Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 21 Worship the ancestor

Song Qingshi got up early and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestor.

The ancestors’ ancestral hall that other sects attach great importance to is remote and inconspicuous. It is hidden in the bushes, shabby and old, not much better than the dwellings of the medicine servants. Outside the ancestral hall is the medicine garden. Wuhuan passed by several times, thinking it was an abandoned building, and ignored it.

Song Qingshi opened the door of the spell seal.

Thick dust accumulated in the ancestral hall, and apart from simple tables, chairs and tribunes, there was only an old scroll.

“Actually, it doesn’t need to be locked, there are no valuables,” Song Qingshi explained embarrassingly. “It hasn’t been here for many years. Wait a while and I will clean it.” Then he rolled up his sleeves and blew away the dust with a breeze curse. Throwing cleaning spells everywhere, then set the incense table on the altar, put flowers and fruits, and finally found the broken futon, patted the dust, and said with satisfaction, “Okay.”

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him holding the incense, in a daze, he had never seen such an inexperienced school in his life…

Song Qingshi unfolded the scroll on the stage and hung it.

There are no characters in the scroll, no inscriptions, only the endless sea of ​​clouds, and a bright ray of light flashes through the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to introduce: “I got the inheritance of Xianshi by accident in the secret realm. Xianshi did not leave a name, only the surname is Song. I did not have a surname at the time, so I took the surname of Xianshi for respect…”

The immortal world is killing heavily, and there are many children who have lost their parents. The original body is one of them. Because of the natural two kinds of spiritual fires, and the talent for healing poisons, it accidentally got the inheritance of the medicine king in the secret realm, and created the medicine king valley and lived in it He healed diseases, refined alchemy and made drugs, and occasionally went to the secret realm to grab some rare medicines, unknowingly he gained today’s fame.

“The inheritance of the immortal world is directly injected into the sea of ​​knowledge, so this painting is the only handwriting left by the first master. I guess it has a special memorial value, so I used it for worship. Actually I don’t know what the painting is, it may be a landscape…” Song Qingshi I have a guilty conscience about my casual judgment, and I quickly brought it over, “In short, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for sect inheritance and put them in the library. You can read them by yourself.”

After Song Qingshi’s introduction, he consciously didn’t miss it, indicating that the more joyless he was, the more incense he would enjoy.

The less joyful and respectfully place the incense, the incense disappears when you are about to kneel down.

He re-lighted the incense, then knelt down, the incense went out again.

The more Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: “Isn’t it… Master is not willing to accept me as a disciple?”

“Impossible, you are so smart, it is too late for the first teacher to be happy,” Song Qingshi waved his hand and lowered his head to ponder for a moment. …I guess Master Xian might not like being bowed down by a disciple, so you can try to offer incense directly.”

Yue Wuhuan inserted the burning incense into the incense burner suspiciously, and stood and gave a big gift.

The incense in the incense burner really burned steadily, never extinguished.

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t help asking: “Are you too disrespectful to Master?”

“Master Xian doesn’t like these, he likes…” Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance of the original body. Those inheritances were all knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces. Only a very interesting word was left, which seemed to be his motto. question.”

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

Song Qingshi gave up a lot of energy and Yue Wuhuan explained his ideas: “Master Xian did not want us to respect his individual. We hope that we respect knowledge, implement his ideas, study hard, and study carefully. Don’t just because he is Shizu dare not question what he left behind. Although Shizu is very powerful, he can make mistakes. We must find the correct answer in the constant mistakes.”

Yue Wuhuan hesitated and said: “The correct answer?”

Song Qingshi said happily: “Well, I have researched and proved several mistakes of the first teacher, and revised the answer.”

His theory can be described as shocking and appalling in the immortal world where teachers are respected and respected.

The more Wuhuan was too surprised to speak.

