Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

Penglai school.

The incense gave rise to smoke, and the white mist gradually spread and disappeared in the hall. Zhou Zhengping retracted his hand, flicked the dust between his fingers, and sighed: "It was the injury caused by the forcible movement of the Taoist body. Although it has spiritual support, it still somewhat damaged the Taoist body."

Yan Caiwei on the side also nodded and said: "The same is true when I explored. Junior Brother Jiang has a higher realm than me. Apart from the spiritual power delivered by others, he can only recover by himself."

Jiang Yinghe nodded, retracted his wrist between his sleeves, and said, "In fact, it's not too serious."

As soon as he finished his words, Yun kept listening to the whole process and he hummed a little, "Isn't it serious? The blood is reversed and the dao body is damaged. Isn't it serious? If your injury is not recovered, the next day's catastrophe will be repeated. How do you want to spend it?"

Jiang Yinghe took a sip of tea slowly and said: "I can always raise it well, it is still unknown when my catastrophe will come."

"It's the unknown, so you have to be more careful." Yun kept saying, "I listened to the disciples under Senior Sister Yan's discussion, saying that you are messing with those..."

He originally wanted to talk about those "jerk apprentices", but there was a strange sense of fear in his mind, as if he had been harmed by them before, a little bit creepy, the words stopped all of a sudden, and he could only hate iron. Gang Di looked at Jiang Yinghe, and continued: "...The apprentices, you, four of you?"

Jiang Yinghe: "...not what you think."

"No one will do." Junior Brother Xiaoyun took a deep breath and said with a heartfelt heart. "The abbot of Zen Qing has said that you are in love, and it is very likely that your soul will be scattered and you will not save the world, Brother Jiang..."

Yan Caiwei who was next to him raised her hand and tugged at him, cleared her throat, and said, "It's really not what Junior Brother Xiaoyun thought, it's the three of them giving you Brother Jiang spiritual power and supplementing the Dao body to resist the tricks of magic cultivation, and It doesn't matter if you are stubborn."

Yun kept pulling back his sleeves, walked a few steps back and forth in front of a few people, and said anxiously: "Anyway, I think Brother Jiang should stay in Penglai well. It is best to heal and retreat."

Jiang Yinghe moistened his throat with tea, put down his cup and said, "It doesn't have to be this way. I will naturally take care of myself. Jun'er's hand doesn't know how to heal it. I have asked someone to ask Yaowanggu, and Changye's soft sword should be too. Re-casting...the practice has no years, but it's just to heal the wounds, it's just a moment of flicking."

He paused and raised his eyebrows: "A Void Demon Lord was cut under the sword of me and Huanhan, Yu Cangsheng, Yu Zhengdao, isn't it a good thing?

"

If it is placed on the earth, this is simply the effect of capturing serial killings, people, and criminals. It is not only a great achievement, but also a role model for being commended. Jiang Yinghe was quietly happy for a long time. He didn't know how he would be repeatedly criticized and worried about being hurt by the group of colleagues once he returned to Penglai.

"It's a good thing." Zhou Zhengping said leisurely, "I just don't want to use your injury to replace it. Since it is said that your apprentice is giving you spiritual power because of the demon cultivator's conspiracy, then what is this conspiracy?"

Jiang Yinghe's words were stagnant, thinking about the seven-day amusement, where he was ashamed to say it directly. He slowed down, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's an illusion that disturbs the mind."

Zhou Zhengping nodded, but didn't think much. Then he saw Yan Caiwei, who had been dignified by the watch, suddenly choked. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yinghe, and put down the tea before hesitating to say something.

She wiped the corners of her lips and helped to explain: "Yes...it is an illusion technique. You also know that the illusion technique of the Acacia Sect is powerful. Let Junior Brother Jiang go back to repair the Taoist body and slowly heal his injuries?"

Zhou Zhengping couldn't help it, and Junior Brother Xiaoyun didn't say anything. Jiang Yinghe felt relieved, nodded towards Senior Sister Yan, and left the main hall of the Penglai School.

