Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Since Song Qinglian returned to the main peak these days, he has been locked in his room, copying his homework day and night, until a double image appeared in front of his eyes.

Then he took the sword and went to the small bamboo forest behind to practice the sword frantically, until the hands and feet became weak and could no longer move.

She wants to become stronger, so strong that she protects the master, not the master to protect herself!

Zhao Jingjing quietly stood aside and watched, seeing the sword in Song Qinglian's hand falling to the ground with a clatter, Song Qinglian sat on the ground in a dejected manner.

Zhao Jingjing stepped forward, crouched in front of Song Qinglian, and picked up her sword.

"Song Qinglian, you like being honored, don't you?" Zhao Jingjing asked softly.

66 Song Qinglian did not answer, but just stared at a point of nothingness with a dull gaze.

"You like Zun, but you can't be together, so you're scared, right?

Zhao Jingjing also sat down, playing with the sword in her hand.

"He is your master, you understand the distance between you, but you still like him. Because you like this emotion, you can't control it yourself. 66

"It's like, if a sword is stabbed at the Venerable, your brain has not reacted, your body has already blocked it, and you can't control it at all. 99

Song Qinglian smiled and looked up at Zhao Jingjing: "You are right.

She knows very well that she likes Master, not the kind of liking for elders, but the liking between men and women.

Although there is a big gap between himself and the master, Song Qinglian still has to work hard to shorten the gap until the master can accept him.

She wants to be Shizun's wife and be with Shizun forever and ever!

She crossed Zhao Jingjing's shoulder and saw Ling Yiting walking towards this side, she stood up hurriedly, and said, "Master Ling. 35

Zhao Jingjing turned her head and said respectfully, "Ling Zun."

Ling Yiting handed the Fengyan Sword carefully wrapped in silk cloth in his hand to Song Qinglian: "You hold this sword, use it well at the sword test conference.

Song Qinglian took it over inexplicably, weighed it in her hand, and asked doubtfully, "Where did this sword... come from?

Ling Yiting had a look of embarrassment on his face and only said: "Don't ask, you just need to know that this is a peerless sword, make good use of it.

Song Qinglian lifted a bit of the silk cloth and held the hilt of the Feng Yu sword in her hand. An inexplicable and familiar feeling suddenly came to her heart, and she felt that the bracelet on her wrist seemed to be hot.

Song Qinglian hurriedly stopped Ling Yiting who was about to leave: "Master Ling!

Ling Yiting turned his head slightly: "What else?"

"This sword...is it related to Master?" For some reason, she just had that kind of intuition.

Ling Yiting sighed and remained silent for a long time before he said, "You are smart, think carefully about why your master lost so much blood a few days ago.

Song Qinglian trembled all over, and looked at the Feng Yu sword in her hand, the whole body of the crystal red sword pierced her eyes.

Could this... be made of Master's blood?

Ling Yiting added: "I shouldn't lie to you, Song Hongli has been casting for eight years."

"Song Qinglian, hold it well, every detail of this sword was made by your master, and there is so much blood on it!

Song Qinglian bit her lip tightly, and the tears couldn't be controlled.

Sure enough, Master... was hurt for himself.

She should have guessed it long ago.

She was angry, because Shizun didn't cherish her own body like this, and she also felt that she was not worthy, not worthy of Shizun's goodness.

To Song Qinglian, Song Hongli is the fire of desire and the light of fate.

There are ten days left until the Sword Trial Conference.

At night, the moon hangs high in the middle of the green night sky.

Just like a jade plate pouring silver-white light, the stars blinked their eyes, gathered the peaceful moonlight sweetly, and merged with the round moon.

Like a sunshade covered with a star and a moon, it was quietly propped up on the prosperous land.

It was about to fall into the night, Song Qinglian put the book in his hand, picked up the sword and walked towards Ling Yunfeng.

Su Zhaoxue happened to come back from outside, holding a paper bag in her hand and chewing something in her mouth, when she saw Song Qinglian grab her.

"Hey, where are you going? It's getting dark......

"What are you eating, it tastes great." Song Qinglian waved her nose in disgust.

"The leek bun that Master Luo brought me...hey, what's your expression? You look down on the leek bun?"

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"I didn't despise...you eat slowly and see you later." Song Qinglian was about to leave with a dark face.

Su Zhaoxue still pulled her: "Oh, what kind of expression do you have? You've been practicing swords like crazy these days, take a rest. By the way, you haven't seen Shizun for a few days, haven't you? As you can see.

"Hmph, who is as idle as you, eating and sleeping all day, and eating when you wake up.

Hearing Su Zhaoxue showing off, Song Qinglian felt extremely uncomfortable.

She also wants to see Master all day long!!!!

"Hey, if you have time tonight, senior sister, go to Ling Yunfeng and see him. 99

"Master has rested so late." Song Qinglian pouted.

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"Who told you to jump out suddenly, I see you are very anxious these days, take a look at the master, maybe you can relax a little, just look at him quietly, and you should reward yourself."

"It makes sense, that's fine too." Song Qinglian nodded, watching Su Zhaoxue chewing happily, tsk tsk, turned around and left.

Su Zhaoxue hugged the leek bag and shouted at Song Qinglian, "Come back sooner!

Song Qinglian remembered something, and turned around quickly: "Hey! Don't bring that thing into the room to eat, or I'll kill you!"

"Oh..." Su Zhaoxue flicked her tail, took out a leek bun from the paper bag and stuffed it into her mouth, obediently standing at the door to eat.

Song Qinglian nodded in satisfaction and left with confidence.

After a while, Luo Qingzhi came over.

Seeing Su Zhaoxue eating with a bag of buns standing at the door, she couldn't help asking, "What are you doing standing here? Waiting for me?

"It's not... Song Qinglian said that if I take it in and eat it, she will kill me." Su Zhaoxue rolled her eyes.

Luo Qingzhi patted Su Zhaoxue's fox head amusingly: "Then you're pretty good, why don't you be so good at ordinary times?...Come in, stand here, and be careful that the wind blows you sick."

"Then what if Song Qinglian kills me? Aunt, will you avenge me?" Su Zhaoxue flicked her tail.

"Hahaha, she's still going against the sky, I won't leave today, let's see if she has the courage to kill you." Luo Qingzhi laughed.

-A.