After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 163|Return to Kunshan (4)

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Chapter 165:

How can this ungrateful female cultivator be compared with Xiaoxiao and still be a hindrance here!

Song Qiyuan's heart was filled with anger.

Hat hat hat hat!

Her hat!

Watching the curtain hat soaring into the air, Qiao Wan's heart was beating wildly. She quickly reached out to fish it out and buckled it on her head. Then she saw the young man's shocked gaze clearly through the thin silk.

Why...why are there two Mu girls? !

Isn’t Miss Mu still there?

Who is this now? Is he being blinded?

Song Qiyuan: "You..."

Before I finished speaking, there was a "bang" on my head, followed by a sharp pain. At the last second before losing consciousness, what I saw was the gentle "Miss Mu", who picked up the fruit plate at hand with an expressionless face.

Qiao Wan put down the plate ferociously, her eyes gleaming, and she took advantage of the chaos to grab a piece of watermelon and ran away across the table!

I can't stay here any longer! The wind is blowing! Run! !

As a result, before running a few steps, he bumped into three or four Song family servants.

When he caught a glimpse of Song Qiyuan who was unconscious on the ground with blood on his face, his expression suddenly changed.

"Master!"

"Stop!"

"Don't run! Get it for me!"

锵——

More than a dozen swords with cold light blocked the way, firmly holding Qiao Wan in the sword array.

At this moment, more than a dozen casual cultivators around him finally reacted. Seeing that their companions were blocked, they slapped the table: "Wan Niang!!"

Those of them who travel south and north are very particular about the word righteousness. They just saw Song Qiyuan draw his sword with their own eyes. Among other things, Wan Niang is a secret part of them. The Song family dares to lose Qiao Wan's face. He looked down upon their team and lost the face of their team.

What's more, in the past few days, this group of desperadoes had suffered a lot for the virtue of the young master of the Song family. They were already very angry, but they no longer tolerated it and drew their swords one after another. .

"Mr. Song, are you willing to treat us to a drink? I'd like to give you an accurate answer."

In a blink of an eye, a peaceful banquet at the Song family turned into a mess.

In the midst of the commotion, someone shouted, "Today! Who dares to leave?!"

Zhou Yan's eyebrows jumped, and he picked up the chopsticks scattered on the table, using his wrists.

PePePePe——

A few chopsticks shot out of the air and swept down all of them without distinction between the Song family and the convoy.

Qiao Wan immediately picked up the fruit plate on her left hand side and dunked it again with her backhand!

Benedict——

The wooden chopsticks penetrated deeply into the porcelain plate, and the strength contained in it made Qiao Wan's arms tremble a little.

The porcelain plate in his hand shattered into a pile of porcelain pieces.

This female cultivator was actually able to take his chopsticks.

Zhou Yan was slightly surprised.

Although she wears a curtain hat, she can vaguely tell from her slim figure that she is a young female cultivator, about the same age as Xiaoxiao.

The thin silk was slightly raised, revealing the white lower jaw.

But in the next second, the girl quickly held down the thin silk and fought and retreated from the group of casual cultivators.

Looking at the back of the female cultivator, Zhou Yan frowned slightly, inexplicably not wanting to let this person leave. At that moment, he picked up two or three scattered fruits and threw them out.

Done.

If you don’t grease your feet and run away, you won’t be able to get away! !

Qiao Wan gritted her teeth and picked up the scattered porcelain pieces and watermelon on the ground. She used her hands to knock the fruit back.

The fruits that were beaten back collided and exploded in mid-air, and the pulp flew everywhere.

Zhou Yan's mind was slightly shaken, he raised his robe sleeves, and his lover blocked the splashing juice behind him, and couldn't help but shout "Hello".

This group of casual cultivators are engaged in the business of buying and selling human lives, with mixed moves and poor cultivation. I didn’t expect that among this group of desperadoes, there would be such a young talent, a young girl.

When he thought of the soft girl behind him, Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly.

The girl wearing a curtain hat followed this group of casual cultivators all over the world, and now she was able to block his move. She smiled and was timid and indecisive in the face of trouble. Perhaps, she really pampered her too much and developed this habit. Now this personality.

Although the girl behind him is his most beloved apprentice, he accepted Mu Xiaoxiao because of her talent and hoped that she could inherit Yuqing's sword skills and become a female swordsman in the future. Being able to reach the pinnacle position of swordsmanship, even if Zhou Yan has not been born for a long time, he still has such a warlike mentality in his heart. When he meets such a talented junior, he will inevitably appreciate him a little more.

At this time, comparing the two cars, it would be false to say that I am not disappointed.

But he hadn't noticed it just now, but now after a move, this girl gave him a more familiar feeling.

It's like... I've seen it somewhere before.

Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes and calmed down. This time, the chopsticks in his hand were shot towards the thin silk in front of Qiao Wan!

Nah!

Qiao Wan retreated sharply and just escaped the wave of chopstick attacks. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan's expression remained unchanged and he threw away the last chopstick in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan had no intention of using this chopstick to overturn her curtain.

Actually two chopsticks!

The two chopsticks collided one after another, and with a burst of energy, they lifted up the thin silk in front of them, finally revealing the girl's true face under the curtain.

Oops! !

Qiao Wan's pupils shrank suddenly: He fell into a trap!

