After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 246|Qiao lived late

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Qiao Wan actually once thought about how she would die if she accidentally received a lunch box one day.

Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather.

After living for more than 40 years, she still has a bit of a passionate heart. The most ideal way to die is to die in a worthy and valuable way, and to sacrifice heroically for the righteousness of the world.

But she will never die silently in a secret place like now, with no one paying attention, and no one even knows that she is dead.

They may have thought that she was still alive, that she was missing, that she was absconding in fear of crime, but they would never have thought that she had died quietly, and her body was rotting away in this place where no one had set foot.

This feeling of being forgotten was so terrible that it almost reminded her of the time before she went down the mountain.

She doesn't want to die.

There was a blur of darkness in front of her. She seemed to be trapped in this endless darkness, unable to advance or retreat.

So this is death? Qiao Wan thought blankly.

Not every monk has the fate to become a ghost cultivator. Maybe someone like her has really died, right?

Originally, Qiao Wan thought that the darkness in front of her was only temporary. It wouldn't be long before something black and white might appear and take her to death.

From the beginning of her refusal to accept it, howling and crying, to the numbness now, she has been waiting quietly for a long time, but she has not waited for creatures like Black and White and the God of Death to appear.

Is it possible that Black and White Impermanence has forgotten her again? Qiao Wan thought silently.

Then I waited for a long time. I don’t know how many days and nights I waited, but the darkness was still in front of my eyes. If I kept waiting any longer, Qiao Wan felt that she was going crazy. She would have become sick even if she didn’t have claustrophobia.

I don’t know how long it took, but the darkness in front of me finally turned around. A ray of light leaked out from nowhere, illuminating the darkness. The light was very dim, but very warm, as if it was pulling the lost souls.

Qiao Wan raised her feet in confusion and followed this ray of light. She kept walking and kept walking. Gradually, this ray of light became brighter and brighter. The white, warm and soft light almost occupied the entire dark space. A path paved with sunlight appeared in front of her.

There seemed to be a gentle male voice coming from the end of the corridor.

He is saying: "Ah Wan, I'm sorry."

"It's my father who can't help you."

Where did her father come from? Qiao Wan thought in confusion.

There are only two of her fathers, one is justice from heaven, and the other is the so-called demon war **** Su Buhuo.

However, although everyone said she was the Demon Realm Emperor, Qiao Wan still had no real sense of this identity.

But her voice was too gentle. She desperately wanted to meet someone. No matter who he was, even if he was a liar, she would be happy to have **** with him.

So, Qiao Wan followed the voice without hesitation, continued to move forward, and finally saw a blurry figure at the end of the sun.

Wearing a very simple green robe that was washed a little white, his black hair was very long and tied into a low ponytail hanging on his shoulders.

This figure is tall and looks a bit familiar.

As if aware of the footsteps behind him, the man stopped, as if waiting patiently for her to follow.

Qiao Wan followed.

The man then led her forward, silently, but with an indescribable gentleness and gentleness.

The man walked through the long corridor and suddenly disappeared.

Qiao Wan was just about to ask the senior to wait, but unexpectedly stepped on him. Then he felt his feet were empty, and he rolled down instantly.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly struck, and Qiao Wan suddenly opened her eyes! !

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a strange but familiar face.

This is a middle-aged man who looks about thirty, with gentle and handsome eyebrows, light cyan stubble under his chin, and a monocle with a platinum chain. The eyes under the lens are looking at him gently and tolerantly. She was as warm as the sun shining on her body.

This...is this?

Qiao Wan was stunned for half a second, her consciousness suddenly came back, her mind was racing, and she had already shouted out.

"Meng... Chief Shan?!"

Isn't this the Captain Meng Guangze of Buping Academy whom she saw in the chess room before? !

Could it be that because she was too useless and had not yet led Buping Academy to greatness, she just received the lunch, and the senior mountain chief came to settle accounts with her?

But the way the senior mountain chief looked at her was a little different. There seemed to be some other emotions in those gentle and vicissitudes of his eyes.

No... Senior, why do you look at me so affectionately?

It seemed like there was silence for a long time, and it seemed like it was only for a moment. Finally, a tolerant and helpless smile appeared on the man's face: he shouted softly: "Wan'er, are you awake?"

"How are the injuries on your body? Does it still hurt?"

"Wan'er." Under Qiao Wan's shocked gaze, the senior Meng Guangze smiled, showing a helpless smile that looked neither gentle nor temperamental, but easy to bully, "Don't worry, I am Your dad."

"I am your father," the man thought for a moment and added: "I am Meng Guangze, Mei Yuanbai, and Su Buhuo."

Qiao Wan raised her eyes a little dazedly.

At this time, Qiao Wan finally realized that maybe she was not dead.

The pure black space was no longer around her. She was now lying by the deep pool under the cliff, with the waterfall hanging upside down, flying beads splashing jade, and the sun shining on her body, which was very warm.

Compared with the fact that she was not dead, what shocked Qiao Wan even more was that the legendary senior Meng Guangze appeared in front of her and said to her, I am your father.

I'll kill you! When Qiao Wan came back to her senses, she was instantly horrified. What kind of operation was this? !

She's not dead? ?

And this senior Meng even said directly, "I am your father?"

"You are... my father?" Qiao Wan repeated it blankly, the word "father" rolled around in her throat, and she was too embarrassed to say it out, so she finally changed it to "senior".

"Senior...you...you're not dead?"

The man was tall and tall, his skin was warm blood color, he didn’t look like a dead soul, and he didn’t have any death energy.

"It's not dead, nor alive." Meng Guangze, the headmaster of Buping Academy who claimed to be her father Su Buhuo, showed a soft smile: "It's just that a ray of divine consciousness parasitized you before death. The sea of ​​consciousness."