After the snow-white lonely shadow left his sight, Zhou Zhengping continued to ask: "What kind of illusion?"

Yan Caiwei replied helplessly: "The art of illusion."

Originally, Yun kept calm down, and raised his eyes with the excitement of this sentence, and said with no energy: "Then his apprentice is still surrounding him!"

Junior Brother Xiaoyun regarded Jiang Yinghe as an object of admiration, and utterly complained indiscriminately towards him. Then he stood up and walked out, while saying: "I have to ask those juniors if they are treating them. Master is a little bit ill-intentioned, don't even want to touch my brother's love and robbery—"

As soon as he stopped speaking, the inexplicable sense of danger deep into his bones rushed up, and stopped subconsciously. At the same time, Yan Caiwei also called him in time.

"Come back." Senior Sister Yan knocked on the desk, "Your senior brother has no emotional roots, so don't worry."

Junior Brother Xiaoyun’s mind froze this sentence, and slowly cooled down, before he said: "Even if he has no emotional roots, but he loves his disciples so much, if he knows that these disciples really covet him. People, don’t you live up to your ardent expectations?"

"That's the matter between them." Yan Caiwei said, "Everyone has a different path to immortality. Maybe Junior Brother Jiang should go through this time to strengthen his heart."

The cloud is endless

I wanted to argue with her, and then heard the voice of the senior brother.

"Alright." Zhou Zhengping said, "Each has its own destiny. Junior Brother Jiang never believes in the fate of heaven, nor does he believe in love. His Dao heart is that man can conquer the sky."

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Qingjingya, Baiheyuyu.

The Crane at the door waited for the master for a long time, rubbing against Jiang Yinghe's fingertips for a long time. Jiang Yinghe almost touched it before entering the profound door.

Baihe Yuyu everything is the same, and the cold jade walls exude a cool breath. Jiang Yinghe just glanced, and he saw the long night with his back facing him fiddled with the bookshelf.

There are no exercises, Taoisms, or mental methods to hone the mind in the bookshelf. They are just some stories from the old calendar of the Penglai school and the realm of comprehension. There is nothing to read.

Chang Ye changed into a red dress, the dark red embossed road was branded between the robe, and a string of jade-colored beads hung around his waist, shaking lightly between his movements.

Jiang Yinghe stood and watched for a while, only to realize that the opponent's height had also increased. He was not the young man who got into his arms in the past. Although Chang Ye's appearance was still young and his expression and attitude were a bit childish, his body was already close to the skeleton of a young man. His long black hair was only half tied, and the other half fell on his shoulders.

Jiang Yinghe stood there and watched for a while, thinking about his appearance in the ice that year...The most distressing thing about people who were once young and helpless is not that they are fragile, but that they are becoming stronger and stronger. ,indomitable.

Chang Ye seemed to pull a book from the shelf, and when he felt the person behind him, he turned and turned his head, revealing half of his delicate eyebrows.

When seeing Jiang Yinghe's return, those eyebrows that hadn't wavered seemed to be alive in an instant, revealing an undisguised joy.

"Master!" He rushed over and habitually hugged Jiang Yinghe. When he was about to continue acting like a baby, he was knocked on the shoulder by the opponent.

"Long Ye," Jiang Yinghe said softly, "it can't be like this anymore, it won't grow up to be so squeamish."

Chang Ye was a little unconvinced, and whispered aggrievedly: "Master doesn't hurt Ye'er anymore?"

Jiang Yinghe knew this was his reaction. He sighed softly, and stretched out his hand to flick his brain broadly: "Is there no charm in cultivating Taoism? You just think about how to stick to me?"

Chang Ye stretched out his hand to cover the place where he was shot, and then quickly showed Jiang Yinghe the book he had just pulled out, curiously said: "Master, what is this?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced casually, his eyes stopped suddenly.

There is a line of simplified Chinese characters written on it, which is his

The handwriting, written as-

"Postpartum Care of Sows"

Jiang Yinghe: "..."

