After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

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

This time, Lu Cixian went to Kunshan, which was a little different from before. At that time, she had no name and participated in the Dharma seminar, one for the experience and the other for fame.

But this time, I don't know how many people are secretly staring at "him", staring at the newly emerged monk of the Injustice Academy, waiting to see how capable he is, staring at the old Confucian school in his hand Wen Si Xingzhu of the Five Famous Swords.

In the evening, rolling thunderclouds accumulated in the sky, and it began to rain. The rolling mountain peaks reflected the pale red and gray-blue sky. The wind was blowing, and the golden snakes meandered, as if the sword of the **** of heaven slashed at the common people as small as ants, tearing open the road. There was a huge gap, and a thunderstorm the size of beans fell down.

On this rainy night, Lu Cixian went up the mountain.

Before entering the mountain gate, he was entertained.

This day is a long street at the foot of Kunshan Mountain, called "Dingjiu Street". It is a bit like a market, with restaurants, shops, and inns. Many disciples trade here. It is the only way to go to Kunshan. .

Xiao Sanlang was standing under the eaves to avoid the rain with an unfortunate face, and there were several Kunshan disciples who missed the access control time and were also sheltering from the rain.

There were men and women, talking in low voices.

Xiao Saburo held his chest expressionlessly.

He has been by Xiao Huan's side since he was a child and served the guards. Today during the day, I don't know if he suddenly changed his temper or what. He has always been able to lie down, never sit, and never stand when he can sit. Every time he travels, he must take a sedan chair. Xiao Huan suddenly took the initiative to take his noble legs and took him down Kunshan to buy things on Dingjiu Street.

In the end, I didn't expect that just after my young master asked him to wait here for a while, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He has been waiting for almost two hours! !

Thinking of this, Xiao Sanlang felt a little sad, and could only crouch under the eaves, brushing the gossip on this jade slip.

For example... Qiao Wan on Yuqing Peak is "watery poplar".

Brushing and brushing, Xiao Sanlang couldn't help frowning in disgust.

If you don't practice well every day, why gossip about Qiao Wan on this jade slip? He has also heard of Qiao Wan's reputation, and there is nothing worth gossip about anyway.

However, the Kunshan disciples around him didn't seem to think so, and they were all discussing how many good brothers Qiao Wan had.

Xiao Saburo looked up at the sky irritably, but he didn't know when the rain would stop. If it stopped, he could still wander around and kill time.

At this moment, he seemed to hear footsteps, and subconsciously took the jade slip and raised his eyes.

In this rainy night like splashing ink, more than ten people suddenly came.

These more than ten people are all monks, and the leader is a young man.

The young man at the head held a black-colored umbrella in his hand and walked straight to the eaves, holding a black-gold rusty sword in his arms.

It seemed that he also took shelter from the rain together.

When they met by chance, Xiao Sanlang was not interested in inquiring about other people's affairs.

However, the rusty sword in the young man's arms was full of smoke and blood. He couldn't help but glanced at it again, then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the non-stop night rain.

But as soon as he looked up, there was another movement in the rainy night.

There was an old woman wrapped in tatters and carrying a basket, as if she could not stand the cold, and stumbled under the eaves.

There were more than a dozen people standing under the eaves, which were originally small, and it suddenly became a lot crowded.

Xiao Saburo frowned imperceptibly and took a step to the side.

The old woman was shivering from the cold, she tripped over the stone steps under the eaves, staggered, and bumped into the front of the boy. Realizing that she had hit someone, she held the boy's arm and couldn't help shivering in apology.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, it was the old slave who didn't see the way and disturbed the immortal chief, begging the immortal chief to spare his life."

The voice was gruff and pitiful.

The "girl" beside the boy was stunned for a moment: "Why are there still old people walking outside in this rainy day?"

And it's a place like Kunshan?

Xiao Saburo was taken aback.

Yes.

How can there still be old people walking here in this rainy day? Still in a place like Kunshan,

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, the rain in front of him suddenly turned urgent. The old woman with a bamboo basket lifted the curtain covering the basket. Under the curtain, a few dazzling clear lights instantly turned towards the young man in front of him. Fly out! !

The Kunshan disciples, men and women under the eaves, exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist, be careful!!!"

At this point, it was too late to go back.

The young man did not retreat, but stood firm.

Looking closely, there are several sharp hidden weapons shot out from under the curtain.

The hidden weapon just got close, as if it was isolated in front of him by something.

The boy calmly exercised his spiritual power with his backhand, and in the next second, the more than ten hidden weapons in front of him bounced back intact.

The old woman carrying the bamboo basket shouted, took a few steps back, suddenly stretched out her hand, wrapped her body in a torn roll, and in the blink of an eye, she had turned into an adult man in a black robe.

Several sword lights, like a startled moonlight, rose and fell.

Xiao Saburo and the boy looked up at the roof together.

