Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 103

The two wandered everywhere, making homes everywhere.

Later, Song Qingshi accidentally rescued an old Jianzun who was severely injured by an adversary. The old Jianzun’s surname was Mo, and he was very old. After killing the improper adversary, he learned from the pain and decided to accept another good character…

He looked at Song Qingshi and Wuhuan, a blind man, a mute…

Silence is golden, swordsmanship doesn’t need to speak, it’s all about persistence and seriousness.

Old Jianzun did not hesitate to choose Song Qingshi. Although the child was small, he looked good and honest.

Song Qingshi felt that this was the benefit of the formation method, and he studied very hard. After attending the class, he seriously asked various questions with pen and paper: How much is the angle of a diagonal sword? Forty-five degrees or thirty-five degrees? Does it mean a regular triangle or an oblique triangle? What is the angle bisector? What is the accelerating data? First in or out? Where is it? How many seconds each time?

After reading the problematic paper, Old Jianzun thought for a quarter of an hour, and said in pain, “I’ll teach the blind.”

Song Qingshi was tragically expelled from his division, and continued to do research on medicines and pharmaceuticals in a desperate manner.

Old Jianzun was surprised to find that although Wuhuan couldn’t see it, he was very talented. As long as he was taught it again, he would never make a mistake again, and he could learn by analogy and feel sharp, a hundred times better than ordinary people. The more he teaches, the more happy the old Jianzun is. He almost regards Wuhuan as his own son, and teaches him what he has learned throughout his life, hoping that he will realize the true heart and sword.

This is the lifelong pursuit of every sword repairer.

First repair the sword shape, then repair the sword intent, and finally repair the sword heart, cut through all obstacles, and climb to the peak of kendo.

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In the Peach Blossom Valley, time flies by.

Days and nights without joy, he kept studying hard. He practiced swords for ten years, accompanied by Song Qingshi, and practiced alchemy for ten years. With the contacts and funds of the old swordsman, he collected a lot of materials and tried every means to make it. Various precious elixirs opened up the meridians of mortals for Wuhuan, assisted in cultivation, and increased the speed of cultivation. For this reason, he delayed his cultivation and his progress was slowed a lot.

Wuhuan finally produced Jindan.

Old Jianzun was overjoyed and changed his name to Mo Yuan.

Song Qingshi was stunned.

“I don’t know where my original name came from. If someone finds it from such a dirty place, I’m afraid it will hurt the honor of Master,” Wuhuan agrees, “From now on, I want to change That experience was completely erased, and it was clear from the past.”

Although the town is very small, he hasn’t listed in Tianxiang Tower to pick up guests, and his reputation is not big, but it is a shameful history after all, and his appearance is very beautiful, and he is unforgettable.

Now that he has grown up, he has grown up, and his coming out is more gorgeous. Even if he goes out to blacken his face with plaster, he will still meet men and women who want to beg or courtship, and occasionally he will bully him for blindness, thinking A beast who needs to be forced, he turned the beast into a material for sword practice or poison testing.

If he didn’t change his name, if he made a reputation in the way of swordsmanship, but was recognized, wouldn’t he give the evidence to others? At that time, talk and talk will be fearsome.

Who would believe that a person who has been a young man cleans himself up? It will only provoke unnecessary mad bees and butterflies and cause trouble.

Song Qingshi understood the thinking of Lao Jianzun and Wuhuan. He tried to struggle: Can you change the name?

Although he had read the glorious history of Sword Master Mo Yuan in the book, he is now in the formation of Sword Master Mo Yuan, and seems to be walking a certain route, but he vaguely feels in the fragments of lost memory, The ending of Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan seems to be crazy? !

No way! This name is too unlucky!

Song Qingshi used a wooden board to write protests, hurriedly, and communication was very inefficient.

Old Jianzun was not only inexplicable, but also a little angry: “What do you think of my name? This is the name of my deceased son! Isn’t it hard to hear?!”

Song Qing stubbornly held up cards: Mo Zi, Mo You, Mo Mo, Mo Yu, Mo Xiaohei.

Old Jianzun slapped him on the head and reprimanded: “You should just change your name to Moyu!”

After listening to the name on the wooden sign, Wuhuan was silent for a long time, and said carefully: “I think Mo Yuan is pretty good.”

This matter was as if Song Qingshi couldn’t speak, it was a fixed plot in the memory of Jianzun Mo Yuan, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless, and Wuhuan’s new name was quickly settled. Although Song Qingshi insisted on calling Wuhuan, he was dumb and it was useless to call anything…

Song Qingshi spent many days, and finally, he tried to get out of his depression… The story of Sword Sovereign Mo Yuan has already become history, and it is useless to be sad. If this is a memory, he wants to understand what happened. If you develop to that point, let’s see if you can reverse Wuhuan’s ending in the fantasy world.