This seems to be a small yellow book that Tong Guiyu stuffed into the storage utensil when he was just doing the Taoist practice. At that time, he thought the cover was too bad, so he wrapped a cover... Why didn’t I throw it away? It’s probably because of this book. The book has unusual significance to Jiang Yinghe, who was still a virgin at the time.

Although he is still a virgin now.

There are many old books on Bai Heyuyu's bookshelf, and Jiang Yinghe doesn't remember what they are. He looked at the little apprentice's innocent and innocent expression, and a heavy guilt suddenly appeared in his heart. He considered it for a moment, and said as naturally as possible: "It's for the care of the monster. It's useless if you take it. Put it here."

Chang Ye was stunned for a moment, and the four words "conserve monsters" in his mind turned around, then glanced down at the overly simple line of handwriting on the cover, and tentatively said: "Master likes to raise monsters?"

There were several crane spirits at Jiang Yinghe's door. Although they were spirit beasts, they were also within the scope of demon, but they were different from fierce beasts. He only thought for a short time, and then replied: "I like to be obedient and well-behaved."

Chang Ye blinked and leaned in and said, "I know how to be obedient and well-behaved. Master, right?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him, took out the booklet with Xiaohuang Book from his hands, and said, "Don't you have you now? When I brought you back, you were not so brave."

As he was talking, he remembered the incident of the seven-day fun before, and then asked: "That magic repair... were you scared at the time?"

If he used this sentence to ask Li Huanhan or Qin Jun, those two people would definitely say that they were not afraid without blinking their eyes. Only Chang Ye hesitated for a moment and said, "A little bit."

It's just not because he was afraid of that magic repair, but because he was afraid that you would get hurt inside, but he couldn't make it in time because of looking forward and looking forward.

Jiang Yinghe said: "It's okay to be afraid. You don't need to be afraid in the future. You have to slowly learn to protect others in the long night. Before that, the master and the brothers are protecting your wings."

He touched the little apprentice's hair in a soothing manner, and by the way put the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" a little further away. Unexpectedly, he got so distracted, and was suddenly thrown over by the little apprentice.

The place where the two of them stood was very close to the bed. Even if they fell down, they wouldn’t suffer from a fall, but Jiang Yinghe still felt Chang Ye’s hand on the back of his head. The hand was slender and soft, and only the place where the sword was held was covered with a thin layer.

Layer of cocoon.

The other party's unbound hair fell down and merged with Jiang Yinghe's black hair.

Chang Ye's ink eyes are shining, and the spirit of the body protector in the center of the eyebrows is flowing, half of the exposed face is a peerless beauty, and the other half is a black beast-print mask.

"I also want to protect Master." Chang Ye hugged him from above, burying his head against Master's shoulders, his voice muffled, "Master, don't treat me as a child, okay? Actually I..."

His words suddenly stopped, and Jiang Yinghe's appearance was reflected in his raised eyes.

What is it actually? Didn't he always call himself a protector? Yes, he is different from the other two people. He just wants to treat him purely...

The voice in Chang Ye's heart became more and more sluggish, and all his emotions were tense like a string, as if to cover up a botched lie.

But the throbbing chest, the hot eartips, and the lingering emotions in my mind...everything was laughing at him, betraying his heartbeat when he gradually got out of track.

His tense emotions were breaking, breaking down inch by inch.

Chang Ye got closer and heard Jiang Yinghe's gentle laugh.

"You are so childish yourself, and you want me not to treat you as a child?" Jiang Yinghe didn't realize what was wrong. After all, the little apprentice is a ruthless coquettish machine, and this kind of throwing and hugging doesn't seem to be very unconventional. "I'm still waiting for you to be on your own."

Before he could speak, Chang Ye grabbed his wrist and said in a low voice, "Will the Master be willing to stay under Ye'er's wings when I am alone?"

Jiang Yinghe actually realized a rare filial piety. He was very moved and then refused: "The journey of asking the question is difficult. I have reached the peak. The road ahead is slim. There is no way for the predecessors to pave the way, and you can’t wait for future generations to come first. I want this."

