-like sound.

Song Qingshi was so happy that he wanted to fly to the sky. He scratched his head and didn't know how to boast, and said desperately: "Wu Huan, you are so kind, this kite is hundreds of times stronger than the one I bought."

He smiled and said: "My lord, the one you bought without the bamboo flute should be called a kite, but the one with the bamboo flute that can make a sound is called a kite."

Song Qingshi took out the beauty kite he bought, checked it, and was surprised: "It's really so."

Although he likes colorful things, compared with the paper kites he bought, the kites made by Wu Huan taste like phoenixes and sparrows.The more Song Qingshi saw the paper kite he had bought, the more unpleasant it was. Just as he was about to throw it away, he saw Rong Ye coming to deliver the students' homework on elixirs. He was very serious and responsible, so he casually gave him the paper kite. Rong Ye seemed very happy.

Children should not care whether they play with paper kites or kites, right?

He is a majestic immortal who has lived almost a thousand years, so of course he wants to play with the most beautiful big kite!

Song Qing happily dragged Yue Wuhuan to Xinyi Mountain. He liked to watch the changes in the clouds, and he liked the beautiful things flying in the clouds, such as birds and kites.When he was a child, he also secretly watched the children fly a kite. The swallow kite flew so high that it almost reached into the sky. The children yelled and laughed constantly, which was very interesting.

It is best to fly a kite with two people, one person holds the kite, waits for the wind to come and sends a signal, and asks the other person to pull the string and run.

For the sake of fun, the Song and Qing Dynasties did not let Yue Wuhuan install any auxiliary formations on the kite, and also banned all wind control and floating techniques. They wanted to use ordinary people's methods to fly the kite with the help of natural wind.For this matter, he also analyzed the wind speed and direction of this season on Xinyi Mountain, scientifically judged the most suitable place to fly the kite, and geared up to fly the kite high.

The two arrived at Xinyi Mountain and put the kite on the prepared flat slope.

Song Qingshi took out a notebook from the mustard bag, carefully re-read the key points of kite flying, recalculated the mathematical formula based on the current wind force, estimated the height and position of the kite, so as not to cause any troubles such as entanglement in trees Oolong.

Yue Wuhuan secretly glanced at what was written in the notebook, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Qingshi was confused by Xueshen's laughter, so he quickly checked the formula twice to confirm whether he had written the wrong number or miscalculated the question.

After confirming that the formula was correct, he found the right position, asked Yue Wuhuan to hold the kite for him, and then ran.The first time I ran too fast, the kite rolled on the ground, and the second time I successfully flew the kite up.Yue Wuhuan stood behind him, taught him how to take in and out the line, and patiently raised the kite little by little.

The beautiful phoenix rose slowly, dragging its long golden-red tail feathers, with the help of the wind, it broke through the sky and made a crisp sound.

The color of life appears in the white clouds, and it is no longer boring.

Song Qingshi looked at the white clouds and the phoenix kite in the sky, and suddenly felt dazed. He felt that this scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it thousands of times but could not remember the content clearly.Something engraved deep in the bones is about to move, trying to break free from the shackles and run out...

In my mind, strange feelings were constantly suppressed, popped up, and I struggled repeatedly.

Song Qingshi's head hurts from thinking about it, but his eyes are still inseparable from the phoenix among the white clouds, and he stubbornly wants to find the answer.

Suddenly, the string of the kite broke, and the phoenix lost its balance, flipped a few somersaults in the air, and fell to the ground.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the broken thread in his hand, a little startled, he didn't think he would make such a mistake.

Song Qingshi dropped the coil, and Yuhuo chased after him in the air. Seeing the kite staggering and about to fall into the swamp, he felt anxious, so he pounced and finally picked it up before the kite fell into the mud. Big, the tail feathers of the phoenix fell down, and it was still dragged into the swamp, and a large part was stained.

He flew back dejectedly with the kite in his hand, handed it to Yue Wuhuan, and asked sadly, "Is it because I didn't set it up properly, so I failed?"

"No," Yue Wuhuan carefully checked the broken thread of the kite, "I was afraid of breaking the thread, so I specially used a strong silver thread, and I checked it when winding the thread. The quality of this thread should be fine." He stopped suddenly He raised his voice and showed Song Qingshi the kite string with a smile, "Look, this little guy did something bad."

A small golden ant was crawling on the silver thread. The kite's string was bitten by the golden ant and was slightly damaged, unable to bear the weight.

Golden ants are common creatures on Mount Xinyi. By coincidence, they climbed onto the kite, bit the string by coincidence, and the kite fell. The matter is so reasonable...

Song Qingshi was stunned: "So, is this a coincidence?"

"Well, let's go back first," Yue Wuhuan comforted, "This paint can't be cleaned, I'll replace the dirty part later, and install a stronger thread."

What should be the probability of an ant biting the kite string?

One billionth?

Song Qingshi suddenly remembered the incredible thunder calamity when Yue Wuhuan built the foundation, and remembered that Yue Wuhuan once said that he had missed discovering Xie Que's true face many times due to coincidences, and he even remembered his first encounter with An Long , A strange wind blew the precious medicinal herbs he had managed to gather into the dirty and smelly swamp, so he approached with his nose pinched, and found the half-devil child who was buried in it and was about to die.

Why did the system choose his soul fragments for the task?Why did you send him back?

Are these all coincidences?

Song Qingshi stopped and glanced at the sky suspiciously, always feeling that he had forgotten something very important.

……

Yue Wuhuan went back to repair the kite.

Song Qingshi was restless, his mind was full of phoenix kites in the sky, he didn't even think about doing toxicology tests, he just walked out of the laboratory for a walk after feeding the mice.He first strolled to the entrance of the school, inspected the students' research seriously for a while, went to the library to flip through a few pages of books, and finally walked to the ancestral hall inexplicably.

