After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 102|Turning point
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He's finished.
The guarding disciple thought to himself, touching his empty lower body, his facial features were distorted, and he looked at Ye Xiyuan in despair and horror.
This is all what Senior Brother Ye ordered. It was Ye Xiyuan who asked him to deal with Cen Qingyou like this just now! It was Ye Xiyuan who told him that the more fierce and vicious the better! If you don’t do this, you won’t be able to force the people out of the Great Guangming Palace!
But now he regrets it.
He's finished.
In the past few days, he only kicked Cen Qingyou a few times and never thought of using "looking at the sky" to deal with him.
The guarding disciple looked at the two **** legs that had fallen to the ground and were stained with mud, and suddenly felt confused.
He shouldn't have kicked me like that.
A monk without legs is still a monk? If you can still survive, can you continue on this road? !
No one told him the answer.
Seeing the flash of blood that suddenly flew into the sky, his eyes fell on Qiao Wan and the disciples of Guangming Hall. Ye Xiyuan's expression did not change, and he did not panic at all. He stopped in front of Cen Qingyou and gave an instruction in a calm voice. .
"Kill!"
On the narrow mountain road, you can reach Shura Hell in the blink of an eye!
Qiao Wan took the lead, raised his sword to attack, and stabbed the remaining two guard disciples in the chest with his backhand, shaking out circles of blood on the sword.
He glanced at the Shandao disciples who were posing around him. He rolled on the spot and dodged a black chess piece that was coming straight towards him. Qiao Wan's expression suddenly changed.
Fell into a trap!
This is not delaying time at all, this is dividing it up!
The battle situation was divided instantly!
Qiao Wan made a quick decision and took out a mosquito from her sleeve that had been given to her before departure. As soon as the mosquito was released, another chess piece passed by his forehead the next second.
Qiao Wan quickly blocked her sword, raised her head, and met Ye Xiyuan's surprised eyes.
How is this possible?
The young man in front of him is still in the foundation building stage, but he feels like a completely different person. In the moment of fighting, the moves were faster and more neat! The arched back, coupled with the fists and kicks of the sword light, the muscles are strong and strong, like a snow leopard traveling on the **** rain on this mountain road.
Working with the other Guangming Hall disciples, Qiao Wan rushed to him with her sword in hand while others dealt with Black Qi, and greeted him in the face with every move.
There must be no fairness in fighting. If she can't beat him alone, how can so many people not be able to beat him? !
Unexpectedly, half of the flesh on his face was almost cut off. Ye Xiyuan leaned back and dodged the sword light in shock. His face changed slightly. What kind of special training did he undergo?
No, no matter what kind of training he has gone through, it is impossible to grow to this point in such a short period of time.
What's more, no matter what special training and adventures he experienced, it was of no use.
The young man glanced at Qiao Wan and his expression softened a little.
So what if there is progress, the few Guangming Palace disciples on the mountain road who came to rob prisoners have to answer here.
Elder Lu’s calculation was indeed correct.
People from the Great Guangming Palace don’t dare, and have no reason to come to ask for people in an upright manner. If they didn't dare to come because they knew it, they would definitely disguise themselves and steal it, which would play into Lu Dechang's plan.
Since I didn’t use my identity as the Great Guangming Palace to demand people, even if I killed all of them here, the Great Guangming Palace would not have any reason to take revenge!
Ye Xiyuan closed his eyes.
They have been waiting for such a long time, and it is finally time for the Great Guangming Palace to have a taste of "vengeance cannot be retaliated"!
Seeing the mosquito staggering through the rain curtain and successfully flying over the mountain wall, Qiao Wan didn't feel very relaxed.
Even if the mosquito could inform them, it would be too late. There are only so many of them in total, and now they are surrounded by Shandao Academy. It is difficult for any group to break through and support them.
Now, the most important thing is to save Cen Qingyou.
This battle situation is not optimistic.
On one side is a rocky mountain wall, and on the other side is a cliff thousands of feet high. On this narrow mountain road, the two parties are fighting to the death.
It will not be good for them to delay it any longer.
