Mistakenly Saving the Villain

The Song and Qing Dynasties crossed in the explosion.

When he exploded, he received a strange system task: to eliminate the most evil villain in the world of cultivating immortals, Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou Kou.

What is the text in the garbled code?He is a science student, his reading comprehension is not very good, he can't understand...

Song Qingshi was lying on the ground covered in blood, dazed for a long time.

He vaguely remembered that it was his own operation error that caused the system to explode. Although he didn't quite remember what he did, high-dimensional things are too fragile, right?Are all systems prone to explosions?

In short, resurrection is a good thing, and the topics that you don’t know how to do will be saved for later.

Song Qingshi moved his fingers with difficulty and felt pain all over his body. His ribs seemed to be broken, his abdomen was injured, and there were many other injuries caused by the explosion.His head was also very painful, and it was filled with messy memory fragments. For a while, he felt that he was Song Qingshi, a medical student suffering from frostbite, for a while, he felt that he was Song Qingshi, a doctor in the world of cultivating immortals, and after a while, he felt that he might be a doctor. The powerful boss who founded the sect?

There is still a fuzzy red shadow in the corner of memory. When I think of it, my heart feels sweet, and I feel like crying. What is that?

Is it Chixia Buddha Fruit?

The fruit randomly appears with all kinds of flavors in the world, sometimes it is so sweet that it makes you feel tired, and sometimes it is so astringent that you want to cry.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, after thinking about it seriously, it didn't feel like an object, but more like a person or thing.He calmly analyzed the status quo, and once again put this topic that he felt was very important but could not be done to the back. The first topic to do was - how to survive.

He searched and sorted out all kinds of useful materials in his memory, but the healing pills in the mustard bag were gone. Treatment methods are useless.

Suddenly, the sky began to rain, and it was cold and uncomfortable on the body.

Song Qingshi was in pain and wanted to cry, but he held back and struggled to crawl to the side, but all the bones in his body were injured. He crawled desperately for a long time, but he didn't get far.In the end, he lost a lot of blood, and his consciousness gradually became blurred...

In a daze, I don't know how long it took, a blue umbrella appeared above his head, and someone was poking his face with a branch:

"Hello? Hello? Are you dead?"

Song Qingshi wanted to ask for help but couldn't speak, only let out a weak hiss: "Woo..."

The man sighed, put down the umbrella in his hand, and stuffed an unknown medicine into his mouth.

Song Qingshi felt dizzy, and then he didn't know anything.

……

When Song Qingshi woke up again, he found himself lying on a comfortable bed, covered with a soft quilt, and the wounds on his body were treated briefly. It seems to be Deer Bone Flower, Moon Vine, Chi Mingsha and Lingxiao Grass?They are all medicinal materials for nourishing qi and blood and helping wounds heal.

He was lost in thought.

The door opened, and a young man in Tsing Yi walked in with a pickaxe pot. Seeing him waking up, he was a little surprised: "I actually survived? It's a miracle!"

"The wound was sutured incorrectly, and the knotting method was incorrect. The part on the leg... you sewed crookedly, and that's where the joints move. You'd better use a stronger thread, otherwise it will break," Song Qingshi looked at the mess. Medical mistake, look at the pickaxe pot for medicine in his hand, fearing that he will force-feed the medicine, he hurriedly said, "Yueteng is something that regulates endocrine, nourishes blood and nourishes qi during confinement. It is not suitable for men to take. Mingsha is very dry and hot, so it cannot be used on seriously injured patients, as it will bleed profusely..."

He didn't die because the pot of medicine hadn't been filled yet.

"It's my first time to treat a disease, so I have no experience. Seeing that you have lost too much blood, you are so weak that it is no different from confinement, so I want to make up for it," the young man blushed when he was told. He patted his sleeves, pretended nothing happened, then thought about it, and taught, "What are you afraid of? Even if something goes wrong during the treatment, I still saved you with my superb medical skills!"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "What is that medicine you fed?"

The young man said: "Eight Treasures Heart Protection Pill."

