After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 223|A calculation (2)

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Since Qiao Wan left the cave and started walking around, many disciples in Kunshan have been paying attention to her movements, wanting to see how she would react.

Thinking of Qiao Wan, even the Kunshan disciples who didn't think highly of her before could not help but express deep sympathy.

After all, they are both disciples, so Master Yuqing is too partial.

But unexpectedly, as the focus of everyone's attention, Qiao Wan behaved very calmly. He even went up to Yuqing Peak the next day and brought a can of tea to Zhou Yan.

This is what Zhou Yan said yesterday, saying that the tea tastes delicious and he hopes to beg for some. Asking for tea is a lie, but taking the opportunity to ease the relationship between master and disciple is true.

Walking into the Yuqing Hall, Qiao Wan put the tea leaves on the table, looked into the back of the side hall, and said calmly and politely: "Master, I brought you the tea leaves you asked for."

After a long while, a stalwart and cold figure walked out of the Yuqing Palace. Zhou Yan was wearing a single coat. He nodded gently and turned his eyes to her face: "Please run one more time and sit down. Let’s have a cup of tea.”

Qiao Wan didn't object, drank a cup of tea, exchanged a few polite greetings, and turned around to leave.

It was when I was leaving Yuqing Peak that I met Lu Bihan.

After blocking a few whips for Mu Xiaoxiao, Lu Bihan seemed to have become even thinner and thinner. His eyes were all blue and black, and he was so thin that he seemed to have lost his appearance.

Qiao Wan paused briefly and said hello: "Elder brother."

The pace still keeps moving.

There was no discernable expression on Lu Bihan's face, he just lowered his eyes lightly and responded.

Then they passed each other.

In the eyes of others, it was after this incident that Qiao Wan suddenly figured it out and stopped fussing. Perhaps the previous fussing was originally intended to attract the teacher's attention, but after this incident, After realizing his status, he stayed in Kunshan obediently.

In the next few days, Qiao Wan ran very diligently to Yuqing Peak.

Slowly, the relationship between master and disciple seems to have returned to the ease and alienation it had before.

But precisely because of Qiao Wan's obedience, Zhou Yan felt even more uncomfortable. He wanted to make amends but didn't know where to start.

When Qiao Wan stepped into the side hall of Yuqing Palace again, Zhou Yan had just gotten up. He had not slept all night, his long hair was disheveled, and he was sitting in front of the window and facing the mirror, slightly dazed.

Until a girl's calm voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Qiao greeted him in the evening: "The real person."

Seeing her, Zhou Yan's frown relaxed slightly, "Sit down."

Then there was a long silence.

The surroundings were quiet and only the cold wind howling on Yuqing Peak could be heard.

In the end, it was Zhou Yan who broke the deadlock: "Wan'er, how long have you been my disciple?"

Qiao Wan thought for a while and gave the answer: "Thirty-four years, six months and three days."

Zhou Yan was stunned suddenly, his cold eyes fell on her face, with inexplicable and complicated emotions surging in his eyes. After a while, he sighed.

"I'm sorry you still remember it so clearly."

"I still remember when you first went up the mountain, you often helped me take care of my white hair." Zhou Yan paused and lowered his eyes, "Now, would you like to help Master comb my hair again?"

Just combing your hair.

Zhou Yan's hair was smooth and smooth. Qiao Wan calmly took the comb from the table and stood behind the man.

As soon as the cold comb teeth touched his scalp, Zhou Yan couldn't help but stiffen slightly. After a moment, he slowly relaxed again. He closed his eyes and tried to feel the subtle itching sensation of the comb teeth massaging his scalp.

It was like a comb, gently and slowly scratching my heart, causing a slight itch.

It was the same thing when Qiao Wan first became his disciple. At that time, she was not very tall and she liked to move a stool and stand on it to comb his hair.

There is heavy snow outside the palace, and charcoal is burning inside, making it as warm as spring.

Although Qiao Wan herself felt that monks could maintain body temperature, burning charcoal was a particularly extravagant and wasteful thing.

Putting away these messy thoughts, he calmed down and continued to comb Zhou Yan's hair. Watching the white hair flow out from between the teeth of the comb, the atmosphere seemed to have returned to the original warmth and intimacy.

Then, the warmth and intimacy was broken by another unbelievable voice.

Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly stood at the door with a pale face: "Master...Master?!"

