So, They Were the Protagonists All Along

Liangyi Peak.

In the back mountain, in front of a simple and elegant pavilion, a woman in black gorgeous clothes lazily leaned on a stone chair, outlining her tall, mature and graceful figure.

Her long hair fell straight down to her calves like a waterfall, and the end of her hair was simply tied up with a white headband. She sat with her long, elastic legs crossed under her skirt, twisting a chess piece with her fingertips, playing chess.

Her full chest proudly supported the loose gorgeous clothes, the proportion of her shoulders and neck was just right, and with a faint smile on her face, if someone didn't know her well, they would probably only regard her as an extremely beautiful woman without any awe.

But if someone knew her identity, they probably wouldn't even have the courage to look up in front of her.

The leader of Liangyi Sect, one of the few powerful people in the Hedao realm in the world, Shang Yanfei.

The person playing chess with Shang Yanfei was her disciple, Lan Murian, who had just returned to the back mountain of Liangyi Peak not long ago.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Sect Master Shang Yanfei looked up at her disciple and asked casually.

"If I remember correctly, the sect assessment seems to have ended. Did something happen to you in Tianxuan City?" Shang Yanfei played with the chess pieces in her hand and asked again casually.

Lan Murian came back to her senses, smiled, and answered her master in a cold and pleasant voice: "It's okay, the disciple is just thinking about something."

She paused and continued: "When I tested the luck of a young cultivator in Tianxuan City, I found a luck that I had never seen before."

"That person's luck is pink."

Lan Murian paused and continued: "Master, do you know what this means?"

Shang Yanfei tapped the table lightly with her fingertips and smiled faintly: "Play chess."

"Master doesn't know?" Lan Murian said in surprise.

Shang Yanfei looked at her disciple's beautiful face with a smile, and said, "Why do you care so much about a little monk?"

"Is it because of that little monk that I am in a bad mood today?"

Lan Murian silently glanced at this beautiful woman and said, "... Let's continue playing chess."

After playing chess for a while, Lan Murian suddenly asked, "There will be an opening ceremony for disciples to join the sect in the Pilgrimage Hall in seven days. After that, the nine chiefs will select their favorite inner disciples. Will the master go there?"

Shang Yanfei dropped a black piece into the chessboard, raised her eyes and looked at the disciple, and smiled lightly, "I will no longer interfere in the trivial matters of the sect, but I will go to the opening ceremony."

When she said this, she glanced at the chessboard on the table and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Disadvantage...

She raised her finger slightly, moved a black piece to another position that was advantageous to her, and then casually said: "It's your turn to make a move."

Lan Murian came back to her senses, picked up the white piece, looked down at the chessboard, frowned, and seemed to be thinking seriously about how to make the next move.

At this time, Shang Yanfei suddenly seemed to have a sense of something, and raised her head slightly to look in a certain direction.

Lan Murian noticed the abnormality of her master, and looked up along her master's gaze.

That direction is...the direction of the library?

Lan Murian was puzzled at first, and then saw that there seemed to be beautiful clouds quietly gathering under the sky.

That was auspicious clouds.

Under normal circumstances, let alone in the outside world, even in the Liangyi Sect, it is rare to see such a scene.

Almost all the clouds on the sky condensed into auspicious clouds, which lit up in the sky with colorful streamers.

Lan Murian seemed to remember something, her eyes froze slightly, and she whispered to herself:

"...A spirit dragon was born?"

Whose disciple's luck attracted him?

Ye Yu, or Bai Ruoxi?

Or Ye Lingxuan?

These three people are all people with great luck, and they are indeed likely to attract spirit dragons.

But for some reason, Lan Murian thought of another person in her heart.

"Or maybe he...?" The name of a certain scumbag man appeared in Lan Murian's mind.

...

Book Collection Pavilion.

On the top floor of the Book Collection Pavilion, three monks from the Liangyi Sect were sitting together drinking tea and discussing.

Yan Ruyu, the owner of the Book Collection Pavilion, was holding a delicate teacup with complex patterns in her hand and playing with the teacup in her hand.

