Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 36 Qing Luan’s Wish [VIP]

Song Qingshi checked everyone’s homework and determined their ability and level.

The less Huanhuan chooses are indeed good seedlings, and they are divided into subjects according to their expertise. Everyone’s grades are very good. Let alone Qingluan and Minghong, the two top students, the lazy Rong Ye There are also unique features, but his hobby is not in medicine and pharmacy, but in organ manufacturing.

Yue Wu Huan laughed and said: “Qingluan is smart and capable. When the Lord was in retreat, she handled many annoying things for me.”

Song Qingshi understood his explicit instructions, signaled Qingluan to come over, and focused on checking her cultivation base, and found that this girl had already built a foundation, her spiritual roots were both wood and water systems, her aptitude was not bad, and she nodded with satisfaction, determined to be late. Put her by her side and take a look. If everything is okay, she will be accepted as an ordinary disciple and handed over to Yue Wuhuan as his deputy.

Qing Luan prostrated on the ground and gave a big gift.

Song Qingshi thought of the acacia seal on her body, and turned around and asked Yue Wuhuan: “The quintessence of spirits is just a medium. After being branded with the seal, the same formation can be lifted? Why didn’t you solve this thing?”

Yue Wuhuan explained: “They are the people of the Lord, and it is up to the Lord to decide whether to release the seal of Hehuan.”

Song Qingshi smiled and said: “What can be decided about this shit? Bring the rosary, and I will solve it for her.”

Qing Luan raised her head quietly, glanced at Yue Wuhuan, and did not dare to answer.

Yue Wuhuan said gently: “She probably didn’t take her with her. This matter is not in a hurry. The Lord has just finished her retreat, so let’s deal with it tomorrow.”

Song Qingshi readily agreed, and took Yue Wuhuan to see his guinea pigs and laboratory, and asked along the way: “You have done so many things in ten years. Isn’t it easy?”

Yue Wuhuan lightly wrote: “It’s nothing, the Lord doesn’t have to take it to heart.”

Song Qingshi asked, “I remember that blood silkworm grass is needed for refining blood flower powder. This material has long since disappeared. How did you get it?”

The more Wuhuan said relaxedly: “A fluke.”

Song Qingshi didn’t doubt that he had him, and sighed: “You are lucky, I haven’t found it after searching for many years.”

Yue Wu laughed and said, “Since I met the Lord, my luck has been very good.”

Qing Luan had mixed feelings upon hearing this, and couldn’t help but blush in his eyes, and wanted to stop talking.

Yue Wuhuan noticed the change and glanced back at her warningly.

Qingluan immediately hid her tears, and then swallowed all the words full of stomach.

Song Qingshi’s life-saving grace to her is unforgettable, but the most important thing in her heart is still Yue Wuhuan.

I still remember the first encounter when I was six…

In the late autumn of the forest, sitting on the golden sycamore tree is a famous Tsing Yi boy with a white jade flute in his hand, playing the song “Feng Qiu Huang”.

Xiaosheng is lonely, winding in the golden red autumn scenery, as if struggling to find something.

The young phoenix eyes are gentle enough to suppress the beauty of the world. The wind blows, the golden sycamore leaves and the fiery red maple leaves, seem to have turned into his clothes, he is like the most noble phoenix in the world, with brilliant vermilion, gorgeous and unparalleled. The most beautiful music attracts the birds one after another to worship, in order to win favor.

Skylark, yellow warbler, cuckoo, kingfisher…

More and more birds fell quietly on the tree, next to him, listening to the most moving music in the world.

Qingluan couldn’t help approaching, and stopped beside him with the birds until he lost his self.

According to legend, Qingluan is a court bird of the phoenix. He is born to follow and surrender his light…

This feeling was indescribable, as if it was a memory carved in the bones and blood, which made her understand that this was the person she should be loyal to.

She hoped that he could find the happiness that was lacking in the music.

She hoped that he could soar happily in the sky forever.

…

Later, Qingluan broke free from the shackles. She was like a happy bird and brought her child to Yaowanggu. If she had a full stomach, she wanted to tell Yue Wuhuan, such as the person asking her questions, such as when the person got the box. Expressions.

However, the first time she saw Yue Wuhuan, she realized that this person had changed.

Yue Wuhuan had wounds on his body, and was so exhausted that he could hardly suppress the madness and anxiety in his eyes. He recognized her, but he had no interest at all, even with a faint disgust. He braced himself forcibly and patiently took them in, just because this was the order of Yaowang Xianzun.

His eyes were no longer gentle or kind. Although he patiently arranged the children properly, Qingluan could find that every command he gave was cold and every arrangement was thousands of miles away. , And then disappeared without showing up for a few days.

