Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

At this moment, Luo Qingzhi dragged Mu Xi to cover her ears and flew back to the crowd, shouting something with joy.

Firecrackers and fireworks were lit at the same time, and the loud crackling noise and colorful fireworks bloomed at the same time.

At this most festive time, Song Hongli was standing five steps away from Song Qinglian, but he didn't even dare to look at her.

The fireworks are still going up and down, and time goes by little by little, but people still don't feel tired, just admiring this rare and beautiful fireworks.

On the other side, Ling Qingyun bowed his head slightly and smiled: "Junior Sister Qinglian, look at the sky.

But Song Qinglian didn't listen to Ling Qingyun's words at all, just stared straight at Song Hongli's figure.

Song Hongli was standing not far from her, looking up at the sky with a calm expression, the curve of his face to the slender neck was beautiful and neat, showing a hint of coldness.

He held the lantern handle tightly, and the prominent blue and white knuckles could be seen.

Song Qinglian bit her lip, ignoring Ling Qingyun's gaze behind her, and walked slowly towards Song Hongli.

""Eight Two Three" Master... Master..." Song Qinglian quietly made the mouth shape over and over again, but did not dare to say a word.

On the other side, Song Hongli felt that Song Qinglian was looking at him, but he did not dare to turn his head to look at Song Qinglian.

It's close at hand, but not...

Song Qinglian looked at Song Hongli, Song Hongli looked at the sky, just like this, they were deadlocked until all the fireworks were finished, and the others left Ling Yunfeng.

Song Hongli turned around and looked at Song Qinglian in silence, not knowing what to say.

Although Qinglian was a little drunk before, Song Qinglian's previous behavior was too presumptuous.

Just as Song Hongli was about to speak, Song Qinglian said with a respectful and very aggrieved look.

"Master, did Qinglian do something wrong?

Song Hongli: "???"

Song Hongli was cut off and looked at Song Qinglian blankly, at a loss.

Shouldn't I be saying this...

Seeing Shizun's speechless appearance, Song Qinglian pretended to be puzzled, but was secretly delighted.

Yes! Only then can the two of them go back to their previous relationship.

"Zhao Jingjing told Qing Lian when she was on the main peak, that people always express their good relations like that. Could it be that the disciple did something wrong?"

Halfway through the words, Song Qinglian lowered her tone, answered with some sadness, and said aggrievedly in Song Hongli's ear.

"It's still Shizun who thinks that Qing Lian is not worthy. 35

Song Hongli felt that the heat on his earlobe couldn't go down, so he pursed his lips.

"......

Song Hongli hesitated, thinking that Song Qinglian had been abandoned since he was a child, and he had been in the sect for many years after that, and he had never experienced the things between these men and women.

Besides, those who don't know are innocent, Song Qinglian may really not know these things.

Moreover, Song Qinglian was drunk before, otherwise she would not have been so rude to herself, after all, Song Qinglian was always respectful to herself.

In terms of emotion and reason, Song Hongli couldn't say anything, so he could only say something with a straight face.

"Nothing, just don't do this next time."

Immediately, Song Hongli sighed in his heart.

Hey, this child, Qing Lian, has been wandering outside since he was a child, and since then he is often in the sect, never going down the mountain.

So he spoke straight and straight, and he didn't know too much about the world, and children who played straight balls were really lovable.

Unwilling to stay, Song Hongli hurriedly walked towards the Great Hall.

Although Song Qinglian was unintentional, but Song Hongli has not calmed down after Song Qinglian did this just now, so she should go back and calm down first.

Song Hongli walked too anxiously, and his footsteps seemed to be chaotic, but Song Qinglian, who was chaotic, was happy.

The relationship between the two of them seems to have returned to before, and depending on the situation, it seems that Master does not have any feelings for himself.

"Master...

After the New Year, everything seems to have returned to calm.

Song Qinglian returned to the main peak, and Mu Yanwan and Ling Yiting also brought their apprentices back to their respective palaces.

Luo Qingzhi was sent down the mountain to perform the task, and Ling Yunfeng was coldly clear for a while, leaving only Song Hongli and a lazy fox.

