Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 54 Nanhai Flower Festival

Almost all the disciples of the Chilong Sect went to kneel at the ancestral hall, and every year their palms were reddened by the master, and they cried violently.

Disharmonious scripts were all burned, strict education, correct learning attitude, and re-correct the three views.

Song Qingshi was very satisfied with Yanyuan Xianjun’s treatment. He asked Yue Wuhuan to give the children a full set of mathematics textbooks, and then let Transonic Bird send her a collection of exercises every three to five times, study hard, check the exams, check the results, and help her in Going further on the road of the talisman,

Xianjun Yanyuan was overjoyed, thanked and thanked.

Sister Lan and the others also said that they would definitely help Yaowang Xianzun to supervise the children’s study and not tolerate mischief.

Every year, I cried harder. Master was right. His gentle appearance was an illusion. Yaowang Xianzun was a vicious man. She never imagined that she would marry such a brother when she grew up. It was terrible! The more Wuhuan brother is better, with a gentle temperament and a friendly smile, he also helped her to persuade her master not to be impatient, saying that it is better for children to learn slowly, not so eagerly, and will choose simple textbooks to make her life happier.

She thinks it is better to marry a brother like Yue Wuhuan when she grows up.

Song Qingshi checked Yanyuan Xianjun’s body, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he was ready to leave with Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wuhuan was a little worried: “We are leaving, what should Brother An do? He said he was greedy, but he didn’t show up in the town. Where did he go?”

“Probably doing something bad,” Song Qingshi smiled, “It’s okay, he is not a child, and he is good at tracking spells, he needs to find us, and he can naturally find a way. He has always acted erratic, and occasionally he would act halfway. , The situation of running out of sight is very annoying, I usually leave him to act on my own…Don’t worry, he will send letters for help when something happens.”

The more Wuhuan had some regrets, he could only give up.

The two rode to Nanhai City. Nanhai City is like spring all year round, with blooming flowers, and the flower festival has begun. The whole city is turned into a country of flowers, and every household is decorated with flowers. The fragrance of flowers is everywhere, and the restaurant offers a variety of flowers. When cooking food, young girls and teenagers will arrange flowers at the temples, laughing and joking. Even old women in their 70s or 80s can’t help but pin a few small white flowers on their chests.

Song Qing had never participated in the flower festival, which was quite fresh.

He quietly looked at the cheat sheet in his sleeve, confirmed the answer, and prepared to explain customs to Yue Wuhuan.

Yue Wu Huan smiled and interrupted his recitation: “My Lord, I have been here.”

“When are you?” Song Qingshi understood as soon as he spoke. His memory was full of Yue Wuhuan’s appearance when he first came to Yaowang Valley. He always forgot that he had been sleeping for ten years and that he had not kept up with Yue Wuhuan’s growth. , Still staying in the past time.

The things he didn’t do well, the more Wuhuan did it himself, and the places he hadn’t been, the more Wuhuan had gone.

He is stupid enough.

“I seldom go out,” Song Qingshi thought of this and laughed, “Wuhuan, can you show me around?”

During the flower festival in Nanhai City, guests came and crowded.

Song Qingshi is not easy to use pill fire to open the way, nor to use poison to injure the innocent. From time to time, he was attracted by the fresh things on the roadside stalls, so he was buried in the crowd again and again, and then washed away.

The more unhappy it is, the more inconvenient it is to catch him with the blood king vine in the crowd. After thinking and thinking, enduring and forbearing, when he was once again pulled by a roadside vendor to sell fruits because of his tender face, he finally reached out and grabbed him. With his arm, he walked away: “There are too many people, don’t go away.”

Song Qingshi took one of the two blue fruits he had just bought and handed it to him, smiling and asking, “Are you eating?”

“This is very sour and not tasty,” Yue Wuhuan took the fruit, “If you want to taste it, I will pickle it with sugar before giving it to you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Song Qingshi wipe the fruit in his hand, then bit his mouth, too late to stop: “It’s very dirty.”

Song Qingshi thought for a while: “I don’t think it’s sour, it’s delicious.”

The more Huanhuan said helplessly: “It’s sour.”

