Mistaking the villain Xianzun as the object of salvation

Zhou Yue managed to coax Gu Xuecheng to sleep, and then returned to her room and summoned the system.

He said confidently: "System, adjust the blackening value to see, I don't believe it, it won't drop this time!"

A few days ago, he was frightened and was ill in bed. Gu Xuecheng's attitude was greatly relaxed, and he even cooked several meals of devil meat porridge for him. At that time, he adjusted the blackening value with hope, and the result was still unshakable. 20 %, which made him very frustrated.

But this time it's different, Gu Xuecheng huddled under the blanket and stared at him eagerly, even tugging on his sleeve, like a kitten, the blackening value must have dropped!

The system ruthlessly said: [Current blackening value: 22%. 】

Zhou Yue was greatly shocked: "...Damn, how is it possible? It's fine if it doesn't drop, but it suddenly increased by two fucking points?! Where did these two points come from? How come I don't know at all?"

This is unscientific, these days have been peaceful, nothing happened that would increase the blackening value, and Gu Xuecheng's obedient attitude just now made people's hearts almost melt, but the blackening value actually fucking increased ? !

He didn't dare to believe it: "You can't make a mistake, can you?"

The system said aggrievedly: [Why, the protagonist's blackening value is automatically settled in the background, directly linked to the protagonist's scrutiny, and updated in real time every day, even the main system can't manage it, let alone an intern scum like me. 】

Zhou Yue was too shocked to speak.

The system comforted weakly: [Host don't be sad.Is there a possibility that because his father did too much to the host, and the host treated him so well, he was really angry, so the blackening value increased instead. "

Although it is a bit far-fetched, this is the only explanation. From this point of view, the blackening value is affected by many factors, and it is much more difficult than I imagined. Zhou Yue can't help being a little discouraged.

He tried his best to comfort himself, that's all, anyway, Gu Ruhai is also in seclusion, so it won't have any effect for a long time in the future, and he can slowly train the protagonist to reduce the blackening value.

Zhou Yue sighed, took out a jade gourd from the mustard bag, poured out a white and round pill, and said to himself: "Mengmeng, Mengmeng, I will depend on you in two days."

The system asked curiously: [Host, is the Fumeng Pill ready? 】

"Well, I'm exhausted."

The system was silent for a while, and said: [Host, for more than a month, you have been secretly injecting spiritual consciousness into the Floating Dream Pill every night, fabricating dreams, and not sleeping until the early hours of the morning.What are you working so hard for? 】

Zhou Yue smiled and said, "Of course it's for dreaming."

The system earnestly advised: [Host, although this Floating Dream Pill can create very real dreams, in the final analysis, it is just a dream.This thing is like smoking marijuana. Many monks have abandoned their cultivation because they are addicted to dreams. Host, you should be a warning. 】

Zhou Yue chuckled: "Did I say I use it myself?"

The system said blankly: [Huh?Do you want to sell floating dream pills?This is not good, your reputation is bad enough. 】

"..." Zhou Yue was speechless for a while, "Forget it, I won't tell you, it's a good thing anyway."

When he went to the alchemy room for the first time, besides Yi Rong Pill and Rou Ganoderma, he also discovered this magical Fu Meng Pill. Later, he heard Guanshi Zhang mention Weeping Tears Lake. At that time, he had an idea. Add it all up, that's Wang Zha!

At least it can blow the protagonist into a dizzy state.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yue couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He closed his eyes, put the Floating Dream Pill in his palm, and then drew out a wisp of consciousness, slowly entered the Floating Dream Pill, and told the feudal superstition story he had painstakingly fabricated again. It has been consolidated to avoid mistakes from time to time.

……

After a few days of calm and calm, the sky was blue and the clouds were light, which was a rare good weather in early spring. After lunch, Zhou Yue took Gu Xuecheng and Yujian to Mount Everest.

This time Qin Tong didn't stop them, the two crossed the small bridge, walked through a small quiet bamboo forest, and found Lin Siyun who was playing the piano in the gazebo.

