Mistakenly Saving the Villain

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

Yue Wuhuan hesitated for a moment, and wanted to pull his hand back, but the other party's grip was so tight that he didn't know how to do it. In the end, he was dragged into the study room, pressed on Luohan's bed, and a lot of materials were thrown away. After a few pages, it was found that most of them were study notes made by Song Qingshi, from shallow to deep, mixed with a large number of pharmaceutical test records.

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

Yue Wuhuan hesitated and said: "My lord, you seem to be very optimistic about her?"

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "Wuhuan, actually you don't like being a doctor, and you don't like treating diseases and saving lives, do you?"

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

His medical knowledge and alchemy skills are all learned to save one person. He prefers to study poisonous theory, talisman array, mechanism, swordsmanship and other killing skills.

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

"She is a smart person, easily soft-hearted, and stupid." Yue Wuhuan asked vigilantly, "My lord, you seem to be very interested in her?"

"No, don't get me wrong," Song Qingshi dug out the information on Penicillium, and smiled, "I'm just interested in her medical theory, which is a direction I never thought about before. I used to study pharmacy, and I was always rushing towards the ultimate goal. For the perfect treatment effect, I never thought about how to reduce the cost and mass-produce it.”

His world is too simple, and he never pays attention to other people's lives.He even seldom treats ordinary patients. Most of the time, he seals the Valley of the Medicine King with poisonous mist, stays in it to research technology, and refines and sells elixir when he lacks money. The patients who can be treated by him are only very lucky. Or a case that he needs to study, or a local tyrant who comes to the door with a lot of rare medicinal materials.

Yue Wuhuan made several production lines for mass production of low-end drugs for him, and now Ye Lin cried and persuaded them to turn them into Yurong cream, earning a lot of money, but he always felt that something was missing .

"During this trip, I saw that the master-student relationship of Chilongzong is very good, and I feel that Yaowang Valley also needs to be passed on," Song Qingshi acted like a baby confidently, and asked, "Wuhuan, you know how stupid my mouth is, every time I speak I can’t explain clearly, only your IQ can understand what I’m talking about. Can you help me teach Qingluan and the others these things? Qingluan is the son of a good doctor, and I’m curious how far her ideas can go.”

Yue Wuhuan knew that he was ashamed of his master and could not do anything to help the world by practicing medicine, but he also knew that Yaowanggu could survive in this dark and dirty world without being disturbed by all kinds of forces, relying on irreplaceable medical skills.On weekdays, they closed their doors to thank customers, and they only sold pills. If important people were seriously injured or ill, and the Immortal King of Medicine could not save them, they would lose face and seek medical treatment by force.

God knows what disgusting people those seek medical treatment?

He didn't want the Lord to touch these dirty outside garbage.

Yue Wuhuan adjusted his breathing, calmed down and thought about it, and felt that Song Qingshi's plan was correct. In the long run, it was the best choice to train a few capable doctors for Yaowanggu.

Although Qingluan is a mortal, he is very intelligent, and his aptitude can also be built with a pile of pills.Her temperament is soft but strong, quite resilient, and she is very suitable to be a doctor.Moreover, she has many weaknesses, she has a simple mind, is easy to control, and will not have any bad influence on the Lord... He also has a higher tolerance for Qingluan than others, and she is not a dirty existence.

Seeing him thinking about it for a long time, Song Qingshi carefully 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."

"Well," Yue Wuhuan looked at the information in his hand, his voice was extremely gentle, "she will definitely become a good doctor."

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

……

The voice-transmitting bird flew out of the window, carrying a letter from Yan Yuan Xianjun of the Red Dragon School, which contained math homework done every year, a total of [-] sets of papers, and she finished it in less than a week, just some test papers There are strange water stains on it, and the ink marks are dizzy. Maybe it was accidentally dripped on it when drinking water while doing the questions.She also wrote a note to thank Immortal Yao Wang and Immortal Wu Huan for their teaching. The words are very standard and affectionate, but every word is strong on the back of the paper, and there is a little tremor in the strokes. I always feel emotional when writing?

"Elementary algebra and geometry are not difficult, right?" Song Qingshi softened his heart, "I consider that she is an eight-year-old child, so she didn't give difficult questions, and... I seem to have only given ten sets of papers?"

"I added a little difficulty and quantity to her." Yue Wu laughed more gently, like the most responsible senior, always thinking of others, "Don't worry, Lord, I have seen this child's ability, she He is very smart, he learns quickly, and has great potential, so there is no need to treat him like an ordinary child. The world of cultivating immortals is very cruel, and you have to work hard at any time, and the comfort and enjoyment now is a fatal danger in the future."

Song Qingshi thought it made sense...

He checked the homework every year, and found that this child really has the qualifications of a genius and a top student. It is a pity to waste it.

Song Qingshi made a decisive decision: "You make her homework more difficult."

Yue Wu smiled and said, "Okay."