All the traces left by the Chinese New Year were cleaned up by the waiters, leaving no trace at all.

Three months later, it will be the Sword Trial Conference.

Xuanlingzong's sword trial meeting is held once every thirty years, and all the disciples must participate.

All the disciples were divided into different groups, and they competed in groups.

The disciple who wins in the end may be accepted as a disciple by the Twelve Lords.

During the entire sword test conference, the Sect Master and the Twelve Lords will come forward and sit on the high platform to observe the overall situation.

Xuanlingzong usually has a thousand disciples participating each time. The entire competition lasted for a month and was a famous event in Xuanlingzong.

The Heavenly Vault Gate, which has a good relationship with the Xuanling Sect, the Raging Fire Valley will send disciples to watch it every time.

Therefore, Xuanlingzong's sword-testing competition is well-known in the Immortal World, and it is a very important and powerful competition.

But the sword that was to be given to Song Qinglian was eight years old, and it had not yet been cast.

Song Hongli wants to give Song Qinglian the sword before the sword test.

Even though Song Qinglian had been his apprentice a long time ago, the significance of this competition was not only the winner or the sect of the twelve masters.

It is more about the contest with the same door, and the display of one's own strength.

But that sword has never been successful.

It's the New Year's Eve, Song Hongli is going back to the Sword Casting Pond for the first time...  

Without the slightest effort, he pushed open the thick stone gate of the Sword Casting Pond.

At this time, in the blue stone mansion, there was a black stone house in the center that was ventilated on both sides, and solid jade-colored blue smoke was constantly overflowing from the vents on both sides.

Inside the stone house, what caught the eye was a turquoise-gold casting furnace that was eight feet square and one person high.

I don't know what kind of material the casting furnace is made of, and the whole body is radiant, and the smooth surface is like a glass that reflects many colors.

The furnace is sealed on all sides, only the outer side of the bottom has a circular fire inlet with a radius of one foot, and the crimson's fire is looming.

The casting furnace itself was not capped, and the crimson and bluish flames were constantly spitting at the furnace mouth.

Even the air around the mouth of the furnace was distorted by the high temperature transpiration. It can be seen that the temperature of the flame is so high that I am afraid that the unusual iron ore will be turned into a molten iron in an instant.

At this time, there was a strange golden-red strip floating steadily above the flames.

At the same time, a large amount of jade-colored blue smoke kept ascending from the long strip, passing through the ventilation openings on both sides of the stone house, and being evacuated.

At the corner of the golden-red strip was a jade-like white tongs that revealed bursts of cold air, and was not afraid of the high temperature of the casting furnace at this time, which was enough to melt gold and wrought iron.

He even kept the flame faintly by his side, and fixed the golden-red strip on the fire smoothly.

Seeing Song Hongli coming, Ling Yiting stopped what he was doing and smiled gently: "Junior Brother Song, you are here. 95

"Senior brother, that sword..."

"You're really direct, just come up and ask about your sword." Ling Yiting shook his head helplessly, "But there are two news, do you want to hear the good or the bad?"

"Senior brother, feel free. Song Hongli said lightly.

"Junior Brother Song, you are really boring. Okay, the good news is that the smelting of the sword has been completed, the Impurities have all settled, and the third step - watering can be carried out.

"Finally the smelting is complete." Song Hongli felt a big stone in his heart drop.

"The rest of the sword-casting steps are not important, such as repairing and decorating. But now, the watering has encountered problems again."

"how?"

"Here, I have injected the smelted liquid into the sword fan you made earlier. As long as it solidifies, everything will be done, but it can't solidify now."

Ling Yiting frowned and looked at Jianfan who had already injected the melt.

Song Hongli walked to Jianfan and frowned, "Huh? Why is this?

"This sword is different from ordinary swords, its material is psychic, not ordinary dead iron."

Ling Yiting also came over, his left hand with a broken little finger touched the mud embryo around Jianfan, "It needs sacrifices.

"Sacrifices?

.... Junior Brother Song, have you ever heard of the so-called sacrificial sword?"5