After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 105|Bi Ping Academy

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I'm so stupid, really.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with a long scroll on her knees, Qiao Wan thought deeply.

After living for so long, this is the second time Qiao Wan realizes that he is a 24K pure evil pen.

She...she's fucked.

Recalling the scenes in his mind, Qiao Wan's eyes were dull and she covered her face with grief and anger.

Damn it, what did she do! !

Not far from the broken wooden bed, there were several scholars in the Qi training period gathered together and whispering.

"The mountain chief has been in a daze for such a long time. The mountain chief that Master Uncle Li found must be a fool, right?"

"Our little shabby academy is already miserable enough. If we have another stupid headmaster, is there really any way to survive?"

At this moment, a middle-aged monk suddenly walked in from the door, followed by a girl in green.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Li!"

As soon as the man walked into the room, several scholars immediately looked serious, held a scroll in their hands, shook their heads and started reading.

"Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou..."

"Give me a papaya, and give me a quince in return..."

She said no, but her body was very honest, and her eyes glanced in the direction of the man one by one.

The man was like an evil god, with billowing blue cloth clothes. Amidst the sound of reading, "Uncle Li" walked up to Qiao Wan, sat down, and asked in a deep voice.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyelids and glanced at the visitor's face.

This is a middle-aged monk with a short beard under his chin, a slender face, and a hidden look in his eyes.

The man stood very straight, neatly dressed, his hair was meticulously combed in a jade crown, and the mustache at the corner of his lips was also meticulously groomed.

It can be seen that this is a very strict and self-disciplined person.

Qiao Wan knew that this man was called Li Pan, the man in front of him and a girl named Luyao who picked her up from the mountain road.

The male voice she heard before she fainted came from the monk in front of her.

"Promise me a request and I will save you..."

"It can also help you resolve evil spirits..."

"Be the head of our academy..."

After she woke up, Qiao Wan was packed and stuffed into this small dilapidated wooden house. The injuries on her body had been bandaged, and the **** hole on her chest was sprinkled with medicine, wrapped in a clean white cloth, and given When he was struggling on the verge of death, he and the middle-aged monk named Li Ban successfully signed a blood contract with the magical girl, Ah Bu, the Mountain Chief.

According to the girl in green clothes, they are all disciples of Buping Academy. It doesn’t matter if they have never heard of Buping Academy. It’s just a small, run-down academy anyway.

The one who verified the girl in green's words was the room where Qiao Wan was lying.

A wooden table with a missing leg, a chair that looked like it was about to fall apart, a dark cotton curtain, and a shriveled bun on the table that exuded a strong smell of poverty.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan became even more desperate.

No one knows better than her what her big brother did. She just woke up, and the big brother who was implicated by the trumpet also regained consciousness.

After realizing this, Qiao Wan decisively rubbed oil on her feet and ran out of the Great Guangming Hall, finding an inn to hide.

What the hell, not only did Cen Qingyou not get him back, the trumpet had a contract with him, and the big boy did such a crazy thing.

When she thought about what she had just done to the Buddha, Qiao Wan wanted to grab the ground with her head.

Miaofa is absolutely right. Before she can learn to control her consciousness, she may really need to purify her dirty brain.

I didn’t dare to go back to the Great Guangming Hall. I could only sit cross-legged on this small shabby bed in Buping Academy and think about life.

When she thought of this, Qiao Wan felt a toothache. Now, given her ten courages, she would not dare to go back. Especially when she thought of the Buddha, her whole body was shocked and her eyes were in disbelief. Qiao Wan felt that life was even more dim. .

Especially because the monk in front of her is still waiting for her answer.

She has no memory of signing a blood contract, but when people's lives are in danger, they will do something impulsive, and she can't guarantee whether she really did it.

Considering that the monk in front of her had saved her life after all, Qiao Wan squeezed the scroll in her hand, climbed out of bed quickly, and saluted: "Senior, I have thought about it. This matter is of great concern, and I am only one Establishing the foundation, I can’t take on the important position of mountain leader and complete the tasks entrusted by my seniors, so I’d better go find someone else.”

The man's voice was low: "What if I only want you?"

