Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

And behind him are the same three old men, but they look a little younger than the white-haired old man, wearing lavender robes.

Among them, it is worth mentioning that there is a rather obvious scar on the face of an old man from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose.

The scar is about three inches long, and it was obviously injured by a sharp weapon. In addition, the old man's face was stern, and the whole person was domineering.

Looking at the color under the sky in the distance, it appeared unusually clear in the gradually dimming sky, and the purple-robed old man said solemnly.

"You have all seen it, this celestial phenomenon, it should be that kid Yi Ting is forging a sword again.

"Yeah, this weather... Heavenly Sword, another Heavenly Sword is about to be born.

One of the old men said, the old man was thin.

It's just that the ruddy face and a layer of purple air on the forehead are looming, and the whole person reveals a heavy momentum, and the words are even more light, without any contrived meaning.

And listening to his words, the Xuanlingzong Sect Leader looked back at the mahogany plaque on the door of the Great Hall.

On that, the brush edge vigorously engraved the three characters of Lingxu Hall, and the brush strokes are natural, and there is no trace of half axe.

Apparently it was everyone from a generation, Xuanlingzong Sect Leader said with a slight sigh.

"The Heaven-level Divine Sword came out, the jade filled the sky with thunder, and my Xuanling Sect was able to have today's status. In addition to the joint efforts of the elder guardians, the various peak masters of the twelve Xuantian peaks have contributed greatly.

On the other side, Song Hongli opened his eyes with great effort, and vaguely saw that there was a pool of blood in the sword fan.

"Senior Brother Ling, help me..." Song Hongli said tiredly.

He feels that his body is hollowed out now, and his state is surprisingly poor.

If it wasn't for Ling Yiting, Song Hongli might have swiped his sword directly on his neck and resurrected with blood.

Unfortunately, no, this secret must not be known to others.

So Song Hongli's current body couldn't stand the loss of a lot of qi and blood, and fell down limply.

Ling Yiting supported Song Hongli, picked him up without a word, and rushed towards Medicine Pill.

"Sister... You'd better be at the Medicine Pill..." Ling Yiting glanced at Song Hongli with snow-like skin in his arms, and couldn't stop muttering.

Ling Yiting carried Song Hongli, who was so weak and comatose, all the way to Qinggong, and arrived at the Medicine Pill Square as quickly as possible.

The little disciple who was guarding the gate saw it, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "Ling Zun Shang, Song Zun Shang this is...  

"Where's the big sister?" Ling Yiting could not wait to grab the guard disciple's collar.

The gatekeeper disciple shrank his head in fright at Ling Yiting's eyes: "Mu Zunshang...Mu Zunshang is in the main hall of the sect head...

"Go and call her over immediately!" Ling Yiting finished, and hurriedly carried Song Hongli into the Medicine Pill workshop, found a bed and put Song Hongli down carefully, and hurriedly went to the medicine cabinet to rummage.

Ling Yiting pulled out several bottles of blood supplement pills, poured them all out and stuffed them into Song Hongli's mouth, pinching his throat to help him swallow them.

Ye Peiyu heard the news, she also put down the things in her hand and ran over, glanced at Song Hongli, and said in surprise.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Song? What kind of injury did he suffer, he lost so much blood"!

"Junior Sister Ye, you come and see her first, I'll go find the bandages on his wrist to stop the bleeding.

Ling Yiting's cuffs were stained with Song Hongli's blood, and the bright red color was very conspicuous on the white shirt.

Ye Peiyu stepped forward, tapped several large acupoints around Song Hongli's body, and reached out to touch the side of his neck.

"How...the cultivator in Nascent Soul period is like this..." Ye Peiyu sighed and helped Ling Yiting to stop the bleeding and bandage the wound for Song Hongli.

Ling Yiting pushed Song Hongli a lot of Spirit Power, but Song Hongli's face was still pale.

At this moment, Mu Yanwan rushed over very quickly.

Mu Yanwan, who was often cynical, was also seldom panicked when she saw this scene. She strode to the bed, took out a bottle of medicine, poured out two white balls, and stuffed them into Song Hongli's mouth.

"Ling Yiting! How did you take care of Junior Brother Song!" Mu Yanwan shouted at Ling Yiting.

"It's my fault...it's my fault..." Ling Yiting said guiltily.

Mu Yanwan took a long breath, calmed down, and said seriously.

"He lost so much Blood Essence and Spirit Power in a short period of time, and his body almost hollowed out, you know? What happened? 35

"He...for the sake of making a sword...a sacrifice to a sword..." Ling Yiting said abruptly.

"You bastard! He makes trouble like this, and you let him make trouble! You have made swords for so many years, and you dare to ask him to do things like sacrificing swords?!"

"It's my fault, Senior Sister." Ling Yiting whispered.

