Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Looking at the time, Song Hongli straightened his clothes and said slowly: "It's not too early, let the Master send you to the main hall to study today."

"Master..."

As Song Hongli said, Song Hongli personally brought Song Qinglian to the main peak.

Song Qinglian stood on the spot and wanted to watch the Master leave before leaving, but found that Song Hongli had no intention of leaving at all, and even followed her all the way to the main hall.

Among the disciples that Ye Peiyu brought, almost no one had seen Song Hongli.

They just stared blankly at Song Qinglian followed by a man with extraordinary temperament, whispering to each other to guess the identity of this person.

Seeing Song Hongli, Ye Peiyu couldn't help but help her forehead and said, "Junior Brother Song, why are you here?

I always feel that every time I meet Junior Brother Song, there will be nothing good...

Song Hongli nodded lightly and replied, "I'm here today, just to see Qinglian's practice, what Senior Sister usually does today, just as if I don't exist."

"This..." Ye Peiyu knew that what happened yesterday was because of her poor discipline.

Song Hongli came this time, I'm afraid it was to suppress those disciples who were thinking about it.

"Then Junior Brother Song, please."

The disciples below heard the conversation between Ye Peiyu and Song Hongli, and they all understood after a little thought.

This person is Song Hongli. Yesterday, Li Ange was expelled from the mountain gate, and his father, Li Chenhao, was dismissed from the position of Inner Sect Elite Elder. Today, Song Hongli personally sent Song Qinglian to class.

Some disciples were apprehensive, it seems that the rumor that Li Ange was expelled from the mountain gate was not groundless because of provoking Song Qinglian.

And Song Hongli didn't dislike his disciple, but he liked it very much.

The disciples who sneered at Song Qinglian on weekdays, trembling with fear, did not dare to look up at Song Hongli again, wishing that they would become transparent.

Song Hongli found a place to stay, and this stay was all day.

Song Hongli meditated cross-legged as if no one else was there, but all the disciples were calm in their hearts, making mistakes frequently during cultivation.

On the other side, Ye Peiyu looked at Junior Brother Song, and only shook his head and sighed.

When the beginning of spring, Xuanlingzong gradually became more lively than before.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, this is a festival that belongs to the Xuanling Sect alone. The road to immortality is long, and there will always be moments of inner loneliness in the middle of the night.

Therefore, even cultivators with few desires will find a dao companion when fate comes.

The patriarch of the Xuanling Sect, Weiqing Patriarch, once had an extraordinary love, and his dao companion promised his life under the waning moon on the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Since then, there are always men and women in the Xuanling Sect who set their lives on the fifth day of the first lunar month, or express their hearts here.

(cffc) In the past, Song Qinglian and others were still young and didn't know much about love, and they didn't pay much attention to the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Now that I'm older, but because I'm with Song Hongli Life every day, and I'm estranged from the same disciples, I'm still a little ignorant about feelings.

This morning, Zhao Jingjing ran over to find Song Qinglian, twitched for a long time, and asked her: "Qinglian, how do you express your love to the man you like so that you won't scare him? 99

Only then did Song Qinglian know that there was such a festival in the Xuanling Sect, and she also knew that a lively person like Zhao Jingjing would also like someone.

However, how does Song Qinglian know about these matters of love and love? Zhao Jingjing came to ask her from the wrong person.

In fact, Zhao Jingjing didn't want Song Qinglian to come up with a useful idea, she just wanted to find someone to talk to about her uneasiness.

Zhao Jingjing doesn't like people who hide and tuck, she likes to say it, but even so, she will be at a loss for fear of being rejected.

That night, Song Qinglian leaned against a rock wall and looked at the couples of men and women on the edge of the cliff.

It seemed that the breath between them was filled with a sweet fragrance, and Song Qinglian didn't understand this kind of sweet feeling.

However, the unknown beauty still made her yearn for it.

It would be nice if... she could be like this with Shizun...

On the other side, Ling Yunfeng.

Song Hongli walked with Su Zhaoxue for a day, and finally completed the entry procedures for this little fox.

As soon as he returned to the room, Su Zhaoxue leaned on the bed lazily. Although Song Hongli was also very tired, he didn't have the ability to cleanse himself, so he could only rest after taking a shower.

He glanced at Su Zhaoxue, who was lying flat, and took the towel and walked towards the next room.

Ling Yunfeng didn't have a room dedicated to bathing, he just found a room in the courtyard and placed a large wooden bucket.

Song Hongli filled the bucket with hot water, ready to take off his clothes.

Today he is too tired and doesn't have much energy Fractionated Divinity.

So I didn't notice that after he came in, there was a shadow at the door, and this figure was naturally Su Zhaoxue.

She felt a little cold when she fell asleep just now, so she wanted to ask Song Hongli to come over and give her a hug, but when she opened her eyes, she found that Song Hongli was no longer in the room, so she followed.

When she saw that Song Hongli was going to take a bath, she had other thoughts in her heart.

Even though she has been more honest in the sect these days, Su Zhaoxue has never forgotten the last time she wanted to take a bath with Song Hongli in the extremely cold place but was rejected.

In fact, she just wanted to see Song Hongli's body, who knew that this stinky master was actually very stingy.

Su Zhaoxue really didn't understand why Song Hongli wanted to hide it and not show it to herself.

At this moment, when Song Hongli was about to take off his clothes, Su Zhaoxue hurriedly buttoned the paper window with a hole the size of his wrist, and looked at her with a smug look.

Song Hongli was not very vigilant about the outside world, so naturally he couldn't notice that there was an extra fox outside watching his every move.

But Su Zhaoxue was lying on the door watching the scene inside the house, but she frowned in disappointment.

Song Hongli had already sat in the wooden barrel, covering most of his body, but the mist gradually floated up, making Su Zhaoxue even more incomprehensible.

She blew the mist with her mouth, but found that it couldn't be blown away at all.

She hasn't seen enough of Song Hongli's body, and she wants to see it again.

But thinking of the last time he proposed to take a bath together in an extremely cold place, Song Hongli refused directly, with no room for negotiation.

This made Su Zhaoxue really can't think of any good way to get in.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the half-open window, as if thinking of something, she hurriedly turned into a little fox, and slowly climbed in along the window.

"Hey, I have to go to the transfer power hall to teach in a few days, and in a few months, it will be the Immortal Dao Conference. I don't have time to instruct Qing Lian, and this fox doesn't worry about it, I really can't rest at all. 35

Song Hongli thought so, and sighed softly, rubbing his head, which was slightly aching from being too tired, with his hands.

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the water, as if a stone was thrown in, causing Song Hongli to hurriedly open his eyes.

He looked around in the water and found no heavy objects such as stones.

But the sound just now was too real and definitely not fake, not to mention that when the thing smashed in, the water splashed on his face.

Just as Song Hongli was trying to find out what fell into the barrel, a white object gradually appeared on the surface of the water.

Seeing a small fox head gradually emerge from the water.

The movement was very slow, as if he was afraid of being discovered by himself.