Mistaking the villain Xianzun as the object of salvation

Looking at the man who looked like an exile, Zhou Yue couldn't help raising his eyebrows, wow, this is a bit like a cultivator.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a clear sound of "Zheng——" and the other party's strings broke!

It turns out that "Who will listen to the broken string" turned out to be true...

Lin Siyun frowned slightly, without raising her head, she just said lightly: "Who is eavesdropping?"

Zhou Yue coughed lightly in embarrassment, walked out from behind a clump of green bamboos, cupped her hands and said, "I have to listen to the voice of the master of the peak, it really lingers around the bridge for three days, and I can't stop hearing it."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person with your hand. After all, you have something to ask for, so first give the other party a high hat.

"...It's you?" Lin Siyun stared at him, her two beautiful eyebrows were slowly tightened, then suddenly got up, and left with a flick of her sleeves.

Uh, the high hat doesn't work, it seems that the relationship is really not good.

Zhou Yue had no choice but to brazenly follow behind Lin Siyun. Lin Siyun didn't bother to talk to him at all, and went straight through two corridors, walked into a quiet room, and flipped through the piano scores on the bookshelf.

This was clearly chasing customers away, and Zhou Yue didn't give Zhou Yue any face at all.

"Master Lin Feng has so many piano scores? It's really interesting." Zhou Yue had nothing to say.

Lin Siyun ignored him.

"What is this? Dongting Fusheng Song? What a beautiful name."

Lin Siyun didn't even move her eyelashes.

Zhou Yue wasn't angry either. After all, when she was a laborer in modern times, clients were much more difficult to deal with. Lin Siyun still looked like a fairy, but the clients were all middle-aged men with fat heads and big ears.

But it won't work if this continues... Zhou Yue thought for a while, and went straight to the point: "Master Lin Feng, I heard from Guanshi Zhang that my deceased brother once gave you two plants of washing marrow, right?"

Hearing the words "washing the marrow grass", Lin Siyun finally reacted, he turned his head slightly, and gave Zhou Yue a cold look with his beautiful eyes, as if saying: None of your business?

Zhou Yue sighed secretly, it seemed that Lord Lin Feng was very cold, and it was difficult for him to help.

At this moment, Zhou Yue caught something out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

On the bookshelf full of elegant piano scores, there is actually a stack of story books, and they are all turned upside down, obviously seen more than once.

Zhou Yue blinked, and couldn't help but stretch out her hand to turn it over. They were all goofy romance stories, such as "Willow on the Palace Wall", "The Story of the Golden Hairpin" and the like.Could it be that Master Lin Feng likes to read goofy scripts?It doesn't look like it.

Lin Siyun found out that he was flipping through her precious storybooks, and immediately snatched them over, her plain and cold face flushed red, and even her voice stuttered: "You, what are you flipping through?! I, I'm just passing the time. , I don't like it at all!"

Oops, don't ask yourself.

Zhou Yue seemed to have discovered a new continent, and looked up and down at this fairy-like and cold Qinxiu. This master's hobby turned out to be bloody scripts.

Lin Siyun glared at him viciously: "Don't go out and talk nonsense! Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

Zhou Yue looked at his nervous look of a big girl who was peeped at taking a bath, and laughed so hard in her heart, but she didn't dare to show the slightest hint of ridicule on her face. Like to read story books? I thought I was the only one in Ling Xiao City who liked it."

Lin Siyun was taken aback for a moment, then looked Zhou Yue up and down, with a look of disbelief: "You...you also like reading scripts? Why have I never heard of it?"

Zhou Yue pretended to say: "People in the world are prejudiced and always think that scriptures are all vulgar things. Master Lin Feng dare not let others know his hobbies, let alone me?"

Hearing what he said, Lin Siyun's expression gradually relaxed, but she was still somewhat vigilant: "Do you really like reading story books?"

Zhou Yue already had an idea in his mind, he sighed deliberately, and brushed off the old bloody scripts in Lin Siyun's arms: "I have read more scripts than you, Master Lin Feng. These scripts, Master Lin Feng, have been written for a long time. It's outdated, and those scripts in the mortal world are a thousand times more exciting than this."

Lin Siyun is a lonely dead house. In addition to playing the piano, she usually reads the scriptures. Zhou Yue often goes down the mountain to purchase medicinal materials. What new scripts?"