"Now send him Spirit Power with me immediately, and first keep his Cultivation Base, otherwise, his lifespan will be cut by half. 39

Mu Yanwan fed Song Hongli a few more pills, and together with Ling Yiting, transferred power to Song Hongli.

During this period, Song Hongli was in a coma all the time, Mu Yanwan went to dispense medicine to Song Hongli herself, while Ling Yiting went to the main peak to inform Song Qinglian who was there.

At this time, Zhao Jingjing and Song Qinglian were practicing swordsmanship in the small bamboo forest behind the disciple's dormitory, when they suddenly saw Ling Yiting appearing with blood sporadically, they were all startled.

Song Qinglian put away her sword and hurriedly asked, "Master Ling, what happened?"

"Go to Medicine Pill right now, your teacher respects him... He is... seriously injured." Ling Yiting struggled to find such a word.

"What?!" Zhao Jingjing was shocked, "How could Song Zunshang..."

Song Qinglian shuddered, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and stepped forward: "What did you say? Master respect him...he...

Ling Yiting glanced at Song Qinglian with a complicated look, and said, "What more to ask! When your master wakes up, ask her yourself.

"He...he hasn't woken up yet..." Song Qinglian's eyes turned red, and she felt her heart sink into the ice cellar in an instant.

Master, how could... how could this be...

Zhao Jingjing looked at Song Qinglian, who had disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and shouted, "Qinglian!"

When the words fell, Shi Qi Qinggong followed.

When Song Qinglian opened the wooden door of Medicine Pill, Mu Yanwan was fiddling with something beside the medicine cabinet. She searched quickly, and quickly found the man in white on the corner bed.

Song Hongli's eyes were tightly closed, and his left wrist hung softly by the bedside, wrapped in thick gauze.

His face was pale, without a trace of blood, and the color of his lips had lost the slight redness of the past, and even his breathing was slightly terrifying, as if he had already died.

In this situation, it was pierced into Song Qinglian's heart like a steel needle.

Song Qinglian rushed to the bed with a few steps, her eyes filled with tears of pity, but she did not dare to touch Song Hongli.

"Master... Master..." Song Qinglian choked and murmured.

Seeing that, Mu Yanwan came over with the scattered medicinal materials in her hand, and patted Song Qinglian on the shoulder lightly.

"Don't worry, your master is just too weak, just take care of it for a while, and you won't die.

"""Why did Shizun suffer such a serious injury? What happened to his wrist? Song Qinglian's face was covered with tears, and she raised her voice like a question.

"This...you wait for him to wake up and ask yourself."

It's really not easy for Mu Yanwan to mix things up, so she can only tell Song Qinglian like this.

"Why do you all let me ask myself? Could it be related to me being injured by Master?! 35

"Cough cough..." Song Hongli, who was originally very quiet on the bed, suddenly coughed lightly.

Ling Yiting and Song Qinglian looked closely at Song Hongli.

I saw Song Hongli's body trembling slightly with the two light coughs, and then his closed eyes slowly opened a little, revealing a pair of light brown pupils like clear tea.

"Master..." Song Qinglian hurriedly called.

"Cough...I'm injured...It has nothing to do with you, Qinglian..." Song Hongli said weakly.

He didn't want Song Qinglian to know that his own injury was caused by forging a sword for her.

"Junior Brother Song..." Ling Yiting couldn't help saying.

Song Hongli interrupted Ling Yiting: "Senior Brother Ling, you all go out first, watch at the door, don't let anyone in for the time being... I have something to say... alone with Qing Lian."9

Ling Yiting sighed, but had no choice but to follow Song Hongli and leave the room.

"Master, what do you want to say?"

Song Qinglian sniffed, and Qiang (the money was good) held back her tears, she didn't want to cry in front of her master.

"Qinglian...why are you here?"

"Senior Ling told me before going to the main peak. Song Qinglian saw that the white clothes Song Hongli was wearing was stained with a lot of blood, "Master, you... your injury..."

"These are all minor injuries. You don't have to worry about it, Qing Lian. Master is in good health."

." Song Qinglian looked at Song Hongli pretending to be strong and weak, and said words to comfort her, tears rolled down her cheeks for a while.

"Qinglian... What are you crying, Master is fine." Song Hongli's voice was weak, but there was still a smile on his mouth, comforting.

"Because you are my master, I care about master."

Song Qinglian couldn't hold back her inner feelings any longer, and fled into Song Hongli's arms.

There was not a moment when she was so desperate to speak out.

Song Hongli's fragile appearance deeply hurt her heart, she was really afraid that The next moment Shizunjiu would never open her eyes, and she would never be able to say this.

"Qinglian...I also care about you, you are my apprentice...my junior, my favorite apprentice....

Song Hongli weakly touched Song Qinglian's small head in his arms with his right hand, and said dotingly.