Song Qingshi lost the fruit in his hand and said with a smile: “I was joking, it is really sour.”

The sun was almost at the mid-day. Yue Wuhuan took him into a clean tea house, found a place by the window, took out his own tea set, wiped it carefully a few times, and then lost it. The Lingshi gave Xiao Er, asked him to take some petals, clean them, and then personally make a pot of scented tea with homemade pastries, and hand them to Song Qingshi.

Along the way, he would do this whenever he had the opportunity.

Song Qingshi knew that he was serious about cleanliness, so he accepted it obediently. Looking back at the tea customers around, they found that the monks had already quietly turned their eyes away, and did not dare to look at their side, the lovers at the table next to them, and left in a hurry. On the contrary, ordinary passers-by who were curious saw the beauty of the more unhappy mask, and secretly glanced a lot more.

When An Long was next to him, everyone was afraid to avoid him. He felt it was normal. After all, Alaska looked fierce.

Now that Anlong is not there, everyone is still avoiding…

Although his Yao Wang Xianzun has a fierce reputation, he rarely walks around and knows very few people. He had brought Yue Wuhuan to Lecheng before, and he had never encountered such a scene. It’s the first time for him to come to Nanhai City, and it is even more unlikely that he will leave any traces, so the less joy these people are afraid of?

Wuhuan, what did you do?

Song Qingshi’s expression became more solemn.

Yue Wuhuan looked around, understood his hesitation, and explained with a smile: “Every year at the flower festival, there are sea merchants here. At that time, Ye Lin sent me a message that Lan Lingzhi appeared, so I came.”

Lan Lingzhi is a very rare elixir useful for repairing limbs.

Song Qingshi nodded, indicating that he understood that this was the medicine for him.

“After I bought Lan Lingzhi with a lot of money, I was targeted by bad guys.” Yue Wuhuan’s expression was a little aggrieved. “They saw that I was just a foundation cultivator, so they wanted to kill people for treasure. I really had no choice but to kill them. The method may have been skipped…” He just used the trick, set a trap, controlled the bad embryos with the puppet incense, and then experimented with the newly developed bone drunk poison. After success, he happily used them with the blood king. The vine hung on the city gate, deterring Xiaoxiao.

It was a little overdone that time, and it was recognized by others, right?

If he knew that the Lord would come here, he would not play that big, or he would hide his true face better when playing.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it regretfully, and then asked, “Holy Lord, have I done something wrong?”

Song Qingshi resolutely said: “You are right, you should use thunder means to deal with bad people!”

“Well, I will pay attention to it in the future.” Yue Wu laughed and changed the subject, “Honored Lord, there are many interesting things in the flower festival. We stay here. Two hours later, there should be floats passing by. The beauty of Nanhai City is very famous. Every year, the most beautiful girls are selected to play the role of fairy tales on the floats. Many famous painters will gather here to make portraits of beauties. I came and went in a hurry last time and I didn’t see the floats, which is quite regrettable.”

What’s more regrettable is that I didn’t find the **** painter.

Song Qingshi was very curious about the floats, lying on the windowsill, looking around to see the excitement.

He waited for a long, long time, and finally waited until the float came. On the float were twin sisters, one with the color of flowers and the other with the appearance of a sinking fish. He wore an exquisite stepping crown on his head, dressed in a gorgeous feather coat, and covered all over his body. Jinzhuyuye, who played the phoenix in the myth, flew in the air in a floating formation on a float made of flame flowers, and then they waved their wing-like sleeves and danced gracefully, as beautiful as two real ones. The bird.

All the spectators watched mesmerized and squeezed forward desperately, throwing gold pearls on the floats.

The more Wuhuan picks this teahouse is still some distance away from the floats, and the eyes are not real enough.

Song Qingshi quietly released his spiritual thoughts, controlled the dragonflies and butterflies around him, flew to the float, and circled around, seeing everything carefully, without missing a minute.

Yue Wuhuan leaned over, seeing that he looked so carefully, endured and endured, and felt a little unhappy, the blood king vine sneaked out from the ground with his heart, quietly wrapped his legs, and tightened tightly. , And then attached to the ear, and asked in a coquettish tone: “Master, are they good-looking?”

