Chapter 174: First
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How can this ignorant female cultivator be compared to Xiaoxiao, who is still in the way here!
Song Qiyuan's anger rose in his heart.
Hat hat hat hat!
her hat!
Watching the curtain rise up into the air, Qiao Wan's heart was beating wildly, she reached out quickly and ruthlessly, slammed it on her head, and then clearly met the young man's shocked gaze through the thin silk.
How... how can there be two Mu girls? !
Isn't Miss Mu still there?
Who is this now? Is he blindfolded?
Song Qiyuan: "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a bang on his head, followed by a sharp pain. In the last second before he lost consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the gentle "Miss Mu" who took the fruit plate at his hand with no expression on his face.
Qiao Wan put down the plate ferociously, her eyes burst with light, she took advantage of the chaos and picked up a piece of watermelon, and fled across the table!
Can't stay here any longer! The wind is screaming! Run! !
As a result, before running a few steps away, he ran into three or four Song family servants.
Glancing at Song Qiyuan, who had collapsed on the ground with blood on his face, his expression suddenly changed.
"Master!"
"stop!"
"Don't run! Get it for me!"
Clang——
More than a dozen cold swords blocked the way, firmly holding Qiao Wan in the sword array.
At this moment, more than a dozen loose cultivators in the surrounding area finally reacted.
Those of them who traveled south and north, all they paid attention to was a righteous character. They just saw Song Qiyuan draw a sword with their own eyes. Not to mention, Wanniang is a secret member of them. Their team has lost the face of their team.
What's more, in the past few days, these desperados have suffered a lot of hidden losses for the virtue of this young master of the Song family.
"Master Song, is your house willing to invite a few of us for a drink, but let me be accurate."
In an instant of effort, a well-rounded Song family banquet immediately turned into a pot of porridge.
In the midst of this commotion, someone slapped the table: "Today! Who dares to leave?!!"
Zhou Yan frowned, picked up the chopsticks scattered on the table, and exerted force on his wrist.
peel off-
A few chopsticks burst out of the air, and they were all swept down equally, regardless of the Song family and the team.
Qiao Wan immediately picked up the fruit plate on the left hand side and slammed it with the backhand!
Benedict——
The wooden chopsticks penetrated deeply into the porcelain plate, and the strength contained in it made Qiao Wan's arms tremble.
The porcelain plate in his hand shattered into a pile of porcelain pieces in an instant.
This female cultivator could actually take his chopsticks.
Zhou Yan was slightly surprised.
Although she wears a hood, she can vaguely see through her slender figure that she is a young female cultivator, about the same age as Xiao Xiao.
The thin silk was slightly lifted, revealing the white jaw.
But in the next second, the girl quickly held down the thin silk, and fought and retreated with this group of loose cultivators.
Looking at the back of the female cultivator, Zhou Yan frowned slightly, inexplicably not wanting to let this person leave, and immediately picked up two or three scattered fruits and threw them out.
Done.
If you don't smear oil on your feet and slip away, you won't be able to get off! !
As soon as Qiao Wan gritted her teeth, she also picked up the scattered pieces of porcelain and watermelon on the ground, and beat the fruit back with her hands.
The returned fruit collided and burst in mid-air, and the flesh flew across.
Zhou Yan's heart trembled slightly, his robe sleeves were raised, and his disciple behind the substitute blocked the splashing juice, and couldn't help but shouted hello.
What this group of loose cultivators do is buy and sell human lives, with complex moves and poor cultivation. I didn't expect that there is such a young talent in this group of desperadoes, who is still a young girl.
Thinking of the soft girl behind him, Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly.
The girl in the hood followed the gang of loose cultivators, and now she was able to block his move, but she smiled and was timid and indecisive. Fan personality.
Although the girl behind him is his most beloved young apprentice, but when he accepted Mu Xiaoxiao, he was also interested in her talent, and hoped that she could inherit the Yuqing swordsmanship and become a female swordsman in the future. To be able to achieve this position at the pinnacle of kendo, even if Zhou Yan has not been born for a long time, he still has such a belligerent mentality in his heart, and when he encounters this talented junior, he will inevitably appreciate it a little more.
At this time, the two sides are compared and it is false to say that they are not disappointed.
But he hadn't noticed it just now, but now that he made a move, the girl felt a little more familiar to him.
It's like... I've seen it somewhere before.
Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes and calmed down, but this time, the chopsticks in his hand shot at the thin silk in front of Qiao Wan!
Nima!
Qiao Wan hurried back, just dodging this wave of chopstick attacks, but Zhou Yan's expression did not change, and he threw the last chopstick in his hand.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan did not intend to use this chopstick to overturn her cap.
Actually two chopsticks!
The two chopsticks collided one after the other, swaying with urgency, and lifted the thin silk in front of him, finally revealing the girl's true face under the veil.
Oops! !
Qiao Wan's pupils shrank suddenly: I've hit it!
The moment the thin silk was raised—
This is……
Zhou Yan was shocked...
In the eyes of others, this Kunshan Sword Immortal had a rare complacent hold of his hand, and his face was as pale as snow.