At some point, more than a dozen "black robes" had appeared on the roof, standing side by side on the roof, blocking the way.

These black robes also each hold an umbrella, with different shapes, some black, some white, some blue, some yellow, some red, with a handle umbrella, also lined up to give the dark The heavy rainy night added a lot of color.

The water droplets fell tickly down the umbrella surface, and the misty water vapor was engulfed.

"I don't know what happened, why are you fellow Daoists blocking the way here?" The young man's face was calm and his voice was low and stern.

In fact, you don't need to ask, and you know that the reason for blocking the road here is that he has this handle in his hand, and he has come this way, this battle, he has not seen it before.

After all, after going up the mountain and entering the mountain gate, it is the sphere of influence of Kunshan, and there are Anbu disciples patrolling back and forth.

The group of black robes on the roof looked at the young man in front of him in surprise and curiosity.

From "Old Lady", the sudden attack, but in the blink of an eye, the sword in the boy's arms was never unsheathed, and the jet-black umbrella held in his hand was also firmly held, and no drop of rain fell on his shoulders.

The young man stood in the violent storm, his muscles were as white as jade, and he was born with a fairy-like appearance.

This appearance will inevitably make people feel a little thin, but if you look closely, you can see that the little finger of the left hand in the boy's sleeve is missing.

Is this what was cut down in the ghost city?

The people on the roof moved slightly.

Although he was tall and thin, at first sight of this young man, no one would think that this young man was a bully.

Those eyes, in the dark rainy night, were bright, deep and cold, like the snow in the north wind, and the bright moon hides the front.

With a bit of youthful determination and sharpness, but a little more steadiness and calmness of an old man, the two peculiar temperaments blended together strangely, making people feel contemptuous at heart.

And behind the young man, there was a female cultivator.

It has always been a routine in all corners of the world for a heroic boy to be accompanied by a beautiful woman.

But looking at the appearance of this female cultivator, it is far from the word "beautiful". She is wearing a bright red wedding dress, and her face is even more withered. Standing in the rainy night, she looks like a bright red and dreary. ghosts of resentment.

Aware that Wang Ruyi, who was beside him, was preparing to move, the young man stopped him directly: "Ruyi, you step back."

Lu Cixian, also known as Qiao Wan, thought silently for a moment.

Injustice Academy just nodded his head at this time, and it was the time to attract the attention of all parties. This time, he truly represented the face of the Academy, and he could not back down. Get angry, or if you retreat, you will be inferior in front of various sects and sects.

This kind of confrontation between sects cannot be modest.

As the chief of the first courtyard, he must also be able to hold his subordinates, hold the scene, and take the initiative in this conversation.

At this moment, the black robe on the roof also spoke.

A hoarse voice with laughter came from the heavy rain curtain.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, forgive me, our brothers, we heard about Daoyou Lu's reputation early in the morning and admired him for a long time. We came here specially to meet Daoist Lu."

The young man said coldly: "Now you have seen it."

The man laughed twice: "Sure enough, the hero is a boy, and it really lived up to my expectations."

While talking, the other party suddenly restrained his laughter, "But our brothers still have a wish, that is, I don't know if Fellow Daoist Lu can agree."

"A few of our brothers, we want to see if fellow Daoist Lu's cultivation is as young as the rumored hero."

The young man said lightly: "Speak your plan."

In the rushing night rain, the black robe headed by him suddenly moved.

"As long as fellow Daoist Lu can pass the level of our brothers, our brothers will be considered to have truly convinced fellow Daoists."

After speaking, the windows on both sides of the long street suddenly opened uniformly, and more than a dozen figures rolled out like rabbits and falcons. Handle sharps.

On the roof, Hei Pao threw the umbrella in his hand.

Black, white, blue, yellow, red, like bright flowers blooming in a rainy night, swirling and falling, the sound of breaking the sky is like the sound of golden blades, rustling and brushing a burst of rain flowers.

The splashing raindrops shot out, Xiao Sanlang couldn't avoid it, he only felt a pain in his body, and when he looked down, he had already been hit with more than ten red blood marks.

More than a dozen gorgeous umbrellas floated in the air, crowding the long street, covering the ink-splashing night.

However, the young man suddenly turned over and jumped and landed on the umbrella without injury.

It's raining harder.

The lights under the corridor swayed non-stop and lasted for a long time.

"You..." Xiao Sanlang covered his arms and asked in a daze, "Who are you?"

"Lu Cixian." The young man raised his head, and his eyes swept over a dozen figures on the street, "You may have heard of me, the mountain chief of the Injustice Academy, Lu Cixian."

Lu Cixian? !

Xiao Sanlang and the Kunshan disciples standing under the eaves were shocked and couldn't stop talking.

Is this Lu Cixian? !

The night rain poured down, and thunder roared in the distance.

"Such a big battle?" The young man laughed, his laughter deep and cold: "Just to greet me?"