She was wearing a loose black robe, hiding her protruding figure in the loose robe, with her hair loose. Although she always had a gentle smile on her face, her pair of light golden eyes gave people a sense of awe wherever they passed.

"Two senior brothers, the assessments of the nine main peaks have all ended. In a few days, it will be the day to select disciples. Do you have anyone you like?" Yan Ruyu looked around at the two and smiled.

The two senior brothers Yan Ruyu mentioned, one is Ning Yuan, the head of Zuimeng Peak.

The other is Xiang Yan, the head of Chunyang Peak.

Ning Yuan stroked his beard and smiled, "There are always many geniuses in the sect assessment every year, but most of them are arrogant and need to be tempered for a period of time before they can become useful. Don't rush to choose, observe for the next two days and then make plans."

"Although there are many geniuses, even if they are geniuses, if they only have enough character, they are also easy to fall." Xiang Yan played with the cigarette in his hand and lit it with a flick of his finger.

Yan Ruyu looked at Xiang Yan with a smile and said softly, "Senior Brother Xiang."

Xiang Yan was slightly stunned, then sighed helplessly, threw the cigarette in his hand out of the window, and turned into dust in an instant and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Xiang Yan is different from other cultivators. He is quite interested in the world and often hides his identity. He walks alone in towns and villages. He is particularly interested in the popular "cigarettes" and often lights one when thinking.

However, this is the library. What Sister Yan hates most is those men with strong odors.

"How are the disciples who joined the sect from Canghai Peak this time? Are there two or three?" Ning Yuan suddenly asked curiously.

They are all the chiefs of the sect, but Canghai Peak is special because the content of the sect assessment of Canghai Peak is really too heaven-defying.

Well... it is heaven-defying in every sense.

Therefore, the number of disciples who join the sect from Canghai Peak every year is quite small. If nothing unexpected happens, there should not be much change this year.

However, Yan Ruyu smiled and said, "Most of the disciples who took the assessment from Canghai Peak this time have passed."

When she said this, she couldn't help but think of the little cultivator who had comprehended some of the formations of the Trial Forest.

Although he was only at the fifth level of Qi training, the Blue Junior Sister seemed to be quite concerned about him. This was rare in the past and was indeed a bit strange.

Seeing that both of her senior brothers looked a little surprised, Yan Ruyu just smiled and did not explain.

Suddenly, she vaguely sensed a commotion outside.

Yan Ruyu turned her head to look out the window, but only saw a giant dragon with a pair of antlers on its head sticking out of the clouds on the cliff outside the library.

Ning Yuan and Xiang Yan both looked over and then looked at each other, and saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Ning Yuan was surprised and said, "Senior Linglong actually showed up on the day of the assessment? Could it be that he was attracted by the disciples who were taking the assessment this time?"

"The existence of Linglong itself represents the word luck. It especially prefers the royal purple qi, but if it is a person with great luck, it will occasionally get its favor." Xiang Yan said to himself, "Could it be that there is a person with great luck among these disciples?"

Even so, it is hard to explain why Linglong showed up...

In this world, people with great luck are indeed extremely rare.

But Linglong is an ancient dragon that has existed since before the founding of the sect. Even people with great luck have seen many of them. For it, great luck is rare, but not rare enough to make it show up.

"It's coming up!" At this time, someone in the audience suddenly exclaimed.

In the mist, a silver dragon swam out of the mist and flew out of the abyss amid the exclamations of the sect disciples.

It was suspended in the air, swinging its ferocious and beautiful tail, and the clouds around it were quietly changed into colorful clouds.

The spirit dragon blinked its clear and lively eyes, looking down and looking around at the disciples of the sect.

Almost every disciple had a fiery look in his eyes at this moment, staring at the spirit dragon.

Even those brothers and sisters who had been in the sect for several years had some expectations in their eyes.

It is said that those who are appreciated by the spirit dragon will receive infinite luck.

Having great luck also means that their future path of cultivating immortals will be smooth and full of adventures.

It is no wonder that everyone is looking forward to it at this time.

The spirit dragon lazily opened its mouth in the air, as if yawning.