Qingluan was sensitively aware that something bad might have happened to Yaowanggu.

She immediately persuaded most of the children who had misunderstandings about Xiantu to return to the mortal world, and for the remaining few children who had nowhere to go, she took the responsibility of taking care and teaching on herself.

For a long period of time, Yao Wang Xianzun retreats, Yue Wuhuan becomes very busy, staying in the study and laboratory every day, barely showing up. Qingluan took the initiative to become a medicine servant, taking charge of sweeping around the gate of Yaowang Valley during the day, and taking the children to memorize the medicine book at night.

When she saw Yue Wuhuan again, Yue Wuhuan’s face was ruined, colorful and ugly.

Qing Luan was so scared that she almost screamed.

Yue Wuhuan smiled at her and left Medicine King Valley with such a face.

Everyone talked a lot, thinking that he had lost this face and would fall out of favor after the Lord’s retreat was over.

Qing Luan thought about the gentle Immortal Venerable, shook his head, faintly guessing in his heart.

Yue Wuhuan began to come back with injuries, major injuries, minor injuries, stab wounds, and sword wounds, all kinds of injuries. He didn’t allow anyone to touch his wounds, and he went to the pharmacy to deal with it by himself every time. During the recovery period, he read books and studies frantically. After he recovered, he would leave the Medicine King Valley again, not knowing where to go.

He maintained the calm of Yaowanggu, and no one noticed the hidden crisis inside.

Qingluan realized what she had to do…

For the more Wuhuan, for Song Qingshi, for Yaowanggu, for the children behind her.

No matter how weak her wings are, she must protect everyone from the wind and rain.

That day, Yue Wuhuan came back from another injury. Qingluan broke the ban with determination and sneaked into the pharmacy. She saw an incredible view.

Yue Wuhuan sutured the wound on his abdomen in the pharmacy. In order to stay awake, he did not use anesthetics. He bit a cork strip in his mouth, and then pierced his skin with stitches and stitches layer by layer. The severe pain made him feel all over his body. Cold sweat, but only a few low muffled hums.

Yue Wuhuan noticed her snooping, and quickly closed her robe, and asked in a dumb voice, “Who?”

Qingluan closed her eyes sadly, and then slowly walked out of the dark.

Yue Wuhuan drew his sword and looked at the visitor warily.

Qingluan knelt down immediately, took out the rosary beads he had prepared from his arms, and offered them with both hands.

Yue Wuhuan looked at this familiar red bead, and immediately understood her meaning, his expression gloomy.

“I know that something has happened to the Lord, and I dare not listen casually. I also know that Brother Wuhuan has worries and dare not ask for trust, but Yaowanggu is the only place for Qingluan and the only place for the poor children. A place of refuge,” Qing Luan’s voice was very soft, but very firm, “So please accept Qing Luan’s life. As long as the rosary is marked with divine consciousness, I will never be able to go against your wishes and cannot hurt my master, please Anything can be done with me…”

“Anything?” Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help laughing after hearing such naive words. “Even if I am no longer the person in your heart? Even if your clean hands will be covered with blood? Even if you lose your life? Into the land of immortality?”

Qing Luan raised his head: “Yes!”

Luan Bird is always willing to surrender to the feet of Phoenix and follow the shadow of the sky for life.

Although her strength is small, she is willing to do her best.

Yue Wuhuan watched her for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and finally took away the **** rosary and accepted this allegiance.

From that day on, Qingluan became Yue Wuhuan’s most loyal subordinate. She dealt with many public and secret things in Yaowang Valley, and saw the cruelest side of Yue Wuhuan. She cleaned up the terrifying meat in the execution room countless times. Washed off the blood on the ground, from the very beginning, she was so afraid that she would vomit and then she didn’t change her face; she helped Yue Wuhuan madly transform Yaowanggu, turning it into a giant spider web, controlling everything and trapping everything. People; she tried to maintain a perfect surface image for Yue Wuhuan, pretending that nothing happened, preventing the children from discovering the truth, and preventing the Lord from waking up to find out what was wrong.

However, these things are far from enough…

Yue Wuhuan pushed himself to the extreme every day. He was covered with scars and hardly even had time to sleep. He frantically learns the techniques of killing, frantically researches poison and formation, frantically blends all knowledge into his own bones and blood, overcoming obstacles, calculating people’s hearts and calculating everything.

The most precious medicines are in the most dangerous places, and every step is dangerous. Obtaining them requires a huge price.

Sometimes it succeeds, sometimes it fails, and after the failure, we start again.

However, no matter how hard it is, he never stopped moving forward.