The moment the thin silk was raised——

This is...

Zhou Yan was greatly shocked...

In the eyes of others, the Kunshan Sword Immortal stopped his hand in a rare act of shame, and his face was as pale as snow.

This is Qiao Wan! !

It's her!

Yes...

Zhou Yan completely lost his composure.

This is late.

The girl's dark eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her expression was calm. At first glance, she looked no different from the one on the execution platform in Kunshan. Her skin color seemed to be just a little darker, but her figure was stronger and neater. Only through these dark eyes can one see that compared with the calm and polite "bookishness" before, there is a bit more ruthlessness in the eyes, as if they reflect the harsh and boundless wind and frost in the north.

This is... Wan'er.

Didn’t she fall down Taixu Peak? She...isn't dead?

Why is Qiao Wan here? In Song Mansion?

Originally, he personally went down the mountain to catch his beloved and willful disciple. Unexpectedly, he would meet this already dead little disciple here, and Zhou Yan was greatly shocked.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was firmly protected by Zhou Yan, unconsciously let go of the man's clothes and opened his eyes wide: "Junior sister Wan'er?!!"

Then, Song Yuzhen and other members of the Song family, as well as the casual cultivators of the motorcade and the remaining guests were also stunned.

What is this development? ! Is this female casual cultivator also the disciple of Master Yuqing?

However, the gap between the two apprentices seems to be a bit big... The one wearing the curtain hat does not look like he was raised by Master Yuqing at all.

"Isn't this the late wife?"

"Wan'er...junior sister? What do you mean?"

"I'll wipe it!!" A scream rang out, "Wan Niang? Qiao Wan?! The Wan Niang is Qiao Wan! That Qiao Wan?!"

"Which Joe is late?"

"That's that Qiao Wan! That young disciple of Master Yuqing, the one who slapped the Xiao family and Moyu in the face."

For more than ten days, the lady who has been squatting and eating cakes with them for more than ten days is that Qiao Wan?

The group of desperadoes were completely in disarray.

Isn’t this Qiao Wan the Empress of the Demon Realm? Eat pie with them?

Not far away, Song Qiyuan stood up unsteadily, covering his head with blood.

How come...this troublesome female cultivator looks exactly like Miss Mu? !

As soon as they said goodbye to the execution platform, the girl's back was determined. From then on, he was trapped in the inner demon day and night. Now when they saw each other again, Zhou Yan moved his fingers slightly and took off the disguise on his face without hesitation. Revealing a solemn face.

The man's white hair hangs down his shoulders, and his usually aloof and lonely face reveals a confused look of great joy and sorrow. He loses his composure and shouts in a low voice: "Wan...Wan'er?"

The scars on Fengyuan Ding cannot be healed. Even after exercising, there are still round, light-colored scars on the joints of her limbs. Not to mention, she was rolling and crawling all the way, gritting her teeth and fighting with Ga Ying. , fighting to the death with the Demon Realm, fighting with the Shandao Academy, leaving many scars.

Although the salary of Qiao Wan back then was not as good as that of Mu Xiaoxiao, she still loved beauty and beauty. She had a fashionable bun on her head, a fan ribbon hanging down, and some flashy accessories.

Now, the girl's hair was simply tied back, without much decoration, and she was wearing a gray coarse cloth, mingling with this casual cultivator.

Zhou Yan glanced slightly from the corner of his eyes.

These desperadoes all sleep in the open, crawl around among dead bodies, and do a lot of killing and stealing treasures. She has advanced so far in cultivation that she doesn't need to think too much about what kind of life Qiao Wan will live after coming down from the mountain.

Seeing his young disciple's appearance now, Zhou Yan clenched his knuckles in silence. Although he didn't want to admit it, he did feel a slight tingling sensation in his heart.

He is the Sword Immortal of Kunshan. There are few things in this world that can catch his eye. Over the past few hundred years, the only people who have really caught his heart are Mu Xiaoxiao and his two disciples, Lu Bihan. As for Qiao Wan, he picked her up because of Mu Xiaoxiao, and because he was afraid of being hurt by seeing her old friend's face, he rarely bothered her over the years.

But now, Zhou Yan was shocked to find that the young apprentice who had never been taken seriously by him suddenly pushed away the shadow and stood in front of him, which stung his eyes.

It turned out that the young junior wearing a curtain hat was actually her, which made him praise the junior casual cultivator. It turned out to be his young disciple, Qiao Wan.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly, his heart ached, and he regretted it.

The moment their eyes collided, Zhou Yan's expression changed clearly.

Qiao Wan felt an indescribable emotion in her heart, lowered her head and remained silent.

I decisively adopted the simplest and crudest method!

Run! !

However, trying to escape in front of Zhou Yan is a technical job.

His footsteps were stopped by the light of the sword. Qiao Wan slapped a backhand, but was held firmly by Zhou Yan.

This palm energy is strong and the foundation is solid.

Zhou Yan took a step back unexpectedly, his heart skipped a beat, he secretly praised, frowned and whispered: "Wan...Wan'er..."

It felt like he had swallowed a soldering iron in his throat. Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly in discomfort and grabbed Qiao Wan's wrist.

"Go back with... as a teacher."

Back to Kunshan.

Back to Yuqing Peak! !