The ancestral hall has been refurbished, with a new look, cleaned neatly, picture scrolls are unfolded and hung on the wall, and melons, fruits and flowers are offered on the incense table.

Although the first teacher accepted an unreasonable apprentice, but the apprentice accepted him a well-behaved and sensible disciple, which can be regarded as filial piety.

Song Qingshi remembered that he hadn't come to visit his teacher for ten years, so he was a little embarrassed, so he ran in and burned three sticks of incense, and then he was a little greedy when he saw the tribute, so he talked to the teacher, took out a big red peach, and While eating, admire the picture scrolls left by the ancestors.

Yue Wuhuan's peaches are full of water, sweet and delicious.

The teacher's paintings are really bad. They are about the same level as him, and I can't tell what they are at all.

This painting is placed in the ancestral hall, and thieves will not want it if they come in.

After pondering for a while in the Song and Qing dynasties, I still felt that this painting should be put away, lest there will be more disciples in Yaowanggu in the future, and everyone with filial piety would come to worship the ancestor's handwriting every now and then, only to see such an ugly and nonsensical painting... Do you still want the face of the first teacher?Do you want the dignity of Medicine King Valley?

He should find a few medical books from the inheritance of his ancestors and accept the worship instead of this painting.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, the painting was taken down and brought back to Fuling Palace, ready to be put into the treasure house.

It was getting darker, and his heart was getting darker.

The task of the system has given up hope, and there is no hope of cure for Yue Huan's condition. The only thing he has to do now is not to give up, just stay with him, and see if time can bring any new turning point.If it doesn't work, try not to get worse. At worst, he won't go out in the future, stay in Yaowanggu, spend the rest of his life with Yue Wuhuan, and try to make him happy every day, so that he can be happier.

However, he feels that doing so is far from enough...

Song Qingshi lay on the bed, opened the picture scroll, looked up and down, left and right, and imagined that his teacher could give him some inspiration, such as teaching him a way to eliminate painful memories without hurting his brain in his dream, or travel through time and space, Let him go back to the past and beat Xie Que to death, pull him back, and put him in the Medicine King Valley, coaxing and holding him every day, so that he can live happily.Maybe Yue Wuhuan will give him sweet and soft food every day without the obstacle of psychological barrier.

It's a pity that the former master of Medicine King Valley knew nothing but curing diseases and refining alchemy, and he didn't even leave any medical books on psychotherapy...

What a useless master!

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, relying on the fact that their predecessors could not hear what was in their hearts, they boldly complained.He casually threw the scroll on the bedside table, turned on the luminous beads, and continued to sort out the pharmaceutical materials. He was absorbed in writing, but when he turned around, he found that he had accidentally dripped a large ball of ink on the scroll.

He subconsciously wanted to wipe it, but it turned out that the scroll was so old that it was already fragile, and a big hole was wiped out with a little force. He panicked, shook his hand, and tore it in two...

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded...

He held the painting in two halves tremblingly, not knowing what to do.

Can the almighty baby apprentice repair paintings?

Can he secretly repaint it and pretend nothing happened?

Song Qingshi was in a panic, he wanted to dig a hole to hide the bad things, and pretended to be dead without asking, but he felt dishonest.

Suddenly, the broken scroll radiated golden light, like golden fireflies...

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they observed it closely and found that it was a golden light of merit and virtue, a rare and good thing.Because of his medical studies, the elixir he developed has saved many people, and he has accumulated some merits, so he is no stranger to this.It is said that some monks were directly ascended to the throne of gods because of their merits.

Why is there a golden light of merit hidden in a mere painting?

Song Qingshi picked up the painting and studied it in puzzlement. Unexpectedly, the golden light of virtue in the painting rushed towards him and crazily merged into his body.

His eyes were black and his consciousness was in a blur...

An endless sea of ​​clouds appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness. Deep in the sea of ​​clouds, there was a house like a snow cave. It was deserted, and there was nothing but piles of books.Song Qingshi saw a young man who was very similar to himself in the house. He seemed expressionless, like a porcelain doll, sitting obediently in the room reading books, reading one after another...

In the evening, the boy suddenly moved, and there was a little light of expectation in his eyes, as if a porcelain doll had come to life.

He walked slowly to the window, lying on the window sill, secretly looking at the end of the sky, as if waiting for something.

At the end of the sky, a golden-red glow gradually rose. It was a phoenix made of the most dazzling flame in the world, dragging nine golden-red flaming tail feathers, slowly approaching, and then passed by his window sill. The beautiful light illuminated his ignorant eyes and shone into his deserted room.

The monotonous sea of ​​clouds comes alive in this magnificent beauty.

It was the only joy in his dull life.

The teenager is waiting every day, watching every day, waiting day after day, watching year after year...

……

Song Qingshi was woken up by Yue Wuhuan. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the table, his whole consciousness was in a daze.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Yue Wuhuan reached out to wipe his eyes.

"Wuhuan, I'm dreaming." Song Qingshi found that his eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't stop, he murmured, "At first it was a beautiful dream, but then it turned into a nightmare, such a terrible nightmare..."

"The nightmare is not real," Yue Wuhuan was flustered by his inexplicable sadness, comforted him for a long time, and finally asked in confusion, "What did you dream about?"

Song Qingshi raised his head and looked closely at the pair of the most beautiful phoenix eyes in the world. He couldn't get enough of them. He tried his best to stop his sadness, grabbed Yue Wuhuan's sleeve tightly, and sobbed:

"Wuhuan, I dreamed that the Phoenix disappeared."

"Wuhuan, I want to get him back."

"Wuhuan, I will never give up."