After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 236|Master and disciple’s dream

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Seeing Ma Huaizhen commanding the remaining ANBU disciples to drag Mu Xiaoxiao away, Qiao Wan looked back and was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard Zhou Yan's voice.

"Wan'er, would you like to go on a trip with my teacher...?"

Although her feelings told her that this was not the time, when she looked at Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan lowered his eyes, squeezed the remaining intact fingers of his right hand, and his throat rolled.

Qiao Wan still stopped, pressed her sword tightly, and followed Zhou Yan up to Yuqing Peak in silence.

Walking on the mountain road of Yuqing Peak, Qiao Wan looked at the green pines and snow-covered roads on the roadside. Suddenly, she had an inexplicable premonition, and her heart skipped a beat.

Zhou Yan may have discovered it.

Only when he arrived at the cave, Zhou Yan sat down, his eyebrows were like frost, and his face was like ice and jade.

Master Yuqing sat down slowly, with his robe sleeves hanging down, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you lying to me?"

After living for more than six hundred years, he is not stupid after all.

Looking quietly at the girl covered in blood in front of him, Zhou Yan's throat froze as he recalled Qiao Wan's sudden cold look just now.

No matter what, it was not the way he looked at his master, his friends, or even the elders of his sect. This look was cold and calm, as if he were looking at a stranger, or a stranger who was obsessed with understanding.

That look in his eyes was like a bucket of cold water pouring down his face, suddenly making him wake up from the master-disciple relationship he had been in for the past few days.

"You are lying to me as a teacher."

He spoke rather word by word, with a hint of panic and heat in his cold eyes, trying to detect a different look on Qiao Wan's face.

Xiaoxiao suffered a lot of pain and fright, but in the end she didn’t have many serious injuries. What’s more, she had caused such a big disaster today, so she deserved this punishment.

At this time, Zhou Yan was shocked and slightly panicked to find that instead of smiling, he wanted to know whether the master-disciple friendship in the past ten days was all in vain.

In the past few days, Zhou Yan did notice some subtleties, such as why Qiao Wan suddenly seemed to let go and the atmosphere between the two was no longer tense. For example, Qiao Wan and Xiao Sui Why did he bump into the conversation between him and Xiaoxiao by such a chance?

But these were all consciously ignored by Zhou Yan.

As long as Qiao Wan, his disciple, is willing to come back to him, he can pretend to be deaf and dumb and pretend not to know.

Because he really regretted it.

Jianzhen incense is burning in the cave.

The aloof Jade Qing Master closed his eyes, a little mist fell on his eyelashes.

During that hunting trip at Tingyun Mountain, he abandoned Qiao Wan and regretted it after seeing Qiao Wan's dull and calm eyes.

He has always felt sorry for his apprentice. Smiling is the most important thing, isn't it? Just smile...

But now, instead of smiling, he was more afraid of Qiao Wan leaving him again because of that look.

Zhou Yan opened his eyes, glanced at Qiao Wan quietly, and then spoke again, "I still remember the day when you first came to Kunshan."

Short, short-sighted, vain, and greedy for gain. After knowing that she had become the disciple of Master Yuqing, she wished she could show it off to the whole world. This is why most of the Kunshan disciples did not like her at the beginning. , he actually frowned at that time, feeling slightly troubled.

But even if he was left to Lu Bihan to take care of him, Qiao Wan's respect and dependence on him as his master were not lost at all.

Qiao Wan was slightly surprised to hear Zhou Yan suddenly say this, but at the same time, she felt that it was not surprising.

Zhou Yan would discover her bad intentions sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to be so early. Maybe she's just not experienced enough.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan's body became a little stiff. After thinking about it for a while, she began to wonder whether Zhou Yan should just show his cards now that Zhou Yan had found out.

When it comes to deceiving other people's feelings, there is still something wrong with her no matter what she does.

So, under Zhou Yan's gaze, Qiao Wan thought for a while and admitted it frankly.

"Yes."

"Sorry," Qiao Wan avoided her eyes, "I did have other intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan fell silent, his white hair fell from his shoulders, and Master Yuqing's voice suddenly felt cold.

"Then what are you doing?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, looked directly into Zhou Yan's cold eyes, and said without any concealment: "The Execution of Evil Sword Manual."

"I heard, Zhenren, that you have the evil-killing sword manual."

Unsurprisingly, I saw the shock in Zhou Yan’s eyes: "How did you..."

"How do you know?" Qiao Wan shook his head, "It's not important. I just want to ask the real person."

After all, eating people has a short mouth, and taking people has a short hand, and it comes only for other people's things. Qiao Wan paused, and asked hesitantly and implicitly: "I would like to ask the master if he is willing to lend me the Zhu Xie Sword Manual for a review."

As long as Zhou Yan is willing to borrow it, she can engrave it with her spiritual consciousness and manually copy it in her mind.

Zhou Yan: "..."

The quiet room suddenly fell into deathly silence again.

The Execution of Evil Sword Manual is originally for the Execution of Evil Sword Manual. Zhou Yan's lips moved and the color drained from his face.

Obviously he had guessed it, but when Qiao Wan looked at him without hesitation and told him his purpose, Zhou Yan still felt like his heart was twisting.