Whether real or illusory, he didn’t want to give up the hope of making Wuhuan happy.

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Good sword repair needs to sharpen the sword with the blood of a powerful enemy.

After Lao Jianzun died of his life, Song Qingshi left Peach Blossom Valley with Wuhuan.

The world of cultivating immortals is very dark. One of them has a peerless beauty, and the other has a single root of the water system suitable for making a furnace. They are all things that attract evil people. The two met a lot of dirty-minded people, coaxing or deceiving, or snatching or snatching… all kinds of disgusting things.

Wuhuan’s sword became sharper and sharper, more and more blood stained, and its reputation became more and more famous.

Song Qingshi collected the materials of Xuantian Taiming Pill everywhere, and he obtained purple spirit grass and bodhi stone, but the inner pill of ten thousand years old turtle has not heard of it, and he was very worried.

Wu Huan has long learned to distinguish his surroundings with his spiritual mind, and he doesn’t care about his own eyes. He has become a lot more lively. He often joking with Song Qingshi, likes to pinch his face and stomach, weighs before going to bed every day, and finds that he is heavier. Very satisfied, he will be worried when he is light, forcing him to eat well.

When he was on the road before, he had heard many people dislike Song Qingshi for being ugly. Old Jianzun often said that Song Qingshi looked thin and small, looked stupid and unlovable.

Maybe… Song Qingshi is really not pretty…

However, he liked what Song Qing looked like! He hates people saying that Song Qingshi is not good!

He felt the sullenness of the teacher every time.

Old Jianzun slowly stopped talking.

Wuhuan didn’t understand his feelings for Song Qingshi, but the faint fragrance of medicine lingering around him had already entered his heart, entangled and turned into an incomprehensible knot. He sometimes thinks very selfishly, Song Qingshi’s appearance is not good, no one likes it, it’s good, he can like it by himself, and hide it by himself…

However, this is not good, and it is always said to be ugly, and it will be sad in my heart.

Everyone praises cute cats as they get fat, and people become cute when they get fat, right?

Wuhuan worked very hard to make all kinds of delicious foods, and wanted to develop Song Qingshi into a cute little fat man. Unfortunately, Song Qingshi’s physique was not up to date. No matter how much he eats, he will get a little fatter. Although he feels even flesh and blood, his body is soft. , The feeling of holding and sleeping is pretty good, but it is far from the standard of chubby cuteness.

I don’t know when Song Qingshi started to wear a curtain or hat when he went out to avoid the crowd.

Wuhuan thought that he was feeling inferior to his appearance and was even more worried. He didn’t dare to mention more about this. He could only work harder to run the duckling business while practicing swordsmanship. Not only did he change his tricks to make sweets, but he also looked for food everywhere. , Coaxing him to eat two more bites, just didn’t chase the spoon to feed him.

Song Qingshi was flattered and touched his chubby belly every day, saying: There is a kind of not being full, called Wuhuan, and he feels that he is not full…

Stopping all the way, collecting medicinal materials, and tasting delicious food, they finally found out the whereabouts of the ten thousand-year-old tortoise.

There is a cave in the Yueyan River, and there is an old tortoise that has lived for many years, but it seems a bit weird in the cave, and many people who come out have mental problems. Wu Huan knew that Song Qingshi had been preparing for the medicine to restore his vision. He also wanted to see the most important person. The two discussed it… Although Song Qingshi was a little worried, he estimated Wu Huan’s age and Mo Yuan Jianzun’s history. After recording, it was confirmed that it was not a problem during this period, so he decided to kill the old turtle and take the inner alchemy.

In history, Jianzun Mo Yuan was not blind.

Song Qingshi was quite confident in this action.

The two entered the water smoothly, but accidentally encountered two water monsters. During the entanglement, the water monsters were injured and set off a huge wave. Wuhuan was involved in the cave, and there was no news. Song Qingshi was entangled in the tentacles of the water monster and dragged away, unable to rescue. He was so anxious, he ignored it, released a ghost fire, corroded and poisoned one of the water monsters, and took away its water spirit orbs to nourish his spirit. The material of the root.

The two water monsters seemed to be companions, one was dead and the other was furious.

The water monsters are almost transparent in the water, and they are very mysterious.

