Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Xuan Lingzong.

It has been about three months since Song Hongli left Lingyun Peak.

It was a good day, it was noon again, the sun rarely appeared on the main peak, and the air was extraordinarily fresh.

It was bright, like gold sprinkled in the snow, and it looked warm and comfortable.

Ye Peiyu was in a good mood, so she personally took a group of young disciples to the Library, preparing to herd sheep for them.

This group of disciples happened to be the young disciples of Song Qinglian and Zhao Jingjing.

On the way to the Library, Zhao Jingjing saw Song Qinglian just staring at the white snow next to her, with no emotion on her face, so she ran to her side and tugged at her sleeve.

"Song Qinglian, what are you thinking? Usually we spend most of our time at the main peak. Today, it is rare to go to the Library together. Are you not happy?"

On the other side, Song Qinglian was asked by Zhao Jingjing, recovered and lied.

"No.... I'm just thinking of a sword move, but I can't always be in that position."

She didn't want to say that she was just thinking about Master.

Naturally, Zhao Jingjing didn't know that Song Qinglian was lying, so she patted her on the shoulder.

"You've worked very hard, taking classes during the day, staying up late at night doing so many things, practicing swordsmanship, reading and painting... By the way, speaking of painting, how much have you painted?"

Song Qinglian patted the cloth bag she was carrying with her: "I painted most of the time, but there was always not enough time. So I finally got some free time today, so I took it and went to the Library later to continue painting."

While talking, the group had already arrived at the Library, and the Library of Xuanlingzong was very rich in books.

The library has a majestic weather and looks like one in all directions. Although it claims to have six floors, there are actually nine floors inside, and the numbers start from one pole to nine.

But those people who have nothing to do in Immortal World will be fed up and talk sarcastic things, which is what they are now.

Among them, there are corridors outside the lower four floors, and five or six can be used as observation halls, but there are no books and items on the top floor, and there is nothing.

Ye Peiyu took the little disciple in and said, "You can read at will on the first and second floors. Remember to put the books back in their original positions after they are finished. All books are classified in detail and should not be disturbed."

"If you don't understand the books on the third and fourth floors, you don't have to read them. The fifth floor and above is a forbidden area. You absolutely, absolutely cannot go up. Violators will be expelled from the Xuanling Sect. Let's go."

"Expulsion from the Xuanling Sect... It's so serious, I don't know what books are on the fifth floor and above. I guess it's about the very powerful but dangerous Cultivation Technique."

Zhao Jingjing talked to Song Qinglian while walking.

"Maybe... I'll find a quiet place to paint first, and you can read by yourself."

Song Qinglian waved at Zhao Jingjing, as if not interested in the so-called banned books.

"There is a rest area on each floor. There are desks and chairs. You can go and draw there. I will find you later."

Song Qinglian nodded and left along the road pointed by Zhao Jingjing.

After finding the so-called rest area, Song Qinglian found a quiet corner,

Then he spread out the picture scroll and meditated for a while, before picking up the pen on the table with his right hand and drawing on the picture carefully.

After a while, I heard a loud noise, gradually approaching from the outside.

Immediately, Li Ange came in first with the book, surrounded by a group of giggling disciples who kept saying something.

Li Ange is the daughter of the Inner Sect elite Elder in the Xuanling Sect, and her relationship with Song Qinglian has never been good.

And she was quite happy today, she saw Song Qinglian as soon as she entered the library, she immediately changed her expression of contempt, and snorted in her nose.

"Hmph, it's disappointing to see her. An abandoned disciple pretends to be arrogant all day long."

Song Qinglian gritted her teeth fiercely, endured silently, forcing herself to just look at the picture scroll and ignore Li Ange's vicious words.

Seeing Song Qinglian ignoring her, Li Ange made fun of herself and found a place to sit down at will.

The flattering disciples next to her also surrounded her to find a seat to sit down, and they kept talking to Li Ange, and the originally quiet rest area suddenly became noisy.

Song Qinglian sat alone in the corner, the sun couldn't reach there, as if a layer of ashes had fallen on her body.

I don't think it will be long before something breaks her painting.

Zhao Jingjing suddenly ran in from the outside, excited and smiling wickedly, ran straight to Song Qinglian, pulled Song Qinglian up without any reason, and walked out.

"Hey, come with me, I found an interesting place..."

Song Qinglian struggled a few times, and found that Zhao Jingjing had more strength than her, and she couldn't break free: "Zhao Jingjing! What's so urgent? My paintings are still..."

"Shh! Be quiet. I'll tell you when I get there. It's definitely more interesting than your paintings."

Zhao Jingjing dragged Song Qinglian and trotted all the way, bypassing the intricate bookcases, and went up the stairs straight upstairs.

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