After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

A pair of blue-blue eyes, the back of Qiao Wan's head was numb, and she stammered out a sentence: "Predecessor?"

And tried to pull his fingers back.

Pulled back this time.

Miao Fa lightly looked away, and there was no expression of joy or anger on his face. He only left a cold command: "Take it."

As soon as the porcelain bottle started, Qiao Wan immediately held it tightly, expressing her determination.

The Buddha's eyes swept across her face and walked to the next one.

Qiao Wan held a porcelain vase nervously, still a little confused.

I always feel that the look in the eyes of my senior is a little wrong, but she didn't seem to do anything out of the ordinary except for the crazy thing she did when she was enchanted.

Don't guess what Venerable Miaofa is thinking, you can't understand it even after guessing.

But Qiao Wan didn't have time to think so much now. She didn't rest for three days in a row. As soon as she left the secret realm, it didn't take long for her highly tense nerves to relax, and a strong tiredness hit.

When the awards were over, Qiao Wan walked off the high platform with relief.

The people of Inequality College immediately greeted them excitedly.

"The Chief is back!"

"Master, are you back?!"

"Are you tired? Do you want to drink some water and rest?"

"What happened to the one who killed the pig?"

Just now who said that the mountain chief can't do it! stand out!

"Mountain Chief."

A low male voice slipped past.

All the little cabbages shivered, consciously making way.

Li Bing carried the two black and white swords on his back, walked slowly to Qiao Wan, and took a look at her face.

"Let's go."

The man turned around first, raised his feet and walked away: "After staying in this illusion for three days, it's time to rest."

At the end of the first session of the Fa conference, not only the Injustice Academy, but other sects were also packing up, preparing to take their own disciples back to rest.

On the top of the peak, the Buddha stood as majestic as a mountain, calmly coping with communication from all directions.

The senior leaders of the sect headed by Zhanyunfeng, Chongde Ancient Garden and other sects, bowed their hands slightly, exchanged a few words of flattery, stepped on the magic weapon, dressed like the wind, and floated away with a group of disciples. .

As soon as Qiao Wan looked up, she saw the splendid Tiangong of Chongde Ancient Garden. Qi Feidao stood behind the railing and waved with the corners of his mouth raised.

Fang Lingqing struggled for a second, and reluctantly waved his paws.

The disciples of the injustice academy who came by the 11th road and went on the 11th road all swallowed their saliva, and said pitifully and enviously: "When will we be able to have this card face."

Before Qiao Wan could speak, another contemptuous male voice suddenly stepped in.

The sound was not loud, but it was enough for the disciples of the Injustice Academy to hear it clearly.

The male voice sneered: "Hey, I haven't seen the world."

Another voice followed with a low laugh: "Shan Chang is a cultivator in the foundation-building period, brother, what kind of world can you expect them to see?"

Qiao Wan and Li Ping looked up together.

I do not know when a row of Confucian scholars stood in front of them, with the golden word "Good" embroidered on their sleeves, and the male voice who just spoke was one of the young men. The leader, Lu Dechang, stood not far away, glanced here, and saw that his disciples were provocative, but did not speak, obviously acquiescence.

The disciples of the Injustice Academy were stunned.

Just at this moment, the young man who was rude laughed again: "What? What do fellow Daoists see me doing?"

The disciples of Buping Academy also clearly recognized that the group of arrogant monks in front of them belonged to Shandao Academy. Although they were slightly angry, they gritted their teeth and tacitly did not choose to attack.

In a situation like today, they did not encounter one thousand, but they also encountered eight hundred.

There is no way to do this. Whoever calls them the highest cultivation base in the academy is no more than Master Li, the small sects in the cultivation world, if they are not attached to the big clan of the sect, or they have to be men with their tails between their tails, even if they encounter a situation like today Such things also have to knock out teeth and swallow blood.

However, being wise and protecting himself does not mean that the head of their academy can be demeaned and bullied by others.

Zheng Wenliang stepped forward and saluted gracefully, "Dare to ask what your friend just said?"

"What do you mean?" Although the young man smiled, his eyes fell on Qiao Wan, "What do you think, I will do it."

With these words, even Zheng Wenliang couldn't help but change his face.

Shandao Academy.

The bodhi seeds in his sleeves were as cold as water, but Qiao Wan didn't see the two young men who were provocative. Their eyes fell on Lu Dechang across the crowd.

Lu Dechang noticed her gaze, and he may have been paying attention to Qiao Wan since just now, and glanced at her lightly.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and touched the sword unconsciously.

The other disciples of Buping Academy also glared at each other, their eyes almost flushed with anger.

Just at the moment when the atmosphere was tense, Li Juing's voice suddenly came, "Let's go."

The injustice disciples were dumbfounded: "Uncle Shi?"

Li Ju was unmoved and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Zheng Wenliang was in a hurry.

How can it be so? !

If they humiliated and humiliated them before, they just swallowed it up, but this has all been humiliated to the head of the mountain! Isn't the mountain chief the face of their academy?

Li Juan's voice was still calm: "A dog bites a person, do you still want to be angry with the dog?"

"Bold!" The young man of Shandao also changed his face: "What do you mean by that?!"