Song Qingshi was entangled by it for a long time, tossed till dusk, and suffered a lot of wounds on his body. He finally repelled the **** beast, and then rushed into the cave to search for Wuhuan’s whereabouts.

He saw Wuhuan sitting next to the tortoise wreck that had been chopped off in a daze, covered in blood, and his whole body seemed lost, and he couldn’t help being startled.

He walked over cautiously and found that Wuhuan was covered with tortoise’s blood, finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Qingshi patted Wuhuan’s face and wrote in his palm: How are you?

“Qing, Qing Shi?” Wuhuan seemed to have recovered from his nightmare, and firmly grabbed his hand, “I, my stone is still…” He spoke chaotically, breathing heavily, like Unable to kick, he grasped so hard that he almost broke Song Qingshi’s wrist bones, and he refused to loosen it.

Song Qingshi gasped with pain. Seeing that his mental condition was not right, he did not dare to struggle for fear that the stimulation would be more serious.

Wuhuan dragged him into his arms, hugged him tightly, and desperately rubbed him into his body, as if he wanted to swallow people into his stomach and hide him, but he didn’t know how to swallow him, so he tossed again and again.

Song Qingshi felt that his ribs had been broken, and tears were about to come out. He wanted to cry a little, but he didn’t dare to cry.

I don’t know how long it took, Wuhuan finally recovered, thinking of how to swallow, he took the face of the person in his arms, rubbed it, smelled the smell, then kissed his soft lips and opened his teeth. Reach in and keep asking for more. No matter whether it is emotional or physical, nothing is left. You have to eat all of it and belong to yourself, so that you can feel at ease.

He understood his desires and his feelings.

He is like a crazy beast, pressing every step, begging, longing, occupying, devouring, plundering…

The young man struggled slightly before giving up the resistance, panting in his arms, stepping back, asking for what he wanted, and almost handing over everything.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” Wuhuan finally realized at the last minute that this was reality. He woke up soberly. He restrained his desire to almost collapse. Before the big mistake had happened, he stopped and dressed Song Qingshi again. , Constantly apologizing, “There is a strange formation here, which made me enter the realm of bad dreams, I…”

Song Qingshi wrote on the palm of his hand: What did you dream of?

Wuhuan froze for a long time, not daring to recall that illusion. After a long time, Fang said, “In the illusion, you have died many times…”

Nightmare bites the heart, digging out the most fearful things in the heart. He would dream of falling in love with Song Qingshi every time, but in an instant, he would lose it. There was a breath of blood everywhere, his warm hands became cold, and his breathing was gone. He held the breathless boy again and again, feeling I have nothing, and the world is ruined.

His breathing hurried again, even if he knew it was an illusion, the pain was still unbearable.

Song Qingshi stubbornly pulled him, thought about it, and reminded him again in his palm: “Think about it, how did you find the flaw?”

“You in the nightmare, there is no fragrance of medicine on your body.” Wuhuan remembered the flaw again and woke up again. He buried his head on Song Qingshi’s shoulder, tightly grasped the warm hand, sniffed the faint fragrance, and whimpered. Said, “So, I know it is a fake, you are still with me…”

Song Qingshi knew that he didn’t like being seen as fragile, so he didn’t look down, just tapped his shoulders constantly to express comfort, and then used spiritual power to sort out the chaotic sea of ​​consciousness and stabilize his emotions.

Wuhuan repeats over and over again: “You are still…”

Song Qingshi hugged him.

I don’t know how long time has passed, Wuhuan finally recovered…

He raised his head embarrassedly, with red eyes, handed the Wannian Tortoise Pill in his palm to Song Qingshi’s hand, hesitatingly asked: “This is the last medicine of Xuantian Taiming Pill. With it, I Can I see you?”

Song Qingshi nodded.

“When I was in Qing Dynasty, if I succeeded in regaining my vision, I would not be blind…I am no longer a burden, and I will work hard to become better. So, can I like you?” Wu Huan thought for a long time, and was still able to speak well. He couldn’t think of a better way of expression. Finally, he asked carefully, “Qing Shi, can I be your Taoist companion?”

In the madness just now, he has exposed his aggressive nature and cannot pretend to be a lamb.

He wasn’t sure whether the teenager was willing to take it.

“Don’t be afraid of me, and don’t leave me,” Wuhuan lowered his head and explained softly, “If you don’t want to, we can also be like now…”

He is willing to restrain all nature.

As long as the teenager can stay with him, he can agree to anything.

Song Qingshi took his hand and wrote gently: “I am willing.”

Wuhuan suddenly felt that the nightmare had disappeared, and the whole world was lit up.