Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three Farewell, Farewell
It was so intense last night...
Didn’t this old guy, Uncle Fu, trick him? It’s not good to take him anywhere, so he has to take him to his own courtyard?
Killing the seventh level of Xiantian Realm is really tiring and hurting. Do you need to heal your wounds?
Your extreme spirit has exploded ten times, your head is about to burst, and your perception has failed, okay?
This is just great……
Mu Wan'er blushed even more and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Both of them washed and dressed in a panic.
Even so, Mu Wan'er still served Yang An, tidying up Yang An first, and then she tidied herself up. The three thousand green silk hairs scattered around her were gently coiled up when her ears were red, and her temples were hung high.
Neck shine.
Then she put the blood-red plum blossom sheets directly into her storage bag.
"Master."
"Um."
"Is it okay if I don't leave?"
"Have you forgotten what I said to you?"
Yang An seemed calm and calm, staring at Mu Waner with her long hair tied up.
The legendary gods are boring, and the gods and sages’ time is really a bit nonsense...
But Yang An knew exactly what he was doing.
Mu Waner bit her lips lightly and said nothing more.
Perhaps it was Mu Waner's question that diluted Yang An's embarrassment. When he walked out of the room and came to the courtyard, he saw several teachers sitting in the pavilion drinking tea and accompanied by Uncle Fu. Yang An smiled
And walked over.
Mu Waner, who had her long hair tied up, didn't dare to look at anyone and walked behind Yang An with her head buried in the air.
"Boy, are you seriously injured?" Furukawa Nan glanced at Mu Wan'er, then looked at Yang An up and down, with a joking look on his face.
"Ahem, teacher, hello everyone. Teacher Gu, I have almost recovered."
"Young people are amazing. I think they are recovering well. Is it okay to fight for 3,000 rounds?"
"It's disrespectful to be an old man." Baili Qingxue spat: "Han Yan, Wan'er, let's go."
"Teacher, wait."
Yang An said hurriedly.
"Um?"
"Well, teacher, Wan'er has decided to leave." Yang An glanced at Mu Wan'er and said.
Baili Qingxue's eyes narrowed: "Yang An, have you gone too far?"
"Ahem, teacher, don't get me wrong. This is for Wan'er's own good..."
"Are you sure?" Baili Qingxue's voice was a little cold.
Last night, they did come to Yang An's courtyard from the very beginning, but when they heard the voices they shouldn't hear, they left. As a teacher, not to mention Furukawa Minami and others were also there, even if they were not there, she wouldn't
Listen to the law.
How could we not know what happened?
Mu Waner's aura and appearance at this time are the best proof. But now, Yang An lifts his pants and chases people away? Although Mu Waner is only Yang An's maid, she is also the heir to her mantle. Baili, who is also a woman
How can Qingxue ignore it?
"Teacher, the young master and I have agreed before. It is my own choice."
"Wan'er, you are like this now, do you know what leaving means?" Baili Qingxue frowned.
"I belong to the young master, now and in the future. The young master will look for me, and if he doesn't, I will come back. I believe in the young master, and I believe in myself..."
Mu Waner raised her head and stared at Baili Qingxue with firm eyes.
At this moment, she was no longer the weak maid on the outside.
Uncle Fu frowned slightly. Although he didn't know what the three people were talking about, he vaguely guessed something.
This time it was not only Yang An who gave him a huge shock, but also Mu Waner who made him blind.
"People will change. Since you have decided, the teacher will no longer interfere. Han Yan, will you accompany me?"
"Okay." Xiao Hanyan nodded.
"Teacher Gu, I'll leave this kid to you. I'd like to ask you, the old dean, to tell me..." Baili Qingxue looked at Furukawa Nan and others.
"No problem." Furukawa Minami nodded.
"Teacher, are you leaving now?"
"Since you want to go, it's better to do it sooner rather than later."
"Here, teacher, wait for another hour. Wan'er, come here." Yang An took Mu Wan'er's hand and walked towards the room.
Mu Waner's face suddenly turned red: "Young Master..."
Uncle Fu, Baili Qingxue and others were also speechless. As for what? But think about it, the upcoming separation may be... People like Gu Wanchuan and others who have been here can also understand. Who has never been young? Just Baili Qingxue
It's just a bit embarrassing. She is "aging prematurely" and has a bit of a psychological abnormality, so her face is a bit dark.
But soon everyone discovered that they were wrong.
Yang An pulled Mu Wan'er directly into the training room.
"Wan'er, time is running out. I thought I had to go back to Baiyun Academy, but I didn't expect the teacher to take you away right now. So... look into my eyes."
"Buzz!"
Yang An's eyebrows suddenly bloomed with bright silver crystal light.
The next moment, Mu Waner's eyes became dull.
But Mu Waner's mind was filled with roar.
Yang An actually appeared in her mind!
Stepping on the "Chasing the Stars and Chasing the Moon Lingbo Xiaoyao Shenxing Technique", all kinds of mysteries were clearly presented in her mind. Then, Yang An started the "Wusheng Divine Fist", and finally "Dugu Wanjian Style", all kinds of mysteries and true meanings
It also appeared clearly in Mu Waner's mind, as if the imprint was directly engraved.
Divine Soul Transmission!
Just when Yang An was hesitant to analyze which sword intention was more suitable for Mu Waner, with the soul's origin penetrated, a sword intention actually took the initiative and floated happily towards Mu Waner's soul.
"Ruthless swordsmanship?"
Yang An frowned slightly.
Ice muscles and jade bones, a body without dirt.
Clean and dust-free, impervious to all poisons, immune to all evil spirits and ghosts! Another ruthless swordsmanship... wouldn't it mean going to heaven?
To cut off love and sex, to kill your husband?
For a moment, Yang An hesitated, all the past events came to mind, and finally he sighed softly, letting the sword intention that contained the evolution of ruthless swordsmanship merge into Mu Wan'er's mind.
This is indeed the kendo that is most suitable for Mu Wan'er's physique.
As for being ruthless or not, Yang An feels that as long as he is not Tiehanhan and treats himself as a sword, it is just a way of swordsmanship, a state of mind, or a state when facing the enemy.
After the transmission of the method was completed, Yang An's face turned pale, waves of dizziness came over him, and his body was swaying...
For him, who is at the sixth level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, using the Spiritual Soul Transmission Technique once is too expensive. Not only does it consume the source of the Spiritual Soul and mental power, but the entire person's energy and energy are almost drained.
This state seems more in line with what happened last night.
"Master." Mu Wan'er also regained consciousness and looked at the shaky Yang An with a shocked look on her face, and hurriedly supported her: "You are so strong, have you really told me about it? What's your name?"
"Young master, of course I am strong! Is it wrong to feel wronged now? Remember, from now on, young master, I am the biggest! Otherwise, you will bring the grievances on yourself, do you understand?"
"Well, the young master is the best... Wan'er understands." Mu Wan'er's face instantly turned red.
I thought of what the middle school boy said from time to time last night...