Seeing that the fish was hooked, Zhou Yue simply sat down, picked up the other party's teacup without any haste, took a sip of hot tea, and then said slowly: "Master Lin Feng, don't worry. Listen to me , Last time I went down the mountain to play, I heard the storyteller in the teahouse tell a script called "The Legend of Huanhuan", which is very exciting. Have you heard of it?"

Lin Siyun shook her head blankly: ""The Legend of the Ring"? I have never heard of it. What is it about?"

Zhou Yue sighed: "You don't know "The Legend of Huanhuan"? Tsk, what a pity. This "The Legend of Huanhuan" is about the affairs of the mortal court. Long, long ago, there was a lady from the official family named Huanhuan..."

Zhou Yue has a younger sister and a grandmother. Zhou Yue has watched countless TV series with them, such as "The Legend of Huan Huan" and "The Palace of Yanxi Palace". At this moment, Lin Siyun has never heard such wonderful words. Ben, it didn't take long to fall into a trance.

Zhou Yue was secretly amused, and when she was talking about a small climax, she suddenly stopped.

Lin Siyun became anxious immediately: "And then? Is it really bestowed with a foot of red?"

Zhou Yue didn't continue talking, but instead raised half of her eyebrows, and looked at the other party with a half-smile, with a clear look on her face——If you want me to continue talking, you can exchange it with marrow-washing grass.

Lin Siyun obviously understood what he meant, and her face immediately turned cold: "You are threatening me? I already know the name of the script, so I just send someone down the mountain to buy it."

Zhou Yue shook her finger: "This "Legend of Huan Huan" is not available in the market. As for the marrow-washing grass, I don't want too much, I only need one."

Lin Siyun narrowed her eyes: "Why do you want to wash the marrow grass? Could it be an internal injury?"

Zhou Yue said calmly: "Yes, I suffered some internal injuries during alchemy."

Lin Siyun said coldly: "After refining so many human pills, I finally got retribution? You also have today."

Zhou Yue sighed, pretending to be helpless, and brought out Gu Ruhai, the great god, "Master Lin Feng, I also practiced alchemy for the city lord, that's why I got hurt."

Anyway, as a qualified dog leg, the original body often refines various pills for Gu Ruhai, this is not a lie.

Who would have thought that when Gu Ruhai was mentioned, Lin Siyun's expression became even uglier: "Zhou Yue, you are so self-willed and depraved, and you are a dog and a dog, are you worthy of your brother Zhou Ran?!"

Hearing the word "Zhou Ran", Zhou Yue suddenly felt a sharp pain in his mind.

The pain was so severe, as if a big hand was ruthlessly stirring his brain, he gasped in pain, "hiss—" and covered his forehead with his hand.

The word "Zhou Ran" is like a switch, causing the original body's fragmented memories to flood up one after another, but the original body's brain was damaged by taking drugs, and those memories are very vague, so I can only roughly know that Zhou Ran, as the original body's brother , was very good to the original body, but it's a pity that this elder brother died too early and became a heart disease for the original body.

Zhou Yue closed his eyes, mobilized his spiritual power, and tried his best to suppress the severe pain, but his face was already extremely pale, and he couldn't figure out the situation, so he could only mumble and say in a hoarse voice: "Lord Lin Feng... Me, I can't help it either."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Lin Siyun gritted her teeth, did not continue to reprimand, and threw a grass from the mustard bag: "Okay, for your brother's sake, take it!"

Enduring a headache, Zhou Yue caught the marrow-washing grass, thanked him sincerely, and said cautiously: "Master Lin Feng, I heard that a few days ago, you opened the Lake of Weeping Tears for someone who is destined to divination good or bad luck?"

Lin Siyun frowned and said, "So what?"

Zhou Yue said: "I'm just curious, can Weeping Lake really see past lives?"

Lin Siyun said lightly: "It just depends on whether there is a predestined relationship or not. Over the years, I have performed thousands of divinations for people, and only two or three people have seen their past lives."

Zhou Yue felt relieved, as long as Gu Xuecheng couldn't see the real past life, there was room for him to lie.

He cupped his hands: "Lord Lin Feng, thank you for the marrow-washing grass. I don't feel well, so I won't bother you. When I am free, I will make a copy of "The Legend of Huanhuan" and send it to Mount Everest."

Lin Siyun nodded, and just as Zhou Yue left, he couldn't help calling out: "Zhou Yue."

