After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 124|Previous mountain chief

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When Qiao Wan met those cyan eyes, the whole back of her head felt numb, and she stuttered out: "Senior, senior?"

And tried to pull his fingers back.

I pulled it back this time.

Miaofa looked away calmly, with no emotion or anger on his face. He only left an instruction in a cold voice: "Get it."

As soon as Qiao Wan received the porcelain vase, she immediately held it tightly, expressing her determination.

The Buddha's eyes swept across her face and walked to the next person.

Qiao Wan held the porcelain vase anxiously, still a little confused.

I always felt that something was wrong with the way my senior looked at me, but except for the crazy things she did when she was possessed, she didn’t seem to have done anything extraordinary, right ORZ

Don’t guess what Venerable Miaofa is thinking. You won’t be able to figure it out even if you keep guessing.

However, Qiao Wan had no time to think so much now. She had not rested for three days in a row. As soon as she came out of the secret realm, not long after her highly tense nerves relaxed, she suddenly felt a strong sense of tiredness.

When the awards were over, Qiao Wan walked down the stage with relief.

Everyone in Buping Academy immediately came forward excitedly.

"The mountain chief is back!"

"Shan Zhang, are you back?!"

"Are you tired, Commander Shan? Do you want a drink of water and a rest?"

"What happened to the pig?"

Who said just now that a mountain leader can’t do it! stand out!

"The mountain is long."

A deep male voice passed by.

All the young cabbages shivered one after another and consciously made way for them.

Li Pan, carrying the two black and white swords on his back, walked slowly to Qiao Wan and took a look at her face.

"Let's go."

The man turned around first and walked away: "After staying in this illusion for three days, it's time to rest."

After the first session of the Dharma Conference, not only Buping Academy, but also other sects were packing up and preparing to take their disciples back to rest.

On the top of the peak, the Buddha stands majestically like a mountain, calmly dealing with the communication coming from all directions.

The leaders and elders of the sects, headed by Zhanyunfeng, Chongde Ancient Garden and other sects, slightly cupped their hands, exchanged a few words of greetings and flattery, stepped on the magic weapon, their clothes were catching the wind, and carried them with them in a fairy-like manner. The disciple floated away.

As soon as Qiao Wan raised her head, she saw the majestic and magnificent Chongde Ancient Garden. Qi Feidao stood behind the railing, waving with the corner of his mouth raised.

Fang Lingqing struggled for a second, then reluctantly waved her paw.

The disciples of Buping Academy who came and left on Route 11 swallowed their saliva and said with pitiful envy: "When can we also have this card?"

Before Qiao Wan could speak, another contemptuous male voice suddenly stepped in.

The sound was not loud, but it was enough for the disciples at Buping Academy to hear clearly.

The male voice sneered: "Tsk, I have never seen the world."

Another voice also chuckled: "The mountain leader is a monk in the foundation building stage. Senior brother, what kind of world can you expect them to have seen?"

Qiao Wan and Li Pan looked up together.

I don’t know when a row of Confucian scholars stood in front of them. They all had a golden word "kind" embroidered on their sleeves. The male voice that just spoke was one of the young men. The leader, Lu Dechang, stood not far away. He glanced here and saw that his disciples were provoking words but did not say a word. It was obviously with tacit approval.

The disciples of Buping Academy were stunned.

At this moment, the rude young man laughed again: "What? Fellow Taoists, what do you think I do?"

The disciples of Buping Academy also obviously recognized that the large group of arrogant monks in front of them were from Shandao Academy. Although they were slightly angry in their hearts, they gritted their teeth and tacitly agreed not to show up.

In a situation like today, if they didn't encounter a thousand, they also encountered eight hundred.

There is nothing we can do about it. The one with the highest level of cultivation in their academy is Master Li. Small sects in the world of cultivation are either attached to the big clans or have to live with their tail between their legs. Even if they meet Even if something like this happens today, your teeth will be knocked out and your blood will be swallowed.

However, being wise and protecting oneself does not mean that the Academy Headmaster can be belittled and bullied.

Zheng Wenliang took a step forward and saluted gracefully: "May I ask what your friend meant by what you just said?"

"What do you mean?" Although the young man smiled, his eyes fell on Qiao Wan, "Whatever you mean, I will mean whatever you want."

At these words, even Zheng Wenliang, who was gentle and calm, couldn't help but change his expression.

Shan Dao Academy.

The bodhi seeds in her sleeves were as cold as water, but Qiao Wan didn't notice the two provocative young men. Her eyes fell on Lu Dechang across the crowd.

Lu Dechang noticed her gaze, maybe he had been paying attention to Qiao Wan from the beginning, and glanced at her lightly.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and unconsciously touched the sword.

The other disciples of Buping Academy also glared angrily, their eyes almost turning red with anger.

At this tense moment, Li Puan's unhurried voice suddenly came, "Let's go."

The Buping disciples were dumbfounded: "Uncle Master?"

Li Pan was unmoved and whispered: "Let's go."

Zheng Wenliang was anxious.

How could you just let it go? !

In the past, they had humiliated and humiliated them, and they had just swallowed their anger, but this was all the humiliation on the head of the mountain chief! Isn't the mountain chief the face of their academy?

Li Fan's voice was still very calm: "A dog bites a person, do you still want to get angry with the dog?"

"Bold!" The face of the good young man also changed: "What do you mean by this?!"