"Have you been confused in the past few decades?" Meng Guangze said gently, "I can't preserve my spiritual energy, and my cultivation has not progressed. Ah Wan, I want to apologize to you."

"Over the years, my soul has been trapped in your sea of ​​consciousness. Due to the serious damage to my consciousness, I had to absorb your aura and use it for my own use. It was not until today, by chance, that I was finally able to escape from the sea of ​​consciousness and meet you. Meet."

Isn’t this the legendary old man in the sea of ​​consciousness?

Then the aura that she couldn't keep before, and the wispy voice that she kept hearing, was actually Meng Guangze, her father Su Bulhuo?

"Yes..." Qiao Wan almost panicked, paused, and then asked blankly: "Senior, did you save me?"

Perhaps after walking in a circle in front of the gate of the underworld, Qiao Wan's mind was rarely much clearer than before. The moment these words were spoken, all the previous vague and fuzzy clues had been connected together at the same time that Chief Meng Guangze, who was supposed to be dead, appeared.

Why did Li Fan save her, a stranger, in the first place? Why did he cultivate her with all his heart and make her the head of the mountain?

Now there seems to be an answer.

All this is because she is a descendant of Meng Guangze.

But the man in front of me is my father?

Looking at the middle-aged man with slender eyebrows in front of her, Qiao Wan felt a little nervous and uncomfortable.

Firstly, because the man in front of him is too young. Except for the fine lines at the corners of his eyes that show some age, he is so young that he does not seem to be a father.

If he is really Su Buhuo, this means that the glorious legend for the Demon Realm and even the world of cultivation is standing in front of him.

Unlike the invincible and glorious God of War in her imagination, the man in front of her looked like an ordinary Confucian monk, a master, gentle and tolerant.

Qiao Wan felt a lot of pressure from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't face it and didn't dare to look directly.

As for this second reason, it is also the most important reason.

If Meng Guangze is really her "father".

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly made a move that surprised even Meng Guangze.

She raised her seriously injured body and knelt down towards him. Her voice was hard: "But I may not be your daughter."

Hearing this, the look of surprise on the man's face faded away, and he still looked at her gently, his eyes as mellow as old wine.

Qiao Wan paused, her voice was a little stiff, and she didn't dare to look at the man's reaction: "Maybe your daughter's body is occupied by me."

After wearing it for more than 40 years, this is the first time she has told this secret to the outside world.

"Have you ever heard of... time travel?"

If the senior in front of her is really her father, he is not her "father" Qiao Wan, but the father of the original owner.

She is just a time-traveled Xibei product. She has no choice but to occupy the body of the other party's daughter with peace of mind, and still enjoys the care of her father.

Unexpectedly, this senior just laughed. When he smiled, there were very light lines at the corners of his eyes.

He looked really young, as if he was only around thirty, but his eyes seemed to be filled with blood and smoke, but they were all calm and silent. Only the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes vaguely revealed that he was already alive. It has been a long time, my eyebrows have been softened by wind and frost, and carved by time.

"I know."

Meng Guangze raised his hand as if he didn't care.

The warm and generous palm fell on the top of her hair, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a little nostalgia in his eyes.

"You are not born to me, you are just a wandering soul from another world that I accidentally encountered during my years of fighting."

Qiao Wan's eyes widened in shock.

"This lonely soul does not belong to this world, so I rescued this lonely soul, nurtured it carefully, and used my own flesh and blood to create a physical body for her."

"This is you."

Does he know he is wearing it? ! !

That... wandering, lonely soul in another world is her? ?

But the man seemed to have no intention of continuing. He just looked at her and took Qiao Wan, whose limbs were stiff, into his arms.

"I think you might need a hug at this time."

"Daddy wants to say, it's okay. I have wronged you for so many years."

Being in the man's warm embrace, Qiao Wan instantly stiffened: "Thank you so much, senior."

But his voice became hoarse uncontrollably.

Although she knew that it all happened too suddenly, she couldn't even accept that this man was her father.

The father she imagined was not like this. Her real father, or rather, her father, should be an ordinary and mediocre middle-aged man, maybe with a beer belly, who walks his dog downstairs in the community every night.

She couldn't regard the man in front of her as her father, but when she was held in his arms and leaned on the man's broad shoulders, Qiao Wan couldn't help but choke.

When she was stabbed through the waist and abdomen with a sword, she was really praying, hoping that someone could come to save her.

Senior Miaofa, Senior Ma, Senior Li Ban, Jia Ying, Senior Brother...even...Zhou Yan, but in this dead darkness, there was no one, and she finally despaired.

"This has nothing to do with the seniors, it's just that the juniors... are useless."

Meng Guangze watched helplessly as the girl who looked particularly cruel and untouchable buried her face.

There was no expression on his face, but two lines of hot tears rolled down his eyes.

This is the feeling of being alive. It feels so good to be alive.

The girl was still covered in dried blood, and half of her bone face had been left behind at some point, revealing a ferocious face.

At this point, I still don’t forget to be polite.

Meng Guangze glanced at her. He couldn't help but sigh with pity and helplessness from his lips, and gently patted Qiao Wan's still stiff back.

"You don't have to say thank you, Ah Wan, you are my daughter, and parents will not change their attitude just because their daughter is smart or not, useful or useless."

Because you are my child, my blood, I will love you unconditionally. ”

"Back then I saved a wandering soul. I had no family. You were the only family member who could soothe my loneliness. You were my hope and my light."

"Wan'er, you don't have to be afraid or worry, you are my father's daughter, a gift given to me by life, and my unique princess."