Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 43 Mo Yuan’s legacy

Opteron found the rat in the grass, and quickly climbed down from Song Qingshi’s waist and swam into the deep forest. The rat was agile and swiftly fled when he saw that the situation was not good. An Long knew that his pet didn’t dare to eat mice in Yaowang Valley, and he was holding back badly. Now he let the wind go, fearing that he won’t be able to eat the mice and won’t come back, so he had to go with the past to help catch the mice.

Song Qingshi first walked into the temple with Yue Wuhuan, and he regretted it as soon as he entered.

The people in the temple are all monks of various sects, with anxious and arguing faces on their faces, and they seem to be discussing something important. Most of them were disciples of famous sects such as Wushanmen and Buddhism, some were cultivating demons, and there were even a few little monks wearing Jinfeng Villa disciple’s clothes.

Song Qingshi was very disgusted with Jinfeng Villa, but he felt that he should not avoid it, otherwise he would appear to be afraid of beasts, but he did not avoid it, and worried that the more unhappy he would feel uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment, took a quiet look at Yue Wuhuan, and motioned to him to decide whether to stay.

Yue Wuhuan glanced at the crowd, paused for a moment, and said, “Master, something interesting seems to have happened.”

Song Qingshi understood, the little angel wanted to stay and watch the excitement.

Yao Wang Xianzun rarely goes out, even if Song Qingshi’s reputation is fierce, very few people know him. Yue Wuhuan wears a mask. It is only by his temperament and the half of his face exposed under the mask. Although it is beautiful, it is not so eye-catching. Moreover, there are many immortal monks who hide their appearance for various reasons. His appearance is not strange.

The cultivators of Jinfeng Villa are not very old, their cultivation bases are low, and they are like disciples who have just entered the door. The more Wuhuan’s expressions look at them, they don’t have any old hatreds. The other famous sects were not the elders who Song Qing had seen, so don’t worry about it.

Song Qingshi clarified the relationship, taking advantage of everyone’s intent to discuss and not paying attention, pretending that he was a boring casual cultivator passing by, boldly approaching the audience with Yue Wuhuan, but he heard that they were talking about water monsters and Moyuan relics nearby.

Few people know how Mo Yuan Jianzun died, only that he didn’t leave anything behind.

There are many pure water spirit orbs in the water monsters, which have many functions, and can be refined into clear water powder to nourish the water spirit roots.

Song Qingshi’s Yuan Ying’s damage had not yet healed, and he had a great demand for pure water elixir, so he was a little moved, and it was Mo Yuan Ruins that made him even more excited. Sword Master Mo Yuan is the role model that Wuhuan yearns for, maybe in the ruins. If there are any sword moves, treasures or secrets left behind, and no trace of the life of Sword Master Mo Yuan, you can look for the glorious history of mortal swordsmanship.

Yue Wuhuan seemed to think the same way, listening very engrossly.

Suddenly, the monks screamed and pulled out the magical instruments one after another. Song Qingshi looked down, and it was the white dragon who had come back after eating and drinking. It walked through the crowd with a grin, crawling towards itself, wrapping its waist and legs again, and burying its head between the neck and rubbing it, Song Qingshi took this one. The snake who has to be coquettish and hug anytime and anywhere has no choice but to warn in a low voice: “Xiao Bai, don’t make trouble, there are outsiders here.

The warning is too late…

All eyes focused on him following Opteron.

Song Qingshi was seen to have a panic attack, his body began to tighten, his expression became colder and colder, and he reappeared the lonely and indifferent Yaowang Xianzun appearance, exuding an aura that was a thousand miles away.

Xilin Gu King went around killing and fighting, his popularity was super high, and the furious beast Opteron who accompanied him was equally well-known. Seeing that Opteron took the initiative to entangle Song Qingshi and act like a baby, the monks were shocked and quickly began to analyze and judge…

The entire immortal world knows that King Xilin Gu has a very bad temper, but he has a soft spot for Yaowang Xianzun and has become crazy.

If there is an elixir suitable for Medicine King Valley in the Secret Realm, he will definitely shoot it, and if he encounters a treasure suitable for Medicine King Immortal Venerable, he will also kill and win treasures. However, King Xilin Gu did not allow others to mention this for some reason. The seven words “The Medicine King Immortal Zun Song Qingshi” were taboos in his ears. If he said that he liked Song Qingshi in front of him, he would kill. If he said Song Qingshi in front of him If the half sentence is not good, he will kill people even more.

He is the top existence among the ancestors of Yuan Ying. It is said that Zeng had just overpowered and retreated.

No cultivator dared to provoke An Long’s violent temper after seeing a horrible scene of Gu insect eating people.

An Long walked into the temple slowly following the white dragon, and glanced at the messy group of people with fierce eyes, as if he was disgusting that they were getting in the way and dirty his sight. Everyone was so frightened that they didn’t even dare to let out the atmosphere, and quickly retreated to both sides, leaving Song Qingshi, who had not reacted, stood on the spot holding the white dragon blankly, his whole body stiff.