A pair of golden eyes scanned the disciples present, and soon, its brilliant golden vertical pupils stared in a certain direction.

"It seems to be looking at us." Bai Ruoxi suddenly transmitted a voice.

There is absolutely no mistake, the person it is staring at is me... Feeling the huge sense of oppression coming towards him, Mu Zhian immediately made a judgment in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice in his mind: "Aaa?"

Mu Zhian was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and just met the beast eyes of the spirit dragon, and a hint of strangeness in its eyes.

Is it talking to me...?

But what did it just mean?

"It's coming towards us!" Wei Mengrou suddenly whispered, subconsciously blocking the young master behind her.

The disciples watching obviously also noticed this scene, and their eyes looked over.

"Where is Senior Linglong going? I haven't seen it in the sect for several years. It's so excited after it appeared this time?"

"Could it be that the disciple of a person with great luck attracted it...?"

"It's the eldest lady of the Bai family in Tianxuan City, the first person of the same generation in Tianxuan City this time." A disciple who was also a Tianxuan City test recognized Bai Ruoxi's identity and suddenly spoke.

The eyes of all the sect disciples fell on the white-dressed woman beside Mu Zhian, and their eyes were attracted involuntarily.

It must be said that even in Liangyi Sect, it is difficult to find a beauty like Bai Ruoxi, not to mention that the other party is not just a beautiful vase, her strength is also superior to her peers.

"Senior Linglong is going for the eldest daughter of the Bai family?"

"Yes, after all, she is a person with great luck, but it is rare that even Senior Linglong is attracted to her..."

Seeing the spirit dragon slowly swimming towards Bai Ruoxi, Mu Zhian raised his head again and his eyes met with the spirit dragon.

In front of so many people, if the spirit dragon came like this, I am afraid it will spread among the disciples of Liangyi Sect tomorrow.

This is not what Mu Zhian wants.

After all, he is suspected to have the mark left by the queen of the demon world on his body. If he becomes the target of public criticism now, it will do more harm than good to him.

Mu Zhian raised his head and looked at the spirit dragon, trying to communicate with it via voice: "Senior Spirit Dragon, can you go back today? I will find a time to see you another day."

The spirit dragon blinked its golden beast eyes without any impurities, tilted its head, and there seemed to be a big question mark on its head, and there seemed to be some loss in its eyes.

Being suddenly told to stop and not let it get closer seemed to make this spiritual dragon a little disappointed for a moment.

The spirit dragon that has existed since the founding of the sect is estimated to be at least a thousand or even tens of thousands of years old now, but it is still so simple... Mu Zhi'an couldn't help but complain in his heart, and said again:

"Believe me, I never break my promise."

"Aaaa?"

Suddenly, a strange, incomprehensible voice came from Mu Zhian's mind. It sounded more like a beautiful singing voice than talking, as if asking him whether he meant what he said.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly and gave it an accurate affirmative answer.

The look of disappointment in the eyes of the spirit dragon disappeared. It looked around at everyone, and finally, under the gazes of the disciples, it raised its four claws, waved away the surrounding clouds, flicked its tail, and returned to the bottomless cliff. .

All the disciples of the sect were a little confused. It was not until they looked at the spirit dragon that quietly got into the clouds and mist that someone murmured dully after a long time:

"Senior Spirit Dragon is going back now...?"

"I thought it was interested in the eldest lady of the Bai family... But now it seems that is not the case?"

Everyone was a little disappointed, but inexplicably relieved.

What they expect is that the spirit dragon will choose them as the host of the luck blessing. If the person the spirit dragon chooses today is not them, it will inevitably make people a little jealous.

Now seeing the other party leave like this, although it is disappointing, it also makes people mentally balanced a lot.

"By the way, who is the monk next to Miss Bai?" Someone suddenly asked.

These disciples all looked at Bai Ruoxi. She was wearing a plain palace skirt and had a charming back curve. Her back alone made people think of her endlessly. She had a cold temperament and made people feel inaccessible.

However, at this moment, this unapproachable beauty let the monk beside her hold her little hand, covering her mouth and smiling softly from time to time. Both her posture and smile were extremely beautiful.

