After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

Chapter 120 There is no way to eliminate this feeling

The three beams of light did not rush to chase, but instead stopped and transformed into three figures dressed in standard blue and white robes.

I saw the lake below was full of broken wood and boat hulls, which were scattered by the waves, and there were still traces of sword intent on the lake.

Watching the two beams of light disappear across the lake shore, the young monk asked in confusion, "Brother, are we going to watch them go so far?"

Upon hearing this, the senior brother glanced at his ignorant junior brother and was too lazy to explain.

Seeing this, the guard with a long sword on his waist took the initiative to explain: "Junior brother, we have been here for a long time. You have carefully distinguished the bluish-white sword light. It is clearly the practice of the inner disciples of Qingxu Sword Pavilion, Jingxiao Shangqing Chonghe Langshu."

"It is much purer and more refined than the Shangqing Jue practiced by the outer disciples. So, this is clearly the Sword Pavilion's family affair. We are going to capture people with such fanfare. If we encounter inner disciples, should we take action or not?"

The last sentence he hadn't said yet was that the cultivators who could become inner disciples in the late stage of Qi Refining were all geniuses of the Sword Pavilion. How could these three cultivators who couldn't even become outer disciples capture him?

I'm afraid it's not enough for one hand to fight, so I just let it go. After all, even if the higher-ups investigate, it can be said to be an internal matter of the sect, and they can't do anything to the three of them.

The junior fellow's face darkened when he heard that. He glanced with a little envy at the place where the light had disappeared, and silently took care of it and dispersed the remaining sword energy.

On the shore, the injured Hong Zhang coughed up a trace of blood, his face was particularly unwilling. The indigo orb that blocked most of the power for him emerged from in front of him, and transformed into a light silver figure.

It was exactly the ethereal appearance of Concubine Yu.

"Brother Hong, Ming'an didn't show any mercy. I apologize to you on his behalf."

cough~

Seeing this, the man tried to stand up, but he was too weak to do it. He smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Yu Fei, what are you talking about? It's my poor martial arts skills. If you hadn't saved me, I would have been cut in two."

The figure was indifferent for a moment, and then he said softly: "Brother Hong, you have seen his temper. From today on, let's have less contact."

Hong Zhangcheng lay in the pit with his arms and legs spread, letting the lake water soak his lower body. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but remained silent. He quietly watched the light silver figure sink into the orb and fly away into the distance.

After a while, the man regained some energy and took out a magic pill from his storage bag. Under the effect of the coolness, his body, which was about to fall apart, suddenly felt better and he could barely stand up.

He spat out a mouthful of blood with a gloomy look in his eyes. That kid's name is Ming An? I'll remember you.

At this time, Song Ming'an held Yu Fei's hand and flew for several miles. He slowed down his escape after seeing that no one was chasing him.

He landed in the woods, looked at the woman beside him with a little worry, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"Sister Fei'er, you won't blame me for being too heavy-handed, will you?"

Yu Fei withdrew her palm, raised her hand to push her scattered hair behind her ears, and slowly walked with him in the woods, watching the green trees turn yellow and the grass leaves wither.

"No, I just suddenly felt that you were really different."

Song Mingan became anxious when he heard this and quickly walked to his side.

"I have always been Sister Fei'er's younger brother, and this will never change."

Yu Fei stopped walking when she heard this and looked at him with an inexplicable expression. "Do you really think of me as your sister?"

The handsome figure of the young man suddenly seemed a little at a loss, and he looked particularly flustered under her gaze. Although he had confessed his feelings once and said a lot of mushy words in the letter, this solemn look still made his heart beat faster.

"I, I, yes. Sister Yu Fei, I have feelings for you."

Song Mingan felt that he had been seen through, so he raised his neck and rushed forward.

"Back when I was in Chunhua Pavilion, I had a crush on you, and slowly I realized that I loved you. I thought I could accompany you until the end, but I didn't expect to join the sect."

"I've been thinking about you all these years."

At the end of his speech, he took a step forward excitedly and wanted to hug Yu Fei in his arms, but he didn't expect that she would dodge it easily by moving her feet.

It just surrounded a gust of fragrant breeze.

Yu Fei did not answer, but turned around and walked silently towards the market.

Seeing her receding figure, Song Mingan became anxious and shouted, "Sister Fei'er, you haven't answered me yet."

Yu Fei's body paused, and a soft voice came from afar.

"I am of humble origin, and I am not your beloved."

"I don't care! Sister Fei'er, when I succeed in building my foundation, I will seek the title of a sect disciple for you. By then, all your past will vanish into thin air."

Vanished?

Yu Fei looked up at the autumn sun, which shone through the leaves onto her body, but she could not feel any warmth at all.

It's easier said than done.

Just as the woman's figure was about to be hidden by the trees, her gentle and charming voice was delivered to his ears with a hint of entanglement.

"Well, let me think about it."

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This time he secretly ran away from the sect, relying on his outstanding status as an inner sect disciple, so that the sect stewards could turn a blind eye.

By the time he returned to the sect, it was already two days later.

As soon as he returned to the sect, someone sent a letter to report his whereabouts to Wuliang Peak.

During the past few months, Ji Yue's originally round face had become slightly thinner. She had thought that during this period of sect's closure, she could strengthen her friendship with Senior Brother Ming An.

However, I never thought that I had never even met him a few times, and he always made excuses for not going there on the grounds of cultivation, but the number of letters he sent me did not decrease at all.

If Song Ming'an came here, he would definitely find the desk in Ji Yue's boudoir and the scattered letters at her feet, all of which were love messages he had sent her.

Upon learning that he had secretly escaped from the sect, Ji Yue knew without hesitation why his dear senior brother had left.

She was already depressed and had lost her appetite for the past few days. Her appearance had visibly become thinner.

But she couldn't hate that witch. After all, her life was already so miserable. Besides, love between men and women was not a one-person thing, so why should she hate her?

She just hated herself, hated herself for not being able to make Senior Brother Ming'an fall in love with her, hated herself for not having the seductive looks of that witch, hated herself for not accompanying Senior Brother when he was young.

A sound of light footsteps slowly approached.

The elder sister of Wuliang Peak saw the younger sister staring out the window in a daze, and felt a little bitter at the corner of her mouth, secretly regretting. If she hadn't let it slip that day, she wouldn't have noticed it.

Now, I have become like this. How can I explain this to my master and his wife?

He raised his hand to push the door open, looked at the messy letters on the floor, sighed heavily, and gently pushed his junior sister.

"Yue'er, Yue'er."

what?

The girl, as if waking from a long dream, turned around woodenly and looked up at her senior sister beside her.

It took a while for his eyes to be out of focus before they gradually regained their focus.

"Sister, why are you here?"

The woman touched the girl's cheek tenderly and sighed, "If you don't come soon, Yue'er, you will faint from hunger." Then she took out a fasting pill and handed it to her mouth.

"Be good, I know you don't like it, but you still have to eat it, otherwise your body will be ruined."

Ji Yue opened her mouth as she was told, swallowed it whole, and then looked blankly in the direction of her senior brother outside the window.

"Oh, this kid."

Seeing her like this, the senior sister was completely at a loss. Feeling guilty, she silently walked out of the room and turned into a butterfly to fly towards the mansion where the master's wife was.