Yue Wuhuan frowned slightly and stepped forward, quietly blocking part of the sight of Song Qingshi.

An Long was accustomed to the attention. He strode to Song Qingshi’s side, his ferocious face instantly turned into a dead skinny face, and he teased the Opteron on his shoulders as he pleased and said: “Qing Shi, what are you listening to?”

Song Qingshi’s face was cold, and he whispered, “Making a fool.”

An Long was happily being scolded, and said with a hippie smile: “I didn’t mean it.”

At this moment, who can’t guess Song Qingshi’s identity?

It is said that Wang Xianzun of traditional Chinese medicine has a perverse personality and is very poisonous, and will drag people who are not pleasing to the eyes to become medicine people at any time. And the beauty in the golden mask who was waiting for him must have been ruined, the madman who was in a moody and cruel way was unhappy; plus the fierce and brutal Xilin Gu King…the three most unreasonable in the immortal world The villains are gathered together.

Among the monks present, the highest cultivation level is the Golden Core Dzogchen. Where would you dare to touch the evil scales of the villains? The people who were still talking about the wealth just now are all shrunk like quail, especially those who hold a bit of beauty, and are even more frightened of Song Qingshi-even the unhappy young man who is all over the country is willing to disfigure and make it. Madman, the ancestor of such a savage primordial infant is simply not a human!

Song Qingshi was more nervous by these sights, and his expression was even more unnatural…

In the eyes of others, it looks like killing at any time.

An Long knew his nature and couldn’t help but snickered for a long time, then quietly said in his ear: “Qing Shi, you are so fierce.”

Song Qingshi was so angry that a pill fire scorched his forehead.

An Long jumped away wailing, begging for mercy, he didn’t care about this shame, even a little bit of heartbreak. Because in Xilin, it is natural for a man to be afraid of his daughter-in-law, and to be afraid of Taoists. Beating is a personal curse or love. He especially likes to be beaten and scolded by Song Qingshi. It can not only declare his territory to everyone, but also help him relieve his nervousness.

Yue Wuhuan had seen his stupid thoughts a long time ago, just thought it was naive and ridiculous, and didn’t take it seriously.

As soon as he entered the door, part of his attention was attracted by the acquaintance standing in the corner. It was an overseas casual cultivator named Wu Jing, and his appearance was very impressive and magnificent. Yue Wuhuan remembered some interesting past events, and felt bad thoughts in his heart, wanting to do something happy that he hadn’t done for a long time. He took advantage of Song Qingshi’s attention not on his body, gently raised his rosy lips, smiled at San Xiu, and the phoenix eyes under the mask were shining, bringing out a bit of beauty.

Wu Jing was almost obsessed with it.

Yue Wuhuan immediately grabbed a smile, retracted his gaze, and stood by Song Qingshi’s side in an orderly manner. He was cautious in his words and deeds, so dignified that he could not be profaned.

Obviously a stunner, but pretending to be a noble and holy child, such a gap is even more tickling and unbearable.

…

After Song Qingshi burned Anlong, the stiffness on his body was a little better. He coldly said to everyone, “Speaking from the beginning.”

An Long knew that when he was nervous, his thinking was prone to jump, and he often said things inexplicably, so he completed the questioning for him, and directly named: “The fool in the corner in the yellow clothes has a cow nose with a comb on his head, yes, It’s just you two, isn’t it right? Come over and tell the whole thing! If you don’t speak well, and you don’t make Qing Shi satisfied, Lao Tzu will change.”

His substitution generally refers to kill and then change.

Where did the two monks who were named dared to disobey, they hurried forward and explained the matter in detail.

It turned out that a water monster suddenly appeared in the nearby Yueyan River. It swallowed a lot of fishermen. The whole Yueyan River could no longer be launched. The fishermen had no choice but to ask the nearby cultivation school for help. However, this name was Chi Although the name of Longzong’s domineering sect, it is actually a poor sect that studies talisman. The supreme master is just a golden core monk. He has good conduct and has no fight with the world on weekdays. It makes talisman for each sect. Less popular.

Water monsters are not particularly strong monsters, so Sect Master Chilong took a few disciples to exterminate the fishermen, but he did not return. When the various sects sent people to pick up the predetermined spells, they learned about it from the panicked little disciple of the Chilong Sect. At this time, it had been three days since the Chilong Sect’s sovereign had disappeared.

As a result, several sects were summed up, and each sent a master to check it out again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the water monster hid in the underwater cave. The masters chased in, only to find that there is a world in the water cave, and there are several sword marks outside the rock wall, all with endless murderous aura, it seems to be like the Mo Yuan swordsman of the past. stay. The depths of the water cave were pitch black, and there was an unknown crisis hidden. The masters were afraid of fraud and did not dare to trespass. They only searched around the entrance of the cave and rescued a lucky Red Dragon Sect disciple. However, this disciple was unconscious. Without waking up, his black hair turned white, and he seemed to be greatly frightened.

