Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Song Qingshi slept soundly. When he woke up, it was already midnight. He found himself lying on the lap of Mr. Yue who claimed to be an acquaintance. He was a little embarrassed, and his lips were slightly red and swollen for some reason. Slobber.

Fortunately, such embarrassing things did not happen...

Under the strong effect of the ten-turn golden marrow elixir, most of the injuries on his body healed. He tried to get up, moved his body, and found that the wound medicine on his body had also been replaced with a better elixir, which contained pain-relieving ingredients. The unbearable pain disappeared, leaving only a slight itching.

Seeing him wake up, Mr. Yue opened his sleepy eyes.

Song Qingshi smiled gratefully at him, and then found Song Jincheng kneeling in the corner, facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.Although it is not easy to intervene in other people's teacher's education of apprentices, but he has a predestined relationship with this child, so it is not easy to ignore it.

While he was thinking about this in his mind, Mr. Yue took his mustard seed bag and poured piles of spirit stones into it. Song Qingshi was startled and stopped quickly: "I have already received the precious medicine, so I can't take any more." These."

After all, he is not a biological father, nor a godfather, how can he collect so many spirit stones?

"These are originally yours," Mr. Yue was afraid that he would have any more messy thoughts, and handed him a token engraved with gorgeous phoenix patterns, explaining, "You once put some spirit stones here, and I will manage them for you. It has been a long time, and now I have gained a lot, you can show the token in Yaowang Valley and all the shops with this mark, and withdraw funds at will, there is no upper limit."

Song Qingshi took the token and asked in surprise, "How much money do I have?"

Mr. Yue thought about the power of Immortal Peak. After eradicating those dirty sects, he confiscated the property and wealth. If left alone, it would lead to disorder in the world and darkness to breed.He then divided his energy and slowly formulated new rules to bring the industry back into operation.

For example, the auction house does not allow human trafficking, does not allow the sale of stolen goods, improves the social status of craftsmen and other professionals, especially doctors, prohibits slave trading, formulates employment contracts, increases the punishment of raising stoves, killing people and seizing treasures, etc... There are also many harsh rules, such as not allowing any dirty garbage in public places...

The monks could not accept such a rule, and they have been making trouble for hundreds of years, but as the heads of the rebels and violators were hung out one by one, the hard bones became the lights of the immortal peak, and the voice of resistance gradually became quieter, and the newborn Monks are born from generation to generation, and rules become habits.

Although the darkness can't disappear completely, at least it doesn't dare to breed in the sun, and no one dares to blatantly touch the terrifying existence of the indestructible peak.

Today, the industries of Immortal Peak are spread all over the world, and each sect and town will pay tribute to the gods with various treasures and special products every year, which has become a rule...

Mr. Yue hasn't counted how much money he has and how many things are in the treasury for a long time, but as long as Song Qingshi is willing to accept it, he can give it all, but he also knows that Song Qingshi has high self-esteem and hates to cause trouble to others. Give him a little bit.

He considered it carefully: "You once invested more than 200 million spirit stones in the most difficult time of Yaowang Valley, and now it has become tens of millions. I have invested in some other industries for you, and now it is growing every year. I will give you more money later. Your account book."

He went back and asked his subordinates to make a fake account, and stuffed money in different ways, so that there were tens of millions inexhaustible.

Song Qingshi was a son of a rich family before time travel. Although he is stupid and sweet, he has some knowledge of shopping malls. He has never seen anything that goes out of his way to make fake accounts to send money to the other party. What is it?

So, is it true?

He made a big successful VC during his amnesia?

Don't worry about research funding in this life?

Song Qingshi was happy like a dog, wanted to turn around on the ground a few times, barked twice, and quickly listed a lot of medicinal materials that he wanted to buy but couldn't afford in his mind, wishing to hug his God of Wealth and kiss him.

He pulled Mr. Yue and asked, "What else did I do when I lost my memory?"