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, Xianjun Yanyuan opened the letter, and there were still a lot of words of gratitude in it, thanking him for his cultivation year after year. In the end, Xianjun Yanyuan lamented that he could not break through the golden elixir, and his body was not as good as every year. The Red Dragon Sect is a small sect with insufficient background, which somewhat delays Nian Nian's talent.

"I feel like he wants to ask for something, but I'm embarrassed," Song Qingshi thought for a long time, and felt that he had improved his understanding of the world. He handed the letter to Yue Wuhuan and asked for the answer, "Do you want free medicine?"

Yue Wuhuan watched it for a while, then smiled: "He hopes to find a better way out for Niannian, and he wants to ask for your recommendation."

Song Qingshi was puzzled: "Xianjun Yanyuan likes Niannian very much..."

In an instant, he understood that it was because of liking that Xianjun Yanyuan wanted to give Niannian a better future.

Even if she is reluctant, she should 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 struggling, and comforted him: "He also knows that this request is quite brazen, so he dare not say it clearly. If you feel uncomfortable, then ignore it."

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

Mrs. Lingmiao is also a well-known woman in the fairy world. She has outstanding talent. She was innocent and romantic when she was young. The grievances and grievances of wealthy families, love entanglements, and fights, Song Qingshi was too lazy to listen to Ye Lin's nagging, only knowing that in the end her beloved daughter was murdered, so she cut off her love, returned to the fairyland, killed her husband and his family, and became the most scumbag in the fairyland. A terrified Mrs. Ling Miao.

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

Mrs. Lingmiao takes pity on girls with tragic fates, and prefers clever little girls.

She will be favored every year.

Although Yaowang Xianzun's reputation is not very good, he is not a scumbag, never plays with emotions, and has refined such female gifts as Huanyoudan and Yurongjiao.Fairy Island is full of female cultivators, and everyone speaks highly of him, hoping that he will develop some secret beauty medicines.

He wrote a letter of recommendation to Mrs. Lingmiao, so he shouldn't be called back...

Thinking of this, Song Qingshi took out a new piece of white paper, corrected the font, racked her brains and began to write a letter, with the homework she did last year and the talisman drawn, proving her excellent potential.

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

Song Qingshi smiled and said: "The theory of chaos."

Yue Wuhuan was stunned: "The one with butterfly wings?"

"I didn't think about it 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 to sow the seeds and see Just a little butterfly, can you fan the wind..."

……

Black Death Butterfly's experiment failed again and again.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, they were thinking about this matter when they were walking, and sometimes they would stop their chopsticks in the air when eating, and fall into the appearance of wandering in the sky.

Yue Wuhuan is angry and funny, knowing that he will never give up on the things he is obsessed with, so he can only let go of other things, and try his best to help him complete this poisonous improvement.

At night, the two always sleep together.

Song Qingshi seemed to be addicted to hugging him. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found his strange sleeping position and thought about it for a long time.Yue Wuhuan thought that he was going to go back to his bed obediently, but he didn't expect him to break the jar, give up correcting his sleeping position, and hug him tighter and tighter, allowing himself to wake up in his arms every day.

This is not right!

Yue Wuhuan became a little nervous, he asked tentatively: "My lord... I heard that you practice the way of ruthlessness?"

Song Qingshi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "That guy told you?"

Yue Wuhuan felt that he was very relaxed and didn't seem to care about it, so he could only ask clearly: "How are you... Dao Xin?"

Song Qingshi woke up with a jerk in his head. He went against the sky to forcefully protect Yuanying. Recently, he was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and he felt more comfortable holding something he liked.But a man, how can he complain about such a trivial matter in front of others? !And he has already thought about how to destroy the Nascent Soul, and he doesn't intend to involve others in this matter.

He said decisively, "Very good."

The Nascent Soul is still there, which is very good, and it is not good until it is destroyed.

Yue Wuhuan directly reached in with his divine sense to check his Nascent Soul, and confirmed that he was staying in the dantian well. Although there was a sealed Youhuo around and the details were not very clear, there was no sign of collapse.An unmoved mind meant no emotion and no desire, which made him a little confused about what Song Qingshi was doing.

Maybe... just being clingy?

The Venerable Lord is actually very afraid of loneliness, but he doesn't realize it, and it will show in his actions.

His life is out of society, he doesn't understand normal communication, and occasionally he is a little childish...

Idiots have many eccentricities, and their actions are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Yue Wuhuan lay on the bed in a daze, thinking more and more, more and more complicated.

Song Qingshi crawled over and kissed skillfully: "Goodnight kiss."

This is something he does every morning and evening, with occasional late-night snacks, like eating him like candy.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he had been used to being kissed, and his mood went from being uneasy at the beginning to being happy and waiting now, becoming more and more relaxed and natural.Sleeping with the person I like chastely every day, apart from the drug that suppresses the desire can not be stopped, it seems to be quite good?

It just feels weird...