Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 99 Memories of Mo Yuan

Song Qingshi’s face was full of tears, and his voice became mute when he cried. The uncomfortable feeling finally faded, but the matter is not over yet, and he needs to face it firmly and do everything he needs to do. Feng Jun asked him for water, cleaned his body, rested for a while, then took him to the remote field, put up various shielding formations, let him take the medicine again, and began a new toss ruthlessly until the golden core was formed. .

The dark clouds are overwhelming, and the thunder is coming.

Feng Jun was afraid that the law of heaven would not abide by the rules, so he took all precautions and guarded him.

Fortunately, the difficulty of crossing the robbery this time was normal, and no accidents happened.

Song Qingshi took the medicine to temporarily restore his physical strength, forcibly cheered up, concentrated his attention, and skillfully operated the double fire in his body, carrying countless magical instruments and spells, and successfully passed the test of heaven and earth. In the end, the dark clouds dissipated, and his body and Jin Dan became more perfect in the tempering of thunder and lightning.

It’s finally over.

Song Qingshi was lying on the ground, feeling that his whole body was hollowed out, tired and painful, and could not even move a finger. Feng Jun came over, asked a lot of questions and said a lot of gentle words, but he couldn’t hear him at all. He had no time to say “thank you” to Feng Jun gratefully, and then fainted.

Feng Jun hugged him into his arms, checked that the golden core was okay, and finally relieved. He gently kissed the messy broken hair of the person in his arms. He wanted to let go but was reluctant to bear this clean breath of longing for a long time. This is his entanglement in his heart, as if poisoned by addiction:

“No thanks.”

“Your original, I will find it for you; I will give you everything you want…”

“Body, heart, life, soul, everything I have can give you…”

“Let me be your only answer…”

…

The next day, Song Qingshi was sore all over, didn’t want to get up, put on a robe, and lay on the chaise couch to study prescriptions. Feng Jun was preparing a pill furnace and alchemy workshop for him. He planned to use the resources at hand to refine a batch of basic pill. Tianwumen knew that he was good at alchemy and happily provided many medicinal materials, hoping to get some of the finished products.

Song Jincheng came to visit with Rong Guifang’s buns, and found that his voice was hoarse and exhausted, he showed a look of guilt for some reason, he wanted to stop talking for a long time, and asked carefully: “You suffered a serious crime last night?”

Song Qingshi remembered his uncomfortable feeling last night. He was uncomfortable, as if ants were still crawling. He moved his body with difficulty, not wanting to talk about this topic: “Well, it’s all over.”

Song Jincheng’s eyes were red: “Have you taken medicine?”

Song Qingshi answered honestly: “It’s used.”

“That’s good,” Song Jincheng saw that although he had endured the pain, his body seemed to be okay, his will was strong, he had no thoughts of suicide, and he did not intend to blame himself. He finally relieved his heart and comforted him indiscriminately. You have to relax, there is no obstacle in the world.”

He also wanted to say a few more inspiring words. Seeing Feng Jun’s figure from a distance, he immediately looked like a mouse that saw a cat, and slipped away with his tail pinched.

Song Qingshi was inexplicable and felt that the child was even stupid.

Feng Jun had prepared several pill furnaces, so he didn’t think about the fool, got up happily, and took Feng Jun to go to alchemy together. He found that Feng Jun’s alchemy techniques were also very good, and he could cooperate with him in tacit understanding. I was so happy that I was about to cry. I don’t know how I could meet such a good beauty and learn God, probably because I have accumulated a lot of blessings in my life.

He would definitely listen to Feng Jun obediently and be a boyfriend of twenty-four filial piety.

Although he is not as good as Feng Jun, he is not as beautiful as Feng Jun, and it seems that he is not rich in Feng Jun? But he will practice hard, buy a big house, buy a luxury boat, then buy a ring to propose, and hold a ceremony for the marriage partner. You can’t save every step, and you can’t let others make fun of Feng Jun and find a man with a fruitless soft meal.

Song Qing stubbornly planned the future while refining alchemy.