The man pursed his lips, and a large amount of sweat fell down on his forehead involuntarily.

"Really? It turns out you are here for the Execution of Evil Sword Manual."

The man is tall and tall, with the sleeves of his robe hanging down. There is a piano on the table in front of him. He looks elegant and solemn, like eyelashes covered with a layer of frost and snow hanging down.

Qiao Wan knows that Zhou Yan is a scumbag. Although he looks good on the outside, he is still a scumbag, but now this feeling...

I couldn’t help but wonder, why does it look like she’s a scumbag?

While Qiao Wan was wiping the blood from her face uneasily, Zhou Yan suddenly spoke again.

"What if there is no evil-killing sword manual?"

"If there is no evil-killing sword manual..." After saying this, even Zhou Yan found it a bit ridiculous, "Qiao Wan, if you are close to being a teacher, do you still have a trace of sincerity?"

At this point, Zhou Yan's intact right hand moved, as if he wanted to hold her shoulder and ask her what happened.

How should she answer this?

She didn't want to break up with Zhou Yan yet, so she clenched her sword tightly. Qiao Wan still chose a more polite and unfamiliar answer.

"Senior is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, and everyone yearns for him. Although the relationship between master and disciple between me and senior has been severed, I still have no change in my respect for my senior in the journey of swordsmanship."

Zhou Yan couldn't hear the polite words.

"Okay."

Zhou Yan only answered this one word.

It was snowing outside the quiet room.

"That's fine."

"That's good."

"What about...the Venerable Miaofa in the Great Light Hall."

Qiao Wan suddenly mentioned the magical method. She paused for a while and then spoke slowly, accepting what she said before.

"I have a relationship with His Holiness as equals. Although we do not have the title of master and disciple, we have a master-disciple relationship."

"Then you value him more, right?" Zhou Yan lowered his eyes: "Compared with being a teacher, do you value this 'elder' whom you know half way?"

Qiao Wan was silent this time.

Although there was no answer, a thousand words were left unsaid.

Compared with the one from the Great Guangming Hall, he was indeed derelict in his duties as a master.

Qiao Wan was too calm.

Zhou Yan didn't even know when he had taught such a calm disciple.

Calm and rational, Xiaoxiao even looks like a baby compared to her.

Maybe he should be angry, but at this time, his anger, unwillingness, grief, full regret and jealousy seemed to be unreasonable.

Just now, Qiao Wan asked with clear eyes and coldly, which suddenly reminded him of his original intention of learning the sword.

The sword is a killing weapon, which can calm the world, clarify the world, sweep away the enemy's killing weapon, and then shame one's own Taoist heart into dust.

He missed this apprentice. Qiao Wan had been by his side for decades, but he actually missed this talented person for decades.

Ruyu's left hand touched the piano on the table, and her pale knuckles slowly tightened the strings on the table. Every tremble of the strings was like a strong tremor in his heart, shaking his whole body. I was sweating profusely, and my heart shrank into a ball like a knife.

After a long time, Zhou Yan spoke again.

“I don’t have the evil-killing sword manual here.”

Not here? !

Qiao Wan opened her eyes wide.

"I once swore not to practice the Evil-killing Sword Manual in this life." Thinking of the past events and secrets from long ago, Zhou Yan pressed his lips tightly together, "As early as a few years ago, I gave the sword manual to Your senior brother."

"If you want it, you might as well go to him. I think Pihan will definitely be willing to give it to you."

Thinking of the tense relationship between her and her senior brother, Qiao Wan was troubled for a moment.

Now that I have asked all the questions, there is no point in staying here anymore. I bowed and left decisively.

"Senior, have a good rest, and junior will retire first."

Zhou Yan looked pale and did not stop her.

Just at the moment when Qiao Wan was about to walk out the door, she suddenly asked: "Did you go up the mountain just for the red fire golden tire?"

It snows all year round on Yuqing Peak, and the snow beads pour into this small quiet room along with the howling cold wind.

Obviously knowing that this was the last chance Zhou Yan gave her.

If she modified her sentence a little, Zhou Yan might pretend that nothing had happened, renew the master-disciple relationship, and treat her as his little apprentice again.

But she couldn't say it.

Brushing away the condensed blood on her shoulders, Qiao Wan looked slightly sideways and answered decisively: "Yes."

He walked out of the cave without looking back.

After Qiao Wan turned around, Zhou Yan's figure swayed and he almost fell down.

"Zheng——"

A clear sound.

The strings cut deeply into the fingertips, and a string of blood oozed out.

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood with an expressionless expression.

He had never found Qiao Wan to be so hard-hearted, and he had never regretted it so much. Why did he insist on renewing the master-disciple relationship before?

He would rather she still hates him, distances herself from him, and turns a blind eye to him after she goes up the mountain.

Better than now...

With a quick glance, he accidentally bumped into a bronze mirror not far away, which reflected a man with white hair and a bright face.

It would be better than now, weaving a dream for him and crushing it cruelly. It was like revenge, revenge for the mirror image he had given her.

The so-called murder and heart-breaking is nothing more than this.