Li Juing looked at the past with a flat face: "What do you think is what I mean."

The man's eyes are long and narrow, the ends of his eyes are slightly raised, and his eyes are deep.

Seeing that the disciple of Shandao was inexplicably guilty.

This...isn't this just a nameless little sect that has never heard of it, why are these eyes...

This look doesn't look like it came from a small school, it's more like...

The young man woke up suddenly.

This look is more like being killed from the battlefield!

Thinking of this, a little cold sweat broke out almost uncontrollably on the forehead of the disciple of Shandao.

Li Juan's expression did not change. Through the eyes of the man in front of him, he seemed to be able to see the fiery wind, with blood and gunpowder in between, whistling and blowing across the ancient battlefield full of corpses.

But when the good disciples were excited and wanted to see clearly, the feeling just now disappeared without a trace, and the one standing in front of him was the unremarkable middle-aged monk in green robes and white shoes.

Maybe he was wrong.

How could an elder from a small sect have such a warlike look in his eyes?

The disciple of Shandao looked back at Lu Dechang, and when he saw that Lu Dechang still didn't speak, he calmed down.

"Your faction means that you are dissatisfied with our Shandao Academy," the disciple of Shandao glanced at the sword in Qiao Wan's hand and sneered, "Your faction still wants to fight us here?!"

Li Ju glanced at the good disciple in front of him and said in a low voice: "It's not that we want to fight with your faction, I believe that your faction should not want to fight with us either."

"Where did you get the confidence to think we wouldn't dare to do it?"

Li Juing said in a deep voice, "At the last moment, Zhong Guipai looked at it, and it definitely didn't feel good in his heart."

"If your faction starts with us here, it will be a small loss for our injustice academy, but if it falls in the eyes of others, it may become that your faction can't afford to lose, and there is no demeanor of the famous Confucian school. ."

If you don't say it, as soon as you open your mouth, this sentence is fast and precise, and it firmly stabs the painful foot of Shandao Academy.

As a result, all the disciples of the good way suddenly changed their color.

After all, in the last quarter of an hour, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing were beaten so badly by the disciples of the good way, all the sects on Huazuo Peak clearly saw it.

The disciple of Shandao suddenly turned pale with anger, drew his sword and said angrily, "You!"

"Zixing." Not far away, Lu Dechang finally spoke, his gloomy eyes swept across Li Juing's face.

"Elder." The disciple of the good way turned back eagerly.

Lu Dechang withdrew his gaze: "Let's go."

"So as not to give the villain an opportunity."

Although the disciples of the good way still did not dare, but since the elder opened his mouth, in front of outsiders, he could not help but listen.

"Let's go." Li Ju also turned around, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the sluggish unjust disciple in front of him, "What are you still doing?"

"It's nothing, nothing?" Zheng Wenliang shook his head sharply, couldn't help but exchanged glances with Lu Yao, and was speechless.

It was the first time I discovered that Master Li was so fierce.

...

Generally speaking, cultivators basically don't need to sleep, but after three days of sparring in the illusion, Qiao Wan immediately fell unconscious as soon as she touched the bed.

When I woke up, the lights were already lit in the house.

A small, broken oil lamp, dimly lit.

A black figure sat upright in front of the table, casting a large dark shadow on the mottled wall.

Just as Qiao Wan sat up from the bed, she heard the familiar low male voice: "Awake?"

"Senior Li."

Qiao got out of bed late and walked to Li Ju's side, only to find that the man had a roll of history on his hand, and Li Ju was sitting at the table, watching with a lamp.

On the bamboo slips, a middle-aged monk who was busy at his desk was reflected, and a peach blossom slanted into the window.

It is spring scene, the branches are heavy with peach blossoms, and the grass roots by the pond are soft.

The middle-aged cultivator was dressed in azure clothes and a crane cloak. He had long eyebrows and long eyes. He was tall and straight. On the wall behind it is the Wen Si Xingzhu that Qiao Wan had seen before.

Qiao Wan could tell at a glance that this was the last mountain chief in the Chronicle of Injustice Academy. I don't know why, but when I saw this history scroll, Qiao Wan's heart suddenly became a little complicated, and I couldn't tell exactly what I felt.

Qiao Wan lowered her head in thought.

It just feels close.

However, she was very clear that she had never seen this senior before, nor had she heard any news about this senior.

"What?" Li Juing asked, perhaps sensing Qiao Wan's contemplation.

"Nothing." Qiao Wan shook her head and looked away.

If she felt that this senior was close, she would inevitably be a little suspicious. Even though she thought so, she couldn't help but take another look.

"Senior Li..." After sorting out his emotions, Qiao Wan asked, "Dare to ask the last mountain chief, what is the name taboo?"

Li Ju: "Guangze, Meng Guangze. What? Have you heard of it?"

The three words "Meng Guangze" turned around in his mind, Qiao Wan shook his head, "No, I haven't heard of it."

Li Juing closed the history scroll in a hurry.

Qiao Wan temporarily turned her attention away from the history, and another stunningly beautiful face popped up in her mind.

The senior must be angry.

Qiao Wan's heart froze, and her eyes slowly fell on the dilapidated little bed, thinking uncertainly.

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