…

After busying for several days, Tianwumen finally arranged the matter of entering the battlefield and solving the puzzle. The distracted ancestor set up a large defensive formation, and then hundreds of disciples gathered on the martial arts field, sitting properly and silently. Feng Jun quietly summoned his red bird incarnation and stayed nearby, being vigilant around him.

Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan’s puzzle array is not dangerous. You can give up answering questions at any time, choose to fail, and withdraw from the array.

Everyone has only one chance to enter the battle and solve the problem, and they can’t come back after they quit.

After Yu Wenyan explained the white rules to everyone, Song Qingshi let two kinds of different fires appear in his palms, and then slowly condensed into red and black lotus flowers. This is his natal magic weapon condensed after forming the golden core, just like the body. Instinct appeared naturally.

This is probably part of his lost memory.

As Song Qingshi thought, he grabbed the tiger support and used alchemy techniques to evenly distribute the two kinds of different fires on the copper ring. The iron lotus seeds inside the copper ring moved, making a crisp and sweet sound, and the sound became more and more. Anxious, getting faster and faster, and then the above formations lit up one by one, emitting a magnificent golden red halo, which gradually spread like mist, covering the entire martial arts field.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and the surroundings became quiet.

Song Qingshi’s sanity became trance. He waited for a long time. When the fog dispersed and the surroundings became clear, he was surprised to find that his body size had become smaller, as if… when he was twelve or thirteen years old, his cultivation level had also fallen. When I first practiced Qi, but it was worse than then. I didn’t practice cold jade exercises. I practiced the **** exercises that can be seen everywhere. Fortunately, I was young and had only a small flame left in my body. Light a fire in the kitchen, barely able to suppress it with spiritual power. There was no mustard bag, no spirit stone or any valuables, only a few golden needles and a few simple herbs in his pocket.

The passing monks cast disgusting glances at him, and a kind nun also threw a piece of silver to him.

Song Qingshi looked at his tattered clothes and the mud made by digging medicine between his nails. He thought about it for a long time, suspecting that the other party regarded himself as a beggar. He picked up the silver and wanted to chase it back to the female cultivator, but found out I couldn’t speak, I could only make a simple babble.

The kind-hearted nun’s eyes became more pitiful, and she gave him two more silvers and asked him to eat something good.

Song Qingshi was holding silver, even more melancholy.

At this moment, a very temperamental man’s voice came in his mind. The way he spoke was a bit like Feng Jun, but it was lower, with an indescribable sadness: “Excuse me, are you willing to save me?”

When Song Qingshi heard the question, he immediately became energetic. He quickly replied, “Yes!”

He is a doctor, what is his best at saving people!

The voice in his mind disappeared. After a long time, the task appeared in Song Qingshi’s sea of ​​consciousness:

The storybook “Nie Hai Floating Flower Record” is about a beautiful young man named Qu Yurong, who was originally a proud little son of a famous composer in the fairy world. The good times didn’t last long, Qu Jia encountered the enemy’s murderous hand and was destroyed. He lost his support. The enemy found his water system spiritual root body and stunning beauty. He deliberately humiliated him and sold him to the most famous flower house in the fairy world. The content is not harmonious. There are several men involved in the middle, kindness and grievances. God knows why those men love him while tossing him with all kinds of tricks. In the end, he finally immersed in the bedclothes and understood the fun. Obediently became the forbidden of these men, and led a happy life of being loved.

Song Qingshi was blind, and felt that the author’s three logical views might have problems. From a psychological point of view, Qu Yurong suffered from a severe Stockholm syndrome. His so-called love was just tortured into a habit. The prisoner’s little tenderness was used as love, persuading himself to sink in.

Now, Qu Yurong has just been sold into the Xiaoguanguan and is undergoing pre-job training.

His task is to rescue Qu Yurong from bad luck and let him live a truly happy life.

Song Qingshi felt that the task was not difficult. Although he hadn’t done it before, he inexplicably felt that he was very good at this kind of things and very confident.

He geared up, immediately chose to accept the task, and then confidently went to the Tianxianglou described in the book and this poor boy named Qu Yurong.