"You don't have to worry." The girl in green grinned, "Our academy is a serious academy and the right path. Have you read this history volume? Don't you still believe it after reading it?"

Qiao Wan lowered her head and glanced at the scroll in her hand.

The scroll in her hand is called a history scroll, and basically every sect has one like this.

Everyone in the world of cultivation has lived a relatively long time, and the sects have a relatively long history. Any sect you pick at random has a history of thousands of years.

In order to cultivate the sense of belonging of the disciples of each sect, each sect basically has such a Korean history volume, which is the history book of the sect.

The Buping Academy that saved her was established before the deadly conflict between the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm. It has a history of a hundred years.

There are more than ten remaining images appearing on the history scroll.

The first picture shows a white-haired old man kneeling in front of the snow-covered sweet-scented osmanthus. He tremblingly took off his official hat and returned to his hometown.

This is the beginning of the establishment of Buping Academy.

The second picture shows two or three Confucian scholars, all wearing white robes and plain shoes, with firm faces. One of the young monks in blue cloth became the head of the academy and built the academy bit by bit in the troubled times.

The second picture is from the early days of the establishment of the academy. There were only a few people in the entire academy, and most of them were mortals with little spiritual power.

In the third picture, the number of students in the academy is slowly increasing. There are pig butchers, carpenters, and people selling wreaths for funerals. All walks of life gather together to practice and study together, and achieve success in their studies. After that, some people returned to the mortal world to serve as officials, while some continued to seek immortality.

The fourth picture...

The fifth picture...

However, even after so many years, Buping Academy has not made a name for itself. There are many people, but most of the disciples are still practicing Qi and building foundations, and only a few elders have barely reached the Nascent Soul stage. In the world of cultivation where there are numerous sects and talented people, Buping Academy is still an unknown little shrimp.

When it comes to the sixth picture, the picture changes again.

"This is the war between the Demon Realm and the Cultivation Realm."

Qiao Wan looked up.

Li Fan explained in a deep voice.

Looking down again, a big fire slowly appeared on the history scroll.

In the wind and rain, dozens of Confucian scholars, stepping on green shoes, carrying a baggage and carrying a sword, turned around and threw themselves into the battle against the Demon Realm.

Then he never came back.

The last picture is of a fire that burned down the Buping Academy.

There will be grievances when there is injustice. At first it is just a small injustice against one person, and then it becomes a big injustice against a group of people.

This is the history of Buping Academy, and it is also the epitome of countless small sects and sects in the world of cultivation.

Qiao Wan had also seen the history of Kunshan when she was in the library. Her senior brother took her to see it at that time. Compared with Kunshan’s profound heritage and magnificent development history, Buping Academy is indeed much shabby. .

From the beginning to the end, they did nothing major to turn the tide of the war. Those Confucian scholars with muddy feet and dusty feet just entered the battlefield, and the next second, blood was spilled on the battlefield.

It can be called a nameless cannon fodder.

But in the entire world of cultivation, there are indeed many unknown sects and sects. They took orders in times of danger and died on the battlefield one after another, accumulating victory in that **** war.

Qiao Wan closed the history scroll, feeling a little sad.

But you can’t just become a mountain leader casually!

Qiao Wan sat up a little straighter and replied sincerely: "Juniors really can't do the position of mountain chief."

The man was not angry but asked: "You have signed a blood contract with the academy, do you want to regret it?"

"Don't worry, I know what you are worried about." Li Fan glanced at Qiao Wan, "Bi Ping Academy conducts itself upright and does things upright, and will never do anything harmful to nature."

Qiao Wan: "I just don't understand why it has to be me."

Someone suddenly appears and insists on asking you to be the headmaster of their academy. This matter has a weird aura from beginning to end!

Li Pan’s voice was neither high nor low, and he said word by word: “It is destined that you will inherit this academy.”

"If Bai inherits an academy, these disciples can be encouraged by you."

The man pointed casually.

In the direction of the finger, a group of Confucian scholars in the qi-training period showed awkward yet polite smiles.

"The ancient Taoist books stored in the academy are also available for you to browse at will."

"What don't you want to do?"