“Perhaps this is the foundation of Yaowanggu,” Song Qingshi said longingly. “If I die, I also hope that I will not worship my disciples, or leave the portrait and name for future generations to admire. These things are too wasteful. Time is up, if you have the time to do this, it is better to do research. It is better to finish the project that I have not finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting…”

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan took his arm heavily and interrupted his imagination.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely, his face gloomy as if it was about to rain, he almost gritted his teeth and said: “Don’t say such unlucky things…”

Song Qingshi finally reacted and said with a smile: “Don’t worry, I’m talking about the end of life.”

Medical students are not afraid to talk about life and death, and he doesn’t think this topic is anything special.

Yue Wuhuan felt a little flustered, and interrupted sharply, “Don’t say it!”

Song Qingshi knew that he was really angry, thought about his psychological problems, and shut up obediently.

Yue Wuhuan also knew that he should lower his head, but he didn’t want to apologize for this matter.

The two were silent for a long time, and finally silently assumed that this topic had never happened.

Apprenticeship.

…

Song Qingshi likes to eat sweets, especially sorbets. The more Wuhuan is very picky about the taste, he thinks that the food bought from outside is not good enough, and it is too dirty. Yaowanggu does not have a good cook, so he took time to study various sweets making methods on the recipe, and changed every day. He tried tricks to make him various sweets, which were especially delicious.

After discovering Song Qingshi’s private stove, An Long turned on the grab-and-eat mode, and tried to make Huan Yue Wuhuan also cook for him.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: “Is my eldest disciple serving people?”

Alaska doesn’t care about these truths, and it’s noisy, just to eat desserts made by the more joyous.

“Forget it, he is very busy,” Song Qingshi was tossed out of temper, put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, “I’ll do it for you.”

An Long’s eyes lit up with joy.

Although Song Qingshi loved sweets, he had no appetite, so he could eat or not. In the original world, he was the eldest man who opened his hands and opened his mouth for food. This world was originally a world that would rather bigu than be lazy to make food, so he has never been in the kitchen in two lifetimes, and he has tens of thousands of medicinal materials in his mind, but there is no A place for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar…

He stood in the kitchen for a long while, figuring out how to use various utensils, didn’t find a recipe, and didn’t know how to make fire with ordinary firewood, so he simply sacrificed a pill fire and made desserts according to alchemy methods.

In the end, he tossed for a long time and brought out a dish of scorched round dumplings, each of which was exactly the same size and scorched degree, which could definitely satisfy the obsessive-compulsive disorder.

“This is glutinous rice dumpling.” Song Qingshi has always been brave enough to face failure. He took out the finished product just to prove that he had tried hard, and then persuaded, “It should not taste good, or lose it. I will let the cook make it for you, as long as No trouble, no joy, everything is easy to say.”

An Long smiled and looked at it for a while, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi had no time to stop Alaska’s behavior of eating indiscriminately, and was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed carefully for a long time, and exclaimed: “It doesn’t look very good, but the taste is actually good.”

Immediately afterwards, he threw a few dumplings into his mouth happily, leaving only the last one.

Song Qingshi was stunned. He didn’t even dare to taste this thing after it was released. Isn’t it really unpalatable? So, with a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste instantly surged to his taste buds. It was so sweet that it was mixed with the weird taste of various spices, and even strange. The fishy is worse than the most bitter pill, and it has reached the point of disgusting.

Song Qingshi was so sick that tears were about to come out, so he quickly spit out the **** and pointed at Alaska not knowing what to say.

An Long laughed frantically, laughing so hard that he couldn’t stand his waist up.

He used to be like this, he would rather hurt himself to make fun of the original body, and he has a good grasp of the bottom line for the original body to be really angry and murderous, and he can successfully jump repeatedly on the edge of death every time. Now, seeing Song Qingshi about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from his laughter, returned to his seriousness, and added: “I will never find what Yue Wuhuan wants to eat.”

Song Qingshi disappeared in an instant.

