After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

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

Zhou Yan paused and changed his question: "Who is this person?"

What Zhou Yan asked was that this palm shattered her whole body.

Joe was silent.

"Even if this person treats you like this," Zhou Yan looked at her quietly, "you don't want to tell me and let me avenge you?"

Qiao Wan remained silent.

In this awkward atmosphere, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, "Forget it, you have a good rest, I will come to you later."

After Zhou Yan left, Qiao Wan was left alone in the Yuqing Palace.

After lying in bed for a while, Joe rolled over and got out of bed.

Yuqing Palace has not changed much from before she left. Peach blossoms are blooming outside the corridor. On this way, the clouds are steaming and Xia Wei can be seen from a distance.

As soon as he went out, Qiao Wan also bumped into Komatsu.

Since Komatsu was taking care of her during the two days she was lethargic, Xiao Daotong didn't show a surprised expression when she saw her.

Qiao turned around for a long time, but did not see the familiar bony and sick beauty.

It stands to reason that after she returned to the mountain, the senior brother would definitely have to go up the mountain to see him. Without seeing the senior brother, Qiao Wan felt a little guilty and asked anxiously, "Where's Daoyou Lu?"

"Senior brother went down the mountain some time ago, but he hasn't come back yet."

As soon as these words were spoken, Qiao Wan breathed a long sigh of relief silently, and sat down with Xiaosong in the corridor.

"Senior Sister Qiao." Xiao Daotong glanced at Qiao Wan hesitantly, "What's going on down the mountain?"

"What's the matter?"

"This jade slip is so noisy, now, see for yourself."

Take a look.

Um……

Qiao Wan calmly closed the jade slip, "That's probably what happened."

At this moment, a familiar soft voice suddenly came from behind.

Qiao Wan and Xiao Song turned their heads together.

Xiao Song quickly stood up and saluted: "Senior Sister Mu!"

Mu Xiaoxiao, wearing a thin blue gauze dress, stood under the porch, looked at Qiao Wan, seemed to hesitate for a second, but raised a smile.

"Joe... Junior Sister, so you are here, tell me to find it."

"Master asked me to take you to see him."

Qiao Wan hesitated for a second before saying hello: "Miss Mu."

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't care about Qiao Wan's title, and asked softly, "Can Junior Sister come back with me?"

Qiao Wan looked at Mu Xiaoxiao quietly.

As a book-wearing female partner, she was indeed born for Mu Xiaoxiao.

Although she was used as a substitute because of Mu Xiaoxiao, this was also the origin of her tragedy, but in the final analysis, it was a private matter between her and Zhou Yan, and it had nothing to do with Mu Xiaoxiao. Mu Xiaoxiao had any direct conflict.

After thinking about it, Qiao Wan obediently followed behind Mu Xiaoxiao's butt, trying her best not to embarrass the girl in front of her.

The peach blossoms outside the corridor are undefeated in all seasons, and many petals swirl gently, blowing on the corner of the girl's light-colored skirt.

Along the way, Mu Xiaoxiao whispered: "Actually, since Junior Sister, since you went down the mountain, Master has been blaming himself."

"Master's character, it's not that you don't know Junior Sister. The peak of kendo is not easy to do, Master... he's so lonely. For hundreds of years, he has only a sword, so he forgot how to get along with others.

Perhaps, Master is indeed a bit tough in dealing with others, and he will not put himself in the shoes of others, but I believe that Master also has you, me, and senior brother in his heart. Over the past few hundred years, Master has accepted three of our apprentices. "

"I hope, Junior Sister, you can forgive Master."

Mu Xiaoxiao paused and glanced at the peach blossoms under the corridor, "We, Yuqingfeng, will be reunited again. If you want to come, Senior Brother will definitely be happy."

Hearing this, Qiao Wan was a little confused.

The girl blinked, like a young deer, with obvious hopes and expectations in her eyes.

But she is not Pei Chunzheng, and she will not change her mind just because of Mu Xiaoxiao's few words.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips: "that's you, not me."

From beginning to end, there were only Zhou Yan, Mu Xiaoxiao and... Lu Bihan.

It seems that he didn't expect Qiao Wan to refuse so bluntly, Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and he was blocked back before he could say anything.

"Even if you don't want to forgive Master, Junior Sister, Kunshan still has your friends."

After hesitating for a while, Mu Xiaoxiao squeezed her fingers uneasily: "Senior brothers and sisters, I miss you too, if you want, I can also introduce my friend to you. We will cultivate together in the future. Are you going to be together?"

As he spoke, he arrived at Zhou Yan's cave.

Compared with Zhou Yan's usually deserted Dongfu, there were quite a few Kunshan disciples standing there today, both male and female, looking at Zhou Yan who was sitting in the main seat with a respectful expression.

This posture... seems to be in class?

As soon as they noticed the movement at the door, all the Kunshan disciples turned their heads.

Qiao Wan was immediately bathed in the sight of this group of teenage girls.

In those eyes, all kinds of curiosity and excitement.

Mu Xiaoxiao: "These are all disciples of Uncle Xuanzhong."

Qiao Wan had heard of the real person Xuanzhong. When she was in the Discipline Hall, Elder Xuanzhong voted "No" for her thirty-year sentence. Although Qiao Wan never had contact with Elder Xuanzhong, she still remembered the appearance of Elder Xuanzhong. With long beards, gentle eyebrows and amiable eyes, it is very in line with ordinary people's imagination of immortals.

Mu Xiaoxiao explained: "Uncle Xuanzhong retreats and entrusts his disciples to master to take care of them for a period of time."

Zhou Yanduan sat in the main seat with a low voice.

After catching a glimpse of Mu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Yan slightly nodded, "Xiaoxiao."