Zhou Yue greeted her with a smile: "Si Yun."

Lin Siyun narrowed her eyes: "Don't bark."

Zhou Yue said disapprovingly: "Which one of us is with whom? We are both diehard fans of "The Legend of Huan Huan", so we should naturally get closer."

"Who wants to get close to you?" Lin Siyun said angrily.

After the life-saving incident in the alchemy room, Zhou Yue knew that Lin Siyun was a cold-faced and soft-hearted master, and she didn't care about his bad attitude at all. Instead, she took out a thin manuscript copy of "The Legend of Huanhuan" from her arms, and smiled. handed it to the other party.

""The Legend of Huanhuan"?" Lin Siyun's eyes lit up, and she quickly picked it up, touched the cover very lovingly, flipped through two pages, and then thanked very reluctantly, "Xin... Thank you for your hard work .”

"What is this?" Zhou Yue coughed lightly, "What happened last time..."

Lin Siyun raised her hand slightly to stop him from continuing: "Zhou Yue, I helped you that day only because your elder brother and I were best friends, and you are your elder brother's only younger brother. No more refining human pills, I should help you, no need to thank you."

Zhou Yue was grateful in her heart, and said sincerely: "No matter what, thank you."

Lin Siyun snorted: "Actually, Gu Xuecheng's disappearance has nothing to do with you, I guess. With your bullying nature, how dare you steal someone under Gu Ruhai's nose?"

Zhou Yue: "..."

You really underestimated me, not only did I dare to steal someone under Gu Ruhai's nose, I also dared to bring that person in front of you.

Zhou Yue coughed lightly, and pushed Gu Xuecheng who was behind her to Lin Siyun: "Forget it, let's not talk about that. This is a distant relative of my seventh cousin. According to my seniority, my cousin is called Zhou Qingcheng."

Gu Xuecheng lowered his eyes, cupped his hands and said, "Qingcheng has seen Lord Lin Feng."

"Hello." Lin Siyun nodded, and then asked in confusion, "Zhou Yue, what are you bringing your cousin here for?"

Zhou Yue said cheekily: "My cousin's parents are both dead, and his fate is very bad. I would like to invite you to play the piano and open the lake, and help him with divination to see the good and bad future. If there is a destiny, maybe he can see the past life and the next life. .”

Lin Siyun frowned, obviously very upset: "What do you know, the Weeping Lake is quite spiritual, it didn't just open at the moment! You didn't even say hello, and suddenly came to ask me for divination, you thought I was setting up a stall under the bridge Is it a fortune teller? I, Lin Siyun, tell you, today is not..."

Zhou Yue interrupted him directly: "I will deliver the manuscript of the lower part of "The Legend of Huanhuan" next month."

"...It's not impossible today." Lin Siyun said seriously.

"Ahem... thank you very much." Zhou Yue suffocated her laughter so much that she almost hurt herself, and she was afraid that Lin Siyun would become angry from embarrassment, so she could only cover it up with a cough.

Even Gu Xuecheng looked at Lin Siyun with a strange face, as if he didn't expect that this peerless Qin Xiu with eyes above the top actually had two faces.

Lin Siyun also seemed to be losing face, he snorted, got up and picked up the ebony lyre, pretending to be cold and said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, come with me."

"Thank you." Zhou Yue quickly pulled Gu Xuecheng and followed closely.

The three of them walked along a mountain path to the peak. Along the way, the spring water sang, the birds were singing, the bamboo forest was dense, and the scenery was extremely quiet.Mount Everest is not considered high, and after about half an hour, the three of them arrived at the top of Mount Everest.

The peak is very open, with almost no vegetation, only a deep lake, the lake is extremely clear, shaped like a teardrop, no wonder it is said to be a teardrop of the Nine Heavens God.

There was a small pier by the lake, and a delicate boat was docked. Lin Siyun led the two of them onto the boat, and after a whistle, the boat carried the three of them and sailed straight to the center of the lake.