An Long said with a hippie smile: “Well, it’s the first time you made it. It’s so precious. You have to try it.”

Song Qingshi felt a little embarrassed to think about his craft.

An Long pursued the situation: “By the way, would you like to see the new Gu I developed? Very cute.”

Song Qingshi immediately threw behind the non-critical things like balls, and happily dragged people to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked: “Are you really nervous, the more unhappy this baby? What’s wrong with him?”

Song Qingshi looked at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this privacy question, and ordered: “Don’t mess around.”

An Long thoughtfully: “It’s really interesting…”

The more Song Qingshi did not let things come, the more he wanted to come.

How fun to mess around?

…

Yue Wuhuan finished practicing the sword and was about to go back to the room to bathe and change clothes. When passing by the corridor, a small paper ball hit the back of his head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled, seeming to have something wrapped in it.

It’s time for Song Qingshi to do pharmacy experiments and can’t disturb… So he squatted down obediently, picked up the ball of paper, and slowly unfolded it, following the opponent’s heart.

In the paper ball, there was a horrible two-headed centipede wrapped in it, countless feet were squirming, and disgusting mucus was still flowing in the two weird mouthparts, and it was about to pounce on him with its teeth and claws.

Yue Wuhuan thought for a while, wrapped it in the paper ball again, threw it away, and said angrily: “An Xianzun, don’t do such childish things.”

“Why? Qing Shi is not here, too lazy to pretend to be obedient?” An Long laughed and walked around behind the shadow wall, beckoning, the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, “This little guy is not poisonous. It’s just raised to scare people. Every time you can scare the beauty into screams and trembling flowers, it’s very funny. Why are you not afraid at all? It makes me a little disappointed.”

The more Huanhuan said helplessly: “If Immortal Venerable needs it, I can also ask you to listen to it.”

“Farewell, the things from the show are too fake, I don’t like it,” An Long flipped his hand, and the centipede disappeared. He came over lazily, and curiously looked Yue Wuhuan up and down, and exclaimed. “I never thought that men can be so beautiful that they are three points better than Lady Wan from Mingyuelou. Knowing that you only like men, I don’t even feel sick.”

Mingyuelou is a well-known brothel in the immortal world, and Lady Wan is an oiran with a far-reaching fame.

This analogy is extremely malicious.

The more Wuhuan did not care, he smiled, and said four or two thousands of catties: “It has long been known that An Xianzun’s confidantes are all over the world, and there are countless beauties. Many fairies and witches are jealous for you, and even fought for you. Today, I can win the fairy. Praising beauty is really a reputation for Wuhuan.”

“Prince Wuhuan joked,” An Long heard that he was laughing at himself secretly, and was also amused. “My confidante is not so many people who are attracted by you. I once knew a friend, what is his name? Yeah…I’m still a righteous hero, but he never forgets you, knowing that you have entered the Medicine King Valley from Liang Liang, you can no longer get close, get drunk, quite complaining.”

When Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qing’s reputation, he killed him and sent the corpse to Wang Gu for research.

The more Wuhuan just doesn’t understand: “I never remember dead people.”

An Long sneered and said, “Beauty is really ruthless.”

“Yes, Hua Niang is ruthless, and the actor is meaningless.” Yue Wuhuan directly pointed out his insinuations, raised his head, and lifted his temples to his ears from the sweat of sword practice, and walked a few steps. Then he languidly leaned against the shadow wall of the corridor, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: “An Xianzun, don’t you find the living talents interesting?”

An Long followed, leaned down, pressed his tattooed arms tightly on the shadow wall next to his ears, and then condescendingly smiled badly, took off his camouflage, revealing sharp wolf teeth: “I I think you are very funny as a pretending little guy. I want to know what is hidden under the skin of this beauty. Can I see it?”

Yue Wuhuan asked with a smile, “Is An Xianzun interested in my true face?”