Of course, if Mu Zhian was to judge, he actually felt that this cold and weak beauty was more beautiful when she was so shy that she bit her lower lip in bed.

"He is the eldest young master of the Mu family. He is the benefactor who helped us pass the Canghai Peak exam this time." A disciple in the crowd who knew Mu Zhian suddenly said.

"Canghai Peak's assessment?"

As soon as these words came out, the topic of these disciples who had just joined the sect suddenly shifted to the difficulty of the sect's examinations on the major peaks.

For these assessment disciples, the novelty of just entering the sect has not worn off yet, and there are always endless topics to talk about. They all tacitly changed the topic from Bai Ruoxi to other topics.

It's not that he doesn't care about Bai Ruoxi, it's just that when he thinks that such a good cabbage has been taken away from him, mentioning it again will only make people jealous and incompetent, and there will be no other benefit.

It's better to talk about something else to divert attention.

Mu Zhian didn't know the trivial things that happened here. He took advantage of this opportunity when everyone was watching the spirit dragon, and after dragging the two of them to receive the sect token, he hurriedly left the library pavilion.

Such a thing happened today, and he was not in the mood to go to the library for the time being.

What's more, although the sect disciples didn't talk about the spirit dragon anymore, it didn't mean that they didn't care.

After all, Linglong's previous actions were full of doubts, and there would always be people who had doubts.

For example, Yan Ruyu is in the high building of the library at the moment.

At this moment, Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly and silently stared at the back of the young monk.

Everyone thought that Linglong was attracted to people with great luck, but at that time she clearly felt that the person that Senior Linglong was looking at was not someone with great luck, but... Mu Zhian.

Sure enough, there is some secret hidden in Mu Zhian's body.

Apparently, Junior Sister Lan is really hiding something from me...

Yan Ruyu's fingertips, as slender as green onions, stroked the rim of the blue and white porcelain teacup, whispering to herself.

…

When she returned to the courtyard with the two of them, Wei Mengrou suddenly said: "It seems that the spiritual dragon just came towards you?"

She was very close to Mu Zhian at the time, so she immediately noticed that the spiritual dragon was clearly coming towards Mu Zhian, and had even been staring at him.

"But why did it go back halfway?" Bai Ruoxi frowned slightly, with a bit of confusion in her eyes.

"There were many people at the time, so I tried to communicate with it and let it go back first," Mu Zhian said.

"So that's it..."

Bai Ruoxi muttered to herself, and then analyzed: "Your luck is different from ordinary people. Since Senior Spirit Dragon is attracted to you, it should know what your luck is."

"Maybe you can take this opportunity to get the answer from it."

Mu Zhian nodded.

He really wanted to know what his luck was, but he couldn't go to Spirit Dragon now, as it would attract the attention of other disciples.

Most people have forgotten about it after two days before making any plans.

After chatting with the two for a few words, Bai Ruoxi returned to the room to meditate and practice with the sect token.

It felt like Ruoxi was becoming more and more charming... Mu Zhian looked at Bai Ruoxi's beautiful figure hidden in the palace skirt with a little envy.

But after all, it was daytime and he had other things to do, so he held back for the time being.

I'm not in a hurry now, I'll help her practice in the evening...

…

After returning to the room, Mu Zhian took out a paper crane from the ring.

When he was in Tianxuan City before, he had no way of knowing who was pretending to be a senior sister to "tease" him.

But now it is different in Liangyi Sect.

The answer will be revealed soon.

Mu Zhian opened the paper crane, glanced at the contents briefly, pondered for a moment, and then wrote a reply on the back of the letter.

Then he folded the paper crane and threw it out of the window.

Then he turned to look at Wei Mengrou and said with a smile: "Sister Mengrou, let's follow this paper crane and see where it flies."

"I would like to know who dares to pretend to be Senior Sister Lan to chat with me."

He, the fish pond owner, worked hard on multi-thread operations and took such great risks to raise fish, but in the end, there were still people who wanted to raise fish pond owners like him?

I want to see who has such courage.