It's Joe Night! !
is her!
Yes……
Zhou Yan lost his temper.
It's late.
The girl's black eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her expression was calm. At first glance, it was no different from the execution platform in Kunshan. Her complexion seemed to be a little darker, but her posture was more vigorous and neat. Only through these black eyes can we see that compared to the calm and polite "bookish air" before, there is a little more ruthlessness in the eyes, and the eyes seem to reflect the cold and vast wind and frost in the north.
This is... late.
Didn't she fall to the Taixu Peak? She...isn't dead?
Why is Qiao Wan here? In Song Mansion?
Originally, he personally went down the mountain to catch his self-willed apprentice who loved him so much. He never expected that he would meet this already dead young apprentice here, and Zhou Yan was shocked.
Mu Xiaoxiao, who was firmly guarded by Zhou Yan, unwittingly loosened the corner of the man's clothes and opened his eyes wide: "Junior Sister Wan'er?!!"
Then, Song Yuzhen waited for a group of people from Song Mansion, the convoy of loose repairers and the rest of the guests were also stunned.
What is this development? ! Just this female loose cultivator, this is also the apprentice of Jade Qingren?
However, the gap between these two apprentices seems to be a bit big... This one wearing a hood doesn't look like he was brought up by a real person named Yuqing.
"Isn't this the late lady?"
"Wan'er... Junior Sister? What do you mean?"
"I wipe!!" An exclamation sounded, "Wan Niang? Qiao Wan?!! Wan Niang is Qiao Wan! That Qiao Wan?!"
"Which Joe is late?"
"It's that Qiao Wan! The little apprentice of the real Yuqing, the one who hit the Xiao family and Moyu in the face."
For more than ten days, the Wanniang who squatted and ate the flatbread with them was that Qiao Wan?
A group of desperadoes were completely messed up in the wind.
Isn't this Qiao Wan the Emperor Ji of the Demon Domain? Eat pie with them?
Not far away, Song Qiyuan stood up staggeringly, covering his head with blood.
This... how could this obstructive female cultivator be born exactly the same as Miss Mu? !
As soon as the execution platform parted, the girl's back was resolute. From then on, he was trapped in the demons day and night. Now that we meet again, Zhou Yan moved his fingers slightly and unhesitatingly untied the disguise on his face, revealing a clear and stern look. face.
The man had white hair and drooping his shoulders, and on his aloof face, a look of great joy and sorrow, he exclaimed in a low voice, "Wan... Wan'er?"
Feng Yuan Nail's scars could not be healed. Even if she had forged her body, she still had round, light-colored scars all over her limbs and joints. Die-struck, He Shandao Academy die-struck, leaving heavy scars.
At the beginning, Qiao Wan, although the treatment was not as good as Mu Xiaoxiao, still loved beauty and was pretty, with a fashionable bun on her head, fan belts hanging down, and some fancy accessories.
But now, the girl's hair was simply tied behind her head, without much modification, and she was dressed in a gray coarse cloth, mixed with this loose cultivator.
Zhou Yan swept the corner of his eyes slightly.
These desperados all slept in the open air, rolled and crawled in the dead, and did a lot of murder and treasure hunting. Her cultivation base has advanced so much, she doesn't need to think too much, and she also knows what kind of life Qiao Wan lived after going down the mountain.
Seeing the appearance of his little apprentice now, Zhou Yan clenched his knuckles silently. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt a little tingling in his heart.
He is the Sword Immortal of Kunshan, and there are few things in this world that can catch his eyes. In the past few hundred years, the only ones who have really caught his heart are Lu Bihan, the two apprentices besides Mu Xiaoxiao. As for Qiao Wan, it was because of Mu Xiaoxiao that he picked her up, and also because he was afraid of seeing the face of the old man and hurt his feelings, so he seldom asked about it for so many years.
But now, Zhou Yan was stunned to find that the little apprentice, who had never been in his eyes at the time, suddenly pushed aside his shadow and stood in front of him, stinging his eyes.
It turned out that this young junior wearing a hood turned out to be her, which made him repeatedly applaud the junior loose cultivator, but it turned out to be his little apprentice, and it turned out to be Qiao Wan.
Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly, a pain in his heart, he regretted it.
At the moment when the sights collided, Zhou Yan's complexion suddenly changed.
Qiao Wan's heart swayed for a while, and she lowered her head and said nothing.
Decisively adopted a most simple and rude way!
run! !
However, trying to escape in front of Zhou Yan was a technical task.
When the footsteps were stopped by Jianguang, Qiao Wan slapped a backhand palm, but Zhou Yan held it firmly.
This palm is fierce, and the foundation is solid.
Zhou Yan took a step back in surprise, his heart skipped a beat, and he secretly applauded, frowning in a low voice: "Wan...Wan'er..."
It was as if a soldering iron had been swallowed in his throat, Zhou Yan closed his eyes slightly uncomfortably, and took advantage of the situation to grab Qiao Wan's wrist.
"And... go back for the teacher."
Back to Kunshan.
Back to Yuqing Peak! !