Qiao Wan knew it well.
Either withdraw, or you can only choose to burn the boat and give it a try.
After entering the secret through sound transmission, Qiao Wan turned around and communicated briefly with the Guangming Hall disciple next to him. The disciples of the Guangming Palace who were still fighting, after understanding what she wanted to do, moved closer to help her capture the formation.
Let’s try to see if we can get him back.
Qiao Wan focused on the dark cloak.
The cloak did not speak, and a bit of plum-white corners were exposed at the hem.
Qiao Wan clenched the sword in her hand and took a breath.
Cen Qingyou is waiting for her.
Noticing the change in the opponent's formation, Ye Xiyuan raised his hand and shouted, and Shandao Academy quickly came up with countermeasures.
At this moment of stalemate, a figure rushed out with lightning speed!
All the muscles in his body were operating at their best. Qiao Wan's eyes were so bright that only the humanoid cloak was visible.
"Charge!"
At the moment when all the magic weapons were aimed at Qiao Wan, the disciples of Guangming Hall also moved, and their targets were also directed towards Cen Qingyou!
Rush! Get Junior Brother Cen back!
Qiao Wan, who acted as a living target and was responsible for attracting firepower, dodged the chaotic magic weapons and sword light like a rabbit and a falcon.
Seeing that one of the Guangming Hall disciples' fingers had already touched the corner of the cloak, Shandao Academy's Hengjian tried to stop him.
On the mountain road, another burst of Buddha's light suddenly struck.
Qiao Wan and others raised their heads one after another.
Immediately, several disciples of Fanxin Temple wearing cassocks stood condescendingly on the mountain wall.
Ye Xiyuan looked up without surprise: "You are late."
"It is better to come early than to arrive wisely." The leader, a disciple of Fanxin Temple, jumped down from the mountain wall lightly and said with a smile, "Friend Ye Xian, do you think so or not?"
Fuck.
There are also reinforcements and back-ups!
Qiao Wan and the Guangming Palace disciples both felt a thump in their hearts, and a few words clearly appeared in their minds.
They're finished.
They are all crazy at Shandao Academy! This is a trap set up, please fall into the trap!
The rainwater formed a line, pouring out from the sky and hitting the mountain road.
The group of people from Fanxin Temple, their cassocks were soaked by the rain and clinging heavily to their bodies. They all looked arrogant and looked at Qiao Wan and the group as if they were looking at dead people.
"Kill or not?" Fanxin Temple glanced at the disciples of Guangming Hall who looked slumped.
Ye Xiyuan glanced at it and said calmly: "We have reached this point, and we have to remove the roots."
In an understatement, the fate of the group in front of me was decided.
The situation of the battle was reversed once again.
Zen staff, French sticks, and swords go hand in hand.
With the sword raised and lowered, this time, it was simply a one-sided massacre.
No one wants to be treated like fish on the chopping board and allowed to be slaughtered. When Fanxin Temple and Shandao Academy took action, Qiao Wan and the disciples of Guangming Hall also took action.
Resist!
This time, the fighting on the mountain road became more intense.
The rain falls faster and harder.
At this moment, Ye Xiyuan suddenly took a step back and lifted up the dark cloak, "Don't you look at it?"
"Look at what you fellow practitioners have done to save you."
Under the cloak, a familiar face was revealed.
Qiao Wan pulled out the sword with all her strength, turned her head, and looked through the rain curtain, landing on Cen Qingyou.
The boy's clothes were ragged, and his plum-white robe was stained with blood. His fair and handsome face, now it seemed, could not be said to be handsome.
The dark eyes reflected the struggle of Qiao Wan and his group on the edge of life and death.
The rain fell down Cen Qingyou's slender eyelashes, causing a blur in front of his eyes.
Seeing Qiao Wan being kicked to the ground without paying attention, Cen Qingyou finally spoke after half a second.
Ye Xiyuan was a little surprised. This was the first time he spoke in the past few days.
In the past few days, he has been looking and measuring the world with his eyes instead of speaking.