Chang Ye looked at Jiang Yinghe seriously for a moment, and those innocent eyes fell on him, and he could hardly see the slightest feeling about love.

But how he was scorched by the fire and burned with anxiety, only he himself knew.

He raised his hand, slowly curled the tip of Jiang Yinghe's hair on his fingertips a few times, and said, "Master, I am reminded of the past."

Jiang Yinghe listened intently.

"A few days ago, when the Golden Core reached the Great Perfection, I suddenly thought of some chaotic memories," Chang Ye said in a low voice, "all I think of are darkness, blood, and endless fighting. It seems that I can only kill if I want to survive. Like everyone else... memories that are not worthy of existence like this."

He relies on

Holding Jiang Yinghe's shoulders, he closed his eyes.

"I have never seen a person like Master, who is so gentle to the whole world."

Jiang Yinghe didn't even know that he actually had such an image in the eyes of the little apprentice. And these few words that the other party said are too pitiful!

He is just an ordinary person, slowly looking for his way home. Bringing them around, he also has his own wish.

"Actually, in my hometown, there are many such people." Jiang Yinghe looked at him in a gentle tone. "They are willing to do justice, to lend a helping hand, and to make everything better."

Jiang Yinghe poured a bowl of chicken soup in accordance with the educational standards in his mind, feeling that his own way of education can fully teach the pillars of the three-mindedness, and added one more sentence.

"The name Chang Ye, it's too hard to get up." He said, "But it doesn't matter, there will be moonlight with you at night."

Chang Ye didn't speak, but tightened his arms, wrapped Jiang Yinghe's waist, and said after a long while: "...Master, accompany me."

It wasn't until this moment that he fully realized that Jiang Yinghe was the bright moon and clear light beside him, and he was just a star lost in the long night. He didn't want to protect him purely, nor was it just a temporary reward, he really wanted to stay with him and be by his side for more than a hundred years.

The longer the better, the best time is endless.

May I be like a star and a king like a moon.

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Jiang Yinghe finally tested the level of his golden core Dzogchen, and when the sun fell, he let the little apprentice go back to rest.

When the night began to fall, Jiang Yinghe noticed that, without knowing when, the progress bar of Chang Ye suddenly increased by a large amount. He thought that the realm of the little apprentice hadn't changed, and the whole one-zhang-two monk couldn't figure it out.

He sat on the bed and competed with the progress bar. He considered the two conditions of "mental health" and "teacher-student relationship". After studying it many times, he felt that both of these factors might have an impact on the progress bar.

Especially the teacher-student relationship...Uh, with the touching feelings of mentoring and apprenticeship between him and his apprentices, can this relationship go further? What is this? In the end, can he worship a man for the alliance? Will we be half-brothers from now on?

Jiang Yinghe's thoughts continued to deviate, and this humorous cell in his body continued to ferment. When his thoughts became more and more outrageous, he suddenly thought of the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" still on the side of the bed.

He picked up the book, his mind was in a state of deviation, and he looked back at the gift of Tong Guiyu back then.

River

Ying He raised his hand and turned it over, then took a breath, and closed it again with a snap.

...He turned to the page with illustrations.

All this is too exciting, a thousand-year-old single is a bit unbearable.

Jiang Yinghe took a breath, opened the first page, read a few lines slowly, and then gradually relaxed.

It doesn't seem to be a big scale. Why did you chase Tong Guiyu with the Wangchen sword back then, cutting off his hair in half? It seems that even being single for a thousand years has experience growth. A small trolley like this can no longer affect you!

Jiang Yinghe was inexplicably satisfied, put the book aside, and prepared to go to sleep on time.

As the night darkened, Crane at the door was half rested, and was startled by the sound of footsteps. They raised their heads and saw a dark shadow entering the profound door.

Bai Heyuyu only Jiang Yinghe and three apprentices can come and go freely, and He Ling will not wake up the master, but will continue to fall asleep.

