Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 96 Phoenix token

Song Qingshi left a medical plan and gave the follow-up treatment of the wounded to the hospital in the town. Then he went to the pharmacy to prepare some commonly used medicinal materials, bought a new pill furnace, and prepared to have the opportunity to open the furnace for alchemy. As a doctor, with medicine in hand, I don’t panic in my heart.

Feng Jun didn’t know where to find a Dharma ship and sent everyone to Tianwumen.

When setting out, the innkeeper took his wife out to see him off, waived all expenses, and prepared various ingredients. The monks and family members of the wounded who had been treated in the town also came, and they smiled and gave Song Qing a lot of thanks.

Song Qingshi declined, leaving only a few baskets of eggs to feed Xiaobai.

Under the guidance of the fairy beast, the ship slowly vacated into the sky. Song Qingshi stood by the window, looking at the town and country, everywhere with smoke, mountains and rivers, the scenery remained the same, but it was slightly different from the memory… He thought for a long time, finally I found that there seemed to be no slaves in this world.

In his memory, most of the mortals were slaves to monks, treated as pigs and dogs, didn’t know how to resist, and lived numbly. Nowadays, he sees that many shops and restaurants are run by mortals, there are also many artisans in the workshops, and there are mortal apprentices in the medical pharmacies. Most of them are energetic and full of hope for life.

Once, if a mortal accidentally touched the corner of a monk’s clothing, he might be killed. Now, he often sees the monk and the mortal drinking and chatting, and everyone is talking and laughing, and they seem to get along well.

How did all this change?

“It’s Mrs. Qingluan. She has developed a lot of cheap drugs.” Song Jincheng realized his doubts and once again showed off his ancestors. “After the popularization of drugs, the survival rate of mortals has increased. Mrs. Qingluan recruited mortals in Yaowanggu. Being a doctor, opening medical clinics in various places in the Xiuxian Realm… During that period of darkness, the Xiuxian Realm suffered heavy casualties and severely lacked manpower. Everyone saw that the doctors raised by Yaowanggu were quite good, so they gave a lot of work to mortals. Craftsmen, physicians, farmers…I can’t say it, anyway, there are more and more mortals, and everyone is used to it. Some mortals with good spiritual roots have the opportunity to become monks in the world of cultivation. Many people have broken through the golden core. The Bailu Academy in Beizhou is a sect created by mortals. It only accepts mortal disciples and is quite large.”

Song Qingshi praised: “Mrs. Qingluan is really an amazing woman.”

Song Jincheng proudly: “She just wrote too many medical books and learning materials, which tortured us to death, and everything else was pretty good.”

“Qingluan is not that great, she just sorted out your… Master’s information, and then simplified it.” Feng Jun couldn’t help laughing when he saw Song Qing being crooked by the bear kid. “Master left too much stuff. It’s too difficult. Qingluan didn’t learn everything by herself, so she was far from it. She gave up the rare and difficult medical techniques and pill prescriptions, and focused her learning on common diseases and common treatment techniques, and then summed up a set of common treatments. Teaching materials that everyone can learn to train physicians in large numbers.”

Song Qingshi has outstanding talents and is obsessed with medicine. He has obtained the Medicine King’s Inheritance, has studied for thousands of years, and has left behind a pile of prescriptions, medical books, and experimental materials, such as bone injuries. He has 84 treatment methods. Qingluan only selected eight of the most commonly used, simplified prescriptions, and then entered the textbooks.

The difference is probably…

Song Qingshi’s technique can heal a hundred people, each of them recovers perfectly without any sequelae, but it is expensive and difficult to learn. Only one apprentice of Yue Wuhuan is cultivated.

Qingluan’s simplified technique can only cure 90 people, and there is a chance of sequelae, but she can quickly train thousands of doctors all over the world, with low prices, heal hundreds of thousands of millions of the same. patient.

Which of the two methods is better than the worse is not to be debated.

However, Song Qingshi’s research is the cornerstone of all this.

Feng Jun leaned on Song Qingshi’s shoulder and whispered, “I did everything you told me.”

Whether it is to protect Yaowanggu, follow the will of the first teacher, help Qingluan become a good doctor, promote her ideas, or leave tolerance during revenge and not let the world be destroyed, he has tried his best to do it… even the nasty correctness The answer, he took care of it too…

He listened to every sentence.

Song Qingshi thought he was talking about the ship, and held his hand tightly: “Thank you.”

Feng Jun looked at the white fingertips exposed under the robe, and asked eagerly, “Can I get a reward?”

Song Qingshi was refreshed: “Hey, I will give you whatever you want.”

Feng Jun licked his lips and said ambiguously: “Tonight, I’m coming to you, we are in bed…studying?”

Song Qingshi was even happier: “Okay, I’ll stay with you all night. You can study as many books as you want.”

…

Song Jincheng hid next to him, feeling that Song Qingshi had been deeply bewildered by Feng Jun, no matter in his eyes or in his voice, it was full of affection…

Alone and widowed “female” appointment to study at night? Although he is a young man, he understands this process. He reads the book about planting first, and he has enough fruit, then he reads the book about agriculture, studying spring plowing, plowing, irrigation and sowing…

Seeing Song Qingshi’s beauty, I don’t know that he is not a plow, but a field waiting to be plowed, right?

