The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 25
Fu Wan looked at himself in the mirror, slightly surprised.

The original temperament is elegant and refined, very cool and abstinent.Dressed in white on weekdays, she is so beautiful that she is not popular.Now that she had changed into a charming dress, it made her clean and innocent even more.

It's unharmonious and heart-pounding... like a fairy falling into the mortal world, people can't help but want to defile her.

She felt that she was about to be able to use her spiritual energy, so she sat there and slowly adjusted her breath.

But soon, she was "escorted" by the servant girl onto a stage.

There are boxes all around, and you can vaguely feel the eyes in the box.

Earlier, the woman stood behind the stage and said to her in a low voice: "It's really not good to just show some talent, just say a few words. If you don't do anything..."

Dozens of big men snorted while holding various weapons.

She can't beat it yet.

Fu Wan sighed and said, "Give me a guqin."

She sat upright on the stage and quietly played the song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" for everyone.Her piano skills are very good, and her mood is not comparable to ordinary people, almost everyone is dumbfounded.

Everyone was shocked when they saw her face.

I'm afraid that only gods can look so good-looking, and have such a clean and elegant temperament.

Fu Wan silently carried the piano down while trying to mobilize spiritual power.

"5000 taels!"

The woman was so shocked that she almost broke her voice, "5000 taels, Fu Shizi bought it!"

Fu Wan put down the guqin, and was dragged away by the maids to dress up again.Fu Wan ignored them and just tried to use spiritual power silently.

A man was sitting in a room drinking tea, lifting her chin with a fan, and was about to speak.

A wave of spiritual power burst out from Fu Wan's palm, and the man flew away with the door and window.

Because she finally broke through the suppression of drugs, her spiritual power was out of her control, and ordinary clothes in the world could not withstand such an impact, her coat was suddenly torn, and her temple hair was even more disheveled and lazy.

Fu Wan couldn't care less about these things.

Being able to suppress her with medicine for so long, it would be a piece of cake to get rid of Song Jing.

If she didn't rush to find Song Jing, she estimated that he would lose his life later.

Anyone can die, but the villain boss and the protagonist cannot die.

Sensing Song Jing's aura, Fu Wan stretched out his hand to make a formula, and appeared in a deep alley in the black market.

The young man was also tied into a rice dumpling, with whip marks all over his face and body, his handsome and cold face was very pale, and he looked very bad.

Fu Wan untied the rope with a wave of his hand, and with a fingertip, he pulled him into his arms.

She walked out of the black market, looked at the little villain who had passed out, sighed, went to an inn, put him in the room, and then checked his body with spiritual power.

He was also given the same drug as hers, but his cultivation base was not as good as hers, and he probably would faint for a while.

Fu Wan stuffed him with a elixir, and healed all the wounds on his body with the help of spiritual power, and then began to adjust his breath.

Because of forcibly breaking through the suppression of the medicine effect, her spiritual power was a little disordered.

This is not a big deal, it just needs some time to adjust the breath.

Just as Fu Wan finished adjusting her breath, she heard Song Jing cough, and she quickly said, "Ah Jing."

Song Jing coughed for a while, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Song Wu blankly, and said, "Master? What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that he was done, Fu Wan felt relieved, and said, "I don't know who drugged us. It's my fault that Master didn't realize it, which made you suffer along with it."

As soon as Song Jing opened his eyes, he saw that she was wearing a tattered red dress, her snow-white shoulders and arms were faintly visible, and her clean and dusty face had a serious and peaceful expression, which was set off by the overly coquettish makeup.

But it was such a delicate and charming dress, which further made her excellent face look like a flower demon ignorant of the world, charming, clean and attractive.

"I don't blame the master, it's because the disciples were not prepared enough." He lowered his eyes a little uncomfortably, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his expression was a little cold.

He thought of her dressed in red, sitting in the brothel playing the piano for others.She seems to be indifferent at all times, clear and cold, like the bright moon in the sky, no one can startle a little ripple in her heart.

Song Jing's hands were slightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Five years ago, she raised her hand to pick up him who was stealing things, raised her delicate and white chin slightly, her eyes were compassionate and indifferent, and she looked down on him, looking like an outsider.

Later, she took him into her family, and it was the same way. She left a few books casually in a high position, and even deliberately said that she didn't want him to disturb her quietness, lest a dirty and despicable person like him would get a little bit of her skirt.

But he couldn't help but miss her.

Her clean and bright appearance really makes people... want to pull her down from the high altar.

He just couldn't help it, wanted to defile her with his dirty self.She didn't know how harmless and vulnerable she was when she fainted.

But, he threw her into such a dirty place, she was in such a mess, and she came to rescue him in such a clear and bright manner.

He thought that she didn't regard him as her apprentice at all, didn't care about him at all, and didn't even bother to give him a look.

but……

Song Jing lowered his eyes.

Fu Wan didn't notice the little villain's distorted mind, and felt that he didn't lose anything, so he didn't take it seriously.

Fu Wan looked at the rotten clothes on her body, opened the door directly, raised her hand and pushed Song Jing out with spiritual power, and slammed the door shut.

She changed back into her clothes, and tied up her messy long hair with a ribbon—her hairpin fell off.

After cleaning up, I opened the door.

Song Jing stood in the corridor not far from the door, holding a sword and closing his eyes to rest his mind. The profile of the young man was crisp, delicate and handsome.His expression was cold and silent, and he seemed more restrained and deep, with a kind of maturity that did not match his age.

Fu Wan thought for a while, and said: "You are already bigu now, so you don't need to eat."

What she said was an affirmative sentence, Song Jing naturally nodded without saying anything.

"Let's go." Fu Wan's expression was indifferent, and he led Song Jing out of the inn.

For a full ninety miles, the two of them walked for most of the day.

So it was dark, and the two of them went to the bottom of the mountain where the monsters were said to be haunted.There is a village here, but the two of them came a bit late, the doors of everyone in the village were closed, and there were no lights.

Obviously, he was afraid of provoking monsters.

Fu Wan was too lazy to bother the villagers, so he found a big tree by himself, flew onto the tree, leaned against the trunk and began to rest.

The little villain held his sword silently, leaned against the tree under the tree and began to close his eyes and rest.

A little tired during the day, Fu Wan fell asleep not long after.

Fortunately, the cultivator had sharp eyes and ears, and when the big snake came towards her with its bloody mouth open, Fu Wan woke up immediately, and drew out his Qingshuang sword to strike at the big snake!

The snake was as thick as a bucket, with its mouth wide open, it could swallow five pieces of meat.

But as soon as the sword energy came out, the snake was directly cut into a meat paste by Qingshuang's sword energy, and scattered in all directions.

Fu Wan grasped the formula with his right hand, pulled the meat paste away, and threw it into a distant ditch.

Seeing that the snake was dealt with, Fu Wan yawned and continued to sleep.

Song Jing who saw everything below: "..."

He stretched out his hand to take a drop of snake blood, the blood on his snow-white fingertips was thick, he raised his hand to send the blood into his mouth, a strange look of madness appeared on his face.

Song Jing raised his hand, and a formation cut him off.He used the spiritual energy, but the color emitted by the spiritual energy was not the ice blue of the ice spirit root, but thick blood.

Moreover, how could a monk in the early stage of Jindan have such a powerful aura fluctuation?
　Lu Xun once said, I examine myself three times a day, is it true?do you sleep?Vote (doudou) no?
　　Daily serving bowls to ask for tickets——

　　
　
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