Song Qingshi continued to look at him with an expression of not knowing what to say.

The young man surrendered: "Okay, okay, I admit that my medical skills are not good, and I failed every exam. This medicine saved you."

Babao Xinxin Pill protected his heart veins and repaired part of them. After resting on the bed for a long time, he felt that he had recovered some of his strength, so he asked the young man for two painkillers and anesthetics. The wound was stitched up, and then the young man was asked to remove the moon vine and Chi Mingsha from the prescription and replace it with moon herb, and boiled it over low heat.

The young man's name is Song Jincheng, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, sunny and bright, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a foundation of cultivation, he looks very simple, and he is a bit talkative, so he told his origin without asking questions from Song Qingshi Fan: "I think you have a little knowledge of medicine? Do you know Medicine King Valley? That is the largest medical school in the world of cultivating immortals. Where do many powerful doctors come from, such as Immortal Pu and Immortal Luo..."

Song Qingshi thought for a long time, at a loss: "Isn't the Valley of Medicine Kings very small?"

He also seems to have a Yaowang Valley in his memory, but it is poor, small and dilapidated. It is completely different from the place Song Jincheng described. He doesn't know any Immortal Pu, Immortal Luo... maybe a bigwig in the industry who is more powerful than himself?If you have the opportunity to meet, you must pay homage to it.

"Are you from the countryside?" Song Jincheng asked in surprise, "The Valley of the Medicine King is huge! Because there are no restrictions on aptitude, age or gender, only IQ, many mortals and mixed-bloods of immortals will apply for the exam, tens of thousands of people Grab hundreds of apprentice positions, and those who can be admitted are super smart geniuses."

Song Qingshi was stunned.

Is this the top medical school in the world of cultivating immortals?The legendary school master's paradise?He doesn't want to do the task anymore, he wants to study!

He thought happily for a while, and suddenly found doubts: "Are you also a doctor of Medicine King Valley?"

If the students taught by the medical school are all at this level, it feels that the name is not worthy of the name...

"Where I was born, my parents are doctors in Yaowang Valley, so I have been in it since I was a child..." Song Jincheng blushed again, and he tried to change the subject, showing off, "My grandma is amazing, you know Madam Qingluan? A legendary pharmacist in the world of cultivating immortals! She spread medical skills to the whole world, benefited mortals, recruited disciples, and then built the Valley of the Medicine Kings into its current appearance step by step. Those who go through the back door learn for three generations, and those who do not need to take the exam enter.

Song Qingshi praised: "It's really remarkable."

He always felt that Qingluan was not an old grandma, but a little girl who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside?

Song Jincheng chattered endlessly: "My grandpa is Song Minghong, a golden elixir sword immortal who cultivated in a mortal body... I heard that there is a very powerful master, whose surname is Song, so my grandpa's surname is Song. .It is said that Master Song is in the closed door for thousands of years, maybe he is gone...Anyway, Guzhong is not allowed to discuss this matter."

Song Qingshi's memory became more and more chaotic as he listened to it, and he had a splitting headache.

Song Jincheng found that he was not feeling well, and asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingshi said solemnly: "I seem to have lost my memory."

Song Jincheng looked at him for a long time with the eyes of a fool, and asked vigilantly, "You don't want to rely on the treatment fee, do you?"

Song Qingshi was at a loss: "Treatment fee?"

"You have to pay to see a doctor!" Song Jincheng jumped three feet high. He saw that the felled guy was wearing a very expensive robe, like a son of a rich family. He gritted his teeth and used the expensive Eight Treasures Heart Protection Pill, which was a birthday present from his mother. It is said that it was made from a precious formula handed down by Master Song. He quickly settled the accounts, "That medicine is very expensive, you have to give me [-] high-grade spirit stones."

Song Qingshi expressed his understanding. He went to look for the spirit stones in the mustard bag, searched for a long time, and found more than 20 spirit stones.

Song Jincheng stared at him firmly.

Song Qingshi also blushed: "I seem to be very poor, and I was raised by others."

Song Jincheng asked: "Who is so kind?"