Qiao Wan silently complained: Although these benefits sound very tempting, it sounds like a legal person taking the blame...

"Since there is a shortage of senior leaders, why don't seniors do it?"

"I am not a Confucian cultivator." Li Pian replied calmly: "I cultivate Dharma, and I just said that this academy can only be inherited by you."

Even Qiao Wan has heard the story of the stalemate between Confucianism and Legalism. Taoism and Taoism did not work together, and he was kidnapped by a Legalist monk to be the head of the Confucian Academy. This is simply even weirder.

The man is very keen, his dark eyes are sharp, and he can see what she is thinking almost at a glance: "Regardless of Confucianism and Legalism, there is nothing wrong with seeking a peaceful and prosperous age together."

At this glance, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat. Thinking back to what Li Pan said just now, she felt even more confused.

Only her, what does this mean?

But the middle-aged monk had no intention of continuing to answer. He lowered his eyes and simply took off the two swords, one black and one white, from his back.

Qiao Wan: "What is this?"

"This is not to forgive punishment, this is not to forgive death."

Li Fan pointed them out to her one by one.

The first is the small sword with a white sheath.

"This small sword with a white sheath is called Bu Xun Xing."

Then there is the huge black sheath sword.

"This huge sword with a black sheath is called Unforgivable Death."

"If you don't forgive the punishment, always take it out of the sheath. If you don't forgive the death, don't take it out of the sheath. Once it's out of the sheath, kill them all."

After speaking, Li Fan waited for the reaction of the boy or girl in front of him.

The room was quiet.

After a while, Qiao Wan's eyes brightened, and she stammered: "So...so cool."

Is this Dharma practice? ! Although it sounds weird, it’s so cool! Saving the world or something like that sounds so cool!

After paying attention to the change in Qiao Wan's expression, Li Fan picked up the sword and stood up: "I'll take you to see another thing. If you really can't make up your mind, then come with me to take a look first."

Qiao Wan thought about it in her mind and stood up obediently.

Although Buping Academy is in ruins, the man in front of him is still a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. He has signed a blood contract and he will definitely not be able to escape. It is better to check the situation first.

But after following Li Ban for two steps, Qiao Wan suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Isn’t this the realm of Jiuyue Mountain?

"I dare to ask, senior, where is Buping Academy?"

"That's where your feet stand."

Qiao Wan: "Forgive me for being rude, isn't this in Jiuyue Mountain, within the territory of the Great Guangming Hall?"

Li Pan suddenly glanced at her, his dark eyes were dark, and his robe sleeves were rolled up.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of us suddenly changed. In front of us were dangerous cliffs, the cold wind was blowing, and the rain was falling.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a wilderness in front of me, the sun was shining in the sky, and the sky was clear.

Not far away is a row of small huts, with several acres of land cultivated in front of the house. The green vegetables in the field are wilting, and there are a few chickens wandering around leisurely.

"Got it?"

Qiao Wan: "The academy is...in this mustard space?"

Li Pian: "The academy has been destroyed in the war. Now, it has been moved to this mustard space for the time being. As for the old site of the academy, if you are interested, I will take you back to see it after this Dharma discussion meeting is over. ”

Five or six dilapidated thatched huts and these hens are all Buping Academy has.

She is also a time-traveler after all. Doesn’t that mean that time-travelers will definitely inherit some kind of grandfather, or a space golden finger?

Although this thing exudes a strange atmosphere from beginning to end, it still looks like a golden finger that has been delivered to the door.

Although she is wearing a female outfit, what if? Qiao Wan's heart wavered for a while, what if she was wearing a counterattack article with a female partner? After all the hard work, she finally waited for her golden finger.

"Senior, junior still has a question."

"Say."

Qiao Wan asked sincerely: "Is there a spiritual spring in this space?"

It is the kind of legendary bubble that can beautify the skin once, soak twice to strengthen the body, cleanse the marrow and cut the pulse, soak three times, the skin will be white with red, and the red with black, the body will be delicate and soft, and the skin will be soft. Slippery and weak. The kind of hot spring that can make the hero fall in love at first sight and fall in love with you again!

"Are you thirsty?" Li Pan asked, "A few hundred steps ahead, there is a small pool."