Song Qingshi turned around and said sincerely: “It looks good, but not as good as you.”

The sisters are all dressed up fake phoenixes, and his family Wuhuan is a real phoenix that does not need to be modified.

The more Wuhuan asked happily, “Why don’t the lord look at them, just look at me?”

Song Qingshi retracted his gaze looking at the float, sat down again, and looked at him seriously: “Okay.”

The Lord is so good…

Everything went according to his heart, and there was nothing to make him sad.

Yue Wuhuan feels a little uneasy for some reason, and always feels something is wrong. This place is not suitable for tourism. There are too many bad people outside and too much dirty stuff. It is necessary to solve all the troubles early and bring the Lord back to Yaowanggu with peace of mind.

The two looked at each other speechlessly and drank tea in silence.

When the sun was still early in the evening, the two of them entered the inn where they were staying. Yue Wuhuan said that these days they were running around and couldn’t sleep well and were really tired, and wanted to stay in the room and read quietly. Song Qingshi came to accompany him, stumbled and told him a strange story about “Little Red Riding Hood”, and brushed up some math problems. Seeing that Yue Wuhuan was still drowsy, he made him a cup of tea to help him sleep. Yue Wuhuan refused but could only drink it. He did not expect that the sleeping tea made by the Lord himself was super effective. After a while, his eyelids began to fight, and he clearly wanted to stay asleep late, but he couldn’t open it. He worked hard. Resisting sleepiness, gradually fell asleep.

In this dream, he became a big bad wolf, tied the Lord in the forest, doing terrible and dirty things.

The Lord has been crying, begging for mercy, begging him to stop…

He wanted to stop, but couldn’t stop.

In the end, he forcibly awakened himself from his dream, and then faced the traces of his body in pain, wanted to scratch his body severely, wanted to slap himself with the blood king vine as punishment, and was afraid of being discovered. In the end, Restrained, he pinched a few red marks in his palm, and slowly calmed his breath.

The Blood King Vine is swimming around…

Suddenly, he realized that something seemed to be missing, the smell of requiem floating in the air?

There is no one in the next room. The blood king vines wrapped around the Lord’s feet are loose. Where has the Lord gone?

Did you run away? no yet?

Yue Wuhuan’s breathing was messed up, and Madein’s fear struck him. He put on his clothes in a mess, put on a mask, and rushed out of the room frantically…

He can’t lose the treasure.

That is the only meaning for him to live.

…

The moonlight is like water, quiet and silent.

The painter is making a painting, and on the picture scroll is the pair of beautiful Phoenix sisters, whose pure features are painted enchanting and seductive.

Suddenly, he realized that someone was knocking on the window lightly behind him. He turned his head and saw that he was a young boy with a childish appearance and clear eyes, wearing a pile of snow clothes, sitting on his window sill, calmly and quietly. Knowing how long I watched, I seem to be very interested in his paintings.

Could it be that he came for painting? I don’t know what painting is it?

The painter scrutinized the boy’s appearance harshly. It was not a stunning beauty. The figure was a little thin, but he had a clean temperament and his skin was completely white. If he could take off his beautiful snow coat, it would be half-covered. Hiddenly revealing his body and putting on a state of welcoming when he wants to refuse, it can arouse his desire for creation.

Song Qingshi was a little uncomfortable with his strange gaze. He gathered up the white vestments on his body, and then cautiously said, “Excuse me…Are you the author of “Prosperous Beauty”?”

When the painter saw him mention his most proud work, he was delighted: “Yes.”

“Great, I’ve been looking for you for a long time,” Song Qingshi sighed in relief. He controlled the insects to go around on the float parade several times, and found that the artist’s style was very similar to the person he was looking for, but he was worried about making mistakes. She was so afraid to tell Yue Wuhuan, she secretly ran out to confirm, “I didn’t expect to meet you here, you, do you like painting that kind of painting?”

The painter smiled and said: “Naturally I like it. Don’t be so shy. I will draw a picture for you?”

Song Qingshi lowered his head and smiled embarrassedly. The beautiful black lotus flower bloomed in his hand, and the lotus petals opened one by one.

Those who paint the scene of purgatory should return to purgatory.