Zhou Yue turned around: "What's wrong?"

Lin Siyun was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "Zhou Yue, your brother has been innocent and upright all his life, you should do it for yourself, don't help the evildoers and do those things that are unreasonable."

Zhou Yue nodded: "I won't make human pills anymore."

"That's very good." Lin Siyun nodded, then hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Did that imperial concubine really give you a foot of red?"

It seems that this master really missed "The Legend of Huanhuan".Zhou Yue resisted the urge to burst out laughing, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll send it to you when I finish transcribing it."

Lin Siyun was a little worried, and said: "A promise is a thousand dollars, don't break your promise and get fat."

"Of course." Zhou Yue smiled.

After receiving the marrow-washing grass, Zhou Yue was in a good mood, and even his headache was relieved a lot. He returned to Lingxi Peak with Yujian, went to the small kitchen immediately, and started to make "Blue Blood Washing Marrow Soup".

Well, the first step is to take a bowl of rootless water; the second step is to boil the marrow-washing grass; the third step is to pierce the blood of the heart... At the third step, Zhou Yue hesitated. dead?

He knocked on the system: "System, is it really okay to do this? Does it hurt?"

The system said: [The host can use the points to buy painkillers in the points mall, 1 point for one, it's very cheap, and the effect is very good. 】

"You didn't say it earlier, I still have a lot of points." Zhou Yue said happily.

He has gone through a lot of plots recently. Although the most important "Protagonist's blackening value" has not changed, it is still 20%, but the points have increased a lot, from the initial 100 points to more than 300 points.

Zhou Yue bought a painkiller, and then carefully inserted the tip of the sword between the third rib and the fourth rib. Although he hardly felt any pain, only a cold feeling, he still felt a little bit pained. Because it looks really scary.

After drawing out the long sword, he quickly dipped the tip of the sword into the medicine pot, and the bright red heart blood on the tip of the sword instantly melted into the water, emitting a faint smell of blood.

"Gudu, Gudu..."

After an hour, the medicinal soup was finally ready. Zhou Yue casually bandaged the terrible wound on his heart, and then came to the bedroom with the medicinal soup.

Gu Xuecheng was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing that thin white gauze dress, staring at the snow-white curtain in a trance, wondering what he was thinking.

This child has a very good temperament. Wearing that gauze dress, he doesn't look ambiguous, but rather cold.

Zhou Yue smiled and said: "Xiaocheng, I made you a bowl of medicinal soup to nourish your body, drink it while it's hot."

"What kind of medicinal soup is this?" Gu Xuecheng frowned slightly as he looked at the bowl of black medicinal soup that smelled of blood in his hand.

Zhou Yue observed his expression, guessing that children are timid. If they heard that this bowl of medicinal soup was made of human blood, they might be too frightened to drink it. Is it in vain?

Thinking of this, he coaxed: "This is a medicinal soup made with spirit beast blood and marrow-washing grass. It is very precious, so drink it while it's hot."

Gu Xuecheng really couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the bowl, frowning and drank the bowl of dark medicinal soup.

The smell of blood is so strong... This dog slave is cruel by nature, and he is eager to get his golden elixir. I don't know whether this bowl of medicinal soup is the blood of spirit beasts or the blood of those innocent medicine people.

It's disgusting.

Zhou Yue stared at Gu Xuecheng and finished drinking the bowl of "Blue Blood Washing Marrow Soup", and finally heaved a sigh of relief. He had thought about it before, to make this child grow up tall and strong, so as to avoid becoming a weak person who seduces men and absorbs Yuanyang. This bowl of recuperating medicine soup is also a good start.

Moreover, Gu Xuecheng is willing to drink the medicinal soup, which shows that the relationship between the two has eased a lot. When the limelight passes, and a trip to Mount Everest will make the child completely trust him.

That night, Zhou Yue, as usual, meditated for a short time while thinking about the progress of the task and the current situation.

Ling Xiaofeng is under martial law, which is a very bad signal, which shows that Gu Ruhai values ​​Gu Xuecheng far more than he imagined.

Although I haven't suspected it to my head yet, it is only a matter of time before Lingxi Peak is searched, so I can only do my best to prepare as much as possible, such as the handsome young man in gauze under the quilt in the bedroom, the pale and stiff corpse of the medicine man in the alchemy room...

Zhou Yue thought wildly, and gradually fell asleep, dreaming all night.