There was a faint chill on the man's body, and after the breath had dissipated from the outside, he slowly approached the bedside and stayed beside him for a long, long time.

For a long time, he thought that he was going to stagnate like this, sinking like a statue.

When he didn't come, his heart was agitated, but when he really saw Master, his mood became calmer.

The other person's sleeping face is too quiet and beautiful. The scattered ink hair fell on the couch in a whirl, eyes like fans, complexion like frost, and even breathing was long and quiet.

He just sat in silence for a while, only to find that Jiang Yinghe's eyebrows were slightly tightened in his sleep, making him look uncomfortable.

Jiang Yinghe did feel uncomfortable.

What he dreamed of was simply...it was ashamed to say...! Jiang Yinghe always felt that he had brought up his apprentices very well, and he was also pure-hearted and reluctant to observe super-positive views, but he did not expect that the dreams in his mind would start to take unusual paths shortly after falling asleep.

He dreamed of a particularly good-looking man pressing towards him, unbuttoning his clothes in a gentle manner, and then asked him in a low voice: "How many people do you like?"

How many... how many people? Don't talk about that time, Jiang Yinghe still feels his head is buzzing, and he can't react.

How can there be a few people in this? Even if this kind of thing happens, two people should act out of love. Let's not say that the gender is not very right, how come the number of people is not right in the end!

He realized that he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up inexplicably, and the feeling in his body similar to the residual medicinal effect of Albizia Acacia became more and more intense.

Until there seems to be one

The cold hand fell on his forehead for a moment, and an extremely refreshing breath poured in, and he barely woke up and sat on the bed doubting life.

There was no one around, it seemed that the finger that awakened him was also an illusion in a dream. Jiang Yinghe squeezed his eyebrows, thinking about the last number of people, the battle...what high-speed rail speed is this, he just glanced at the trolley before going to bed!

He emptied for a while, feeling that his mind had calmed down, and he was reflecting on how he suddenly had such a dream. The reflection was not enough, and he began to question his sexual orientation that had not been confirmed by practice.

Before he could prove his orientation problem, he realized another problem——

The mind is calm, the body is not yet.

Jiang Yinghe silently shifted his gaze, and he felt a sense of sadness similar to the unsafe late festival. The residual medicinal effect of the Albizia for the seventh day was still arching the fire, cooking his body little by little.

His mind was about to stop, and in the end he could only get up his mind, and resignedly reached out and untied the laces of the snow-colored shirt.

It seems that every simple virgin will eventually be handed over.

But Jiang Yinghe didn't have any level at all in this kind of thing. After working hard for a long time, he couldn't calm down completely. In the end, it was too uncomfortable, and he simply stopped waiting, buried in the bed and started to ignore it.

He finally realized that the power of the Acacia Sect cannot be underestimated.

Jiang Yinghe's mind was a little confused, and in a trance, he felt a little half-dream and half-awake. He consciously wanted to run the Dao body to suppress this energy, but suddenly remembered that his gong body was still hurting.

The reason for the injury was that the Dao body was used to forcefully suppress the drug effect, and while the demon repair was cut into pieces, he also vomited with pain in his lungs.

Just as Jiang Yinghe hesitated for a moment, the scene in the dream seemed to reappear. A cold hand pressed his shoulder and whispered something.

Jiang Yinghe thought slightly confused, wouldn't this be a dream of a serial drama... After being hit for the 7th day of amusement, why is this dream always the content that the TV station does not allow to broadcast?

But this time there was no shock to the number of people, there was only one person, to be precise, only one hand.

The other party seemed to be a little worried and didn't know what he was hesitating, but the action was very accurate, which solved Jiang Yinghe's urgent need.

Jiang Yinghe bowed his head and curled up a bit, breathing more and more chaotically, until the effect of the medicine was converged to the limit, and he found a flash point.

All the suffering disappeared, all the strange feelings gathered together, and then suddenly dispersed.

Yuehua Yingying

Bai Heyuyu also shone on his water-stained eyelashes and between his slender fingers that unconsciously grasped the mattress.