After traveling for so long and having no water to drink, Cen Qingyou’s voice was a little hoarse, but still very gentle, like the gurgling water outside the mountain temple.
"I want to have a word with her."
This her refers to Qiao Wan.
Looking at Cen Qingyou, Ye Xiyuan's heart was slightly frightened. Before he could recover, his body took a quick step and agreed.
When he realized this, Ye Xiyuan frowned. An unknown premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, as if something had been opened and released by their own hands.
The young man walked up to Qiao Wan step by step, knelt down in front of Qiao Wan, remained silent for a long time, took the initiative to take off the Bodhi seed hair ornament on his forehead, and stuffed it into Qiao Wan's hand.
Bodhizi hair ornaments are slightly cool.
Cen Qingyou went to touch Qiao Wan's hand.
The fingertips feel surprisingly cool when they touch each other.
Qiao Wan raised her eyes to look at him, and immediately understood what he wanted to do. She struggled to squeeze out a hoarse word from her throat, and clenched Cen Qingyou's fingers with her backhand.
"Don't."
As the five fingers intertwined, the boy said nothing and held her hand tightly. A touch of warmth spread through the cold skin bit by bit.
Cen Qingyou freed up a hand and touched Qiao Wan's cold face.
"Xin Yi, that's enough, you are my friend."
It is enough to be able to do this.
He lowered his head to look at Qiao Wan's face, looking at it silently, as if he wanted to carve Qiao Wan's current appearance deeply into his heart, stroke by stroke.
Look, in this world, if you don’t have the strength to decide your own fate, others will decide your fate.
Qiao Wan took a hard breath, stretched out her hand and grabbed the wrist of the young man in front of her.
She doesn’t want to be friends with the evil blue-eyed Buddha!
Even if she doesn't care, the senior brother will definitely not be happy either!
But Cen Qingyou gently brushed her hand away and tapped Qiao Wan twice. The spiritual energy went backwards and rushed through the body, and Qiao Wan's eyes suddenly went dark.
Then, the young man stood up slowly, rain fell on his eyelashes, and a green light rolled through his dark pupils, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
He glanced at Qiao Wan. The moment their eyes met, his aura seemed to change. His eyes were as calm as a deep green pool. Under the deep pool, there were countless bones sleeping, filled with resentment, evil spirit, and violence. He surrendered obediently to the young man's shoes.
The rain fell.
Cold drops hit Qiao Wan, dripping down her eyelashes, along the curve of her chin, and seeping into her collar.
The young man turned and left.
In a daze, it seemed as if a sword had been stabbed into her heart. The retrograde spiritual energy gathered in her chest, firmly protecting her heart.
She failed to bring Cen Er back for Mrs. Cen.
I was still too weak, so I was tricked by the people from Shandao Academy and played around with me.
It was a moment between life and death. Qiao Wan's face was expressionless, she clenched her back molars, still thinking.
Fuck.
She is indeed a 24K pure evil pen.
The blood flowed down little by little. As soon as the warm blood flowed out, it was immediately dispersed by the rain. It floated into the distance along the water on the ground, spreading a thin red under the body.
Qiao Wan's whole body gradually became cold, and there was only one thought left in her mind.
Why is she so miserable?
At the moment when consciousness was about to fade away, a human voice seemed to come from far away.
A soft and crisp female voice.
"Uncle Master! It's all your fault for saying wait a little longer! Look, she's dying!"
The voice that answered was a steady and powerful male voice.
"It's not too late, it's just the right time."
There was an extremely subtle "crackling" sound above her head, and someone opened an umbrella above her head.
Qiao Wan struggled to open her eyelids and could only see a piece of green cloth at the corner of her robe.
Looking up, there is a big pale hand with distinct joints, holding the umbrella handle tightly.
"Do you want to live?" The male voice said lightly, "Promise me a request, and I will save you. Not only that, but I can also help you resolve the evil spirit."
Before Qiao Wan could speak, or think about it, thinking that Qiao Wan couldn't speak at this time, the man spoke out the request in a clear and eloquent tone.
"How about I save you and you become the headmaster of our academy?"