"I can't remember." The blurry red shadow appeared in Song Qingshi's mind again. He endured his headache and said, "I feel like a person I like very much. He often gives me pocket money and buys me many good things."

"I understand," Song Jincheng affirmed, "This man is your father!"

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded: "Is that so?"

"Of course," Song Jincheng analyzed confidently, "Even if you lose your memory, you still have to think about it? How can anyone in the world treat you well for no reason? Give you money for nothing? Only your own father and mother can do that." Such a thing!"

Song Qingshi thought about the life before time travel, and felt that his analysis made sense!

Song Jincheng said generously: "You have a phoenix blood hanging around your neck, which is very valuable, and it is also equipped with a soul circle. I think it is because you look too stupid. Your father is afraid that you will get lost. Forget it, Follow me and don't run around, your father may come to you after a while, and let him settle all the bills."

Song Qingshi nodded frantically.

Song Jincheng hurriedly prepared the medicine and handed it to him.Song Qingshi took a sip and found that there were a lot of mistakes in the proportion of the auxiliary medicine in it. Fortunately, the impact was not significant. He felt that the child had not completed his studies and should not be qualified to be a teacher, so he tentatively asked.Song Jincheng shyly said that he failed five of the seven subjects in the exam, and was afraid of being beaten, so he sneaked out to explore the world, and wanted to go to Tianwumen to find his friends to play.

Song Qingshi almost choked to death on the medicine, and felt pity for Mrs. Qingluan in her heart. How could she give birth to such scumbag offspring?

With a cold face, he took a good look at this smug truant scumbag, rubbed his confused mind, feeling very uncomfortable, and wanted to drag this guy back to the Valley of Medicine Kings, strengthen his studies, and do thousands of hard work. Zhang paper, let him learn how to make up for his weakness with hard work, and become an excellent doctor...

Is this idea going too far?

Song Qingshi took a deep breath, trying to suppress the desire to urge the scumbags to study, and made sure that the wounds were treated and the injuries were slowly recovering. Then he remembered the strange system task and decided to ask this young man who seemed to know a lot of messy knowledge.

Song Jincheng panicked when he heard the words "Immortal Peak". He covered Song Qingshi's mouth, watched vigilantly for any abnormalities, and then reprimanded the fool: "Even if you lose your memory, don't talk nonsense! That place is Can I mention it? If you say that guy's name, you will be killed..."

Song Qingshi struggled: "Whoa, what's the name?"

"It's the name that can't be mentioned on that mountain." Song Jincheng confirmed that nothing happened, and let go of his hand, "When I was young, my mother told me about the dark history of the world of cultivating immortals. Blood flowed into rivers when the sect was slaughtered. It was very scary. Everyone trembles when they mention it. Although there has been no movement for hundreds of years... But you must not be curious about that place, and don’t be interested, hundreds of lives are not enough to die!"

Song Qingshi really wanted to know what that name was, but he dared not ask.

Song Jincheng saw his confusion and said with a smile, "No one knows what his name is now."

Song Qingshi concluded: "Is he very powerful?"

Song Jincheng said in a low voice, "It is said that there is only a short chance of flying ascension."

Song Qingshi was stunned. He calculated the gap between the Foundation Establishment cultivators and the Flying Ascendant... It felt like the system was for kindergarten kids to single out heavily armed special forces with toy knives!He calculated how many years it would take him to cultivate Nascent Soul, and how many years it would take him to become distracted or out of his body, and then calculated the probability of completing the task...

Forget it, the task is too difficult, let's put it on hold for 1 years, let's talk about it after he has practiced until he is out of his body.

He wants to study first, reading is more enjoyable!

……

On the summit of immortality, on the throne of the temple.

Shenjun suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt the soul breath of Phoenix blood.

The author has something to say: Song·Poverty Xueba·Qing Shi: Obediently wait for my father to redeem me with money.

Yue·Rich Dad·Wuhuan:? ? ? ? ? ?

Song Jincheng, a super scumbag who single-handedly brought the principal and dean into the ditch.