As she was talking, the battle between Jiang Chan and Shang Qingcheng was coming to an end. Jiang Chan relied on her strength to be tough, and Shang Qingcheng could be regarded as the strongest opponent she had encountered.

Unfortunately, this opponent was injured before, and in the end he was penetrated by Jiang Chan's sword. Jiang Chan's hands were very steady. When the long sword penetrated Shang Qingcheng's chest, she still made a judgment in her heart. It seemed that Shang Qingcheng would not be able to survive so accurately.

Confirmed that Shang Qingcheng was dead, Jiang Chan threw down the sword in his hand, and suddenly a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. Feng Feishuang tried hard to support himself, trying to support Jiang Chan, but unfortunately he was taken first by Honeysuckle.

The blood stasis that was blocked in his heart was spitting out, and Jiang Chan's expression became much better. Seeing that the leader had already returned to the west, everyone immediately scattered the birds and beasts, and everyone could only watch it.

The next step is to clean the battlefield, heal the wounds that should be healed, and the departure should be set off. Feng Feishuang was seriously injured, so she was resting in the room during this period.

In the afternoon of the same day, Jiang Chan took his pulse: "He recovered from his injury, but he still needed to rest. He could no longer use his internal force within at least half a year."

Seeing Feng Feishuang drowsy, Jiang Chan stood up and said, "Let him rest. The rest of the matter will naturally be taken over by disciples. I will set off today."

Song Bingqing blurted out: "Miss Xinyue, aren't you watching your elder brother here?"

Jiang Chan turned around and smiled and said, "What's the relationship between Feng Feishuang and I? He owes me a lot? Why should I accompany him?"

Song Bingqing said no, Jiang Chan took out the jade pendant he had asked Feng Feishuang from her sleeve bag: She didn't look at Feng Feiyang's wide eyes: "This thing is back to the original owner, take care of you."

Without waiting for the two of them to respond, Jiang Chan left. At this time, there were not many aristocratic families in Liuzhuang, and most of them had already returned to their base camps.

Jiang Chan's many disciples were already idle. Seeing Jiang Chan coming out, all the disciples surrounded him and chirped around Jiang Chan.

The oldest of these children is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest is twelve or three years old. They are all young.

"Master, are you going to Yuncheng with us this time? You have been outside for several years and don't spend much time with us?"

"That's right, Master, you haven't even examined our homework yet. I'm not worried that we will slack off."

"Yes, Master, it doesn't matter if you don't know Yuncheng. Why don't you go out to travel around and take us with you?"

"Why are you glaring at me? There is nothing fun in Yuncheng. Without a master, it's no more interesting. We just want to follow the master all the time."

Jiang Chan was chirping and her head hurt, "I'll stay with you in Yuncheng for a month first, and I'll talk about it in a month."

The disciples cheered and excited.

Jiang Chan returned to Yuncheng with his disciples that night. After spending a month with them, Jiang Chan submitted a task. The next life is Xinyue. She has paved the road for Xianyue, and she will see how Xianyue faces all this later.

"The little cicada is sleeping, let's be gentle."

Wenjing and Jiang Chan were leaning against each other. They noticed that Jiang Chan's breathing was very delicate. Wenjing made a boo gesture, and everyone let the movements in their hands lightly.

She simply closed her eyes and took a good night's sleep.

——Separation line—

"Honeyung, did you pester your master last night? Master usually gets up long ago and has not woken up until now." Dongqing said angrily, and Honeycomb blinked: "I was wronged, I went to bed early last night. I guess she slept a little late, right?"

Xianyue supported the ground and stepped on the bed, and sat in a very casual position. A discerning person could tell at a glance that Xianyue and Jiang Chan are different. Although Jiang Chan is also free in her bones, she is far from being as exposed as Xianyue.

Xianyue was a little confused and woke up. When she woke up, she actually came back. Listening to the sound of chattering outside, Xianyue rubbed her eyebrows. She was a man who liked silence. Why were all these disciples so noisy?

However, with these disciples, they seemed to be in a much better mood, at least not that lonely. As they heard the outside talk more and more lively, Xian Yue pinched her eyebrows: "Is it noisy in the yard in the morning?"

Honeysuckle swiftly and grabbed Xianyue's arm: "Master, you have to talk about your brother well, and your brother will teach me a lesson?"

Looking at the honeysuckle, Xianyue couldn't help but smile brightly: "Then punish my brother to recite a few more medical books later?"

Although she had never been with these disciples in real life, Xianyue was not unfamiliar with her. When she came back, she had already received the memories of Jiang Chan in the past few years. Xianyue was a little stranger and soon entered the state.

"Okay, you should practice martial arts. I'll take a break and call me at lunch!"

Xian Yue shook her head and had to be familiar with Jiang Chan's memory. More importantly, she had not yet figured out how to face Song Bingqing and Feng Feiyang.

From Jiang Chan's memory, they are living a good life now, but when they think of their past lives, Xian Yue feels very powerless. These two memories are mixed together, Xian Yue feels that his head is about to explode.

Sitting down in front of the dressing table, Xian Yue looked at the face in the mirror, moved her fingers lightly, and washed away the disguise on her face little by little. After a moment, a bright and generous face appeared in the mirror.

With round cat eyes, fair oval face, curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a perky nose and pink lips, anyone who sees it will say that this is a great beauty.

Xian Yue reached out to touch the face in the mirror. She almost pushed Song Bingqing's face in her previous life, because Feng Feiyang often missed Song Bingqing through her face.

After a long time, Xianyue was about to forget what she looked like. Now that she looked in the mirror again, Xianyue realized that she looked like this, both strange and familiar.

Suddenly, her cheeks turned cold, and Xianyue realized that she was already in tears. Only then did she realize that it was fake to say that it was false to say that it was not a complaint. In fact, at the end of her life, she was resentful. What she complained the most was herself, and she wasted her whole life.

Now the missioner has got rid of the shadow of her previous life and has also made her famous in the world, which has also allowed Xianyue to see another world.

Thinking about the experiences of the missioner over the past few years, Xian Yue realized that life was so exciting. Although the tragedy in her previous life was due to Feng Feiyang and Song Bingqing, the biggest root of it was herself. After all, her vision was not broad enough.
Chapter completed!