Jiang Yinghe's confused and disorganized thoughts slowly returned to the basket, and from the afterglow of the sea of ​​desire, he noticed a touch of boundless wind and moon.

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Jiang Yinghe destroyed the "Postpartum Care of Sows" the next day.

Although there are trolleys and rocking carts inside, it can't hold him without experience, and it's still unclear, how can he keep this kind of thing!

Correspondingly, Jiang Yinghe, who has not taken the initiative to contact Tong Guiyu for hundreds of years, solemnly wrote a letter to Tong Guiyu this time, and asked a crane spirit at the door to send him to the Hehuan Sect.

The speed of escape from the cultivator of the Void Hole Realm was very fast, and after about two cups of tea, the sound of cranes came from the door. Jiang Yinghe withdrew the Xuanmen restriction and saw Tong Guiyu walking in with a smile on his face.

... When Jiang Yinghe, who has always been cold and lonely, encountered such a problem, he was so happy that he almost laughed three times, and his face was full of expressions of "I must watch this lively".

Jiang Yinghe wears a snow-colored robe, and the edge of his outer robe is embroidered with light gold patterns. The cold and scent on his body is still very good. His expression is as usual, and he can't see the slightest trouble by this kind of thing.

There is a cup of tea and a game of chess on the jade case. Jiang Yinghe went down by himself for a while, motioned Tong Guiyu to sit opposite, then raised his hand and poured him a cup of warm tea.

"Last time I said that the next time I meet indefinitely, why do I use me so soon?" Tong Guiyu wore a pink coat, as tender as a three-month peach blossom, and the fox blinked at him. Let me listen, we Xuanwei Xianjun actually have today."

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him and said, "This seat will clean the door for you, and you are still smiling."

"Hahahaha, I actually don't want to laugh." Tong Guiyu smiled and rubbed his cheeks, "But when I think of you calling me for this kind of thing, I can't help but think about it hahahaha."

Jiang Yinghe: "...Can you say something that someone said?"

Tong Guiyu wanted to laugh even more. He tapped the wall of the tea cup and said: "Okay, OK, then tell me, how does it feel to be together for seven days?"

Jiang Yinghe glanced at him blankly and said, "Not very good."

"Really?" Tong Guiyu is very confident about his own things, "So it seems that Xuanwei Xianjun can carry it by himself?"

Jiang Yinghe endured and endured it before he let out a sigh of relief, and said, "No, I am an ice-snow Taoist body, so this thing burns dizzy."

Tong Guiyu resisted the urge to laugh and drank a sip of tea to hide it

Live, pretending to be serious and authentic: "In our sect, this kind of medicine has no antidote, and your copy has been modulated by the magic repair, so there is no way..."

He looked at Jiang Yinghe with a slight frown before he turned his head and continued: "However, there is a way to teach you."

Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "You said it."

"As long as a monk with a deep cultivation base, just take this and give you a vigil." Tong Guiyu took out an ice-blue bead string from the artifact and put it on Jiang Yinghe's wrist. "This is our sect. The only magical device that can dissolve passion and desire has only one side effect. After wearing it, your Taoist body can't function at all, and it's almost equivalent to a mortal."

"When you wear it, you need to have a monk you trust to protect you from the side of the law, to dissipate the residual effects of the medicine and repair the wounds for you." Tong Guiyu said, "I think several of your apprentices are very good, and you can take care of them if you want to. It only takes about a month or so, and your residual effects can be completely dispelled."

Tong Guiyu said with a smile, and his eyes were quite meaningful.

Jiang Yinghe didn't think too much at all. Instead, he thought about it for a moment, and said: "This morning, Huan Han told me that his realm has been polished to perfection, and he is going to retreat to overcome the catastrophe. I don't know where he chose to overcome the catastrophe. Now, only Jun'er and Chang Ye are left in Qingjing Cliff."

Tong Guiyu said: "I heard that your second disciple was forced to be promoted to a true soul, what are the sequelae?"

Jiang Yinghe shook his head and said, "The hand is not very good, and the rest is nothing."