Qingluan was only responsible for the internal affairs of Yaowanggu, most of the time he didn’t know where he went or what he did.

The only thing I know is that five years ago, Yue Wuhuan was in a coma and was brought back by the Lord Yeyu Pavilion himself. His bones were 60% broken, and no part of his body was intact. It was all suspended by the wood spirit roots and medicine pills. With a sigh of relief, he still held something tightly in his hand, unwilling to let go.

Qingluan could no longer remain silent, she asked Ye Lin the reason.

After hearing this, Xianjun Ye Lin couldn’t help cursing: “The foundation-building cultivator dared to go to the stage of life and death. He is really a desperate lunatic.

The platform of life and death is a dark gambling game in the fairy world. It is a gambling on rare and exotic treasures and the life of a monk.

There are so many monks in the immortal world. They are tired of betting on cockfighting and fighting dogs, and finally they bet on people.

On the stage of life and death, there is no end to death, and the monk who wins in the end can take away the treasure in the same gambling game at will.

Although Yue Wuhuan had only one breath left, he was alive, and he was the winner of life and death.

He got the blood silkworm grass that has long been extinct in the fairy world.

Xianjun Ye Lin is a trustworthy person. He handed the blood silkworm grass and the people to Qingluan, recounting the tragedy on the stage of life and death, and scolded: “Heh, even though Xuanyu Xianzun is a waste piled up with pill, But Brother Yuanying has spiritual power to suppress the foundation-building cultivator, and he is practicing the Vajra body. Ordinary cultivators can’t even break through the exercises, so how can they attack? They just want Xuanyu Xianzun to torture and kill the son of Wuhuan for fun. How can a smart person like Yue Wuhuan fail to understand the minds of those people? He is willing to die for the blood silkworm grass. For the sake of Yurongao’s cooperation, I have prepared the coffin for him! You said Song Qingshi wanted to die. When did the retreat come? Actually let the big baby rescued from the 200,000 Lingshi do such a thing?!”

Qing Luan said sternly: “Please don’t say this, Xianjun.”

In the fairy world, it is common for monks to retreat, some are to improve their realm and retreat to consolidate, and some are unable to break through the realm and study in retreat. Song Qingshi was exceptionally talented and focused on cultivation. He was close to Yuan Ying Dzogchen a hundred years ago. He was a cultivator who had a good chance to break through the distraction. Now that the opportunity is approaching, the retreat is consolidated, and no one doubts.

Ye Lin sighed: “I have never seen such a tragic stage of life and death. He has his hands and feet broken, blood is everywhere, and he can’t move on the ground. I was ready to let people carry the coffin. I didn’t expect that at the last moment, he took advantage of Xuanyu. When Xianzun slackened proudly, he shot the poisonous needle from the organ in his mouth into the door of the opponent’s waist.”

Although the diamond body is impenetrable, there will be a door that cannot be practiced and can only be hidden.

Ye Lin learned the ending, and then reversed the process to make sure that Yue Wuhuan was already aware of Xuan Yuxianzun’s mind and knew that he would be tortured. He kept testing and showing weakness, finding out where the door was, and deliberately waiting until he was so injured that he couldn’t move. The opponent relaxes his guard and makes the final attack.

There is only one chance, and it is fleeting.

Yue Wuhuan did not hesitate to shoot, the dead person was Xianyu Xianzun.

The stage of life and death was full of uproar. No one believed his eyes. Ye Lin sold the coffin to the disciple of Xianyu Xianzun at a low price. He took blood silkworm grass for Yue Wuhuan, took medicine to hang his life, and found a stretcher to send him. Back to Yaowanggu, he explained the whole story clearly.

Before leaving, he kept telling Qingluan: “Forget it, don’t cry, if he dies, wait for Yaowang Xianzun to come out of retreat, and settle the medicine money and **** fees paid by Yeyuge, Yurong ointment will come out. Don’t be affected by everything.”

Qing Luan suppressed his confusion and responded one by one.

She usually studies trauma, and occasionally treats inconvenient wounds on her back for Yue Wuhuan. Before leaving this time, Yue Wuhuan also had a hunch that he would be seriously injured, and various treatment plans and drugs had already been left. Qing Luan handled all the injuries properly according to the plan and what he had learned, except that the clenched hand couldn’t break away, and vaguely saw what seemed to be a white pebble inside.

Yue Wuhuan was in a coma for three days and three nights.

After waking up, he gently sniffed the smell of the stone in his hand, struggled to get out of the bed, pushed away Qingluan’s support, climbed to the Fuling Palace step by step, and then fell down again. The obscene gaze on the stage of life and death and Xuanyu Xianzun’s nasty words made him disgusting, and even the physical touch that Qing Luan had to do for treatment made him extremely uncomfortable.

