After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

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

Witnessing Ma Huaizhen instructing the remaining Anbu disciples to drag Mu Xiaoxiao away, Qiao Wan retracted her gaze and was about to turn to leave when she suddenly heard Zhou Yan's voice.

"Wan'er, would you like to take a trip with your teacher...?"

Although her feelings told her that this was not the time, when she looked at Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, squeezed the remaining intact fingers of his right hand, and rolled his throat.

Qiao Wan still stopped, pressed her sword tightly, and followed Zhou Yan to Yuqing Peak in silence.

Walking on the mountain road of Yuqing Peak, Qiao Wan looked at the green pines and green pines on the side of the road, covered with snow, and suddenly had an inexplicable premonition, and his heart thumped.

Zhou Yan may have discovered it.

It wasn't until he reached the cave that Zhou Yan sat down, his eyebrows and eyes were like frost, and the outline of his face was like ice and jade.

Master Yuqing sat down slowly, his robe sleeves dropped, and asked in a deep voice, "You are lying to me."

After living for more than 600 years, he is not stupid after all.

Quietly glanced at the girl covered in blood in front of her, recalling Qiao Wan's suddenly cold eyes just now, Zhou Yan's throat froze.

In any case, it was not looking at the master, looking at friends, or even looking at the eyes of the elders of the same sect. These eyes were cold and calm, like looking at a stranger, or a stranger who was obsessed.

Just this look, like a basin of cold water poured over his head, suddenly made him wake up from the friendship between master and apprentice these days.

"You are cheating as a teacher."

He said quite a bit word by word, and there was a little panic and heat in his cold eyes, trying to find a different expression on Qiao Wan's face.

Xiaoxiao suffered a lot of pain and fright, but in the end she didn't have any serious problems, not to mention that she suffered such a big disaster today, and she deserved this punishment.

At this time, Zhou Yan was stunned and found in a panic that, rather than Xiao Xiao's situation, he wanted to know whether the master-disciple friendship over the past ten days was all in vain.

In the past few days, Zhou Yan has indeed noticed some subtleties, such as being so polite, why Qiao Wan suddenly seems to let go, and the atmosphere between the two is no longer tense, and for example, why Qiao Wan and Xiao Sui are like this By chance, he ran into the conversation between him and Xiaoxiao.

But these were all consciously ignored by Zhou Yan.

As long as Qiao Wan, his apprentice is willing to come back to him, he can pretend to be deaf and dumb and pretend not to know.

Because he really regrets it.

The real incense burns in the cave.

The high-ranking Yu Qingzhen closed his eyes, and a little mist fell on his eyelashes.

During the hunting at Tingyun Mountain, he abandoned Qiao Wan, and after seeing Qiao Wan's calm eyes, he regretted it.

He has always been sorry for his apprentice, smiling is the most important thing, isn't it? just laugh...

But now, compared to Xiaoxiao, he was even more afraid that Qiao Wan would leave him again because of that look.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes and glanced at Qiao Wan quietly before speaking again, "I still remember the day when you first worshipped in Kunshan."

She is short, short-sighted, vain, and covets cheap. After knowing that she was in the real world of Yuqing, she wished the whole world would show it off. This was also the reason why most of the Kunshan disciples didn't like her at the time. In fact, he frowned, feeling a little troubled.

But even if it was lost to Lu Bihan, Qiao Wan's respect and reliance on him as a master was not lost in the slightest.

Hearing Zhou Yan suddenly say this, Qiao Wan was a little surprised, but at the same time she was not surprised.

Sooner or later Zhou Yan would find out that she had bad intentions, but she didn't expect it to be so early. Maybe she is not experienced enough.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan's body was a little stiff, and after thinking for a while, she began to ponder, since Zhou Yan has found out, should she just showdown.

There was still something wrong with how she did something about cheating on other people's feelings.

So, under Zhou Yan's gaze, Qiao Wan thought about it for a while, but admitted it frankly.

"Yes."

"Sorry," Qiao Wan avoided her eyes, "I did have other plans."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yan was also silent, the white hair slipped from his shoulders, and the voice of the real person Yu Qing suddenly became a little cold.

"Then what are you doing?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, looked directly at Zhou Yan's cold eyes, and said unabashedly, "Zhu Xie Sword Manual."

"I heard that Zhenren, you have the Sword Manual of Punishing Evil."

Unexpectedly, I saw the vibration in Zhou Yan's eyes: "How do you..."

"How do you know?" Qiao Wan shook her head, "It's not important. I just want to ask the real person."

After all, eating people with short mouths, short hands, and coming for other people's things, Qiao Wan paused, and asked hesitantly and implicitly, "I want to ask if the real person is willing to lend the Zhuxie sword to watch."

As long as Zhou Yan is willing to borrow it, she can engrave it with her divine sense and copy it manually in her mind.

Zhou Yan: "..."

The silent room fell into a dead silence again.

The Sword of Punishing Evil was originally intended for the Sword of Punishment. Zhou Yan's lips moved, and the blood on his face faded.

He clearly guessed it all, but when Qiao Wan looked at him without hesitation, and said his intentions, Zhou Yan still felt like a knife.