Then, the fox's eyes on the other side blinked again and said, "Isn't it enough to have two people? I think you can't bear one of them."

Jiang Yinghe didn't understand this sentence too much. He couldn't turn to other angles in his mind without a root of emotion. He looked up slightly blankly, and saw the person on the other side drinking his tea, and immediately got up.

"Then I will return to Huanzong." He said, "It is always the leader of the sect. If the leader of the sect is not released for a day, I cannot take the burden off of the leader."

Jiang Yinghe nodded and said, "If you have trouble, you come."

"No effort." Tong Guiyu smiled, half-joking half-seriously at him, "Thank you Xuanwei Xianjun for eradicating a big heart disease for Hehuan."

Before Jiang Yinghe spoke, he saw the other party bowing in front of him and bowing.

He raised his hand slightly, trying to stop, but after all he didn't say anything. Instead, watching Tong Guiyu get up again, turn around and leave, when his back fades away, the words that come from him still seem to be a ridiculous joke.

"Three hundred years of the same door, one

To the devil. It turns out that in the past, only you and I were serious about practicing friendship. Is it true that all the emotions in the world are unavoidable to have **** and rebirth? "

As the mysterious door opened, Jiang Yinghe looked at him to leave, and sighed in a low voice: "The so-called priority and priority are all based on his own mind."

After Tong Guiyu left, Jiang Yinghe took off the ice blue beads from his wrist and observed it carefully for a moment.

The Hehuan Sect seldom has such magical tools. Most of their sects are magical drugs for arousing emotions, and they are also divided into two schools. One is for people who want to do pleasure, relying on double cultivation techniques to improve themselves and act. They are more inclined towards evil ways, while the other faction will only have fun with lovers, but sometimes they have more than one lover.

The priority of passion and desire is a topic that has been controversial in Hehuan Sect for many years. This involves the content of their later Dao Xin test and the concept of He Dao, which is very important.

Tong Guiyu cultivated love, the sword in his hand, the sword in his hand, was very greedy for beauty and love in his spirituality, and it was for this reason that this sword bowed his head in the hands of Hunyuan Immortal Monarch.

Jiang Yinghe converged his thoughts and thought of the appearance of Li Huanhan saying goodbye outside the door this morning when he was hesitant.

The big apprentice wears a black robe, with some folds on the corners of his clothes, and his expression is not quite right, as if he hasn't slept all night, and even his voice is a little weird.

Jiang Yinghe had just got up from that squeaky dream at that time. Not only did he have a headache, but he also had a bad temper. He listened to Li Huanhan saying that he wanted to leave Qingjingya temporarily and find a suitable place to break through the soul. During the period, I felt a little unhappy in my heart.

Because the other party didn't seem to have come to say goodbye just for this reason.

If this is the reason, why would you walk outside the profound gate for a long time and dare not meet? Presumably something is hiding from oneself.

While resolving the slight headache caused by the dream, Jiang Yinghe spread out the ruler to write to Tong Guiyu, and asked faintly in Baiheyuyu: "Have you chosen a place to cross the catastrophe?"

"It's selected."

Huanhan's voice was a little dumb, and he didn't know what it was for, so that such a deep and hidden emotion was condensed in his words.

"what is the place?"

The little censer on the side was burning with a faint light, and the book that caused the love in the night was burning in the furnace. Outside the door, there was a slight bit of cold wind between Qingjing Cliff, and the edge of his thick ink-like clothes was decorated with cold morning dew.

Li Huanhan seemed to be silent for a moment, and then replied, "It's a place where the disciple can be sober for the time being."

Jiang Yinghe's pen sharpened slightly.

Hear his continued voice.

"With gentleness for a long time, I don't know cruelty." Li Huanhan said, "The disciple is too tempted, afraid that he will do... to hurt him."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Yinghe immediately understood what it was for.

