Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Yue Wuhuan stood in the library of Yaowang Valley, looking at the precious books of immortal skills and secret methods beside him, feeling as if he had entered a treasure mountain.

Both Song Qingshi and Yuanshen were the types who didn't want to worry about trivial matters in life. The library was a forbidden area, and there was no medicine servant to clean it, so the books and objects inside were all messed up, one here and one here, and only he knew where it was.After Song Qingshi brought Yue Wuhuan in, he asked him to tidy up the table, and then went to find the books he needed.

Yue Wuhuan moved his gaze away from the book with difficulty, and looked at the Luohan bed by the window. There was a low bed in the middle of the Luohan bed, and there were hundreds of books piled up on it, as well as dried up pens and inks and piles of scribbled and altered handwriting. The rice paper seems to be the place where the Lord reads and rests on weekdays.

He walked over, tidied up the books one by one resignedly and put them aside, and suddenly found a tattered "Nie's Poison Classic" hidden inside.Yue Wuhuan's breath stopped for a moment, and he realized that Nie was referring to Nie Jue, the Poison Master thousands of years ago, who killed people like hemp and frightened the righteous way. This book probably recorded various poison formulas of the Poison Master.

Yue Wuhuan quietly glanced at Song Qingshi, who didn't seem to be paying attention, and secretly opened the book. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the beginning was Nie Jue's famous formula for Qianji powder. Qianji powder is colorless and tasteless, and can kill Yuanying the friars...

This kind of killing method without cultivation was exactly what he was looking for in Jinfeng Villa.

Yue Wuhuan quickly flipped through the pages, and hard-wrote the recipe into his mind.

Thousand Machines Powder, Soul Eater Incense, Puppet Pill...

Every kind of poison is a sharp butcher's knife.

The killing intent that was once suppressed turned into a raging tide that stirred up his thoughts, and countless vicious methods of using them emerged in his mind.

No one knew that his heart had long been refined into a monster in hell, longing for mountains of corpses and seas of blood. What he wanted to destroy was not himself, but the entire dirty world including himself.

"This book is not suitable for you." Song Qingshi's voice came from behind.

Yue Wuhuan gently closed the book, put it back on the pile of books on the table, then turned around as if nothing had happened, with a submissive expression on his face again, and said the excuse he had prepared: "It's too old, I'll clean it up." I accidentally scattered the pages of the book, please forgive me, Lord."

Song Qingshi put down the pile of books in his arms, picked up the poisonous scriptures, flipped through a few pages, and found that there were indeed traces of pages falling off.

Yue Wuhuan looked down at the ground, his palms were slightly sweating, and he was extremely nervous.

"Your foundation is weak, and it's too early to learn this book." Song Qingshi didn't notice his thoughts, and quickly ignored the matter, and followed the instructions carefully, "Toxicology and pharmacology are interlinked. You have to start by recognizing medicine. For example, ammonium seed and swallow orchid seed are very similar in appearance, but their toxicity is very different. If they are used incorrectly, their efficacy will be greatly affected. Therefore, you must first learn the basic pharmacopoeia, know how to identify drugs, be familiar with pharmacology, and then learn alchemy Pharmaceuticals, the last to study this Poison Sutra."

Yue Wuhuan raised his head abruptly, and asked incredulously, "Can I learn Poison Sutra?"

"Why not?" Song Qingshi was puzzled, he thought for a while, put "Nie's Poison Classic" into Yue Wuhuan's hands, and comforted him, "I think you can be more confident, the things in the Poison Sutra are not that difficult, so you can Your IQ will be mastered very quickly, but you need to strictly pay attention to safety when refining. Many medicines in it cannot touch the skin, and some of them can still be infected in the air... If you don’t understand something, you can ask me at any time .”

Is this a question of self-confidence?

Yue Wuhuan was completely stunned by the pie, and was speechless for a long time.

Song Qingshi didn't know it, and continued to smash pies on his head one by one: "If you are interested in poison, you'd better learn the hidden weapon and magic circle together. It's easier to use poison. I'll give you all the related books later." After sorting it out, you can still use my laboratory..."

Yue Wuhuan couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted the excited person in front of him: "Have you never thought about what I will use it for?"

"I know," Song Qingshi's eyes were full of relief. He had long been worried that the character of the protagonist Shou was too kind and easy to be bullied, just like a beautiful flower that has no ability to protect itself and can only be picked by others.He was also very worried that the system teacher would pull him out of this world after completing the task, making Yue Wuhuan lose his protection and fall into the devil's lair again.He said seriously, "Wu Huan, don't be afraid, it's not your fault for being beautiful, it's the fault of those beasts, magical weapons, poisons, hidden weapons... If the fairyland is a world of beasts where the weak prey on the strong, you have to protect yourself and not let anyone means of bullying."

"I don't want to be ruined, is it wrong?"

"I don't want to be bullied, is it wrong?"

"Is it wrong to not want to do something you don't like?"

The breeze blew across the window sill, bringing in a clean breath, and the faint scent of medicine in the air disturbed my heart.

Yue Wuhuan listened in a daze to the words that no one had ever said to him, every sentence was like a dream.

"From now on, let the world never humiliate you again."

……

Learning needs to discuss with each other and make progress together.

In the Song and Qing dynasties, he liked to study with friends the most, especially those who were as smart as him.The professor he follows is a world-renowned international medical master, and all the brothers and sisters are dragons and phoenixes. He misses the happy time of studying and doing experiments with everyone very much.

Yue Wuhuan has a high IQ, is diligent and eager to learn, and has such a schoolmate in life, what can you ask for?

Song Xueba was overjoyed. He helped tidy up the unnecessary books on Luohan's bed, cleaned the table, cast cleaning spells several times, served spiritual tea and various cakes, lit the refreshing incense, and then pulled Yue Wu Huan sat on one side and began to read.