Mr. Yue smiled and said: "You taught me how to raise white mice. I am raising them very well now. There are many kinds of special mice. You come back to Medicine King Valley with me, and I will give you all as... presents."

He blurted out two words.

Song Qingshi couldn't hear clearly, but he found something suspicious: "Special mice need to be raised for a long time before they have the opportunity to improve various breeds... How long have we known each other?"

He felt like he had lost more memories than he thought. .

Mr. Yue smiled and said: "We have only been together for more than a dozen years, but we have been separated for thousands of years. I stayed in the narrow world and didn't know what you went through..."

Song Qingshi was stunned. The length of this amnesia was far beyond his imagination. Could it be that his body in this world failed somewhere in the closed-door training, which led to the soul traveling to another world?

When he thought of this, he fell into a daze again. He didn't understand why he could naturally fuse the memories of the two bodies into a brand new self, without any feeling of rejection... because they looked too similar?

The system exploded, and he couldn't ask for an answer.

"Master and uncle are just joking," Song Jincheng couldn't help but say, "How can anyone cultivate for so long to build a foundation?" Rare treasures prolong life, die at the age of 300, and are buried in the Valley of the Medicine King. The sword immortal of Ming Hong cultivated the golden elixir Dzogchen, lived in a hut in front of his beloved wife's tomb, and guarded the Valley of the Medicine King for thousands of years.Now the male cultivators in Yaowang Valley like to ask their girls to express their feelings there, and it is a famous scenic spot.

Mr. Yue felt that his punishment was not severe enough, so he smiled softly and said, "Qing Shi was injured and became so cultivated. There are many similar examples in the medical books you have studied... Obviously you have not remembered them all. Here, when I return to the valley tomorrow, I will go to the back mountain to ground my feet, and I can only come out after memorizing the 180 volumes of basic medical books left by Qingluan."

Song Jincheng's face turned pale, he didn't want his grandma anymore, and...he really wanted to go to Tianwumen to find friends.So, he knelt and crawled in front of Mr. Yue, crying and bargaining: "Master Uncle, let me go to Tianwumen to take a look, after I finish watching, I will go to restrain my feet..."

The smile on the corner of Mr. Yue's mouth became more and more gentle.

Song Qingshi looked at Mr. Yue, inexplicably feeling that the child was in danger, so he bit the bullet and tried to rescue him: "Do you have a reason to go to Tianwumen?"

Song Jincheng sobbed: "I suspect that something happened to Ayu, I want to go and see..."

Ayu's name is Yu Wenyu, the son of the elders of Tianwumen, born weak, he spent several years in Yaowanggu when he was a child, and Song Jincheng took him up the mountain to dig out bird eggs, went into the water to catch turtles, taught him to climb walls and skip classes, and became good friends. .

After Yu Wenyu's health improved, he left Yaowang Valley and kept writing letters every month.However, in the past three months, he has not received any news from Yu Wenyu, and he couldn't let it go. Taking advantage of his failure in the exam, he decided to run away to Tianwumen to check the situation. When he met Song Qing on the way, he was delayed...

"Maybe he is practicing in seclusion." Song Qingshi rubbed his forehead, wanting to say that it is normal for friends to ignore people for years or decades when they are busy, but also feels that he has made a big mistake in friendship, and he is a little unconfident, "Ask me His elders?"

Song Jincheng said coyly: "His father hates me and forbids me to get close to A Yu, we are in secret."

Mr. Yue said: "Tianwumen is a student's big exam a while ago, he should go to Yuanming Secret Realm..." He suddenly stopped his voice, remembering that Tianwumen had some unusual changes recently, monsters appeared frequently, maybe he should send someone to go there Check out one or two.

"Maybe I'm injured, I'm afraid you're worried." Song Qingshi thought of a best-effort plan, "I'll go to Tianwumen for you to see." He remembered that there was a kind of metallic grass, blades and blades in the Yuanming Secret Realm in the book. As sharp as it is, although it is not very useful, it has special attributes. He has always wanted to get some for research.