Qin Jun likes female cultivators for the two apprentices who eat grass on the edge of the nest, but it's okay. Li Huanhan is a young man bent into a mosquito coil. He is at an impulsive age. If he spends too long with the person he loves in Penglai, it is indeed easy to do things that are not acceptable to others...not to mention the other party. Still straight.

This consciousness is too high. Jiang Yinghe sighed in his heart, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared.

He stopped writing, adjusted his sleeves, pushed open Bai Heyuyu’s profound door, and saw the big apprentice standing in front of the door in the morning breeze and clear dew. The blood sword beside him seemed to be a new sword pendant. , And the sword pendant on the Wangchen sword is a weaving method.

Jiang Yinghe didn't get too close, but looked at the other party for a moment, and as expected, a deep sense of restraint could be seen between those lonely **** eyes.

"Go ahead."

Jiang Yinghe calmly said: "Don't go too far, Penglai is waiting for you, Qingjingya is waiting for you..."

Li Huanhan stared at his lips and heard the other party continue to speak gently.

"...Master is waiting for you too."

He only needs this sentence.

Li Huanhan seemed to want to say something, but facing Jiang Yinghe's Qingrun gaze, he couldn't say anything.

Jiang Yinghe watched him say goodbye in front of Baiheyuyu's door, his heart gradually evolved from infinite worries about love to his children and grandchildren, and his children and grandchildren had their own children and grandchildren. Finally, he returned to the table and continued to worry about the letter for a while. , He Ling sent a letter to Hehuan Sect.

He sighed, only one thought slowly remained in his mind.

...Chang Ye is still young, this is the first time tonight, let Jun'er come over, right?

This man who was suspicious of his sexual orientation didn't realize...what a horrible word this was.

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Qin Jun actually knew immediately when Li Huanhan left.

He watched the demon made several concealed marks around Bai Heyuyu, circled around as if burying an alarm, then turned his head and looked at himself before leaving.

Qin Jun licked the tip of his teeth. He felt that the demon's behavior was a bit weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird? Did his conscience discover that he had given up on raising the master into a furnace ding?

Not only did he know, but Chang Ye knew about it the first time. Several of them don’t trust each other, and they all feel that each other has different

A ghost, so Li Huanhan suddenly bid farewell to Qingjingya, which surprised him a bit.

In Qin Jun's eyes, the things he likes must be contended to the end, and there is absolutely no reason to give up halfway. Li Huanhan didn't seem to give up—he was finally willing to break through the Yuanshen Stage, maybe he was preparing to **** Master back if his identity was revealed in the end, right?

This idea reached its peak when he met Jiang Yinghe that night.

Jiang Yinghe had never tied his hair, the end of his hair fell softly on the edge of his collar, and his eyebrows were illuminated by the lights.

He only wore a snow-white shirt, and a string of ice-blue bracelets on his thin wrists, and against each other, his skin became more and more cold and white as frost.

Qin Jun took a deep look, and then approached the Master, dispelling the residual effects of the medicine and repairing his wounded body.

Although Jiang Yinghe had informed him about the residual effect of the medicine, he was still a little embarrassed because of the face of being an elder. He looked at Qin Jun's focused gaze, thought for a while, and decided to find a word if he had nothing to say, and said, "It's still cold to go to retreat."

Qin Jun did not show the slightest surprise. His left hand with nothing but bones clasped Jiang Yinghe's fingers, and said, "I know about this, and Junior Brother Chang Ye also knows."

Also, they have such a good relationship, Huanhan must have given them away. Jiang Yinghe nodded his head thinking that he was normal, then remembered something, and asked in a low voice: "Jun'er, do you know where he went?"

On the surface, it doesn't ask the bottom line, but in fact, it is still worried. As Jiang Yinghe asked, he complained about his old father's mentality.

Qin Jun did not reply, but tightened his fingers slightly, rubbing the other's white fingertips, and said in a jealous manner: "When the master talks to the disciple, can you only talk about Brother Li?"

Jiang Yinghe was taken aback, and he squeezed his fingertips.

"I just want to talk to Master about the affairs between us." Qin Jun said, "Master is wearing this thing.