After a while, the boat stopped in the middle of the lake.

Lin Siyun placed the guqin on the small table in the middle of the boat, took out a piece of sandalwood incense from the mustard bag, put it in an exquisite copper crane incense burner, lit it, and finally made a cup of tea.

Zhou Yue knew the steps of making tea a long time ago, so she quickly picked up the white jade teacup.

Lin Siyun glanced at him: "It's not for you."

"I know, I know." Zhou Yue replied with a smile, and with a slight movement of her little finger under the cover of her wide sleeve, a white pill quickly slipped into the tea and melted instantly.

Seeing that the work was done, Zhou Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and handed the teacup to Gu Xuecheng: "Xiaocheng, today's divination is your fate, and this cup of yellow rice tea is also yours. Be careful not to spill it."

Gu Xuecheng took the teacup carefully: "Well, I will be careful."

Lin Siyun was surprised and said: "Zhou Yue, you are an expert, and you know yellow rice tea."

"That's right." Zhou Yue smiled, that's right, I've inquired carefully.

Lin Siyun didn't think too much, and said lightly: "Okay, then drink tea quickly and start divination."

Gu Xuecheng didn't move, instead he turned his head to look at Zhou Yue, in his dark and clear eyes, there was a kind of trust like a small animal.

Seeing that look in his eyes, Zhou Yue's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly he felt inexplicably guilty, and was speechless for a while.

He tried his best to calm himself down, and silently said in his heart, "This is for the mission, this is for the mission, as long as the mission is completed, hello, hello, hello everyone", and then softly coaxed: "Xiaocheng, drink."

"En." Gu Xuecheng no longer hesitated, raised his head and gulped it down.

After Gu Xuecheng finished drinking the tea, Lin Siyun took out a small jade bottle from the mustard seed bag, poured out a drop of bright red heart blood from the bottle, and gently daubed it on the strings with her fingertips.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the strings casually, and brought up a series of piano sounds that were like weeping, complaining, and complaining.

With the sound of pearls falling on a jade plate, a layer of mist gradually formed on the surface of the Weeping Lake, like the mist of tears in the eyes of a beauty. The mist became thicker and thicker, and Gu Xuecheng felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness Gradually fell into darkness.

It took some time before Gu Xuecheng gradually woke up.

He felt a little groggy, shook his head hard, and subconsciously said, "...Zhou Yue?"

No one answered, Gu Xuecheng panicked and quickly opened his eyes, but in front of him was no longer a misty lake, but a narrow mountain road.

Then, he found himself carrying two large bundles of firewood, humming a song in his mouth, the tune of the song was a bit sad, he had never heard it before.

This...is this my previous life?

Some memories gradually came to Gu Xuecheng's mind. It turned out that he was an orphan. His parents died of the plague one after another when he was four years old. The several acres of Susukida in his family were taken over by the villagers. He could only make ends meet by gathering herbs and chopping firewood. Difficult to grow up to 13 years old.

He seemed to have a name, but the villagers all called him "Bitter", so he forgot his original name.

Because of the death of his parents from the plague, the villagers stayed away from him, and with the tacit consent of their parents, children would throw stones at him and let vicious dogs bite him, trying to drive him away.

Recalling this, Gu Xuecheng only felt chills in his heart, the kind of confusion and despair pervading from the depths of his chest, exactly the same as when he was in Ling Xiaofeng.

He took a deep breath, carried the two large bundles of firewood on his immature shoulders, and tried his best to move forward.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a scream of "Zhi Zhi Zhi" in front of him.

Gu Xuecheng was stunned, and hurried forward.

On the mountain road ahead, a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in tatters was pinching the neck of a little fox, "tsk tsk" in his mouth: "Hey, Daoist is lucky today, I have knee pads for this winter." .”

The little fox was only about one foot long, and was covered in snow-white without a single hair. When it saw Gu Xuecheng, its wet black eyes suddenly showed extreme begging intentions.