Song Jincheng was very moved: "Brother, you are so loyal, I didn't save you for nothing."

Mr. Yue crushed the corner of the table.

"I'm sorry, I forgot my age," Song Jincheng quickly admitted his mistake, and said obediently, "Qingshi, you are my brother."

Mr. Yue reminded: "Qing Shi is much older than you."

Song Jincheng frowned and reconsidered his address.

Song Qingshi looked at his expression and felt bad, so he quickly stopped: "Don't call me grandpa!"

Half of his soul is still a fresh and tender college student, and he really can't stand being called grandpa by someone who looks the same age.

"I'm not from Yaowang Valley. Even if I get in again, I'm still a classmate. I can't afford to be such a senior." Song Qingshi seriously considered the future, "I think seniority should be divided according to cultivation, not age."

Song Jincheng looked at Mr. Yue pitifully: "Uncle Master..."

When Mr. Yue heard this address, his chest felt tight again.

He decided to retreat this avatar when he went back, and change to someone of the same age to accompany Song Qingshi to grow up again, so as not to be regarded as an old ancestor and make it difficult to start.

Song Qingshi happily decided to go to Tianwumen on his own, and discussed with Song Jincheng how to meet Yu Wenyu and find out about the situation.

The entrance examination for Yaowang Valley will start in three years, and it will take several months to prepare for the special recruitment now.

In the Song and Qing Dynasties, they were unwilling to enter school through the back door.

Mr. Yue knows that he will not give up on what he has decided, and now is not the time to take him back. However, the new incarnation needs some time to prepare. He is afraid that Song Qingshi will not understand the current situation of the world of cultivating immortals, and will suffer and be wronged.After hesitating again and again, he decided to follow his will and allowed Song Jincheng to accompany him to Tianwumen, so that he could wait on him on the way and not let his elders be wronged.

Song Jincheng is not good at studying, and he is very diligent in serving his teachers and guessing his mind. He suspects that Song Qingshi is not Mr. Yue's godson, but an illegitimate son who cannot tell anyone. He immediately vowed to treat Song Qingshi as his ancestor.

He happily blessed: "Brother Qingshi, you are so kind, I am not jealous that you have a goddess."

Song Qingshi smiled and said, "I hope I can meet her on the road."

Mr. Yue was vigilant: "Goddess?"

"Qingshi was looking for a girl, but unfortunately lost his memory and couldn't remember her name and appearance," Song Jincheng got permission, and he came back to life. Seeing that his uncle was interested in his future daughter-in-law, he quickly praised Song Qingshi's sweetheart One pass, so as not to pass the elder test in the future, "She is gentle and virtuous, beautiful and cute, lively and cheerful, kind and innocent, considerate and filial, and a girl who is good at cooking."

Song Qingshi said embarrassingly: "Her body is relatively weak and needs to be recuperated..."

Mr. Yue forcibly suppressed the burning jealousy in his heart, and asked, "This time you are... no, you like such a girl?"

He knew that many monks didn't care about men and women, but he never thought about it...

Song Qingshi thought about how he felt about that book, and said affirmatively: "I like it, I will find her."

Mr. Yue asked gently: "What if she doesn't like you? Will you treat her well?"

"It's okay," Song Qingshi swore with determination in his eyes, "As long as I can find her, I will give her all the good things, try my best to treat her well, and try to make her like me."

He will do his best to pursue the person he likes seriously.

Mr. Yue understood his intention, smiled and blessed: "You will definitely find her."

Although the role of this task seriously exceeded his expectations.

However, it is not difficult...

He thought about using this appearance to do shameless things, making Song Qingshi cry on the bed, and felt... quite interesting...

Mr. Yue greedily looked at the simple delicacy, and his frenzied desire made his lips dry...

Be patient, now is not the time to be exposed.

He will execute the plan well.

He wants to get it all back.