Li Pan looked over with a calm expression: "Whatever you think is what I mean."

The man's eyes are narrow and long, with slightly raised ends and deep eyes.

Seeing this, the disciple of Shandao felt inexplicably guilty.

This...isn't this just an unknown sect that I have never heard of? Why are they looking like this...

This look doesn’t look like someone from a small sect, but more like...

The young man suddenly woke up.

This look is more like someone coming out of the battlefield!

Thinking of this, the good disciple broke into a cold sweat almost uncontrollably on his forehead.

Li Pan's expression remained unchanged. Through the eyes of the man in front of him, he seemed to be able to see the blazing wind, carrying blood and gunpowder smoke, whistling across the ancient battlefield littered with corpses.

But when the good disciples were excited one by one and wanted to see clearly, the feeling just now had disappeared without a trace. Standing in front of them was the ordinary middle-aged man in green robe and white shoes. Monk.

Maybe he saw it wrong.

How could an elder from a small sect have such eyes that have seen the flames of war?

The good disciple looked back at Lu Dechang. Seeing that Lu Dechang still didn't say anything, he calmed down.

"The noble sect means that it is dissatisfied with our Shandao Academy," the Shandao disciple glanced at the sword in Qiao Wan's hand and sneered, "Does the noble sect still want to fight us here?!"

Li Pan glanced at the good disciple in front of him and said in a low voice: "It's not that we want to fight against the noble sect. I believe that the noble sect doesn't want to fight against us either."

"Where do you get the confidence to think we dare not take action?"

Li Fan said in a deep voice: "The Zhonggui sect saw it in their eyes at the last moment, and it will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"If the noble sect starts a fight with us here, it will be a small matter if we are not satisfied with the Academy's defeat. But if this falls in the eyes of others, it may become that the noble sect cannot afford to lose and has no reputation for Confucianism. The style is remarkable.”

Even if you don't say it, once you speak, this sentence is quick and accurate, stabbing Shandao Academy in the painful foot.

As a result, all the good disciples suddenly changed their colors.

After all, all the sects on Huazuo Peak could clearly see how badly the Shandao disciples were beaten by Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing in the last quarter of an hour.

The good disciple suddenly turned pale with anger, drew his sword and said angrily: "You!"

"Zixing." Not far away, Lu Dechang finally spoke, his gloomy eyes passing over Li Pan's face.

"Elder." The good disciple turned back eagerly.

Lu Dechang looked back: "Let's go."

"Don't give villains an opportunity to take advantage of you."

Although the good disciples still didn't dare, since the elders spoke, they had to listen in front of outsiders. They all snorted with unkind expressions and walked away.

"Let's go." Li Pian also turned around and raised his eyebrows at the sluggish Bu Ping disciples in front of him, "Why are you still standing there?"

"Nothing, nothing?" Zheng Wenliang shook his head violently, couldn't help exchanging glances with Lu Yao, and secretly sighed.

This is the first time I discovered that Uncle Li is so fierce.

……

Generally speaking, monks basically don't need to sleep, but after three days of studying in the illusion, Qiao Wan immediately fell asleep and fell unconscious as soon as he got on the bed.

When I woke up, the lights were already on in the room.

A small and broken oil lamp, the light is dim.

A dark figure sat upright in front of the table, casting a large group of dark shadows on the mottled wall.

As soon as Qiao Wan sat up from the bed, she heard the familiar deep male voice: "Are you awake?"

"Senior Li."

Qiao Wan got out of bed and walked to Li Pan's side, only to find that the man had a roll of history spread out in his hand. Li Pan was sitting at the table, looking at it with a lamp.

On the bamboo slips, a middle-aged monk who was busy at his desk was reflected, and a peach blossom peeked out of the window.

It is spring time, the peach blossoms are heavy on the branches, and the grass roots by the pond are soft.

The middle-aged monk is dressed in green clothes and a crane cloak. He has long eyebrows and tall eyes. He looks as bright as the bright moon in the sky, but he is gentle and approachable. Hanging on the wall behind him was the Wen Sixing Zhu that Qiao Wan had seen before.

Qiao Wan could tell at a glance that this was the previous mountain chief in the chronicles of Buping Academy. I don't know why, but when I saw this history scroll, Qiao Wan suddenly felt a little complicated. She couldn't tell exactly what she felt.

Qiao Wan lowered his head and thought.

It just feels so close.

However, she made it clear that she had never seen this senior before, nor had she heard any news about him.

"What?" Li Fan asked, perhaps sensing Qiao Wan's deep thoughts.

"Nothing." Qiao Wan shook her head and looked away.

If she said she felt close to this senior, it would inevitably be a bit suspicious. Although she thought so, she couldn't help but take another look.

"Senior Li..." After sorting out his emotions, Qiao Wan asked: "May I ask the last mountain chief, what was his name?"

Li Fan: "Guangze, Meng Guangze. What? Have you heard of it?"

The word "Meng Guangze" went through his mind several times. Qiao Wan shook his head, "No, I haven't heard of it."

Li Pan closed the history volume slowly.

Qiao Wan temporarily turned her attention away from the history scroll, and another stunningly beautiful face popped up in her mind.

Senior must be angry.

Qiao Wan's heart froze, her eyes slowly fell on the shabby little bed, and she thought uncertainly.

Would you like to... dream about it?