An Long squeezed his chin frivolously, forced to lift it up, looked at this face carefully, approached, and said cruelly: “I am very interested.”

Yue Wuhuan watched him quietly for a while and reminded: “The Lord seems to have finished the experiment ahead of time.”

An Long quickly withdrew his hand, panicked for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had blocked Song Qingshi’s spiritual exploration and would not be discovered.

The more Wuhuan bowed his head, holding back his smile.

“Do you dare to lie to me?!” An Long realized that he had been tricked, furious, and wanted to show his paws at this guy who didn’t know what to do.

In an instant, a pill fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several pill fire forced him to retreat three feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing to kill the Alaska who bullied his little angel with a pill of fire. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan reminded him that if there is nothing to do in the past few days, you need to secretly check what Alaska is doing with your mind, otherwise This dead dog can tear down Yaowanggu! Although Monk Nascent Soul could isolate the divine mind from detection, he discovered that the breath of Alaska suddenly disappeared in the research room, and realized that it was not good. He felt that he was going to hide and do bad things, and came after he determined the location of Yue Wuhuan.

An Long pointed to Yue Wuhuan, and was so angry that he could not speak: “You, you, you!”

The more Huanhuan whispered aggrievedly: “I didn’t lie.”

Song Qingshi dashed to Yue Wuhuan, carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, “Is this guy bullying you?”

Although he didn’t see the process, but the fierce and domineering Alaska and the chuchu poor little angel, who is right and who is wrong, still need to think? The mentally fragile patient and the rough-skinned Immortal Venerable, who is strong and who is weak, do I still need to think about it? Besides, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times with one finger! He must take good care of his little angel! I would rather not invest and have to protect it!

Song Qingshi was eccentric and frank and straightforward.

An Long winked at Yue Wuhuan desperately behind him, who had a particularly strong deterrent.

Yue Wuhuan took a look, and gently guarded: “No, An Xianzun is a nice person. He is joking with me.”

Song Qingshi looked back suspiciously at An Long, the pill fire on his body was not extinguished, and there was a faint tendency to switch poison fire.

An Long instantly switched his pure smile: “I don’t dare to bully him, just chat casually and tell a joke.”

“Yes,” Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade, “Honored Lord, I rarely go out, so I am quite curious about the outside world. An Xian respects the temperament and condescends to talk with me about many interesting things. I listened very happily.”

An Long swept over Yue Wuhuan’s shoulders, patted his chest, and laughed: “I hit it off with him and wanted to be friends.”

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: “An Xianzun really didn’t bully me.”

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame, and Jiang believed in doubt: “Is that so?”

The two nodded at the same time: “Yes.”

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. He saw An Long using a domineering posture to stop Yue Wuhuan from letting go. His heart arose. He really didn’t pay attention to what they were doing. Is it really a misunderstanding?

“Go ahead and play with you next time,” An Long greeted Yue Wuhuan in a threatening manner, and then dragged Song Qingshi away, “Go, let’s go and see if the petri dish of yesterday has the results. .”

“Don’t be angry, I really dare not bully your Crystal Man.”

“Article 72.”

“Okay, don’t say anything, drink a bar with me.”

“No.”

“…”

The more Wuhuan saluted them in a proper manner and watched the two leave.

King Xilin Gu stood in a high position all year round, and he didn’t need any fine calculations on weekdays. Violence was enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts are very shallow, and it is extremely easy to guess.

But it was just investigating his unbearable past, contemptuously, suspecting someone behind him, suspecting that he had a ghost in Yaowanggu, suspecting his ambitiousness, and even suspecting his feelings for Song Qingshi. But he was worried that there was no evidence to mess with him. Song Qingshi would tear his face with him. He didn’t want to investigate clearly. He wanted to find an excuse to get around him, try to find out his true face, and then run him to death.

This matter is not difficult to solve.

Since King Xilin Gu wanted to see his true face, then show him his true face.

I hope he can afford…