Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Song Hongli has few things to remember, and even fewer things to hate.

He lives casually, and naturally he won't let troubles bother him.

But once something gets into his eyes and into his heart, he will become more persistent and even stubborn than ordinary people, and it will be difficult to get rid of it or forget it.

Hey, I don't know that Luo Qingzhi can't control Su Zhaoxue in Xuanlingzong, if only Zhaoxue is as sensible as Qinglian.

After Song Qinglian left, Song Hongli pulled off the hairpin, and his long hair like ink poured down.

He walked out of the door, looked up at the bright moon, put the hairpin on his chest, and closed his eyes.

After counting the time, he did not realize that he had traveled from the earth to this world for such a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Hongli took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket ring.

He put away the hairpin, folded the white paper into the shape of a paper crane, held it in both hands, put it to his mouth and whispered a few words, Song Hongli raised his hands~ and threw it into the air.

The paper crane did not fall, but flapped its wings and flew towards the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

the next day.

Most of the disciples were gathering momentum for the Immortal Dao Conference, and they cultivated alone in the room. Even Zhao Jingjing, who loved the fun, stayed quietly in her room for a day without going out.

And Song Qinglian gave the hairpin. After she came out of Song Hongli's room, she wanted to rest and prepare for tomorrow's Fairy Dao Conference.

But her mind was full of the Master's face. As soon as she closed her eyes, the Master looked back at her and smiled at her with that hairpin on, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Song Qinglian wanted to see Song Hongli, but was afraid to go.

When the sun and the moon change, another day has passed.

Early in the morning, Yunshuimen became extremely lively.

Nearly a hundred sect disciples gathered here to hold a grand event once every ten years.

The desire for honor, the excitement of learning from peers and the anticipation of secret realm treasures make the young disciples gear up.

Although Song Hongli's residence is far away from the ring, many disciples of the surrounding sects wake up early, and they go there one after another, and talk loudly along the way.

Song Hongli was disturbed by these people early in the morning, and Song Qinglian also expected this, and went to Song Hongli's wing in the morning.

The tangle of yesterday had long been forgotten, and when she remembered it, she had already arrived in Song Hongli's wing.

As she expected, Song Hongli was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his thighs, his face was expressionless, Song Qinglian knew that the Master was not happy, so he walked over quickly and said softly.

"Master, are you not feeling well?"

Before coming to Yunshuimen, Ye Peiyu specially came to deliver a Medicine Pill of various kinds.

This was probably the most generous time the disciples saw Ye Peiyu, and they all happily shared the Medicine Pill.

But Ye Peiyu pulled Song Qinglian aside and explained something.

If Song Hongli can't sleep well, he will have a headache.

This has been known since Song Hongli was a child, and only peak masters such as Ye Peiyu, Mu Yanwan and Ling Yiting knew about it.

This was a secret disease that even Mu Yanwan felt helpless, and Song Qinglian couldn't help but be surprised when she found out.

She had never seen Song Hongli have a headache, but then she thought that when Song Hongli was at Lingyun Peak, no one bothered him to rest.

Even Luo Qingzhi called Song Hongli for something, and she would count the time, so how could Song Hongli not sleep well.

The Fairy Dao Conference, with many cultivators, inevitably disturbed Song Hongli's rest, which Ye Peiyu had already expected.

So I instructed Song Qinglian to pay more attention, not to let Song Hongli be unhappy and mess around at the Fairy Dao Conference.

Song Hongli was sitting on the head of the bed, his brows were slightly raised, and he didn't speak. Song Qinglian didn't say much. He stepped forward and put his hand on the acupuncture point on Song Hongli's head and began to press gently.

Song Qinglian doesn't have the medical skills of Mu Yanwan, and the Cultivation Base is not deep, so she doesn't know how to solve Song Hongli's headache.

Fortunately, Song Qinglian grasped the strength very well, Song Hongli closed his eyes and hummed softly.

Song Qinglian was relieved when she saw Song Hongli's expression relaxed a lot.

The two were like this all the time, Song Hongli's breathing became more and more even and long, his head gently resting on Song Qinglian's abdomen, just when he was about to fall asleep again, the disciples of Xuan Lingzong came.

Song Hongli opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, Song Qinglian looked outside, and knew that it was getting late, if he didn't make it, it would be too late, Song Qinglian said softly, "Master, my disciple is dressing for you.

"Um."

Song Qinglian took the clothes and took care of them carefully for Song Hongli. When they were dressed properly, Song Hongli took out the hairpin and said, "Qinglian, put it on for Master"

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Song Qinglian looked at the wooden hairpin, and when she heard Song Hongli's words, she was overjoyed and her face burst into a smile.

Song Qinglian took the hairpin, tied the first half of Song Hongli's black hair, and the second half of the black hair was loose, and took care of it.

Song Hongli was the last sect to arrive when he led the disciples.

...for flowers »

Xuan Lingzong's appearance is the most eye-catching, not to mention that this time it is a disciple led by Song Hongli, which is really a once-in-a-lifetime encounter.

There were many people who came to meet, and Song Hongli was the most annoying thing about interacting with people.

Fortunately, when his temper was about to be polished off, Yunshuimen Sect Master Rong Yunhe stood on the main ring, and all the elder disciples of the sect immediately quieted down.

After Rong Yunhe made some modest remarks, he officially announced the start of the Immortal Dao Conference. Forty-eight horns sounded in unison, shaking the sky and making the hearts of the cultivators surging.

Except for Song Hongli.....

A total of 722 people attended the Immortal Dao Conference, and there were only two or three disciples from some small sects.

First-class cultivators like Wanjianzong and Yunshuimen sent at least dozens of people, and they were all disciples above the peak of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment early stage...

With the exception of Xuanlingzong, all the people sent by Xuanlingzong are above the Foundation Establishment middle stage.

In addition to the main arena, there are a total of 20 arenas, and the competition lasts for a total of three days. A lottery is used to determine who the opponent is, whether the cultivation base is high or low, all depends on one's own luck.

There are three rounds of competition on the first day and the second day, that is, if the disciple wins, there will be three consecutive competitions.

Song Hongli didn't want to stay here too long, it was too crowded and too noisy.

There are always people who come to talk to him, which is very annoying, but at least half of his disciples will win the trial on the first day.

So he can't leave first and leave them alone.

Several people came back after drawing lots and were divided into two arenas. Song Qinglian, Zhao Jingjing, Cai Jingxing, and Chu Ruyun were in one place, and the rest of the disciples were in another place.

Song Hongli naturally followed Song Qinglian, and the rest of the disciples only had a look of resentment and let the oldest disciple lead the team to the ring elsewhere.

Song Hongli's competition was not in a hurry, so he was not in a hurry.

At the beginning of the competition, they also watched the people in the ring with peace of mind from the stage, and when they saw the exciting points, they would also applaud together.

Song Hongli was sitting alone in the chair, looking sullen and bored.

Among several disciples, Song Qinglian was the first to enter the ring. She was lucky, and her opponent was a Qi Refining late stage cultivator.

However, the man was nine feet tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. The Magical Item was a giant axe of gold and steel, and his aura was quite terrifying.

-pill.