Seeing the Lingquan soaking in the water, Qiao Wan struggled desperately: "Then is this soil any different from other places..."

Just like the kind of legend, the soil is rich in spiritual power. Once planted, the spiritual grass will be harvested in succession as if it costs nothing.

Li Pan kept walking and asked in a low voice: "This soil?"

Having seen the man's reaction, Qiao Wan: It seems that Tu is also in trouble.

Qiao Wan: "Then the speed of time is a little different from the outside world..."

It’s the kind of legend that once the protagonist enters the space, he cultivates in the space for hundreds of years, and the outside world only lasts a few days. It’s a super cheating device!

However, Li Fan's last words completely shattered Qiao Wan's delusions and ended the entire conversation neatly.

"This is just an ordinary storage space. Compared with other mustard spaces, there is no difference."

There were only a few shabby thatched huts left and right. After walking a few steps, they reached their destination and Li Pan stopped.

"Arrived."

Qiao Wan: Is this?

Li Pan: "This is the lecture hall."

In front of you is a slightly spacious hut.

The man pushed open the door, crossed the threshold, and walked in.

Poor, still the same poor.

But as soon as he walked into the hut, he could see a broken old sword hanging on the wall.

The sword body is entirely black and gold, and the hilt is engraved with a powerful and polite Chinese character - "行".

One stroke after another, like a wind knife and a frost sword deeply carved out.

Anyone who sees this sword can tell at a glance that this sword has gone through a lot and has been through the flames of war.

Qiao Wan's gaze paused, her eyes unblinking in concentration.

This sword gave her a particularly familiar and cordial feeling.

It was refined in the flames of war. Although its murderous spirit is reserved and restrained, its sharpness remains unabated. It seems that it is still eager to be born to help justice and save the way.

Unfortunately, the sword is in a state of dilapidation and looks like it is no longer usable.

"This is the sword of "Wen Si Xing Zhu", which has been used by successive mountain chiefs. "Li Fan's voice sounded from behind.

"It is the only valuable thing in the academy..." The man was strangely silent for a second, and then quickly changed his words, "It is the only treasure in the academy."

"Wen Si Xing Zhu is also one of the five famous swords of Confucianism."

This is the truth. The entire Buping Academy combined is not worth as much as this sword.

But this is all the glory of the past. After "Wen Si Xing Zhu" was ruined like this, he was expelled from the swordsmanship of the "Confucian Weapons Book" long ago, kicked out of the five famous swords, and became the five famous swords. What a shame, now the entire Confucian sect only has four famous swords.

Of course, Li Fan wisely chose not to say anything.

"If you like, you can use this sword now. But this sword is too damaged. Before using it." Li Pan glanced at the sword, stepped forward, took it off, and put it on Qiao's side. Wan Huai said, "I suggest you find a way to fix it first."

As soon as the sword was in my arms, many scenes seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

The war raged, and the enemy was killed with horizontal swords. He fought for three thousand miles, and his sword once served as a division for millions.

These many scattered scenes finally settled on the vicissitudes of life of a monk in green, reading at night in the cold winter months and the dying snowy night.

Is this the previous Academy Headmaster?

Qiao Wan was slightly absent-minded.

"The holy king will not do anything, the princes will let go, and the scholars will discuss it."

"The people are hungry, and the wilds are hungry."

"Everyone in the world of cultivation eats each other, and no one has the heart to cultivate. This," Li Juanyi pointed out: "You must have understood it deeply now."

……

Cen Qingyou.

For a moment, Qiao Wan seemed to see the young man's figure disappearing on the mountain road in the rain, lonely and determined.

She also felt dissatisfied and unwilling.

Qiao Wan clenched her hands tightly, but her fingertips seemed to have touched something cold.

Looking down, I saw the Bodhi seed hair ornament in my sleeve.

"How about it? Now, would you like to be the president of this academy."

Qiao Wan hugged the sword tightly in a daze.

So familiar.

There seems to be a stream of heat running from the arms to the whole body, and the heart is beating hard. It is both kind and high-spirited. People can't help but trust this sword and the middle-aged monk in front of them. the words said.