The man pursed his lips, and the sweat on his forehead involuntarily fell.

"Really? It turns out that you came here to kill the evil swordsman."

The man has a long body, and his robe sleeves hang down. Zhang Qin is also placed on the table in front of him, and he is holding it so seriously, like his eyelashes covered with a layer of frost and snow are hanging down.

Qiao Wan knew that Zhou Yan was a scumbag. Although he had a good skin, he was still a scumbag, but now this feeling...

I can't help but wonder, why does she look like she's a scumbag?

Just as Qiao Wan was wiping the blood on her face nervously, Zhou Yan suddenly spoke again.

"What if there is no Juxie Sword Manual?"

"If there is no Juxie Sword Manual..." After saying this, even Zhou Yan thought it was a bit ridiculous, "Qiao Wan, you are close to being a teacher, do you still have a trace of sincerity?"

Speaking of which, Zhou Yan moved his intact right hand, as if he wanted to hold her shoulders and ask her what was going on.

How would she answer this.

She didn't want to tear her face with Zhou Yan yet, and clenched her sword tightly, Qiao Wan chose a more polite and unfamiliar answer.

"Senior is the pinnacle of kendo in the world, and everyone yearns for it. Although the relationship between me and the senior has been broken, but in the way of kendo, the junior still does not change his respect for the senior."

Zhou Yan couldn't hear this polite remark.

"Okay."

Zhou Yan only answered this one word.

Quiet outdoor snowstorm.

"Alright."

"It's fine."

"Then... the Venerable Miaofa in the Great Hall of Light."

Suddenly mentioning the magic method, Qiao Wan paused again, and after a long pause, he spoke slowly, accepting the previous rhetoric.

"The Venerable and I are in the same generation. Although we do not have the title of master and apprentice, we have the friendship of master and apprentice."

"Then you value him more, right?" Zhou Yan lowered his eyes: "Compared with being a teacher, do you value this 'elder' you know half way?"

This time Qiao Wan was silent.

Although there was no answer, a thousand words were kept silent.

Compared with the one from the Great Bright Hall, he was indeed dereliction of duty as a master.

Joe is too calm.

Zhou Yan didn't even know when he taught such a calm apprentice.

Calm and rational, Xiaoxiao even became a small baby compared to her.

Maybe he should be angry, but at this time, his anger, unwillingness, grief, unrepentant remorse and jealousy seem to have become unreasonable.

Just now, Qiao Wan's eyes were clear and cold, which suddenly reminded him of the original intention of learning the sword.

The sword is the weapon of killing, pacifying the world, clarifying the world, sweeping away the killing weapon of the enemy bandits, and then ashamed of his own Taoism.

He missed this apprentice, Qiao Wan had been by his side for decades, but he actually missed this talented and beautiful jade for decades.

Ruyu's left hand touched the qin on the table, and her pale knuckles slowly tightened the strings on the table. Every trembling of the strings was like a strong tremor in his heart, causing him to sweat all over his body. , my heart also shrunk into a ball like a knife.

After a long time, Zhou Yan opened his mouth again.

"Zhu Xie Sword Manual is not with me."

Not with him? !

Joe's eyes widened.

"I swore that I would not practice the Zhuxie Sword Manual in this life." Thinking of the past and secrets from a long time ago, Zhou Yan pursed his lips tightly, "A few years ago, I handed the Sword Manual to your senior brother. ."

"If you want, you might as well go to him. I think Bihan will definitely be willing to give it to you."

Thinking of the tense relationship between her and her senior brother, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment.

Now that all the questions have been asked, it is boring to stay here, so I bowed and said goodbye decisively.

"Senior take a good rest, junior retire first."

Zhou Yan's face was pale and he didn't stop her.

Just at the moment when Qiao Wan was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly asked: "I went up the mountain before for the sake of the red fire and the golden tire?"

Snow falls all year round on Yuqing Peak, and snow beads poured into the small quiet room together with the whistling cold wind.

She knew that this was the last chance Zhou Yan gave her.

If she modified the sentence a little, Zhou Yan might still pretend that nothing had happened, renew the friendship between master and apprentice, and treat her as his little apprentice again.

But she couldn't speak.

After brushing the blood from her shoulders, Qiao Wan turned her eyes slightly and answered decisively, "Yes."

Without looking back, he walked out of the cave.

After Qiao Wan turned around, Zhou Yan's body swayed and he almost fell down.

"Zheng-"

A clear voice.

The strings dig deep into the fingertips, and a string of blood beads oozes out.

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened, and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood expressionlessly.

He never found out that Qiao Wan was so hard-hearted, and he never regretted it so much. Why did he insist on continuing the relationship between master and apprentice before.

He would rather she still hate him after going up the mountain, alienate him, and turn a blind eye to him.

better than now...

Glancing at him, he inadvertently bumped into a bronze mirror not far away, reflecting the white-haired and handsome man.

It's better than now, a dream was made up for him, and then cruelly crushed, it was like revenge, revenge for the mirror image he once gave her.

The so-called murder and punishment, nothing more than that.