The air was so dirty that he couldn’t breathe, and his mind was chaotic. He had to return to that person quickly to get comfortable and breathable.

Qing Luan knelt down and said firmly: “Brother Wuhuan, I know that something has happened to the Lord, please let me help you to see him.”

Yue Wuhuan slowly turned his head back, half-squinted her phoenix eyes, and looked at her with dangerous eyes.

Qing Luan persuaded with difficulty: “You can’t keep the secret alone. If you don’t get down on the stage of life and death, what will the Lord do?”

Yue Wuhuan fell into silence.

Qing Luan continued: “You are dead, who else can save the Lord?”

“Yes, don’t worry,” Yue Wuhuan’s voice was tired and hoarse, “I used the life card to make a legacy. If I die, I will send the letter out. He can easily find the Lord’s location… But, I I don’t want to hand over the Lord to that person, so no matter how difficult it is, I can’t die.”

The Lord’s injury is too serious, and he needs a lot of prescriptions, one by one, not every kind of medicinal material can be bought, and there is no time to slowly search for it. He has no reliance, and can only rely on himself to grab, fight, and go. Calculate. He knew he was betting on his life, but he couldn’t help but bet.

If the bet is lost, the Yizheng will tell An Long about Song Qingshi’s situation. This is the last way to survive.

Song Qingshi has lost the ability to resist, and the remaining spiritual power is all used to block the poisonous fire in his body, and anyone can do whatever he wants. The more Wuhuan, with his eyes closed, he could guess what An Long this vicious wolf would do. Thinking about the scene, it was painful to vomit.

On the stage of life and death, he lost too much blood, and his consciousness was blurred. It relied on the content of the formation and the stone in his hand to support his last breath. He couldn’t die. When he died, there would be nothing. There was something in the Gu worm that erased the memory. Type, An Long acted unscrupulously and would surely eliminate him from Song Qingshi’s mind.

He even felt that the past of Jinfeng Villa was not the most painful experience in his life.

Forgotten by Song Qingshi is…

No matter how hard **** is, he must climb back, and no one is allowed to take his lord away.

…

Yue Wuhuan finally accepted Qingluan’s proposal. It was not absolute trust, but he realized that he was in danger of being seriously injured and unconscious after a battle of life and death. If he was unconscious for several years, Song Qingshi would have an accident because there was no one to take care of him.

Qingluan finally helped him step into the secret room and saw Song Qingshi sleeping in the milky white liquid medicine and the simple furniture beside the bath.

Qing Luan asked incredulously, “Brother Wuhuan, have you been sleeping here?”

In the cold, damp and dark underground, normal people stayed for a long time and their bones were uncomfortable. How could injured people stand it…

“He likes me to be by my side, otherwise he will be lonely,” Yue Wuhuan lay down beside the bath, his tight body finally relaxed, the light in his eyes softened, and all his soul was tied to the person in the pool. He didn’t leave a trace for himself. He took Song Qingshi’s hand, smiled and kissed the back of the wet hand lightly, his voice was extremely lingering, “When Qingshi, I got blood silkworm grass, I can try a new prescription.”

“At the time of Qing Dynasty, I was still alive and didn’t get sick…”

“In Qing Dynasty, it’s spring now. May I plant some flowers and plants in your yard?”

“In the Qing Dynasty, they said that Biyulou had delicious peach blossom cakes. Shall we go to eat later?”

“Qing Shi…”

He talked endlessly to people who couldn’t hear.

He is holding the hand that doesn’t feel like he is holding the whole world.

Qing Luan quietly exited the secret room, there was no room for any outsiders.

In my memory, the song “Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix” on the phoenix tree finally lost its last color.

…

Qing Luan recalled the suffering of the past ten years, like a nightmare.

Now Song Qingshi woke up, her nightmare also woke up, the heavy burden on her shoulders fell, and her heart relaxed.

She also understood the meaning of the more unhappy, all the pain has passed, there is no need to make the Lord feel guilty and sad, looking forward, everyone’s life will be better and better in the future.

As for the relationship between the Lord and Brother Wuhuan…

Qingluan couldn’t help laughing. She was going to worship the Moon God several times, praying for a good ending.

The moonlight was dim, and there was a young man in red sitting in her courtyard carefully practicing to play the tune, playing “Feng Qiuhuang”. Unfortunately, the young man did not have the talent for music, and he could not play well no matter how hard he tried. I don’t know how to go there and not go home.

The boy was a little ashamed and gave her a quiet look.

Qingluan couldn’t help smiling, and sat beside him, listening quietly.

She hopes everyone is happy.