The formation world arranged for him as a mute man who gathers medicine for a living. When Song Qingshi passed by the store, he looked in the mirror and found that his body was very similar to when he was a child in the world of Xiuxian. He was short, skinny and skinny. The sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, the eyes are big and uncoordinated, and the hair is few and yellow. It is an ugly monster. He wondered that when he entered the puzzle, the formation was adjusted according to the original appearance of the solver, and he was restored to his childhood appearance, and he could be restored when he went out, without taking it to heart.

Dumb does not affect writing.

Song Qingshi found a wooden sign, wrote the words Tianxianglou, and asked people gesticulatingly. Along the way, he encountered more than a dozen “illiterate” people. After a long time, he remembered that the words in the world of Sword Master Mo Yuan were ancient words. After changing the font, I finally met a kind person, got the correct answer, and ran all the way to the test paper.

He used to be a casual cultivator, had no friends, spent most of his time in the mountains or in a house, and had never been to a flower house.

Song Qingshi stood at the entrance of Tianxiang Tower, thinking about how minors would enter the door for a long time. The passing turtle glanced at him, thinking it was a child who sold him, and wanted to pull the door, but he looked at it and felt too ugly to sell, so he scoffed twice and drove him directly to the side.

The road to sell yourself is also broken…

Song Qingshi circled the Tianxiang Tower, and suddenly remembered what Song Jincheng had taught-over the wall to drill a hole.

He doesn’t like over the wall, which means he doesn’t like to be a guest at a friend’s house or over the wall to do bad things. It does not include over the wall such as avoiding danger or saving people.

Nowadays, the examination paper needs to be turned over the wall to answer questions, then turn over.

Song Qingshi observed his surroundings without any psychological pressure and made sure that no one was there. Then, he jumped and climbed up the fence by the big tree next to him.

Tianxianglou is a flowered building in the fairy world. A defensive enchantment is arranged in the wall, and when touched, it will warn you.

This kind of ancient barrier is very simple. Song Qingshi studied it a little and easily found the position of the formation eye, quietly tore a hole with a stone, then changed the formation method, leaving a loophole, and then sneaked in.

At noon, when the flower building was resting, it was quiet everywhere, and there were no people.

He mobilized his spiritual power to pinch a magic trick, hide his breath, manipulated a few butterflies, borrowed the eyes of insects to explore the surrounding situation, successfully avoided the guards, and dived little by little to the backyard where the boys lived…

“who are you?”

Suddenly, the voice of a young man and a slight sound of iron chains came from the ground.

Song Qingshi was taken aback and looked around, and finally found the window of the basement. In the window was sitting a thin and thin boy in ragged clothes. He was only about fourteen or five years old. His skin was pale without seeing the sky, he suffered from chronic malnutrition and was extremely thin. His feet were locked with long iron chains. The chains seemed to be tied for a long time, and many blood stains were worn out on his ankles. The back of his hands were firmly imprisoned, and his whole body was covered with traces of abuse.

He slowly raised his head, his face was marked with two long scars, the beautiful jade was flawed, especially eye-catching, ruining the beauty of the original Ying Qingguo Qingcheng, lost all the focus in the beautiful phoenix eyes, it seems that nothing can be seen… …And there is a small red mole under his left eye.

Song Qingshi was stunned.

Even though the boy’s age and appearance were slightly different, and he felt a little different, he still recognized that this was Feng Jun’s appearance.

He hurriedly faced the window and wanted to ask who the other party was. He worked hard for a long time, but only a slight babbling sound came out from his throat.

The boy listened for a long time, but he didn’t understand what he was trying to say, but he knew that people were still looking at him. He gently dragged the iron chain on his feet and changed his posture to show his thin waist and perfect length. Legs, and then smiled, with charming charm in the gentle voice, with words wrapped in honey, I wanted to lead the prey into the sweet trap:

“I haven’t heard your voice, are you not from here?”

“You save me, okay? I am willing to serve you.”

“My body is still clean. I haven’t been touched by a guest. It’s the first time. Do you want it?”

“Are you asking my name?”

“My name is Wuhuan.”