A pair of eyes fell on her face in disbelief, and she dodged awkwardly: "Junior sister...you guys!"

Mu Xiaoxiao looked like she had just climbed out of bed. In the past few days, Qiao Wan had not seen Mu Xiaoxiao. Her steps were sloppy, her left face was swollen, and there were still traces of... There was a whip mark, and the whole person seemed to have lost his previous vitality, looking miserable and pale.

When the execution was being carried out in the Discipline Hall, she dodged for a moment, and the whip fell right on her face.

The Spiritual Whip of the Discipline Hall cannot heal the swelling even with the best wound medicine on Qixia Peak. The main reason is that it serves as a warning to others, which is similar to ancient tattoos. Wonderful.

This expression was a bit like catching someone in bed. The corner of Qiao Wan's mouth twitched and she subconsciously put down the comb in her hand.

Unexpectedly, before she could speak, Zhou Yan opened his mouth and frowned: "Xiaoxiao, why are you here?"

"I...I..." Looking at Zhou Yan, Mu Xiaoxiao was speechless for a moment.

Qiao Wan didn't know what happened between Zhou Yan and Mu Xiaoxiao, but Mu Xiaoxiao knew it very well.

The master was...disappointed in her.

After bringing her back from the Discipline Hall, she was given a grounding order, asking Xiaosong to keep an eye on her, and she was not allowed to leave the cave without his permission. However, she just heard Xiaosong accidentally mention that these days Tian Qiaowan kept running towards Yuqing Peak.

She is worried...

Looking at the comb in Qiao Wan's hand now, and thinking of the intimate scene he had just seen at the door, Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst into tears, and muttered: "I... I just miss Master... ”

However, the man did not show any subtle tenderness on his usually cold face like before.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and did not look at her. His voice was cold and hard: "Go back."

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned, the tears that had not yet left were stuck in his eyes awkwardly, unable to be taken back or fall down.

"Master...?"

Zhou Yan: "Go back."

"Master?"

As soon as Mu Xiaoxiao took a few steps forward, a stern sword energy suddenly blocked her way.

Zhou Yan put down his hand, still not opening his eyes: "Get out!"

Mu Xiaoxiao froze, glanced at Qiao Wan, tears suddenly flowed out: "Master... you are doing this for junior sister..."

Before she finished speaking, another awe-inspiring sword energy passed by her swollen side face.

"Get out! Don't you even listen to me?!"

Mu Xiaoxiao’s eyes were red, her hands and feet were cold as she stood there, feeling a burning pain in her swollen face.

Seeing that she still didn't move, Zhou Yan showed no mercy this time and pushed the girl out of the room with a burst of sword energy, leaving only a closed door.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Mu Xiaoxiao felt as if he had been slapped hard, and someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he froze in place.

Bang! !

The palace door closed heavily.

Zhou Yan then opened his eyes tiredly.

It was because he had pampered Xiaoxiao too much before that he developed her temperament. The grounding was because he deliberately tempered her temperament. He didn't expect... Mu Xiaoxiao's performance made him so disappointed.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan couldn't help but take another look at Qiao Wan in front of him.

The girl stood calmly, her eyes clear.

Knowing interests and observing etiquette, being tenacious and intelligent.

Compared between the two, it seems so rare.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Yan said tiredly: "That's it, let's stop here."

These days he often thinks, does Qiao Wan really not care?

But at this time, he didn't want to think about anything.

That's fine.

It was enough for him and Qiao Wan to remain as unfamiliar and polite as they were now.

"I will discipline your senior sister well." Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment and added: "Don't keep it in mind."

"Yes." Qiao Wan saluted calmly: "Junior, please remember this."

This is what she wants to do.

Qiao Wan thought expressionlessly that during this time, she finally figured out how to get close to Zhou Yan.

The icing on the cake is not as good as providing help in times of need. Mu Xiaoxiao is already here to act coquettishly and cutely.

But what she can do is what Mu Xiaoxiao cannot do, for example, help Zhou Yan solve his problems, accompany and comfort this man who is already exhausted physically and mentally. Watching people act coquettishly and cutely is certainly good for your physical and mental health, but if things go on like this, even gods will get tired and tired of helping to deal with the mess.

Compared with this, what most people value is tangible benefits, a person who can be by their side to share responsibilities and worries.

In the process, she will find a way to get the evil-killing sword manual that her senior asked her to do.