Yue Wuhuan's heart was a little flustered, he quietly observed for a long time with the corner of his eye, and found that the person next to him was indeed studying without distraction, and had no other intentions, he gradually relaxed his mind, and quietly read the book.

At some point, the dark clouds covered the sun, the raindrops fell on the eaves, playing bursts of music, and the damp wind blew a few points of damp and cold through the window, onto the scholars inside the house.Yue Wuhuan soon felt the coolness, he got up and opened the luminous beads, gently closed the gauze curtain on the window, looked back, but saw Song Qingshi was still looking at the scroll in his hand, so absorbed that he didn't even notice the changes in the surrounding environment .

Yue Wuhuan approached step by step, carefully raised his beautiful eyes, this was the first time, he wanted to see a person carefully.In his mind, he carefully described this snow-colored man wrapped in white jade, with slightly messy hair and a slightly immature face. Although his appearance was good, he was not stunning, but he had the clearest eyes in the world. Desire, free from filth, is like a crystal that falls into the world unintentionally, without any mortal dust.

Yue Wuhuan watched from the side for a long time, but he didn't raise his head.

It seems that, except for this room full of books and scrolls, no one can be caught in his eyes, and in his heart...

Yue Wuhuan suddenly felt it was ridiculous. If someone knew that the rumored eccentric Yao Wang Xianzun and the famous Mr. Wuhuan were staying in the study room. It must be incredible, right?

People must have ignorance, and then success.

To be ignorant is to be pure, to become the original mind.

No one realized that Yao Wang Xianzun was just an idiot obsessed with books.No one knows how to get rid of his crazy shell, but inside is the simplest heart...

Yue Wuhuan bowed his head and smiled quietly for a long time, then the smile turned into a slightly bitter one.He thought of the first meeting between the two by the river, the touch of his fingertips brushing the ends of his hair and his cheeks, and he felt a little hot. If he had known today, he would have punished himself to make himself more decent. , don't let him see the embarrassing side.

It was dark, the rain stopped, the moon showed its face, and there were a few insects in the grass.

The study room is like a world isolated from the world, where you can't feel the changes of the outside world, there is no noise, no disturbance, only the soft sound of flipping books and the lingering deserted fragrance of medicine.

Yue Wuhuan reads the book, feeling an unprecedented peace of mind...

How good would it be if this was the whole life?

Song Qingshi suddenly put down the book, picked up a pen and began to scribble on the paper.

Yue Wuhuan looked sideways, but saw that he wrote very quickly and in a hurry, the handwriting was very scribbled, and it was almost impossible to understand the content inside, only the names of medicines seemed to be seen.

Suddenly, he stopped writing and fell into deep thought. His left hand accidentally touched the wet handwriting, which was stained with a large ink mark.Then he raised his hand to rest his chin unconsciously, and a black mark appeared on his face.

Yue Wuhuan stared at the black mark, feeling extremely glaring.

He endured and endured, finally couldn't help finding out the veil, wiped it carefully, and wiped away the traces that stained the innocence in his heart.

Song Qingshi finally woke up, and when he looked back, he realized that it was already dark.He looked at the ink marks on the handkerchief in Yue Wuhuan's hand, realized what stupid thing he had done, and said embarrassingly: "I get lost in reading easily, and often lose track of time. Are you hungry? You can wake me up next time."

Yue Wu smiled and shook his head: "I'm also in a state of mind, I don't realize it's too late."

"Here you are," Song Qingshi pushed all the cakes on the table to him, "I've fasted the grain, so I won't be hungry."

Yue Wuhuan didn't refuse, picked up a piece of hibiscus cake, thought for a while, and found a topic casually: "My lord, you are working so hard, but what important prescription are you researching?"

Song Qingshi tidied up the messy papers on the table and replied, "It's Liumai Fusheng Decoction."

Yue Wuhuan's hand holding the hibiscus cake stopped suddenly, and stared at him blankly.

"It's what you need to use later," Song Qingshi scratched his head in distress, trying to find words to explain, "This medicine can reopen your blocked meridians, but I tried the medicine and found it was too painful, you may not be able to bear it. I think Looking for a way to relieve the pain, I'm still not sure whether it's better to slow down the effect of the medicine, or to numb the pain-sensing nerves, I may have to try a few more times..."

When the meridian is opened, there is hope of returning to the fairyland...

Why do this for him?

"My lord," Yue Wuhuan heard his voice trembling, "I'm not afraid of pain..."

"No one is not afraid of pain, that's why medicine finds various ways to relieve patients' pain. Severe pain can even lead to shock." Song Qingshi looked down at the paper in his hand again, stating something that couldn't be more natural, "I don't want You suffer like this."

Why can't he even bear the pain?

Why should you be so nice to him?

why?

Yue Wuhuan frantically wanted to know the answer.

Finally, he asked the question that had been circling in his heart for a long time.

Song Qingshi didn't understand the routine that systematic novels must keep the protagonist secret, let alone OOC, but his intuition believed that Yue Wuhuan's current mental state was not suitable for bearing such absurd truth.He didn't like lying very much, so he thought about it for a long time, and when Yue Wuhuan thought he couldn't get the answer, Song Qingshi smiled embarrassedly.

He thought of the day when he was reborn, the beautiful sunshine that washed away the dark clouds in his heart.

A small kindness made him no longer afraid of the strange world.

"You once wished me good luck tonight, and I want good luck with you forever."

The author has something to say: Confused Song Xueba: Are other book-traveling systems different from mine?Will the system teacher still provide online tutoring? Doesn't OOC mean casualty at work? (onOperationCasualty)