It’s so pathetic…

He could understand Song Qingshi’s feelings, Feng Jun could not stand up to such a stunning beauty as a man. However… Feng Jun is not a female, but a terrifying demon on the top of the immortal. How strong is the existence that is about to ascend? What other terrifying vines, this land was cultivated in Song Qingshi, I am afraid it will be abandoned?

Seeing a friend in trouble, but not daring to help, what kind of hero?

Song Jincheng hid in the corner, faced the wall, closed his eyes, and ignored…

Song Qingshi and Feng Jun discussed the issue of the filthy demon for a while, and then found Song Jincheng sullenly squatting in the corner to circle, still whispering about the loyalty of his friends, thinking that he was worried about his friends in Tianwumen. So he walked over to comfort him: “Your friend is fine, don’t worry too much, I will help you intercede with Mr. Yue when you go back, so that he will be fined lighter.”

Song Jincheng turned his head, looked at his sincere and kind eyes, and thought about what happened to him in the future. He felt more sorry for his friend, guilty, and finally cruel. He took out a small porcelain box in the mustard bag and stuffed it into Song Qingshi’s hand. , Said gravely: “I bought it for you in the pharmacy, my brother can only help here.”

Song Qingshi opened the porcelain box blankly and found that it was creamy and greasy balsam, sweet-scented osmanthus, and anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs were added to it. It didn’t feel like ordinary wound medicine. He thought carefully and asked, “Where is this medicine used?”

Song Jincheng patted him on the shoulder and said sadly: “You will give it to Feng Jun then, he will like it.”

Although Song Qingshi had never used this kind of medicine, he had a wealth of medical knowledge and studied all types. After thinking about it for a while, he understood. He quietly glanced at the gentle and beautiful Fengjun, feeling that Song Jincheng regarded himself as a womanizer. But it’s not easy to justify myself for not being rude.

Feng Jun is already a boyfriend, and the two are dating for the purpose of making a couple. Some things will happen naturally when they are ready.

He has studied medicine for many years and has studied various physiological structures and physiological phenomena. He doesn’t know how to talk about sexual discoloration. After thinking about it, he generously put the porcelain box away and told Song Jincheng: “You don’t need to buy these for me, I want When you use it, you will deploy it yourself.”

Song Jincheng was dumbfounded.

Feng Jun heard everything.

He thought for a moment, pretending not to hear.

…

In the evening, the French ship descended near Tianwumen.

Song Qingshi looked at Song Jincheng and wanted to ask him how to report, but the kid mysteriously led everyone around twice, found a hidden corner, checked that there was no dog hole in the grass, rolled up his sleeves, and started climbing the wall.

His face turned dark, and he stopped and asked: “What are you doing?”

“Ayu’s father said that he would fight once when he saw me,” Song Jincheng said solemnly, “Don’t worry, I have a map of Tianwumen and know where the disciple’s room is. When I touch in, find a corner to hide it, and learn three. When the crow screams, Ayu will know that I am here.”

Yu Wenyu is a rare genius sword repairman in a century. He became a golden pill at the age of eighteen. Tianwumen regards him as hope and tries his best to cultivate him. He lives up to expectations, abides by the rules, practices diligently, and never has to worry about his elders.

However, after Yaowanggu had been ill for half a year, Song Jincheng took him badly! Not only taught him to jump over the wall to play truant, molested girls, fights and riots, and behaved nonsense, but also took him to drink secretly, ridiculously drunk, and embarrassing scenes… Finally, the sect master of Tianwumen came, and the two of them were lashed together. Yu guarded Song Jincheng and tried to pick up the crime for him, and the two received 30 more lashes for retorting.

Song Qingshi said sincerely, “I want to hit you too.”

“Ayu is very poor,” Song Jincheng insisted. “His father has put the future of the whole sect on him. Ayu has no childhood and no good friends. He has been cultivating every day since he was three years old, making mistakes. Will get a whip. Obviously he is the same age, old-fashioned speaking, everything must be disciplined, no one wants to approach him. I can’t bear his pedagogical problems, tricked him out to play, he said not to do, and then play It’s happier than me…”

Xueba is corrupted by learning scum, and he doesn’t like learning.

Song Qingshi could understand the mood of the Tianwumen sect master for not allowing Song Jincheng to approach his son. He was very determined in learning Dao, and was seduced by Song Jincheng. He read the script for many days all night. If it were not for serious injury and inconvenience, he might be dragged. Went to the flower house to watch the performance…It was said that there was a grandson of the grandson, who was an excellent pipa, and she walked around the beam for three days, and the listener cried.

He likes music and wants to listen, but he is afraid that Feng Jun will be angry, so he dare not…

Song Qingshi was a little worried. He had no identity and no greeting card, so it was difficult to get in. Even if he entered the door, he wouldn’t lie. How could he explain to the Tianwumen sect master why he wanted to see his son? I’m afraid that he will be beaten out when he mentions the word “Song Jincheng”.

Feng Jun reminded: “I saw a token in your mustard bag, you try.”

Song Qingshi remembered that this token was used to withdraw money. It should be similar to a bank card, right?

He couldn’t think of any other way. He tried to knock on the door and showed the doorman the Phoenix token. He didn’t expect that the doorman was scared and ran back to report. The red birds flicked in the sky, and within a moment, the master of Tianwumen came to greet them in person, with an extremely respectful attitude, and welcomed them into the main hall. Please sit on the table, and the table filled with spirit tea and fairy fruit.

This seems to be VIP treatment? It’s too grand…

Song Qingshi was flattered and asked Feng Jun carefully, “Does he owe me money?”