Paused.

"Evening."

Mu Xiaoxiao took a step back and said with a smile, "Master, I have brought my sister."

Zhou Yan's eyes fell on Qiao Wan, and he lowered his eyes and didn't look any further.

As soon as Qiao Wan came, the thoughts of the Xuanzhong disciples who were still in serious class couldn't help but start to wander all the way.

This is Joe late! !

Is Joe really back? ! And it doesn't look as bad as what Yu Jian said?

The following movement was naturally hidden from Zhou Yan, who was sitting in the main seat.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and increased his tone slowly, "Do you remember the sword art I just said?"

The disciples of Xuanzhong suddenly returned to their senses, their expressions solemn, and they nodded.

Since there is nothing to do here for a while, Qiao Wan stood at the door, thinking silently for a while.

It wasn't her intention to go back to Kunshan, but now that she's back, should she try to win a golden fetus? In the current situation, it is obviously not the time to be entangled in these matters. There are still many things waiting for her to resolve.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan felt a little headache.

In the main seat, the man's voice suddenly stopped.

"Evening."

"Night?"

The girl stood silently at the door, her eyes half-drooping, as if she was thinking about something, and she was in awe.

Zhou Yan's heart tightened, and his hands in his sleeves clenched a little calmly.

Over the past 30 years, he has rarely given advice to Qiao Wan, and has never shouldered the responsibility of a master. Instead, Lu Bihan has acted as the master for him. In fact, Zhou Yan also knew that Qiao Wan admired him. Every time he stepped off the high platform and pointed her in person, her eyes lit up.

After more than 30 years, he cared about Qiao Wan as much as he did to other Kunshan disciples. In the end, he did something wrong, but he was used to being conceited and did not want to bow his head.

Now that he was finally willing to bow his head, he suddenly realized that his apprentice, who had admired him since he was a child, never looked in his direction from beginning to end.

Zhou Yan's hand in his sleeve tightened and tightened.

Mu Xiaoxiao tugged at the corner of Qiao Wan's clothes and said worriedly, "Junior sister, what are you thinking? Master called you."

Qiao Wan suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that, at some point, the disciples of Xuanzhong's real people had already stepped back and looked at the three masters and apprentices curiously.

Looking up, he met Zhou Yan's cold eyes.

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, his eyes were cold and clear, and he couldn't see his emotions: "You come forward."

Qiao Wan calmly followed her words and stepped forward.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Wan's shoulder: "In these days, you have suffered at the foot of the mountain. In the next period of time, I will personally educate you. Let me see your cultivation level now."

A stream of heat seeped into the shoulders along the skin.

Qiao Wan's heart suddenly jumped, and she subconsciously avoided Zhou Yan's hand.

Zhou Yan's hand just kept an awkward position and stopped stiffly in mid-air.

The air seemed to freeze.

After half a second, the man finally moved again, his five fingers slipped down his shoulders, and tightly hugged Qiao Wan's arm.

In fact, Qiao Wan didn't expect that she would resist so much. Just as Zhou Yangang held her arm, she immediately threw out the Wuxiang Art in a conditioned reflex.

Demon Emperor Jiaying? !

Zhou Yan was shocked.

The trick that Qiao Wan used actually had the shadow of the demon emperor Jiaying? !

Although he has never fought with Jia Ying, he can also detect that this is the work of the Demon Emperor.

Where did Qiao Wan learn from the demon emperor's kung fu? !

In a daze, Qiao Wan's palm had already hit her chest.

As soon as Zhou Yan ignored his observation, his palm was at the center of the mouth, and he was actually taken a step back by the earthquake.

Mu Xiaoxiao exclaimed: "Master!!"

No one expected that Qiao Wanhui would suddenly make a move, and all the Xuanzhong disciples were stunned.

"Real?!"

"stop!"

Respond to it and stop immediately.

Zhou Yan motioned for the others to step back.

Qiao Wan jumped back and stepped on the jade pillar in the temple.

All this happened in a flash of lightning. The girl's figure was clean and neat, and the bow-tie hairband on her head raised a pale pink arc, but her dark eyes were fierce and calm, like a wolf cub, and there was a line in her eyes. Cold Mans.

With his whole body "hanging" on the pillar, Qiao Wan looked blankly at Zhou Yan, who was stunned in front of him.

"I'm not Miss Mu."

"I have the ability to protect myself, and I don't need your teaching."

Zhou Yan's heart grieved, his throat was sweet, and he choked out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

Kunshan canteen.

The dining hall has always been an excellent place for Chinese and foreign students to gossip.

At this moment, a familiar tall figure suddenly came to the door. The young man had a beautiful face, clear eyebrows and eyes, and his ponytail fell behind his tight waist. Even in the crowded dining hall, this face was still very eye-catching.

Pei Chunzheng! !

A group of Kunshan disciples tacitly held their rice plates and took a step back.

In the panic, the unlucky jade slip slipped out of his waist.

Unbiased, it just landed at the feet of the young man.

So, the line of ink on the jade slip simply and rudely hit the boy's eyes.

Pei Chunzheng bent down to pick up the jade slip's hand, paused slightly, and remained silent for a long time.

A group of Kunshan disciples exchanged glances uneasily.

What's going on here? Anyway, give a reaction?

Whose jade slip? Go pick it up!

In this suffocating silence, a young junior sister with a flushed face finally stood in the crowd, raised her hand weakly, "Pei...Senior brother Pei, this is my jade slip."

His heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something, and a strange shuddering astringency filled his heart. The young man opened his delicate peach blossom eyes, and there was a rare glimpse of indiscernible dazedness in his eyes. The cinnabar flashed a red light.

Qiao Wan... is back?