The monks discussed for a long time, some said that they would go back to invite Yuanying ancestors, some said that they wanted everyone to join the battle, some said that they had to test several times in batches to figure out the details… Finally, a few bold monks were moved by the Mo Yuan ruins. It’s hard to bear, and I went to the water tunnel to investigate, but disappeared again…

“Save people first!” The Wushanmen disciple cried, “My brother fell inside. If I drag it down, I’m afraid it will be dangerous.”

The monk of Miao Yinzong said angrily: “Bah! Your brother’s fate is important, isn’t the fate of others important?”

The monks couldn’t help arguing again.

Song Qingshi said softly: “Let me see which disciple is unconscious first.”

His voice was drowned in the quarrel, and no one heard it. An Long couldn’t stand it any longer. He waved his hand and paved the way with thousands of gu worms. Everyone was frightened to flee. Then he caught a young disciple of the Scarlet Dragon Sect and let him go. He led the way to see patients.

The young disciple had just entered the immortal gate. The ignorant was not afraid of the villain. He heard that his brother was saved, and immediately led the person to the backyard: “The brother has just been rescued and his condition is not good. It is inconvenient to move, so Master Zhihui placed him. Here, I will send it back when my condition improves.”

Song Qingshi followed him into the inner room and saw that the patient on the bed really had white hair and beard. He stretched out his mind and circled his body to make sure that except for a few bruises, there were no major injuries that could cause a coma. Then he took out the gold needle. He put a few needles on his head, his spiritual power guided his spiritual consciousness, and slowly stimulated the acupuncture points. When he turned his head and saw that the more Wuhuan was there, he asked An Long to take the Jingxin pill and pour it into him with a crane…

An Long did not follow his instructions.

The patient woke up under the stimulation of the golden needles, he opened his eyes suddenly, and let out a cry of extreme horror: “Snakes! Lots of snakes!”

When Opteron heard him calling himself, he poked his head curiously.

The patient glanced at the huge snake head beside the bed, rolled his eyes again, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.

The disciples of the Chilong Sect went from joy to sorrow, crying from heaven to earth.

“It’s okay,” Song Qingshi was a little embarrassed. He took the Opteron back, punched the manuscript in his mind several times, and began to recite the medical records. “The patient was unconscious because of excessive fear and confusion in the sea of ​​consciousness. I am already unconscious. After sorting out his spiritual knowledge for him, he will wake up again soon…I will leave some meditation pills and requiem for you, and it will be better after a few days of recuperation. In addition, the patient may leave a psychological shadow on the snake. Need to pay attention to in life, try to avoid contact with stimulus sources.”

The diagnosis of the first physician in the fairy world is very convincing.

The disciples of Chilongzong went from sadness to joy again, but they cried again when they thought of the unidentified master.

“There are all snakes in the water cave?” An Long’s heart was in full bloom. Wangu Sect was the ancestor of snakes. There must be something magical about the snakes that can live in underwater caves. He wanted to catch some and tame them back, so he pulled Song Qingshi. Discussed, “You accompany me? The water monster belongs to you, the snake belongs to me. If there are good things left by Mo Yuan, they will be divided equally.”

Song Qingshi thought for a while, and agreed: “It’s getting dark now, it’s not suitable for going into the water. Prepare for it first, and then go tomorrow.”

The water monster is not a powerful monster, but its body is close to transparent, and it can’t be found at night, seriously increasing its danger.

The disciples of the Chilong Sect were grateful for their gratitude, weeping, and kowtow for help from his master.

An Long was not interested in his master, and happily ran to prepare the vessel for the snake. After Song Qingshi determined that the patient’s condition was stable, he wanted to find Yue Wuhuan and talk about it with great interest. By the way, he asked him if he wanted to go into the water together. A big adventure similar to that in “Three Brothers” to increase the relationship.

He was a little surprised why Yue Wuhuan didn’t follow him, let out his spiritual sense, and found him in a secluded corner who didn’t know who to talk to.

Song Qingshi ran over and was stunned…

He saw Yue Wuhuan with a smile at the corner of his mouth, leaning against the tree with his arms folded and playing with fallen leaves in his hand, and he seemed to be in a great mood. There is a tall and handsome male repairman, blushing, stumbling and confessing to him: “It’s great if you would be willing…I, I don’t mind your disfigurement, I will treat you well…”

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small theater

Crowd A: “I heard that the beauty of Wuhuan was not only disfigured, but also mad! The people who did this are really cruel and inhumane!”

Crowd B: “I heard that the person was tired of playing with the big beauty and deliberately spoiled his beauty!”

Crowd C: “I heard that man is a beast!”

Song Qingshi: “Who is that person???”